#me and my friend wanted to make a club of ocs who fucking hate the man

[regegade]

My baby! my darling! I love them!!!! This is Raven Autumn (They/Them)... a fallout 3 oc... `like one of the games i know the least about pffft but it's okay. Extra's below (tw: child marriage, grooming, affairs mentioned)

Raven Autumn is a nonbinary sapphic ex-enclave

Their story is basically being a child bride for Colonel Augustus Autumn who ends up having an affair with an enclave scientist... who happen to be the sister of Autumn's right hand

After Erick destroys Ravensrock they ironically enough get closer to their affair partner's brother who extends sympathy towards them. The two end up leaving the enclave lifestyle and run off looking for their lover/his sister after they lost everything else

They eventually realized they were nonbinary and when picking a name for themselves decided to keep their now dead husband's last name

it took Tucker (ap's brother) a while to get used to it but the two basically as inseparable siblings now

Now they just hope to find their precious sonya alive somewhere... maybe somewhere in the commonwealth :eyes:

btw their voice claim is Dua Saleh

[paigeluvvr]

You know you like that

paige x oc

summary: paige meets tallyn and falls in love with her

paiges pov

“azzi!” paige called her best friend to the room. “yeah” azzi said. “what time are we leaving because i need to see if i can get ready fast.” paige said thinking it was funny. azzi laughed a little and said “9:20” it was currently 9:00. “what i can’t get ready in 20 minutes.”

20 minutes later they are in the car ready to leave. “azzi i call the aux.” paige says and then azzi says “nope, my car my playlist!” this pisses paige off. “oh fuck you.” azzi looked at paige and rolls her eyes.

tallyns pov

“anna come on.” tallyn told her best friend because she was still in the car. “ok i’m coming!” they walked in the club together wanting to be hammered. “tallyn we will get drunk first and then dance and this will be easy for you because you are a lightweight.” tallyn smiled and laughed.

they both make their way to the bar and order two shots and two drinks. yall chugged those down so now yall are REALLY drunk. you so more than her.(because you are a lightweight) “i am gonna do dance.” your bestie said “ok, i have to pee so i will be at the bathroom.”

paige’s pov

“azzi i have to go to the bathroom right quick, i will be back soon.” paige said “ ok see you in a little bit.” azzi said back to the blonde girl.

paige was just walking to the bathroom when she bumped into the most prettiest girl she had ever saw. “oh my god i am so sorry.” “oh your fine it was an accident.” i am not looking at her yet but now that i am i don’t want to stop. “hi, umm my name is paige what’s your.” i ask genuinely curious. “my name is tallyn and hi.” “that is a really pretty name.” “thank you.” she says as she blushes.

tallyns pov

she is so pretty that is all i am thinking. “tallyn who is this.” i hear anna say “oh um this.. “i’m paige” paige cuts tallyn off. “rude much.” paige laughs to herself while noticing i am really drunk and so was she. “tallyn i will be right back i think i see nadage.” “okay” you said. nadage was your ex girlfriend and you hated her so much. “who is nadage?” paige asks so i tell her “oh she is just my ex.” you say embarrassed about your sexuality so you put your head down. then here comes nadage. “yo tallyn, who the fuck is this bitch?” “nadage don’t tell to me like that and this is paige we just bumped into each other.” “yeah right yall just bumped into each others pussies!” “NADAGE!” i say she pulls my arm and says “your coming home with me tonight and we can have fun.” “ no i am not.” paige grabs my arm and tells her to let me go and i do that same. at this nadage scoffs and walks away. “thanks for saving me from that.” “your welcome it looked and sounded like you didn’t want to go.”

a few minutes go by and i find myself slow dancing with paige. then she leans closer before whispering “may i kiss you?” you tilt your head to pretend you are thinking “fuck yes!” soon as those words leave my mouth her is on mine. after a few minutes we both pull back “that was the best lips i have ever kissed.” “stop with the corniness.” i say rolling my eyes.”

“oh please, you know you like that.”

this didn’t come out as good as i thought it would👎🏾

[cetaitlaverite]

Anything to Anywhere

Masters of the Air - Bucky Egan x OC

sorry for the delay but we're baaaack!! hope you love <3 masterlist is here

12. A Bad Answer

“Fucking Freddie Leroy,” Alice grumbled as she stomped across the grass to where Stella was sitting.

Glancing up at her, Stella quirked an eyebrow. “What did she do?”

Alice paid Stella’s question no attention as she focused on ensuring no beer slopped out of either of the pint glasses in her hands, but when she handed one off to Stella and then sat down in the grass with her, she took one long sip and said once more, “Fucking Freddie Leroy,” with a rueful twist to her mouth and a shake of her head. 

Again, Stella asked, “What did she do?”

“Rosie’s in there making eyes at her,” Alice replied, frowning into her beer. “She’s back from leave for all of a day and she’s got all the other wireless ops calling her a war hero and Rosie Rosenthal buying her pissing lemonade and making eyes at her. Do you know how hard I worked to get Rosie to make eyes at me?”

“He’s a tough nut to crack,” Stella agreed solemnly. She’d witnessed Alice’s attempts at flirting with Rosenthal on several occasions by now and he had always simply smiled politely and nodded along to whatever she was saying. As far as Stella knew they’d danced together only once and it was kept strictly friendly - other than that, Alice had made no progress whatsoever. 

“Not for Princess Freddie in there,” Alice huffed in reply, tipping her head back and downing half of her pint of beer in one go. “I want to hate her so much but she didn’t even have to try. I know because I was talking to Rosie when she walked in with her pals. The wireless ops came into the club making all this noise, their arms slung around darling Miss Leroy, and Rosie looked over because everyone looked over and I swear to you his eyes turned into hearts. He didn’t look away from her for the next five minutes. Then she kept complaining that her friends wanted to buy her beer and she wanted to drink lemonade, so he bought her a lemonade and then I had to stand there and watch him fall in love while she talked about her pissing dogs. Fucking Freddie Leroy.”

Stella was laughing softly by the end of Alice’s story. “Maybe they’ll be good together,” she offered, even knowing it was the opposite of what Alice wanted to hear. “Freddie’s a sweetie and I get the impression Rosie kind of is, too. And there’s something about her which makes me think she needs protecting. Rosie’ll protect her.”

“The entire time she’s worked here she has rejected every single man who has ever tried it on with her, but the one man she gives the time of day has to be my man. Mine! He was mine first, Fin!”

“He wasn’t yours, Alice,” Stella said, laughing. “Let Freddie have him. If he was really right for you his head wouldn’t have been turned.”

“You’re just sweet on Freddie,” Alice accused with narrowed eyes. 

Stella laughed once more. “I’m sweet on no one. I just think there are better men for you.”

Alice stared at her silently. Still, her eyes were narrowed. The sunset was vivid, lighting the both of them up in a warm array of colours, and as such there was nowhere for Stella to hide her blush when Alice mimicked her, “‘I’m sweet on no one.’ Major Egan would disagree.”

Startled, Stella sputtered a cough. “No he wouldn’t. And I’m not sweet on him. He’s just my friend, same as you’re my friend.”

Alice rolled her eyes. “You and I are not friends the way you and Egan are friends, Fin.” That said, she took a final long sip of her beer until it was all gone. “Next round?” she asked.

Stella raised both eyebrows at her. “I’ve only just started this one.”

“Drink up, then!” Alice ordered, setting her empty glass down in the grass and clapping her hands together as though to speed up the process. “I’m not spending the rest of the night sober and single.”

Stella laughed but did as she said and then, before she knew it, Alice was reemerging from the club with two more beers and two shots along with them. Before Stella could ask, Alice explained, “Atley said the shots are on the house.”

Stella smiled smugly. “If anyone’s sweet on anyone, Atley’s sweet on you.”

Alice only shrugged and tipped back her shot and then gulped her beer right after.

The two of them kept drinking at a much faster rate than they normally would have until everything was funny and the world tilted dramatically around them whenever they moved their heads. They joked about things which had happened years before, made stupid puns, and fantasised about what they’d be doing right now if the war had never happened.

By the time the two of them pushed back into the officers’ club, Stella to use the bathroom and Alice to get them another refill, everything was fuzzy and warm and blurry. Stella didn’t make a habit of getting this drunk - really, she couldn’t remember the last time she had - but as she was washing her hands in the bathroom she realised she really should do this more often. She felt like she had so many worries all the time and right now she couldn’t remember what any of them were.

As such, she forgot entirely why she’d been avoiding going into the main room of the club and pranced in quite readily like she’d never even left. It was still packed, late into the night though it was, and still loud. She picked her way gracelessly over to the bar and leaned on it heavily, smiling dopily to herself about nothing in particular as she nodded along to the beat of the music.

Her eyes scanned the rest of the bar and the patrons leaning up against it - she spied Rosie but no Freddie, which made her furrow her brows. Then Stella took to scanning the room for Freddie and found her sitting underneath a table with her best friend Millie Harlow and the dog one of the Americans had brought here with him. Meatball, Stella thought he was called.

Scattered across the room were other people Stella knew - some of the other ATA pilots were huddled in a group in the corner, many of the American airmen had commandeered dance partners and were filling the dance floor - but her eyes lit up when they landed on John and Buck, leaning against the far wall of the club.

“John!” Stella exclaimed, even though she was outside of his range of hearing. She pushed herself up resolutely from the bar and began to make her way over to him.

John and Buck looked like they were discussing something serious, something sombre - their heads were ducked together, their eyebrows bowed low over their eyes, their voices clearly kept low and private - but she paid this no mind. “John!” Stella went on exclaiming as she stumbled across the room to him. “John!”

When John heard her, his head whipped in her direction immediately, his mouth still open and words still tumbling out as she caught him mid-sentence. “Stels?” he asked when he spotted her.

She was grinning and all but skipping over by now, delighted to have finally caught his attention. “John!” she cheered one final time, ambling to a stop before him and Buck. “Hi! Buck! Hi!”

“Hi,” John greeted back. A slow grin was starting to spread across his face. “You alright?”

Stella shrugged. “Been drinking.”

Buck hid his smile behind a sip from his drink.

John let his wide grin show freely on his face. “I see that,” he acknowledged.

“Getting drunk is more fun than I remember,” Stella said next. “I feel like everything is just happy. When does the world ever feel like this apart from when you’re drunk?”

“Beats me,” John said, raising his glass to her before taking a long sip. “Where’s Alice?”

“Getting more drinks,” Stella said. “She was sad earlier because Lieutenant Rosenthal likes Freddie Leroy.”

John waved this away. “Freddie left Rosie at the bar to go and sit with Meatball, tell Alice not to worry.”

“But don’t you think Freddie Leroy is just so pretty?” Stella gushed by way of reply. “I don’t think Rosie will be deterred, to tell you the truth. Besides, I think we should set Alice up with someone else. I think Atley the barman kind of fancies her but she won’t listen to me when I tell her so. Have you ever fancied her, John? She’s not looking for commitment so maybe you two would be good together. But I think that would make me sad.”

John’s eyebrows were furrowed. “What would make you sad?”

“If you and Alice got together,” Stella replied simply, as though this should have been obvious.

Stella didn’t notice, but Buck gave John a pat on the shoulder and slipped away, heading over to chat to some of the men hanging around the bar.

John noticed, naturally, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t even pay Buck a glance. His eyes were set firmly, resolutely, unwaveringly on Stella. “Why would that make you sad, Stels?” he asked softly.

Stella shrugged, turning her eyes on her shoes and watching as she toed at the floor. “Just would.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I don’t want to be left behind.” She kept watching her feet for a moment and then she looked back up, all traces of vulnerability gone from her face, a goofy smile plastered across her lips instead. “Would you like to dance with me?”

John didn’t smile back at her, not just yet. “I’m not gonna leave you behind, Stels,” was all he said, staring at her hard. Then, wordlessly, he held out his hand for her to take and, once she had, led her over to the dance floor. He placed gentle hands in all the appropriate places and maintained a respectable distance, letting her decide how close they got.

Stella wanted to get close. When they started to dance to the slow song on the gramophone, she took a step closer and rested her cheek on his chest, shutting her eyes and humming along to the music. “I love this song,” she said idly, as though she didn’t really mind whether or not he heard her. Then she moved her hands out of their requisite dancing positions in favour of wrapping her arms around John’s waist, leaning her weight into him and sighing happily before resuming her humming.

John was looking down at the top of her head, startled, unsure what to make of all this. But he wrapped his arms around her all the same, helping to keep her close, and let only the tiniest of smiles tug at the corner of his lips.

He let them stay that way, swaying more than dancing and pressed together like lovers, for only a little while before he realised he was only going to end up getting hurt. So he dropped his arms to drape around her waist instead and started to sway more enthusiastically, a playful attempt at making her laugh. When she giggled and stood up straight, peering up into his face, he grinned down at her, victorious.

With a bright smile on her face, Stella extracted one of John’s hands from her waist and held it aloft, indicating that she wanted him to spin under their arms. When he did, even though he crouched, she laughed loudly as she had to jump to give him enough room to fit.

“Your turn,” he informed her when he was back facing her. He held their entwined hands up and Stella spun beneath them easily, still laughing all the while, then grasped his other hand and wrapped it back around her waist. She was gazing up into his face, smiling wildly, and he was smiling right back down at her. The way the warm lighting was spilling over him made his eyes shine, bright blue and endless. His smile seemed so much wider from up this close. She liked the way his eyes crinkled so much they almost closed, liked the way there always seemed to be humour in the creases in his cheeks even when he wasn’t laughing.

Everyone around them was dancing slowly, appropriately, to the delicate love song, but Stella and John didn’t notice. Wrapped up in their own little world, they grinned at each other and laughed at each other, tugged each other into the positions they wanted and danced like they were alone and the music was far jollier than it was.

When the song ended, Stella was breathing heavily and smiling wide.

John was smiling back at her, watching her closely, and as such he noticed the exact moment an idea hit her.

“Come,” she said, tugging on his hands and starting to walk backwards.

John was chuckling to himself. “Come where?”

“Got something to show you,” she said simply.

“Finally gonna get me alone to strangle me?” he teased as he started to follow her.

She turned but kept hold of his hand, leading him out of the club. “I would never strangle you,” she said over her shoulder, her smile audible in her voice. “I’d suffocate you, obviously. Strangling would take too long. Have you seen how big your neck is?”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Not a compliment, really,” Stella replied breezily, brushing him aside. “But that’s okay. Your neck is three times wider than the standard person’s and mine is three times longer, so I suppose we match.”

Behind her, John was all but cackling.

“What?” Stella asked.

“Nothing,” John dismissed her. “Nothing at all, Stels. Nothing at all.”

“I’m just being honest,” she defended herself.

“No, you are,” he assured her. “And I love that about you. You’re perfect, don’t worry about it.”

Stella hummed her acceptance of this and kept on towing him behind her, ducking behind buildings and along the alleyways between them, until she presented a locked door to him. “Do you think you’re sober enough to drive?” she wondered curiously, wide-eyed and innocent as she gazed up into his face, like she was asking whether or not he would make her hot chocolate and wrap her in a blanket.

“No,” John said.

Stella frowned. “That’s a bad answer,” she said. “That is not the answer I was hoping for.”

“Okay, then yes,” John amended.

Stella scowled. “Don’t lie!”

“I was just trying to -”

“I know what you were trying to do! Stop it! I don’t like liars.”

John turned away so she wouldn’t catch him laughing, rubbing a hand over his mouth to hide his grin even as he turned it into the night sky.

“Do you think you can cycle?” Stella asked next.

“Maybe,” John said. “Why? Where we goin’ that we can’t just walk?”

“The airfield,” Stella answered easily. “I brought you here to get the keys to a jeep.”

Turning back to her, John raised his eyebrows. “I hate to break it to you, Stels, but I’ve seen the airfield.”

Stella stared at him blankly. “Ha-ha,” she replied in a deadpan. “Maybe I won’t show you after all.”

“Hey, no, I’m sorry, I was just kidding,” John hurried to reassure her. “But, hey, let’s just walk, alright? I don’t wanna be responsible if we crash and you get hurt.”

Stella shrugged. “I don’t care about that. I trust you.”

John was grinning. “Why don’t you wanna walk?”

“Tired.”

“I can carry you.”

“Piss off.”

John laughed. “Right.”

“Give me a piggyback,” Stella decided after a moment of silence. Her eyes were all lit up, her smile defiant. “I will accept a piggyback.”

“Piggyback it is,” John declared, turning and crouching down for her.

Stella studied the back of him for a moment, deciding what would be the most effective course of action, before she took a small run up and all but launched herself onto his back.

“Fucking christ, Stels!” John cried as he stumbled a few steps forward, hurrying to right himself. He wrapped both hands around her thighs, keeping her steady as he found his balance, and Stella couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re tall!” she exclaimed. “I had to jump high.”

“Felt like you were trying to body slam me.” He was still hunched over, still stumbling just a little bit. “Fuck.”

Stella laughed, loud and bright, into the stars above her. “Maybe I was,” she said, still giggling. “Maybe I didn’t take you out here to strangle you or to suffocate you but to batter you to death instead.”

“Hate to tell you that it didn’t work,” John replied, smiling as he started in the direction of the airfield.

Stella hummed. “Oh well. The best laid plans and all that.” She moved her hands from where she’d been holding onto his shoulders to clasp them together in front of his chest, her thumbs occasionally brushing up against him with the rise and fall of his footsteps.

“Which direction am I going once we get to the airfield?” John asked idly once they got close.

“You’ll know,” Stella told him airily. “If you know me, you’ll know.”

He did know. And he grinned when he realised that he knew. Because parked in one of the bays on the hardstand, amidst the rows of B-17s, was a Hawker Hurricane.

“Ta-dah,” Stella sing-songed quietly, right into his ear, because she knew he knew. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

John smiled to himself. “Gorgeous,” he agreed.

“I’ve flown B-17s but you’ve never flown a Hurricane,” Stella said as John approached it. “So I thought you should see what all the fuss is about.”

John sputtered a scoff. “Stels, I ain’t gonna fly it -”

“Of course you’re not going to fly it!” Stella replied, laughing. “I’m just going to show it to you. It’s pretty inside, too.”

So, when they got there, John helped Stella down from his back and she opened the Hurricane’s glass canopy up for him, gesturing him in.

And it was… a plane. Just a fighter plane. It was claustrophobic, really, this single-seater fighter. After flying for so long in the school bus that was the Boeing B-17, the walls of the Hurricane felt too close. He was used to space, multiple bodies in one plane but not all of them in the same space, everyone with enough room to spread out. He was most certainly not used to having the walls on either side of him so close that he brushed against them with every movement, the canopy so low his hair brushed against it when he turned his head.

There was a lot of machinery around his feet, like treacherous weeds stopping him from wading too far into a pond, and so many dials shoved into one small control panel it was dizzying, and they weren’t even operational at the moment.

It was an ugly little thing, the inside of the Hawker Hurricane. But Stella Finley grinning at him from her perch on the wing was a beautiful thing, a stunning thing, a breathtaking thing, so John gave her a smile not half as pretty as hers and said, “It’s great, Stels.”

“Just great?” she teased, leaning towards him. “It’s spectacular! First time I flew one of these I felt like I’d found my purpose. The things I could do in this plane if they let me fly combat.” She gave a dreamy sigh. “If I have one true friend in this life, the Hawker Hurricane is it.”

John scoffed. “You’ve got multiple true friends, Stels.”

Stella’s smile turned sly. “You, you mean?”

“For one.”

She rolled her eyes jovially. “I’m gonna tell Buck that I’ve replaced him.”

“He’ll never believe you.”

Stella laughed. “He’d be silly if he did,” she acknowledged, “and Buck is not a silly man.” She turned her eyes back on the control panel and her smile turned wistful once more. “I love this plane,” she declared. “Love it. I can’t believe I ever went about my life not knowing what it was like to fly a Hurricane. Sometimes I think I don’t even want the war to end because I’d be so sad not to fly Hurricanes anymore.” 

She stared hard at the dials, at the yoke, at the gear stick. 

John watched in profile as her smile faded.

“Stupid thing to say,” she berated herself quietly after a moment’s silence. “People are dying in this war. People are losing everything to the Germans.”

John knew, then, without having to ask, that she’d lost something dear to her to the Germans. And he knew, suddenly, that the way she’d reacted after Curt had gone down was not solely about Curt.

“Who?” he asked softly, gently, watching the way the moonlight danced in the blue pools of her eyes even when they weren’t looking at him. “Who’d you lose, Stels?”

She didn’t say anything, but her bottom lip wobbled.

John had a good idea of who she’d lost.

“One of your brothers?” he asked gently.

She swallowed hard.

“Your favourite brother?” he asked next. His voice was so soft and earnest that if it had been a physical thing it would have been a worn out, well-loved childhood blanket, slept with every night since infancy. “Harry?”

Stella didn’t look at him but John saw the change in her all the same. Her jaw hardened and all of the emotion left her eyes in an instant. Her posture turned sharp.

She didn’t spare John a single glance as she hopped down from the wing of the plane and started off into the darkness. Her footsteps were rapid and stomping, loud even when he couldn’t see her anymore.

There was nothing for John to do but let her go. She’d closed herself off to him enough times by now that he knew there was no coming back from it tonight.

[pvffinsdaisies]

UK & Ireland as Olivia Rodrigo songs

Plus OC’s in a reblog 💕

ENGLAND: making the bed

“Want it, so I got it, did it, so it’s done. Another thing I ruined I used to do for fun. Another piece of plastic I could just throw away. Another conversation with nothing good to say.

And I thought it, so I said it, took it cause I can. Another day pretending I’m older than I am, another perfect moment that doesn’t feel like mine, another thing I forced to be a sign.

Well, sometimes I feel like I don’t wanna be where I am, getting drunk at a club with my fair-weathered friends, push away all the people who know me the best, but it’s me who’s been making the bed.

And I’m tired of being the girl that I am, every good thing has turned into something I dread, and I’m playing the victim so well in my head, but it’s me who’s been making the bed.

(…)

And I tell someone I love them, just as a distraction, and they tell me that they love me like I’m some tourist attraction. They’re changing my machinery and I just let it happen, I got the things I wanted it’s just not what I imagined.”

IRELAND: Can’t Catch Me Now

“There’s blood on the side of the mountain, there’s writing all over the wall, the shadows of us are still dancing through every room and every hall. There’s snow falling over the city, you thought that it would wash away the bitter taste of my fury and all of the messes you made. Yeah, you think that you got away

But I’m in the trees, I’m in the breeze, my footsteps on the ground. You’ll see my face in every place, but you can’t catch me now. Through wading grass, the months will pass, you’ll feel it all around. I’m here, I’m there, I’m everywhere but you can’t catch me now.

Bet you thought I’d never do it, thought it’d go over my head. I bet you figured I’d pass with the winter, be something easy to forget, oh, you think I’m gone ‘cause I left…

(…)

You can’t, you can’t catch me now, I’m coming like a storm into your town. You can’t, you can’t catch me now, I’m higher than the hopes that you brought down!

(…)

There’s blood on the side of the mountain, it’s turning a new shade of red. Yeah, sometimes the fire you founded don’t burn the way you expect. Yeah, you thought that this was the end.”

NORTHERN IRELAND: brutal

“And I’m so sick of seventeen, where’s my fucking teenage dream? If someone tells me one more time, “enjoy your youth!” Im gonna cry. And I don’t stick up for myself, I’m anxious and nothing can help, and I wish I’d done this before, and I wish people liked me more.

All I did was try my best, this the kinda thanks I get? Unrelentlessly upset. They say these are the golden years, but I wish I could disappear, ego crush is so severe. God, it’s brutal out here.

I feel like no one wants me, and I hate the way I’m perceived. I only have two real friends, and lately I’m a nervous wreck. ‘Cause I love people I don’t like, and I hate every song I write, and I’m not cool and I’m not smart and I can’t even parallel park.

(…)

Got a broken ego, broken heart. And god, I don’t even know where to start.”

SCOTLAND: get him back!

“I met a guy in the summer, and I left him in the spring. He argued with me about everything. He had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye, he said he’s 6’2 and I’m like “dude, nice try.” But he was so much fun, and he had such weird friends, and he would take us out to parties and the night would never end, another song, another bar, another dance, and when he said something wrong, he’d just fly me to France. So, I miss him some nights when I’m feeling depressed, ‘til I remember every time he made a pass at my friends. Do I love him, do I hate him? I guess it’s up and down, if I had to choose, I would say right now

I wanna get him back! I wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad. I wanna get him back ‘cause then again I really miss him and it makes me real sad. I want sweet revenge and I want him again. I wanna get him back!

(…)

I wanna key his car, I wanna make him lunch, I wanna break his heart and be the one to stitch it up. Oh, I wanna kiss his face with an uppercut, I wanna meet his mom, just to tell her her son sucks!”

WALES: enough for you

“And I knew how you took your coffee, and your favourite songs by heart. I read all of your self-help books so you’d think that I was smart. Stupid, emotional, obsessive little me. I knew from the start this is exactly how you’d leave.

You found someone more exciting, the next second you were gone. And you left me there crying, wondering what I did wrong. And you always say I’m never satisfied, but I don’t think that’s true, ‘cause all I ever wanted was to be enough for you.

And maybe I’m just not as interesting as the girls you had before, but god you couldn’t have cared less about someone who loved you more. I’d say you broke my heart, but you broke much more than that, now I don’t want your sympathy I just want myself back.

(…)

Don’t you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded? Don’t you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing? But don’t tell me you’re sorry, boy, feel sorry for yourself ‘cause someday I’ll be everything to somebody else. And they’ll think that I’m so exciting, and you’ll be the one who’s crying.”

[anxious-witch]

I have this mental image in my head of Bojan meeting someone who he hates (who most likely hurt one of his friends (an ex or something)) and ends up being protective as fuck annnnddd starting a fist fight.

Or some Jance but its Bojan who's exposing their feelings to one another in a goofy cocky way (and later he's probably being chased by Kris with a newspaper, because he as getting entertained by looking at the two lovebirds being shy and awkward)

Or bottom Bojan with Kris... There's something wrong with me these days

Basically Bojan's stupid cocky shenanigans

Okay so I did the first prompt (and kind of implied the last at the very end), and I apologize, this was written on the phone and nit proofread so. Make of it what you will. I still hope you like it!

TW for fatphobia(from an OC not one of the boys) violence, slight description of blood and alcohol

Bojan was admittedly, a little tipsy. Which meant he had a little less control over his emotions than he'd usually have.

Which in turn, meant that when he saw a man invade Nace's space, despite Nace clearly being uncomfortable, he felt anger immediately shimmer under the surface.

He faintly heard a snippet of their conversation.

"Oh, Nacko, you change so much since we went to school together! Finally lost that weight, huh?"

Oh, no he did not. Bojan saw Nace flinch slightly at the comment. He grit his teeth and made sure to push through the crowd in the club until he was at Nace's side.

"Hello," he said, flashing his teeth in something resembling to a smile, "and who might you be?"

The man looked at Bojan suspiciously. He slightly towered over him, but then again, most men did. It particualrly didn't concern him. He looked skinny. And dumb.

"I am Nace's friend from high school!"

Right. Judging by Nace's face, friend was a generous title. Bojan narrowed his eyes.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Marko. Yours?"

"Bojan."

Marko. Wasn't that the guy Nace mentioned bullying him in high school? Bojan wanted to seethe.

"Right, Bojan, of course! You are the main vocalist. I remember now. Guess you guys got pretty famous, huh?"

Bojan crossed his arms over his chest and stepped forward, making sure to insert himself between Nace and the bully.

"Bojan. Don't," Nace whispered softly, quiet enough for only Bojan to hear.

Which did make him hesitate. He didn't want Nace to be more uncomfortable, after all. So he swallowed his rage and tried to put up a charming facade.

"I guess we did."

"Never thought Nace would be a part of something like that. Do you know what we called him in high school?"

He felt Nace tense behind him. Rage hit Bojan square in the chest, and he forgot about not wanting to make a scene.

"I would recommend not saying it. Ever."

Marko didn't seem to have gotten a message, or detected his tone. He laughed, making a dismissing gesture with his hand.

"Oh, com'on now. It was all in good fun. You seem like you were popular, even back in high school. You know how things work."

What kind of piece of shit would-Bojan took a deep breath. He let his hands fall from where he was crossing them over his chest to his sides. Then he clenched them into fists.

"I do," he said, very calmly, "would you like to see how I dealt with people talking shit about my friends?"

He didn't wait for an answer. He swung at him, as hard as he could, and heard as his fist collided with his nose in a satisfying crack.

Then all hell broke loose.

Nace tried to pull him back, but Marko managed to punch him in the jaw, and Bojan taste blood from a slip lip. He attempted to push against Nace to give another punch, but Nace didn't budge.

Just in time for the bouncers to arrive and very firmly escort them out. Marko swore at them, saying he didn't even start the fight. Which looked ridiculous with their heigh difference. And Bojan did ocassionly use the influence he had to get his way.

"A bit of an obsessive fan, that one. Sorry for the trouble," he whispered to the closest bouncer.

He got a nod of understanding in response and they actually let him go, while they continue escorting Marko out. Bojan made sure to flash a quick grin in his directon.  Which prompted  new wave of swearing, before it got drowned out by the the music.

"What did you do now?" Kris asked sharply just behind him.

Bojan turned around to face his very annoyed boyfriend.

"He was mean to Nace!"

Kris raised an eyebrow. He didn't look very impressed. Bojan did his best not to pout.

"He is telling the truth," Nace said, making Bojan jump.

When did he come around? Hmm. Maybe Bojan was a bit more tipsy than he thought.

Well. That was a thought for later. For now...Bojan threw his hands around Nace, pulling him into a hug.

"I will fight all the bullies for you!"

Nace chuckled and returned the hug. Bojan leaned his head on his chest. He really did give the best hugs.

"As much as I appreciate that, I'd prefer you in one peace. He did get you good with that punch. That's probably gonna bruise."

"Where?"

Bojan groaned at Kris' question and lightly slapped Nace's shoulder.

"Look what you did! He is going to go all mom friend on me now!"

Nace simply rolled his eyes and withdrew from the hug.

"Perhaps that would stop you from getting into fights more often."

Bojan pouted and was about to say something about how much Nace actually appreciated being defended, when Jure yelled Nace's name.

"Nace! Jan is arguing with someone over math problems again!"

Nace sighed.

"I better go, before that turns into a fist fight, too."

Then he left, leaving Bojan at Kris' mercy. Kris, who pulled him to the quieter corner, where there weren't so many people.

"Let me see that bruise."

Kris gently raised his chin so he could look at it. If he could see anything with the club's flashing lights.

"Tehnically, it's unlikely the bruise already formed-"

"Just be quiet for a minute, for the love of god."

Bojan closed his mouth with a click. He knew it was due to the alcohol that his emotions were this unstable, but he suddenly became aware of just how much Kris must be annoyed with him.

"Hey," Kris said, his voice softer, "I didn't mean-you just worried me, that's all. How about we go to my place so I can take a proper look at that?"

Not everyone understood his and Kris' relationship, saying they always bickered. What they didn't understand was that, as much as they bickered, it was never intentionally hurtful. And sure, sometimes some lines were crossed, but they always apologized for it.

Bojan looked up at him and smiled. Colorful lights reflected in Kris' blue eyes and Bojan felt as starstruck as he did everytime he gave himself time to think "Holy shit, this guy is my boyfriend".

"Did I ever tell you that you have very pretty eyes?"

Kris rolled his pretty eyes at him. Rude.

"Yes. On an almost regular basis. Now let's get you home, okay?"

Bojan pouted.

"Don't I at least get a kiss for that?"

Kris shot him a glare, but Bojan could see the softness underneath it. So he got on his tiptoes and wrapped his arms around Kris' neck, reaching for his lips. Kris met him halfway.

The kiss started soft and sweet, but quickly turned more passionate as Kris pressed on the cut on his lip. Bojan moaned and pulled him closer.

It was only when Bojan pulled on Kris' hair that the younger broke the kiss and stepped back.

"Let's try not to give everyone a show in the club."

Bojan grinned.

"Does that mean I get a reward for being a good friend when we do get home?"

Kris pressed his lips together and walked towards the door without an answer. Bojan laughed as he ran after him.

Perhaps tonight was a complete waste, after all.

[garbinge]

Responsible

Frank Castle & OC Ana Tyler

30 Day Fic Challenge

Word Count: 1.9k A/N: These two hold such a special place in my heart. Their fucked up friendship is one of my favorites to write.

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Mentions of violence, death, weapons.

All Writing Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @kmc1989

“I got a dog.” 

Frank looked up from his beer and across at the other side of the bar at his friend who had just spoken to him. She began wiping down the counter before making a couple more drinks. The music in the bar wasn’t overpowering, but it was enough to make conversations a little tough to hear. 

“I’m sorry, you did what?” Frank said with a concerning look on his face. 

“I got a dog. Bully mix. Her name’s Roxy.” 

Frank stared at the girl, no expression on his face but Ty knew him well enough to know what he was thinking. 

“Don’t give me that look.” She pointed at him. 

Frank raised his hands in a surrender but continued to talk. “That’s a lot of responsibility, Ty.” 

Before the girl could argue with him, she was being called upon by the manager at the bar. 

“Star!!” 

The girl turned to see the manager pointing to a group of men and let out a sigh while looking back at Frank. 

“Seems like you’re being called on, Star.”

“Yea, I’m going to go do my job because I’m responsible, Pete.” She used her friend’s fake name just as he had used her bar name. 

He smiled at her sarcasm as she left from behind the bar and reentered the main portion of the club. The atmosphere wasn’t exactly shitty, especially for a strip club. Ty managed to stay in the bartending position, not wanting to move up the career path at the Penthouse Gentlemen's Club, but also accepting that, money wise, this was the best option for her currently. It helped that she was able to bring Frank in as a club bodyguard, it made the job feel less degrading. Not so much with the ridiculous work attire she had to wear, or even the way people ogled her, but the embarrassment that she had to pretend she was a helpless damsel in distress everytime someone slipped and touched her. Frank made that hard to swallow pill, a little easier to take. He didn’t hold back much with the pieces of shit at the club, and that was enjoyable to watch if she couldn’t get in on the action herself. 

Frank kept his eye on his beer, but just because his attention wasn’t on the girl visually, he was ready to go. He heard the way the group of patrons were talking to the girl, and he wished that alone was enough to let his rage out on them but he held himself back. While this was great money for Ty, it was also great money for him. 

Just as he went to take his final sip, he heard his friend’s voice snap. 

“No touching. You tell me your drink order, I get it, you look, you tip, you drink.” Ty barked at the men. 

Before she could repeat the words, Frank was in front of her gripping the men by their collars. 

“Pretty sure the lady said no touching.” His voice grunted. Ty smiled as she saw the men squirm and profusely apologize to Frank who threw them back down on their chairs.  “A man’s got a right to defend themselves and those who can’t.” 

“I hate when you say that shit.” Ty said as she went back to the bar with Frank behind her. “I can defend myself and you know it.” 

“Here you can’t.” Frank teased knowing very well the woman had every capability to rip each one of those guys from limb to limb and not break a sweat. 

Before the girl could make a snide comment back to Frank, her phone began ringing. By the way she answered it seemed non chalant, her hello was spoken at a normal tone as she kept wiping down the bar with no sign of disturbance. That was until Frank heard the murmur on the other line and that’s when Ty immediately straightened up and let the rag from her hand fall to the ground. 

“Where are you?” Her voice had hardened. “Did they follow you?” That line got Frank’s attention, he was looking over his shoulder now trying to pick up on something. “Okay that’s good. Stay put,” she immediately followed up with questions to things that would make the person on the other line not be able to stay put. “Do you have food? Clothes? Okay good, I’ll be there in like 18 hours, 24 hours max, if you have to go anywhere, pay cash and go to very public places.” 

Ty was now starting to gather her things and Frank was standing up. He was grabbing both coats and held out Ty’s for her as she walked out from behind the bar and removed her apron, tossing it on the ground. 

“I quit!” She yelled out which made Frank frown as she grabbed the coat from his hands. She stopped short and immediately turned around and kicked one of the guys who was harassing her before to the ground, not a drop of sweat formed from the action. She placed her coat back on and called out again. “Frank quits too!” 

“You’re not even going to tell me what we’re doing, just gonna quit my job for me? Beat people up and then quit my job for me, man, you know, you’re really controlling, you know that? Real controlling.” Frank was putting his coat on too, still holding the door open for the girl out of his deep rooted chivalry, that despite his desire for justice and murder, still showed up. 

“Go home, pack a bag, for both of us, the basics you know, stealth basics, weapons, clothes, food, enough for like 3 days and I’ll meet you there we’ll take your van.” 

Frank was going to continue to poke fun at her but he could tell how frazzled she was so he just nodded and made his way, not bothering to ask where she was headed. 

Ty had a duffel in her arm as she entered the deli below the building where her and Frank lived, in separate apartments. As she picked up her sandwich order, she was looking down into the bag as her back pushed the door open. She clocked Frank waiting with his hood up against the truck when she was waiting for her change at the register so as she walked out she began to speak. 

“I bought sandwiches, as like an apology or whatever for not giving you all the details, but realistically, you owe me an apology because you were kind of being a dick.” She looked up at him and he was staring almost stunned at something in front of him. Ana Tyler frowned at Frank, about to make a teasing joke to him but then she followed where his eyes were looking and saw a blonde woman standing feet away from him looking equally as shocked. 

“Oh, sorry.” Suddenly Ana felt extremely awkward and didn’t know what to do. “Uh, I’ll, did you grab Rox?” She was starting to back up towards the building door. 

“Rox?” Frank turned to her now, a frown on his face. 

“My dog, I’m gonna go grab her, because I’m responsible!” She pointed to Frank, not being able to let that comment go and immediately turned around run upstairs. 

When she came back down with the dog and leash in hand, the dog ran right to Frank who was now standing in the same spot alone, no blond woman in sight. 

“Frank, Rox, Rox, Frank.” She said letting the leash go for Frank to take it. He was beyond giddy to meet the dog despite his hesitancy earlier in the day. But that had everything more to do with the girl than the dog. 

_____

Frank was behind the wheel, they both had been on the road for about an hour now. Most of that time was Ana situating the dog in the back, making sure she was comfortable. They still hadn’t discussed where they were headed, she just told Frank to hop on the interstate towards Ohio. 

“So what food did you pack?” She was climbing back into the front seat now, immediately diving into Frank’s backpack. “Frank…” She trailed off as she pulled MREs out of his bag. “This isn’t food?” 

“What do you mean, yes it is. You told me stealth basics, that right there is stealth basics.” Frank was defending himself. 

“Frank.” She was practically laughing through her shock. 

“Look you haven’t told me where we’re going, what we’re doing, I packed what I knew.” 

“Speaking of things we don’t know, who was she? The blond.” You asked pulling out one of the few decent snacks Frank did buy, a slim jim. 

“No, we’re not doing this.” He shook his head, his hood still up. 

“It’s a long ride to Chagrin Falls, Ohio, spit it out, Castle.” 

“What’s in Chargrin Falls?” Frank asked, completely ignoring Ty’s comment. 

“Chagrin,” She corrected him. “Answer for an answer. Who was the chick?”

Frank nodded with frustration, sucked his lip in and then answered. “Karen. Now what’s in Chagrin.” 

“Kind of doesn’t sound real anymore now that we’ve said it so much does it? Chagrin, Chagrin, Chagrin.” She repeated over and over. 

“No no no, not fair, I gave you something, now you give me something.” 

“You gave me a name, that’s hardly something.” She took a bite out of the slim jim. 

Frank didn’t answer, he decided to hold his ground. 

“My brother’s kid. We’re going to get my brother’s kid.” 

The entire mood changed and the only sound was the whining of Rox in the back. 

“She doesn’t like car rides.” Her legs were crossed now on the seat, the slim jim wrapper being discarded to the ground. 

“I didn’t realize he had a kid.” Frank knew that Ty had lost all her family when she escaped the Red room. 

“I put her in hiding, I didn’t tell anyone it was just safer that way, it wasn’t that I didn’t trust you, it wasn’t–” She was starting to spiral. 

“I get it. I’d have done the same thing.” Frank tried to offer the girl some relief. 

“She called me, she thinks someone’s following her. I just, I don’t–I can’t have anything happen to her.” 

Frank just nodded in understanding and took a deep breath letting out a silent sigh after words. “Her name’s Karen Page, she’s a journalist and uh, she’s helped me out a couple times.” 

“She’s the lawyer, from your case.” Ana immediately realized who she was. 

“She isn’t a lawyer, but yeah, she helped on my case.” Frank nodded, clearly feeling uncomfortable. 

“You looked like you saw a ghost when you saw her.” 

“I think she felt like she did.” Frank chuckled awkwardly. “Haven’t seen her in a while, you know.” 

“You love her.” Ana said it more like statement than a question, and Frank took that and ran with it and didn’t respond, just changed the topic. 

“Turn on the radio, 98.4, soft rock, it’ll help Rox relax.” 

She did what he said, grabbed a dog toy from her own bag, placed it next to the dog and within a few minutes the dog was sleeping in the trunk. 

Frank looked over his shoulder, glancing at the dog and smirked slightly before putting his eyes back on the road. 

Ana Tyler matched his smirk and kicked her feet up on the dashboard, pulling another slim jim out from Frank’s bag. “See I’m responsible.” 

“Take your feet off my dash.”

[theintelligentfool]

vent

y'know. i have friends. i know there are people that like my company.

but also! fuck! sometimes it doesn't feel like it! sometimes i think to myself that all i have are acquaintances. sometimes i think about the fact i havent dated anyone since literally freshman year of high school and even that barely counted. sometimes i think that nobody really Wants to hang out with me. they're willing to, sure, maybe they'll have fun if i show up or invite them to something. but it feels like i never get invited to shit.

among my irl friends, i'm just a little bit too weird to really fit in. i feel off-kilter. i talk differently, i have a different sense of humor, my music taste is basically fucking alien because all i listen to is metal, showtunes, and comedy music. among my online friends, i'm not even weird enough to be interesting! everyone else starts talking about their cool new obscure interest and i'm just sitting there!

i have a lot of friends. i do. i'm very lucky / i put a lot of effort into being easy to get along with. but who legitimately wants to be my best friend? even my partner? is there anyone? i don't think there is! i think if i deleted discord it would take a week at least before anyone fucking noticed i was gone! maybe more than that. i'm not special to anyone. i'm not funny enough to stay up all night texting. i'm not someone you think about when you're not talking to me and i'm not someone that gets texted first instead of just responded to.

someone i thought was one of my best friends basically sent me a fucking cease and desist letter because they hated talking to me so much they couldn't even pretend we were friends. they actually cited multiple reasons! fuck! isn't that awful? isn't it warranted? they said that since we used to hang out, they changed but i didn't. as if i didn't also grow up! as if i'm not eighteen instead of twelve! as if i've been fucking wallowing in stasis for the past seven years but maybe i fucking have. i'm legally an adult; one of my favorite interests is minecraft. i don't even Own the being into childish stuff thing because i barely even like cartoons. when i moved into my college dorm, one of the first things i brought to decorate it with was some fucking dragon figurines that i've had for literally who knows how long. i want to be an adult - in the same way i've always wanted to be an adult, even as a twelve year old. but fuck, maybe i am the same. i figured out who i wanted to be pretty early on and started doing it on purpose: yay me. i'm still obsessed with ocs. i don't have enough to build an expansive arching storyline. i don't have enough to really engage with the oc server i'm on because i only kind of like making characters. i like rotating characters i already have and coming up with different version #26292638368272. which i did with that person i thought was one of my best friends.

everyone i think of as one of my best friends has a different person they actually consider their best friend. someone is more important to them than i am. i wish i didn't fucking crave attention constantly so i could be okay with that because it's kind of conceited to need to be somebody's favorite. everybody's favorite. what does it fucking matter. it's not like i have no friends. it's not like they ALL secretly hate me (one of them did, sure, but it can't be all of them it just can't). i'm actively involved in a cool club and i watch movies with one of my roommates pretty frequently. finals are coming up so none of this even matters anyways.

[eofoc]

day 6: past

AHHH we got to my favorite part - backstories!!

i wish i could write about all of my 6 ocs, but i dont think uni will let me lol so i decided to spin a wheel for each of the days!!!!

...and then funnily enough it landed on Yuze who has the most developed backstory

(rambling about his past under the cut)

i dont want to get too much into the worldbuilding here... his parents were vampires and immigrants who got a job as tailors in the Lazarus estate (home to two young nobles, Juliet and Ange, around Yuze's age)

hes always had a pretty good relationship with his parents! i think funnily enough he was a bit spoiled by them, especially his mom, who he always clung to and admired. he has also always respected his parents greatly :'] esp. his father, sometimes even a bit too much (was often scared to approach him)

yea and then they were executed for treason when he was like 9 years old

um before that happened he also became friends with Ange. but that was like. almost entirely inconsequential to him UNTIL he convinced himself that Ange was responsible for his parents death (as people do) which is really funny to me because Ange wasnt very important to him UNTIL he started to center his life around getting his revenge lmao

well. he entered his parentless era and was sent to an orphanage. he met an older girl there who kind of took care of him and guided him :) her name was Csilla (he called her Lila) and well. she also died due to the negligence of the poorly funded orphanage. for years he thought she ran away without him Btw

then he entered his epic dissociation era where he was in.. like.. how do you even call it... this old dude (named Damien Eligioto) whos a retired vampire assistant of the late emperor "takes care" of young vampires who are poor / have no parents / etc. they get uniforms and rooms to sleep in and even education. but its not very fun its lowkey child labor factory and fulfilling his power fantasy most of the time.

yea anyways this Might be the most traumatic period for Yuze. he doesnt remember almost anything from that time. he only remembers learning thar Lila died and the day when Eligioto took interest in him (mostly the fact that he didnt talk to anyone and always did everything without a word) and offered him a way to make some extra money by killing / injuring people he didnt like. giving this job to a 16 year old is very stupid however it makes sense since he saw those teenagers as disposable pawns that u could make the fault fall on if they got caught

oh and the physical abuse also Yeah (the scars on his body Yeah

and so Yuze entered his very very brief era of being a teenage fuckigb assasin before he was like "wait... if i can do this to others then i can also do that to that guy i hate" and he straight up killed Eligioto and ran lol

and then he lived a few years in a little tiny village doing nothing <3 letting the mental illness consume him. until there came a proposition to work at the Lazarus estate... the dreams of revenge awaken again... and this is basically where the plot of the whole thing starts

Waow! He shouldve been at the fucking club

[sorblr]

(long overdue) intro post !!

putting everything underneath so that it's not much to scroll past if you just want to see my posts ♡

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞/𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 :

sorbet, or sorb, or anything with sorb at the start or bet at the end, i have lots of nicknames i've been called but there are some memorable ones like sorberry, sorboba, sorbbg, and sorbetti spaghetti

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 :

they/them

i consider myself genderless, except considering i'm ok with feminine terms(?) and i'm a lesbian, i might be more along the lines of demigirl

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 (𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲) :

art: #sorbeat (as in eat not beat 😭) sorbart was taken </3 so we must eat instead

random/text: #yapbet

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄

𝐝𝐧𝐢

racists, xenophobes, transphobes, homophobes, yk the whole group of prejudiced people just get outtttt, proshippers, zoophiles, pedos, yk the dni criteria

+ people who don't tolerate others just because of their hobbies (i'm looking extra hard at the people who hate furries), like as long as someone is causing no harm to others, idgaf how 'cringe' they may be and if you do you're just a haterrrrrrrrrrrrrrr 🗣🗣🗣

𝐛𝐲𝐟 (𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐦)

- my dms are always open!! if you want to start a convo about any random thing i'll be here to listen to you yap/yap with you

- i only speak english </3 too stupid + indecisive to learn a new language just yet

- i struggle starting conversations even with people who i think are really cool, like doing so much as commenting makes me so nervous (idk why??), but if you initiate interaction w/ me i'll respond w/ enthusiasm ♡

- typically i mirror the energy of whoever i'm talking to

- although i like evil little wretch characters i draw the line at s/a and like yk. being a nonce, i want to specify it cause a lot of the time when i like a character the other fans tend to have questionable morals/questionable hcs, and i want it to be super clear i am NOT one of those people

- i'm an adult (18 i just joined the club) so if that scares you off feel free to unfollow/block/avoid!! i don't do nsfw art or anything but i'm sure there's minors here who don't want to be near adults

- similar to above, if it's not in your bio or anything and you wanna like dm/befriend me or something PLS let me know whether or not you're a minor - i don't really act too differently depending on whether you are or not, i just want to be mindful ig????

𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬

- i like tons of diff types of music, so i'll probably like whatever you'd recommend/show me, but atm i'm madly in love with dadaroma and machine girl

- I LOVE GAP MOEEE i love pink cute stuff i love horror i love cute girls i love whatever the fuck secco is etc etc i love when scary characters are cute and cute characters are scary etc.

- my posts are 99.999% jjba but i like other stuff too

- i read a lot and i also read fics but likeeeee i'm sort of picky with them so i don't read as often as i want to :,)

- i have a million ocs and 2 jojo oc ideas cooking in my brain, i do a lot of art that isn't fanart i just don't post it on tumblr (or anywhere other than discord if you count the silly doodles)

- i love junji ito

- i like when people make fanart of characters in styles that would suit them and just likeeeee unconventional weird stuff ig?? idrk

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬

- jjba (main one)

- mouthwashing

- jjk but only for mahito so i stopped watching towards the end of the 2nd season 😭

- creepypasta was my childhood

- death note

- lots more that i'm forgetting + will add later i cba rn

𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬

i'm likeee revamping socials atm so like. most don't have posts yet

cara: sorbette

artfol: sorbette

bluesky: sorbette.bsky.social

insta: sorbet_xz

discord: sorbet_xz (just lmk you're from tumblr if you friend me)

[wifiwuxians]

20 questions writer meme.

tagged by @heyholmesletsgo THANK YOUUU

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

not counting things i'd rather remained anonymous, 21!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

513,621 lol

3. What fandoms do you write for?

mdzs, vaguely tgcf, hotline miami (though mostly past tense) and we'll see about the future

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Wei Wuxian's Super Special Super Secret Book Club still reigns supreme with 1229 kudos, and will most likely be my legacy despite it being the second fic i ever wrote for the fandom (i think?)

If You're Reading This, It's Too Late with 513, one would think i'd still be messing around with this AU but i'm happy to leave it where it is and just keep messing around with the crackship

Dawn Chorus, my most precious baby, at 251 by some miracle despite being oc/canon. you guys spoiled me with the love for this one tbh. none of my other xue yang centric works got anywhere near this close and i'm at peace with that because he's bonking my oc in this one and they have a kid.

The Book Club Extras at 232, which is hilarious when compared to the original but at least new readers will see there's more and maybe in the year 2055 i will publish them for fun

Frozen Pond with 156 at the end of the list, written for my friend @petitjams and taking place in a silly AU we made together (wen chao stays winning on here which is very funny)

i'm attributing the popularity of the first two to mostly being centered around super popular characters, because my later stuff is naturally better yet struggling haha

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

always unless they're like just emoji, because i like conversation! though i may also reply with a little heart hehe

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i wouldn't call it angstiest ending, it's bittersweet, but the threads that bind us is my top pick. and it also needs more readers so go read it. your hands and mine has a bit of an 'angsty' ending but only for song lan. xue yang had it coming :p 💖

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

excluding the two above, so far they all have a happy ending, or at least neutral??? i'd say Book Club, though, because that's the massive 'everybody lives!!' silly fixit fic

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope. i hope i didn't just jinx it. i get hate on art and through anon though! woo! (not anymore on here tho thank god)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do and i feel like it sucks so i almost always end up fading to black LMAO my actual explicit stuff remains private... it's like too embarrassing for me. i got judged for it as an 18 year old and 10 years later haven't gotten over it. i like bondage and bdsm though and that seems to crop up in private 😏

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i do on occasion! i love roleplaying them, but the only one i have out there is The Way To His Heart Is Through His Stomach (Oh God Please Don't Eat Me), which mixes mdzs and tgcf characters in a unique setting :3

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge, but i've had art stolen plenty so i wouldn't even be surprised

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, a few have been translated into russian!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

NOT YET BUT IT'S IN THE CARDS

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

all time? jeez. somebody tell me why i always freeze up and go blank when asked these simple questions? it's like i forget who the fuck i am. i feel like i should also say songxiao? but they're relatively new so it doesn't seem correct. fuck it. my all time favorite ship is [DATA MISSING OR CORRUPTED-- PLEASE PROCEED TO NEXT QUESTION]

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

haha... (looks at my abandoned hlm fic with the seventh chapter halfway written) haha...

16. What are your writing strengths?

i'd definitely say dialog. it makes sense, since the stuff i'm most used to doing is drawing silly comics. i also like to ping-pong emotions around and feel like i'm pretty good at that too

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

using the same words over and over and feeling like i never write Enough, like everything is always light and never in depth. i don't like making scenes too heavy with padding but i also feel like i need to find a balance

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i'll do it only if it's a language i speak!!! this doesn't apply to peppering words like gege and stuff just for funsies. i think the best way to go about it is to just tell the audience what language they're speaking in that moment

19. First fandom you wrote for?

we're gonna have to go back to when i was 10 years old here lol... i think it was tokyo mew mew in terms of stuff i put online (oh god)

20. Favorite fic you've written?

it's hard to pick favorites, but i once again must say the threads that bind us in terms of work i'm most proud of.

i tag whoever sees it, plus @sugarapplebaby because ily

[starry-night-skyes]

Oc Incorrect Quotes P1 (MC Edition)

DAISES: If we don’t get out of this alive… If we’re both about to die… I love you, Alina! Neither of them die Alina: … DAISES: … Alina: So do you wanna talk about somethi- DAISES: No thank you.

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Zia: Have you done this before? Alina: Well, Zia, it's like if you read the script you come better prepared. Vinni: That's not what we do in the US, we don't read things. Zia: I don't read, Alina.

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Zia: Wow, I feel happy and I’m having so much fun! Zia: Zia: narrows eyes Something’s wrong here.

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Azaela: Wow, great work on the Halloween decorations. Where did you get the fake skeletons? DAISES: Fake?

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Azaela: I have a 1:30 appointment. Meridian: Which doctor? Azaela: No, I want the regular doctor.

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Alina: We need a plan to beat them. Vinni: Okay, listen up. First, we fill their shoes with wet cat food. Alina: Vinni: Judge me all you want, I get results.

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Leith: What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done? Alina: sighs Alina: I killed a man.

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Vinni: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river. Leith: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.

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Azaela: Happy Scorpio season. If you have to burn a bridge, do it safely! Leith: With NAPALM.

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Leith: What do we think of Zia? pause DAISES: sighs Nice pal. Meridian: I think they're gay.

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Meridian: There. How do I look? Vinni: Like a cheap French harlot. Meridian: French?!

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Vinni: I wish I had acid. Thank you, Jesus. Amen.

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Meridian: Who the fuck- Azaela: Language! Meridian: Whom the fuck- Azaela: No.

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Leith: Are you tall enough to play basketball though? Alina: Are you calling me short? Leith: I'm calling you vertically challenged.

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Meridian: Hey DAISES, Vinni just broke my seashell lamp. DAISES: Neat. I’m gonna die alone. Meridian: Okay, you win.

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Vinni: I have lots of friends! Zia: Name one. Vinni: Well, there’s- Zia: Name one you haven’t gotten incredibly angry at. Vinni: Hey, that’s not fair, then there isn’t any!

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Zia: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.

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DAISES: We are gathered here today because someone- glares at Zia’s coffin -couldn’t stay alive!

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Azaela: Meridian! Vinni got that thing on the control panel working! Meridian: Wow! That looks pretty impressive. Azaela: Yeah! Meridian: Any idea what it does? Azaela: Not a clue.

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Leith: Shh, here comes Zia! Alina: Quick, DAISES, start talking about boring nerd stuff! DAISES: You know, nerd culture is mainstream now, so when you use the word “nerd” derogatorily, it means you’re the one that’s out of the zeitgeist. Alina: Yes, that’s perfect. Just like that.

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Zia, on the phone: Oh, hey man! Sorry for accusing you of murder last week.

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DAISES: We have a problem. Alina: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

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Alina: I personally don't think it's possible to come up with a crazier plan. Leith: We could attack them with hummus. Alina: I stand corrected. Leith: Just keeping things in perspective.

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Zia: Did you just refer to a knife as a “people-opener”? Vinni: Vinni: …Should I not have?

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Zia: We can’t tell you because you’re not a member of the club. Vinni: What club? Leith: The hating Vinni club. Vinni: …The fuck? I should be the leader of that club!

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Vinni: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

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Vinni: I’m this close to falling in love with Leith. Zia: Your fingertips are touching. Vinni: Exactly.

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Meridian: Hey DAISES, can you give me the opposite of these words? Meridian: Always, Coming, From, Take, Me, Down. DAISES: Never, Going, To, Give, You- DAISES: The fucking satisfaction.

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Vinni: There are no friends when playing board games. I am here to win.

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Zia: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us. Alina: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.

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( @minnesotamedic186 )

[hirukochan]

hiiiii

18, 27, 28, 30, 40, 42, 43, 49

for writer’s ask game (wanted to ask more but i think that’s it for now :d)

wishing both sides of your pillow will stay cool this summer!

Hi there :D <3

18.  If you could collaborate with anyone, who would it be, and what would you write about?

hm, I honestly don't know ._. I'm afraid I'm not a good partner for collaborations. I write in really weird bursts of inspiration and I tend to lose interest as soon as something becomes too tedious. It's why most of my works don't see much editing ( 〃 ．．)

27.  Favourite line/scene

I will take this as a 'favourite thing I've written' because if we where to dive into my favourite stuff from shows/books I'd never shut up (but also it's that one scene in Rings of Power were Adar has been captured and lies down while in shackles ( ’ω’ ))

I am still a huge fan of that scene in chapter 8 of A Servant of Death where Freya goes to a sex club and Snape is there too. I just love the idea xD. Poor mortified Snape but also intrigued enough to stay and watch her :D

28.  Favourite side character

Candy! She is an OC I made for Carrying Atlas. I love the idea of a very bubbly, pink, short and thicc dominatrix. I love even more the picture of her and Snape being friend xD

30.  Favourite idea you haven’t started on yet

I just answered this one here <3

40.  Share some backstory for one of your characters

42.  How do you feel about love triangles?

eh.

If it's a proper triangle and not a love corner I love them. I think we need more poly-relationships in fics. Some healthy throuples :D Like Sev/Freya/Barty :D or Sev/Lucius/Narcissa.

Love corners aren't my thing. They feel like cheap drama. Unless it's Rodolphus/Bellatrix/Rabastan, or generally two brother who are both with the same girl.

Other than that, just make a fucking choice girl (or boy) and stop making those poor lads (or girls) suffer!

43.  What do you do if/when characters don’t follow the outline?

no, kidding xD

My characters basically never do what they are supposed to. I actually quite enjoy it. I just start writing and see where the story takes me, which, most of the time, means a huge 200k+ words long fic :D

49.  Which character would you most want to be friends with, if they were real?

Snape! We'd be Snesties :D

At first he would hate me but I'd slowly worm my way into his life and he'd never admit it but eventually he'd like me too. We have a lot in common! And I'd let him info dump about potions as much as he wants.

[kerberosstyxnixcharonandhydra]

I would wish to see

OK OH LORD THIS IS GONNA BE LONG, some is stuff discussed w/ my pal @idiotv2 and some is just mine (we each have our own versions but there's some stuff shared so!)

without further adieu: These are kinda old lol. I'll be doing an eventual post about their USC interpretations

ALL:

yeah theyre all related in this one.

They're also all italian immigrants!

There is a front related to each one (Charon's Ferry - clothing store | and i cannot remember the others tbh. kerby's was a trampoline park tho. they go feral in there)

ALL SOME FLAVOR OF NB (they/them) and all of them aroace...except hydra who is the token allo /hj

all our cogs have some slight basing on animals so. furries the lot of them (affectionate)

All have some form of bone/joint/frame/shell issues (The head attorney does too) <- that's their Zizi btw (italian gender neutral for aunt/uncle figures)

All lost their shells but in different ways

(Left is relationships, right is an old reference with their shells + my friend's oc joey. hes funney i like him.)

Charon:

the oldest and tallest

got put into a leadership position but would rather not TM

I'm pretty sure that with their shell Charon was considered to be pretty attractive

Wolf based, i believe they're a timberwolf but we may not have been that specific

Our designs and HC's diverge around when they all lose their shells so -- Charon (to me) becomes a spotlight thing

(Based on the light almost looking like a moon and how wolves howl, and them not wanting to be IN the spotlight)

legal surname is Christy

Gorgon thing also, can reflect damage back at you. maybe also turn you to stone if you step into the beam of light and theyre MAD)

SO SCARED OF BUGS THEY CRY AND GAG AND THROW UP IN THEIR MOUTH (i joke but they are terrified)

COFFEE SNOB

Lost shell due to illness (from their Zizi)

Styx:

Second oldest/second tallest

The affair child TM (this is unfortunately true!)

Their animal was a hyena and boy they laugh like one

THEY ARE ALSO A DHAMPIR (male vampire and human woman) or the rough equivalent. the trait of fucked up bones appears in frame issues x2!

used to do ballet for fun in italy, fell and fucked up their foot/leg so bad they had to stop (it also required a transtibal amputation)

they have a wheelchair for bad days, but often use forearm crutches, or a cane + prosthetic (styx and graham and the foreman in the prosthetic legs club)

NO ACCENT BTW. i cannot stress this enough their voice is a dead monotone with no accent or inflection

Surname is Showalter, despite relation to Charon

DOES IN FACT DRINK BLOOD SOMETIMES. and has a life drain ability (i think it should be through their voice and this is my HC list even though i share many w/ my friend)

Showed a few symptoms of the same illness and skipped right to "get this thing off me NOW before it gets worse"

Nix:

The forgotten middle sibling (REAL) who has a passive cheat that makes people unable to sense their presence (They are a cognitohazard)

This can be rectified if you're around them a lot, but it fucks up your brain forever pretty much. They can also amplify the effect to sneak around if they want (but machines like automatic doors and cameras also forget they exist)

Almost perfectly identical to the head attorney, even when they had shells

They use this to fill in for Nyx (originally when Nyx was too ill to work even after using sick days) and they now intend to go to law school

They're why everyone hates lawbots bc they would give fake CnD's and court orders

Weird bird/cat/bat hybrid thing. cat with feathery wings (and they have white patches which are remnants of their freckles)

Surname is Christy

my freak child with an eating disorder (due to derealization and the feeling that "well im not real why bother" yeah cosmos doesnt take kindly to that.)

Weird luck powers. once made buck roll BAR 7 times in a row just by looking at him weird

Also lost shell bc of illness.

Kerberos:

doberman pinscher (parents weren't going to straighten their ears but i assume another family member did under the guise of getting their ears pierced. sickness and despair in the world

SO PROTECTIVE OF HYDRA FOR REASONS THAT ARE SO FUCKED

conspiracy theorist (but not in a fucked up way, in a funny way. like cryptid hunting) (theyre also so oblivious. we had a joke about them asking THE PERSON THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT about... well themself, without knowing)

One time Hydra got dumped on their doorstep at 8 years old and they never got a moment of peace since (they were like idk 10? 11??)

can obtain messages thru electronic signals ("MOOOM THE TV CALLED ME A BITCH AGAIN" "lol youre so imaginative")

Surname is Showalter

GOT HIT BY A TRAIN AND THEIR SHELL BROKE APART

HYDRA:

IDIOT BLACK CAT ENERGY

The shortest and youngest, but oh so feral

talked to god once we dont need to focus on that

IMMIGRATED ON ACCIDENT I CANT STRESS THAT ENOUGH

kind of a brat but in a PTSD way (neglectful/abusive parents)

"mommy why do you have beef with me im 4"

had 2 imaginary friends growing up, a greek fish who's name translated to Jabberwocky, and a talking house (both are in fact real dw about)

their parents didnt wanna immigrate but they were 8 and didnt understand so after a tantrum their parents packed a suitcase and dropped them with kerberos

they also didnt get a chance to learn english for for like the first few months they only spoke italian (and some greek)

vessel of fate sort of.

Surname is... well they legally changed their name to be.... hydra Hydra. after the mario movie (the live action one) where mario's surname is also mario. theyre wacky.

lost their shell in a drunk driving accident (the designated driver was drunk and drove them right into another car head on)

anyways have some funneys

[bandtrees]

its not like i dont agree with all those posts about how bsd season 5 finale is bad and stupid and was a big let-down and everything. cuz i do - but also... i'm not really upset with it in the way a lot of people are, tbh.

cuz if you're only now realizing bsd isn't a good mystery series and it has a lot of cheap shock value and forgoes interesting character development in favor of showing off how smart dazai or fyodor are... uh, welcome to the club? the season 5 finale is not really unique in this regard.

bsd, to me, though it has moments of compelling writing, and overall compelling characters (people Like its characters so much for a reason!), etc, has always been a low-expectations watch. it's always been the "oh what's kafka asagiri doing to his weird ocs now" show - from the start, it's done this. so much of season 1 reeks of the same "random out of nowhere twist to make the writing feel clever", and it's something the show's had a problem with, and continues to have a problem with. forever. to the point where to enjoy the series you just kinda have to meet it halfway and have fun with it.

when i first got into bsd in, like, 2017 or so, i hated dazai a lot. both because of personal reasons and because i just didn't like smug genius types who know everything. with him being such a major character, this led to a shallow perception of the show, as you'd expect. then, i rewatched it this year, and i went in with those same feelings - but i wanted to like bsd, and dazai by extension, so i just kinda... got used to him, because you can't fully appreciate this series and not. (that and i'd just matured as a person since 2017 and could look at him with more nuance lol)

like, i get being upset this season didn't end the way you anticipated. i loved the meursault arc, and season 5 episode 10 was one of my favorite episodes of the entire series i was genuinely excited to see a follow-up on. but also, if you know bsd does deathfaking and stupid silly plot twists that weren't telegraphed in the least, and you're genuinely mad every time they're pulled, then... maybe you should just watch a different show, yknow?

i don't say this to excuse the shitty writing, but rather, it's not really new, and buckling in for the absurd ride is part of the bsd experience, that it goes from a genuinely thrilling and gritty episode 10 to a completely batshit episode 11 that has the main antagonist quote jesus christ before dying in a helicopter explosion, is, like, really fucking funny. i can't even be mad. that episode is some of the most entertained i've been by this show, not even in its contents but laughing as i try to explain it to people and scream incredulously with my friend - it's a series where the good is good and the bad is, if nothing else, never boring. it's the series with the giant moby dick whale mech. it's the series that now has vampires in it for some reason. i think if you're looking for top tier character development and stimulating mysteries and peak fiction... you're looking in the wrong place, imo.

[asher312]

POV: Just playing around with Ocs from an Orginal story.. yerp, cool><

His name is Ash!

Full name is Ash haven E. Austin!!

He's from a story i fixed up i wrote in the past!

His original story sounded really weird!—Like he's the child of this family(consists of a Widowed father, three older boys) but he was missing?? Or kidnapped? I dont know, as long as child me write that he was in a foster system for a long time and ranaway but then met his bio family!

My fixed up version is just a new life in a new city(as he's originated from a small town near there but takes hours to drive there to the exact city) and new school life!

Ash didnt want to leave his simple life in that small town, but his mother insisted as his father had recently got a job promotion there whcih is why they moved there! Then its just a few Family drama and school drama mixed in there along with sibling drama!

To take a closer peak into these mentioned drama, hehe. So family drama is kind of where the parents arent loyal to one another and broke into fights, rarely tho to keep a "perfect" family impression with the neighbors(tho they know)

School drama is just the popular kids taking adam in and just forcing him into the spotlight(he hates having all eyes on him..) And just forcing him out of his "dumb" look and make him more city boy presentable. Tho they immediately abandoned him when they realized how much of a music freak and softie he was when he joined the theater club, tho they try to get him to back out as he already has soccer practices tho ash doesnt back down and his Popular friends leave him. Then theres this live triangle thing with the "Bet" from the popular girls to get ash to fall inlove with one of them in exchange for the spotlight of their latest dance performance for that soccer championship, bestfriend telling ash that she wasnt worth it and they both get mixed feeling for one another(oh no), then a transferry decided to play along with the "Bet"(he didnt knew, she just wanted to tango with ash for some reason, Kidding. He hates ash's guts and wants to shove that petty face in the mud)—

And im already talking too much about this now... haha

Long story short for the sibling drama, Ash doesnt get along eith his little sister who's a prick to ash from the start. But actually ash was antagonizing his lil sis and felt bad, then their older cousin came along cause her mom passed(her dad was never found *shrug*) so she ended up in Ash's family dynamic that was already starting to get crushed. His lil sis ignores him and just hangs out with their "new" siblings(they used to be very close with their older cousin,given she was the one who babysat the two when they were younger) tho ash had a bad feeling about his cousin...

OHHH YES

The story used to be called "Home"

And now changed to "Self denial" which is self explanatory, given how much ash denies about everything going on leading to just getting slapped in the face with "Fuck you" everytime? Yay

For some reason, everytime i look at him, he reminds me of a FanOC Child of Dick Grayson... huh

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

How did you choose their name?

Were they created for the story, or was the story created for them?

Do they have a love interest, and was that their choice or yours?

Do they have a best friend? If so, how did they meet? If not, have they ever/why never?

Did they have a pet as a child?

@melodymunson Ily bestie 🥺❤️ thank you for sending me some asks.

1. How did you choose their name?

Funny story actually. The Alejandra part is based on this really sweet girl in my math class from Mexico who used to help me with my homework. The nickname “Allie” is from my tumblr poll. I think it’s really cute alliteration: Allie and Eddie, and I headcanon that Eddie calls her that because he wants to do cute couple shit and matchy matchy with her. He probably calls her Allie Banallie too.

On her jacket, she has an anglicized version of her name, which is “Alexandra”. For obvious reasons (aka period typical racism), Allie will often tell people the anglicized version of her name in Hawkins because it’s easier to pronounce and they won’t immediately give her shitty looks when they hear an “American” name. Some people call her Alex, Lexie (she hates this), Lex (also hates this), but the Hellfire Club boys are the only ones who actually call her Alejandra/Allie.

The surname Perea actually has a funny ass origin story. My dad was a troublemaker jock in high school, so of course he did sneaky shit like use fake IDs to buy liquor. His fake ID name was “Hector Perea”. I always loved that name (and I used to joke that Hector Perea was my real dad). So I used Hector Perea as her dad’s name, so Allie became a Perea because of my dad’s poor high school decision making. 🤣

2. Were they created for the story, or was the story created for them?

The story was created for Allie. Actually, Allie wasn’t at all a part of the Stranger things fandom. Back in 2017, a friend took me to a live showing of Welcome to Night Vale which is a cosmic horror podcast that takes place in a small desert community. I fell in love with Night Vale, and immediately set out to make a self insert character/OC because hey, that’s what the fuck I do.

It’s also common practice to dress up as OCs/self inserts at live shows, so I started making up my own costume design for my OC so I could dress up for the next show. It took me many years, and I had to find the correct pieces I wanted. So I started lurking Pinterest boards and style guides, saving up my money and buying pieces for the costume. I created a character who was obsessed with cryptids and who had some kind of supernatural encounter with aliens.

Allie’s design started off with a Carhartt Santa Fe style jacket, which is a discontinued design that Carhartt never should have gotten rid of. I loved how it looked on a Pinterest cryptid hunter lookbook and I immediately went to eBay to look for one. When I found one, my jacket was super cheap and fully intact compared to the other’s I’d found, but it obviously was a company issue jacket for a trucker because it has a Curtain Side Carriers, LLC. logo on the right breast. The person I bought it from also sent it as is, so there were little odds and ends in the pockets like a lighter, dried corn kernels for some fucking reason, etc.

I really loved the unspoken history behind the jacket. So, I made up a story that this jacket belonged to my “real dad” (Hector Perea) who went missing on the road and all they found of him was his Carhartt with all his valuables still in the pockets. I was also inspired by the character Jack Burton in my favorite movie “Big Trouble in Little China”, as well as “Alice Isn’t Dead” which is another great podcast from the creators of Night Vale. From that jacket, I just made this really elaborate fantasy that maybe the corn was from my real dad going missing in a midwestern crop circle. I really just went with this really elaborate idea at random, and because Stranger Things is in the same vein as Night Vale, I just reused Allie’s story and tweaked it up to match.

I then collected the little odds and ends patches, but stopped around 2020 when the pandemic hit. I didn’t touch my jacket after that and just kinda collected more things here and there, but this year I finally got time to put it together thanks to Stranger Things. I made sure to only add things that were ambiguously timeline themed and relevant to my OC (hence the name patch of her anglicized name), so any “modern” references were limited only to the 80’s time period. The one button on here that probably isn’t really 80’s compliant is the “Talk to me about true crime” button, but I kept it because a lot of famous true crime cold cases we see on television happened in the 80’s.

I would love to do a pin/patch tour sometime, if ever someone is interested.

3. Do they have a love interest, and was that their choice or yours?

Allie does indeed have a love interest: Eddie Munson. That really wasn’t up to her, lmao. I knew of Eddie before I joined the fandom, and I thought he looked pretty cool/hot. I didn’t watch Stranger Things so I didn’t really know who he was until recently.

Seeing Eddie in action was like being teleported to high school all over again. I have mentioned this before to friends, but Eddie is EXACTLY the kind of guy I would have dated in high school. I have always loved heavy metal/hard rock (my dad is a hardcore Ozzy/Alice Cooper fan and got me into them, and my sibling was a Nu Metalhead drummer who used to force me as a young child to learn lyrics from bands like Otep, Static X, and Kittie). And the majority of my boyfriends in high school were heavy metal musicians (I’ve dated two guitarists, and a drummer). So aesthetically and musically, he and I share similar interests.

However, I fell in love with Eddie when I heard the famous “you’re asking me to walk into Mordor”, because my IRL partner is obsessed with Tolkien. We spent an entire week watching the Peter Jackson trilogy/The Hobbit while I was sick, and I loved that time we spent together. Eddie’s nerdy side reminds me so much of my IRL partner, and they have similar goofy antics and have been both misunderstood by people. The more I learned about Eddie, the more I realized he is exactly like the man I’m dating now, and all the little things that made me fall in love with my boyfriend are things I fell in love with about Eddie.

So when it came to Eddie Munson, Allie did not have a goddamn choice.

4. Do they have a best friend? If so, how did they meet?

Obviously Allie will be any other OCs best friend bc I love my moots who have OCs ❤️🥺. But I guess in a “canonical” sense, her best friend would be Chrissy Cunningham. They met in the bathroom by the drama room and bonded over period products and deep talks on the toilet about trying to maintain a “perfect” image for their boyfriends. Their interaction was one of my most favorite moments to write about because it flowed so naturally, and it reminded me of the talks I have with my own girl friends in the bathroom.

5. Did they have a pet as a child?

Sure the shit she did/still does! Allie’s got two dogs and a cat that have been around since she was about twelve. Her parents are animal lovers (her dad especially), so they have a little menagerie going on. I found random little pictures on Google for the face claims of the animals.

The family’s first pet was a little mutt named Scruffy. Scruffy is now unofficially Eddie’s dog because he’s so chill and sweet. I pictured him being the same type of mutt that Benji was. Some kind of terrier mix that has really scruffy fur. Hence the name.

The second pet from around the same time as Scruffy is Allie’s orange tabby, Ripley, named for Ellen Ripley in Alien. I love orange tabbies, I have one currently. And I felt that Allie would have loved Eddie because of his orange cat energy. Ripley admittedly isn’t present much in the story, but I’m trying to incorporate her more.

The final pet was just a requirement at that point, because every Latino family needs a crusty white dog (it’s the goddamn law, even I had a crusty white dog as a kid). I chose a Shih Tzu because I’ve owned them before (my auntie currently has two) and Allie needed a Velcro dog that was just attached at the hip to her. Thus, I gave Allie her obligatory crusty white dog named Tiffany. Eddie doesn’t get along with this pet, and calls her “Rat Dog”.