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bajablastflavoredsaxreed · 6 months ago
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itsdefinitely · 10 months ago
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do you think boy jerry contemplates clawing his eyes out sometimes
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23z567 · 10 days ago
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gonna be remaking my pinned to include warnings for my mental illnesses as they can get extreme at times esp my bpd and abandonment issues when it comes to ls/uu
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jordiebun · 2 years ago
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I changed my theme finally!!
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to keep it because some of the post’s heights cut off a bit (idk how to fix it asdfk;jg) but I feel like I have to keep it now because I found out how to add BLINKIES !! 😳
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cornfieldsrambles · 1 year ago
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YOU HAVE PERMISSION TO INFODUMP PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT WIGGLY'S SIBLINGS???? THAT HE APPARENTLY HAS????
omg ok SO
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Meet the Lords in Black. Charming, aren't they?
Yes, Wiggly does indeed have four brothers who all do different things, so I'll cover them one by one, in order of introduction (since we've already met each of them in Nightmare Time at least once). BTW Nightmare Time has a fuckton of lore in it that I won't go into here, so even though I am about to spoil significant parts of it for you, I do recommend watching it, it's really good and if there's enough interest they might make a third one!
(Also you might notice they're all in doll form in this picture. This is how we knew them up until NPMD introduced us to what I call their Tumblr sexyman forms. Which are rad as hell by the way.)
So you already know Wiggly. That little green fucker, Wiggog Y'Wrath, the Capitalist Cthulu who does uwu-speak and starts a cult by invading people's minds. This will become a bit of a reoccurring theme with these guys. He's also the only one to successfully start an apocalypse, and the only one to have attempted to birth himself into our reality. (Or is he? We'll get to that...) He does seem to have some kind of dominion over the other LiB, as whenever all five of them show up there's always emphasis placed on him, like in NPMD where he does most of the talking while his siblings occasionally butt in.
Now for Bliklotep. Blinky seems to have slightly lower-scale ambitions than Wiggly, but don't let that fool you. Eyeball Boi is still incredibly dangerous. He runs an amusement park, WatcherWorld, deep within the Hatchetfield Witchwood. But it's not for the amusement of the patrons. Oh no. It's for Blinky's own amusement. Once you step inside, every insecurity, every shred of potential conflict will be ripped to the forefront, turning people against each other to the point of trying to kill each other until he's fully infected their minds. It's implied that, if not all, but a significant chunk of the workers at WatcherWorld were once patrons before having their minds taken over by Blinky. He's also implied to be the thing in Trail To Oregon that Jack Bauer sees during his venom-induced hallucination, as Blinky is referred to as "The Watcher With 1,000 Eyes", which is exactly what JB says he sees? Making Blinky the only LiB to induce a Starkid crossover. My headcanon is that the Dikrats founded Hatchetfield. But regardless.
Next up on the roster is Tinky. T'noy Karaxis, the Time Bastard. You may be wondering about that one line in NPMD where he recognised Pete as a Spankoffski, and said he "could have the whole set in his toybox". Has Tinky gone after Pete's relatives?
Well. Um. You know Ted, right? Yeah, his name is Spankoffski. He's Pete's big brother. We actually got the surname reveal before the brother reveal, lol. And that's not the only reveal we got about Ted. Our boy Teddy Bear has this whole entire tragic backstory and it turns out he gets fucked over in literally every timeline! Isn't that fun?
So, to summarise an entire episode: Tinky makes travel fuckery happen, Ted wants to go back in time to fix his life, accidentally goes back to before the time machine was created and gets stuck in the past, literally. Tinky is watching and laughing at the whole thing, then shows up to blow Ted's brain to smithereens with his weird little magic box, the Bastard's Box, where he stores all the people he toys with. Anyway Ted eventually catches up with the present by aging, except now no one knows who he is, he's... actually I won't spoil that. But once he dies he ends up eternally trapped and tortured in the Bastard's Box. Yaaay.
Fast forward to Nightmare Time 2 and we get introduced to Nibbly, in possibly the most unexpected way imaginable. He's revealed to have been behind a whole episode literally right at the end of said episode, and even though it was kind of foreshadowed, it hits you like a freight train in the best way. Remember when I said Wiggly was the only one who tried to birth himself into reality? That was kind of a lie. Nibblenephim can sort of do that anyway. Every year, he can possess a bunch of carcasses and create a living form to walk the earth for one night. He also has a cult of followers who provide him with the carcasses, as well as a sacrifice to feed on. There's a little more to it, specifically with how the sacrifice is chosen, but again, I'm trying to spoil as little as possible. Go watch Nightmare Time. Nibbly also seems to have a "pig" motif, and his theme song, The Nibbly Ditty, is a banger, easily my favourite of the three LiB theme songs we've heard so far.
And finally, we are introduced to Pokotho, in the very last episode of NMT2.
Except no. We were formally introduced to Pokey there, yes, but we've seen his apocalypse already. Long before NPMD, before Nightmare Time, even before Black Friday.
Yeah, remember me saying that Wiggly was the only one to successfully start an apocalypse? That was also a lie! Pokey already did that, and he did it without ever showing his masked face. Remember The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals? The blue spores that came down in a meteor and turned everyone into singing zombies? That was Pokey's doing! That's his blue spores! That's his apocalypse!
This also provides an explanation for why blowing up the meteor didn't work. Emma and Hidgens were right about the hivemind thing, but wrong about the location of the central brain. It wasn't the meteor - the meteor was just the vessel which carried the spores to Earth. The central brain was sitting safely up in the Black and White, laughing as Paul blew himself to smithereens. The central brain was Pokey, the Singular Voice, the most uncompromising of his brothers. The one who hates every voice that is not his own, hence the hivemind and making all of his zombies speak in HIS voice.
Anyway in NMT2 he's happily collecting musical zombies by taking on a human form and infiltrating a fighting ring of superpowered children until he has enough to kickstart another apocalypse. (Don't question it, we're almost done). He also calls himself Otho, not Pokey, making him the only LiB to have two different abbreviations of his name. Hannah is also there (remember her? Lex's little sister?) and she is like incredibly important to this whole thing, she has a super powerful mind, but that's a whole other thing.
But I did mention Hannah for a reason. Because you said "Wiggly's SIBLINGS". And while the Lords in Black are always referred to as brothers, they do have one more sibling. A sister. A Queen in White. And her name is Webby.
Yep, Hannah's imaginary friend isn't imaginary, who could have guessed? She's benevolent, always trying her best to combat her brothers' antics, but given that there's one of her and five of them, this is a bit of an uphill battle. Webby doesn't have a full name that we know of, nor does she have a doll. We don't know much about her. And she may not be all-powerful - but then again, neither are her brothers.
Infodump concluded. Hope this helps, it was very fun to write.
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ribbonprincess · 8 months ago
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🧸࿐ ࿔*:・゚
note: I'm back..with some dad!jj This is so rushed and messy:((
"hey...woah,no we don't eat that cupcake" JJ sighs for the hundredth time this morning,pulling one of John b discarded bandadas away from her mouth "you have a blinky, remember?" he holds the purple my little pony pacifier in front of her chubby face to prove his point.
An exact copy of his eyes stares back at him "you know what- don't stare at me like that little miss,you don't wanna fight me" he says,letting her suck at her pacifier before tickling her sides making her release loud giggles "that's what I thought- not so girl boss hm" "jayj,what are you doing?" You're standing at the doorway of his room at the chateau,your arms crossed over your chest as your face crunches up. "oh,hi mama...I was- you know, teaching her self dense you never know what could happen" "she's 8 months old" a sigh escapes your mouth before you can stop it "all she cares about is sleeping,eating and her toys"
Lilith squeals Happily when you come in her vision,clapping her chubby hands together "hi angel,dada is annoying you? yeah...I know a thing or two about that" "hey! I'm awesome" your boyfriend protests "and she loves me...right peanut?" he gather her in his arms,putting his baseball cap on her much tinier head "aww,look at you! Dada's twin" he smiles,kissing her cheeks as the hat slides down obscuring her vision causing a loud whine to escape her lips at the sudden disappearance of her dad.
"woah...'m right here- don't need to cry" he laughs,fixing the head so she can see him again "yeah,right here baby mama's here too" he says,tugging you into his side as Lilith smiles widely "it's unfair...I had to carry her for 9 months and have a painful birth and she comes out looking exactly like you" as to annoy even more the small girl giggles "it's not funny,miss" "I think it's hilarious,see she even has my humor!" JJ smiles putting his palm up "high five!" he shouts making the baby squeals before she hits his palm with her much more tiny hand "hell yeah!"
Your expression softens softly at the scene before shaking your head "what I got myself into.." the phrase comes out slightly breathy,not making itself hearable to either JJ or the baby. Yeah,you loved your little chaotic family.
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luxthestrange · 5 months ago
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OP Incorrect quotes#47 Nasty sack-
In the Cross Guild's Homebase...
EX-Secretary!Y/n*Gasps for air as sack overhead is taken off and adjusts to the new lighting as hands and legs are roped to the chair*
Crocodile: Mx L/n, we meet again
EX-Secretary!Y/n*Huffs seeing him and raises brow*How many times have I told you to take the kidnapping sacks to thefucking drycleaners- Would it kill you to wash the bag?
Crocodile:...
Buggy: You can scream all you wish, Baby I’m afraid no one can hear you!
You just look at him coldly
Buggy: Why…uh, why aren't they screaming?
Alvida*Besides you*Mx L/n, if you don’t mind?~
EX-Secretary!Y/n*Looks at her with a slight smile*You know I kinda miss your freckles they were ...your best feature before you joined this loser boy-boy band
Alvida*Blinks and covers her cheeks*O-Oh my...
Crocodile*Eye twitches seeing you made...a possible new rival for him*...
Buggy: Like this…aaahhhh!
Buggy*Didnt notice he accidentally stepped on Richie's tail*But that’s…that’s a poor lady scream-
Richie suddenly bites his hand and he screams in pain
EX-Secretary!Y/n*sarcastically rolls as buggy cries in pain* That’s a little better~
EX-Secretary!Y/n*Looks around at the base and raises brow* -Is there some kind of nerdy supervillain website where you get Second hand used clown stuff and blinky dials?
Galdino: Actually, most of it comes from an auction for old carnivals in-
Buggy: Don’t answer that.
Galdino*Whispers* Dressrosa
Buggy: Don’t! Stop! They're using their nosy secretary skills on your weak-willed mind to find out all our secrets-
Crew*gasps in shock seeing you*
Mihawk: Such tricks… won’t work on me…
EX-Secretary!Y/n*Raises brow at him and with a sultry mocking whisper*  Please talk slower~
Mihawk*Leans to pear into you eyes with the same sultry whisper* …Charmer
Crocodile:...
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gingerhastoomanyobsessions · 11 months ago
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the lords in black are so interesting to me because. they’re so us. we’re watching the citizens of hatchetfield suffer for our own entertainment just as much as they are. we’re their accomplices in all of it
pokotho made hatchetfield into a musical because musicals are entertaining. and we ate that shit up! it’s soooo fun watching a little man scramble as the world around him bursts into song. the musical genre is satirized because pokey knows how the genre conventions work just as well as we do. we like watching musicals so much that black friday and npmd are musicals, too, even though they don’t revolve around pokotho’s plans as much as tgwdlm. we want them to sing. pokotho does too.
bliklotep is the audience and the audience is bliklotep. trail to oregon calls the audience “the watcher with one thousand eyes” and that’s not all, in watcher world blinky seems to be able to see through the eyes of anyone and everyone who loves spectacle. he wants to see the characters go through angst because WE love angst. it’s fun to watch alice and bill express their buried frustrations. blinky wants it to end in bloodshed because he loves tragedy, and let’s face it, so do we. it’s like that one post about how hamlet is aware of the audience and is angry that we don’t do anything to intervene because we want to see how it plays out. personally, I think blinky could have stopped the woodwards if he really wanted (he’s an elder god, after all) but alice shooting him shifted the narrative so that the emotional payoff would be more fulfilling if they escaped. and blinky loves a good story.
t’noy karaxis has blorbos. we joke about it, but that’s really what it is, isn’t it? he’s the fan who watches the movie again and again and again and again to see his favorite character’s dramatic death scene. he’s the guy who writes and reads angst fics by the hundreds because he likes to see his faves cry. he’s the hatchetfield enjoyer who’s on the edge of their seat waiting to see how ted kicks the bucket this time. the bastard’s box is pretty much just an ao3 account filled with whump and hurt no comfort. he’s sadistic AND he genuinely adores ted, because we fans are often cruelest to the characters we love the most. he puts ted through character growth— the realization that his life went the way it did because of his own mistakes, his inability to be vulnerable with jenny before it was too late— and he does that by writing a 56-chapter angst fic that’s still updating to this day
nibblenephim is the fan who voraciously devours every scrap of content that a creator produces and demands more, more, more. let’s face it, the fandom will never let starkid rest until we see this story through to its end. and then someone will demand a sequel series. nibbly is hungry because we will never stop yearning for more stories. he’s simple because that desire itself is simple— as humans, we need creativity like we need air to breathe. nibbly wants more because we want more. and we will never be satiated.
wiggog y’rath is the ruler and the king because he’s the self-inserting writer. I think jon matteson plays paul *and* wiggly for a reason— wiggly is the only lord in black to be played by the same actor in every single show, and that actor also plays the protagonist of tgwdlm. wiggly wants to be the protagonist. he tries to force himself into the human world of hatchetfield because he wants to participate, dammit! he wants to be the bestest ruler that the earth has ever seen! everyone has to love him because he’s going to be their bestest fwiend! when he appears in human form he’s gonna be the prom king! he’s the ebony dark’ness dementia raven way of the hatchetfield multiverse. he wants every human character to bend to his whims and to love him and to put him at the tippy-top of planet earth because he’s the writer and the writer’s main character, you fuckheads, and he can make whatever story he wants, whether the other characters like it or not! if you’ve ever written a self-insert story? congratulations! you’ve been wiggog y’rath.
and the funny thing? I don’t think the lords know that they, too, are as fictional as anyone else in hatchetfield. maybe blinky knows— he sees through the audience’s eyes, after all— but I don’t think the others do. if they did, maybe they’d be a little less tyrannical. a little bit nicer.
but then the starkid writers wouldn’t have much of a story to tell, would they?
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lavendergalactic · 1 month ago
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☆  lavender's 5,000 event!
i've just hit 5,000 followers! WHAAT that's crazy! so i'm going to celebrate with an event with fun postitive prompts (cause we all need some postivity rn)
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☆  rules / info !
this event will last from the 14TH NOVEMBER - 22ND NOVEMBER there are only 4 days of prompts but it'll last more than 4 days just incase anyone needs extra time, you can join late too! i don't mind
please @ me & also tag #lavender5k so i can see your submissions!! and also do not be shy to @ me again if you think i didn't see it, i might accidently miss it!
all types of edits will be accepted! graphics, layouts, moodboards / stimboards, psds, buttons, blinkies, stamps, icons, etc as long as you're creative! go wild
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☆  prompts !
just like our previous events, you'll have two options per day! (you can do both if it fits, or if you just want to)
day 1﹕make a gift for your friend OR ﹕ remake one of your old edits and look at your improvement
day 2﹕make a gift for your younger self (could be your child self or you two years ago, etc it doesnt matter!) OR ﹕experiment with a form of editing you're not used to
day 3﹕make a gift for your sibling / sibling figure (biological or non-biological) OR ﹕ edit a character that makes you insanely happy
day 4﹕make a gift for someone who inspires you lots OR ﹕ edit your favourite character with your friend's favourite character
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☆  prizes !
if you complete all days you will be entered into a raffle! when the event ends we will pull randomly for 3 winners
it's just me doing these prizes so it will be less than me and locket's previous event :P
☆  FIRST PLACE:
2 graphic sets, 1 layout, IMVU badges / shiny buttons (up to 5)
☆  SECOND PLACE:
1 graphic set, icon set, IMVU badges / shiny buttons (up to 3)
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1 graphic set, IMVU badges / shiny buttons (up to 2)
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starlost-starkid · 10 months ago
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How I imagine the Lords in Black
This is at times really abstract, sorry about that
Pokey: Although he often carries his cracked stone mask, it is not a part of him: It’s no more than a mask. Pokotho is the blue goo from TGWDLM, but he makes up his own form: He can be as big or small that he wants to be. I mostly associate him with bacteria or virus. He is an amalgamation of small parts, like a Portuguese man o’ war. He is microscopic blue mushroom spores that destroy your lungs once inhaled. He’s also utter alien. I envision minerals, rocks, strange fungi. But most of all: Pure emptiness. 
Blinky: Bliklotep is the least physical LiB to me. I see him as everything and nothing, just constantly observing. Every time you see eye-shaped holes or protrusions in a tree, the eye-like mimicry on butterfly wings, keyholes, or looking down a long spiral-staircase: that’s Blinky watching. 
Tinky: This case feels opposite to Blinky: T’noy Karaxis is inherently physical to me. His head is almost always a half-decayed skull of a goat, with its lower jaw missing. His goats horns are long, seeming to twist an impossible amount of times. A ticking sound seems to always emit from his head. His body however is relatively humanoid, but always wrong. The proportions are twisted and uncanny. The length of the torso and legs seem to shift, with fingers and goat-hooves twisting together. However he may appear he is always filthy, often bent over his toy box.
Nibbly: Apart from his once-a-year awakening on our physical plane, I find Nibblenephim difficult to place. Maybe because I find him sad. He is pure energy, a force of constant hunger and craving. He has no eyes or any discernible facial features apart from his mouth, which consists of rows upon rows of teeth. 
Wiggly: Wiggog Y’wrath is incomprehensibly large. If you were to look upon him, he would only seem to reach higher and higher- until you can’t see further. His tentacles reach from his face all the way to the ground. When not under water, moisture and humidity follow him, often with the occasional floating bubble (silly). 
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sonicranger1 · 2 months ago
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I'm still pissed at ROTT so since I'm not a YouTube reviewer you get this text wall of me explaining why while the ending of the movie does indeed suck it isn't just the ending that sucks
Why didn't Jim put on any armor till the very end? you pretentious child why should I care if you got injured when you're running around armorless just because you can't have your magical amulet armor anymore
Why was Jim questioning if he was still the Trollhunter when all the way back in S2 E11 'Unbecoming' of Trollhunters he himself said "I know I'm the Trollhunter. I'm the Trollhunter, Amulet or not"
Why did Jim suddenly start caring about his father in the movie? Aside from the fact the conversation leads to nothing and you could've easily cut it out and it wouldn't have changed anything it was established all the way back in S1 that Jim never cared about his father so why retcon that?
They shouldn't have killed Nomura off so early when we've barely been able to see her dynamic with the Trollhunter cast outside of being an antagonist and let alone see her dynamic with the cast of 3below and Wizards
Following up on the last one why did you send Trolls to the only Titen in broad daylight, you can't tell me there weren't better picks then Nomura and Arrrgh
And on that point, here's my little fan reassignment of the teams
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(I put way to much effort in this literally sobbing, pls click 4 better quality :'()
Anyways time to explain my reasonings
Team Sword: the OG was fine I have almost no problems with this one but Krel could've been utilized way better imo, also Arrrgh is perfect for lifting up a giant rock with a sword embedded in it, he's literally always described as a hulking brute by other characters so ??
Team Orb: same thing with Team Sword I have nothing against it and it's probably the best one out of all of the originals but man Nomura interacting with Blinky is just... such an amusing thought to me, it is partly fueled by the short kinda interaction they had when Krel was playing music earlier in the movie but anyways more serious reasoning is I think she's the best alternative to Claire since it's not like her shadow magic was- or could've been used at any point during the mission乁(ツ)∫
Team Sunshine: once again what the hell was Jim thinking with this one? The only one that made sense to be there was Douxie, anyways reasonings with this one is that 1. Toby would actually be utilized lmao 2. Toby and Krel interactions fuel my soul 3. With Toby's hammer and Krels tech they'd probably have a way easier time getting up the Earth Titen
Team Icy: Claire Shadow magic = no rope snapping and lesser chance of Strickler dying aka less unnecessary deaths yay :DDDD
The mission assigning was such a good opportunity to have characters interact who haven't interacted prior/flesh out previously established relationships that didn't get alot of screentime and ROTT blew it, truly so much missed potential but I suppose you can say that for the entire movie
Why did they just casually mention there was a heartstone on Akiridion-5 like we knew that information prior to the movie? no one commented on it and it made me feel insane while watching
GET. RID. OF THE. MPREG. SIDE PLOT‼️‼️‼️ you're not Fairly OddParents it doesn't work and doesn't make sense, Aja and Steve have entirely different biology
(These next ones are more personal/general nitpicks but whatever)
Call me a hater but the whole "Arcadia is the center of the universe" is so dumb, I remember first hearing that little bit of info from a fancomic and i thought it was just having Blinky be egotistical but no, apparently that's a fact of life now
Idk I think it's cooler and funnier if all these guys came to Arcadia out of pure coincidence yknow?
what/where was Dictatious, Chompsky, Nancy/Nana and anyone else I'm forgetting doing during all this especially when Arcadia was being destroyed at the end, just feel like they should've atleast done a quick cut away shot to what they were doing during all this chaos (translation: I miss Dictatious)
Why doesn't Blinky use Dwärkstones anymore, I thought that was gonna be his signature weapon after The Eternal Knight but apparently not I guess, seeing him chuck explosives at Gods definitely wouldn't have been cool anyways...
Blinky sure has alot of time on his hands for being the supposed Head of New Jersey Trollmarket
Btw does that place even exist cuz for all intents and purposes it doesn't, so serious why didn't we ever get to see it dude 😭
Before I get to pointing out the obvious with the ending I'd like to highlight scenes that I actually liked and were actually good!
I liked the scene in the somewhat beginning with Blinky and Arrrgh talking about if the other dies they were glad they got to know the other that was sweet, loved it, 10/10
Like I mentioned earlier the brief scene with Krel playing music and Blinky and Nomura being annoyed by it was great, got a chuckle out of me and I wish we got to see more of that
Blinky being electrocuted was pretty good 👍 the pilot unnecessarily pointing out his multiple eyes and arms was funny to me
near the end where Blinky went to comfort arrrgh when Toby died was another 10/10 I love them ur honor
Okay being nice over, time to dig into this movie again
Toby being the Trollhunter is such a terrible idea for multiple reasons
For 1. It just makes Jim's job harder now cuz changing something as fundamental as who's the Trollhunter is gonna drastically change so many things which inturn makes things far less predictable and unless Jim has the new amulet still (which is unlikely since he's never shown with it after going back) he can't just Undertale-style reset if something goes wrong
2. Toby has never shown interest in being in any leader-type role (unless you count him directing his short film in 3below) and considering part of being the Trollhunter is basically leading an entire race...
3. Sorta following up on point 2 The role of being Trollhunter holds so much responsibility and burden and it just... dare I say, doesn't make sense for Jim as a character to put that burden onto Toby, his best friend
Guys this is the same kid who went into the darklands alone to take on Gunmar because he didn't want to see anymore of his friends/family getting hurt and you expect me to believe he'd then put that all onto Toby?
4. Toby even getting the amulet doesn't make sense considering in 'Unbecoming' the amulet was already taken by Draal by the time school ended
5. Speaking of 'Unbecoming' that episode also established that if anyone but Jim got the amulet Arcadia- and in extension the world- would be doomed and the eternal knight would happen so I guess he wants everyone to die ! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Anyways I'm done (hopefully) TLDR: the movies awful, makes dumb decisions, completely ignores or retcons things established earlier in the franchise and didn't utilize it's extensive cast at all
And if you've read this far, thank you I appreciate it and I'll use this time to recommend the original Trollhunters book, it's awesome and has an ending 10x better then this slop please go read it (IHaveATotallyLegalWayForYouToReadItEasily)
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theslayerbrother · 3 days ago
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8 years of trollhunters and 4 years Since i Starting watching the Series it was blast. Despite the Movie that shell not speaking off tainted the the Series name but i was glad to meet a lot of you.
so Blu if you See this i hope you're doing good and thanks you for Supporting Jimtober This Year you truly gave hope to the people of the fandom Despite your troubled life
@gh99st thanks for being good friend and Supporting me when i needed it especially in hard times.
@albentelisa- i miss you i hope you Showed up i always Love your headcanons about Jim and Clairebear as well as toby and the Palchuk
@averagechickenenjoyer - palchuk is the best he is already perfect so he can kick Merlin ass and he gonna take care of Bassey
But in all seriousness you're of the people I respected the most in reddit so I glad to have you also in Tumblir
@lemon-drop8 i know you're not active as you used to be your art is always Amazing and you're fun to talk to
@tr3xinfinite it's good to make for you that Jim video Your art style is one of the best i've Seen and you truly give it your all
@pinkytoothlesso11 your Passion for Characters even those who aren't Strickler Jim and Blinky are impressive i wonder about that Claire Changeling fic tho. and Also the fact that movie never Killed you
@lloyd283 it's good to have Someone who have a good heart and big dream in the fandom
@seekerofblades @yanana i hope that Strickler and Barbara
@aevykcreates i Love your art about Jim Claire and a bit of 3below
@iseeyouopel thanks for the Amazing Claire fan art She Lovely a colorful girl but Also a bit of a weirdo and you making her even more cuter and beautiful
@sweet-void-princess - you've Questionable Taste in Merlin Jk i know i am not active that much in your Server but i always happy to See your art and
@rise-of-arcadia it always good to tag you with your girl Zoe. i hope she would have more Screentime so then he got Zouxie and maybe She Claire and Aja could be girlfriends
@daydream358 @girlgomitroll it's Always Nice to have you here in the fandom
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formosusiniquis · 9 days ago
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a smile for the in-laws at the holidays
written for @thefreakandthehair's spicy six-ber challenge - It’s just dinner. It can’t be that bad
WC: 5414 | T | No Archive Warnings Apply | platonic Stobin & pre-steddie | AO3
It starts with the red light on the Harrington answering machine. Blinky and out of place, he's shouting, “Who would leave you a message?” Before he even stops to wonder if anyone can hear him. Steve had followed Robin straight to the bathroom when they'd gotten back to his place, he's given up on trying to figure out just what had them joined at the brain, hip, and bladder preferring instead to just wait and see which of the hundred and fifty bathrooms in the McMansion they would re-emerge from.
“I talk to more than just you.” Steve’s voice echoes off the walls of the hall bathroom barely audible over the sound of running water and Robin’s half of the conversation the two of them were still actively having. 
Echolocated, he moves to the door they're hidden behind to continue to conversation at a volume that hurts his fucked up throat less.
“Jury's still out on that. But it's not like Wheeler is gonna leave a message.”
He can feel Robin’s spiritual hum of agreement, his conversation with Steve now interesting enough that she's paused hers.
“I keep telling you that Nancy and me are friends.”
His personal jury is playing a game of 12 Angry Men on that subject. Seven months post apocalypse and what started as one especially delusional voice insisting that there was “lip looking” and “chemistry between himself and the prettiest boy Hawkins has ever seen” has now become a beautifully hung 6 versus 6; with the part of him that was hoping he would get to learn if Steve Harrington was as beautifully hung as the rumors said gaining traction.
“If Nancy Wheeler needed you, she isn't leaving a message,” Robin picks up the track Eddie's wishful thinking abandoned, “she’s going to get your machine, hang up, and call me and then Eddie and then the Hendersons and then Family Video, the arcade, the-”
“Assuming it's life or death.”
“It's always life or death.”
Through the bathroom door, Steve's eyeroll is practically audible. “It is not.”
“I don't think Nancy Wheeler has ever once shot the shit, the breeze, or anything that wasn't an active threat on her life, so again not leaving a message.” Eddie calls out.
He's rewarded for his status as shit-head as the door swings open and he gets to see Steve's fondly annoyed face. Bitchy eyebrows raised and lip curled into something pretending it isn't a smile. He wipes his hands down Eddie's shirt in a failed attempt at returning the annoyance. First the backs then the front running down his chest from collarbone to chest.
Maybe it's his imagination but he could swear it lingers. The tips of his fingers taking their time on their pass down his chest to his sides. The jury will be accepting it as evidence.
“Dustin then,” Steve says.
“This is the Professor to the Hair, come in Hair.” Robin comes out of the bathroom mimicking the familiar sound of the walkie.
“Claudia then.”
“If it's Claudia, that means dinner.”
And that's the best thing about Robin, he thinks, her attention to the important details. Then there's her follow through, as she leads the charge back to the end table where the answering machine sits, all before Steve's hands have fully left his sides.
Her rewinding is unmatched, she takes the tape back to the final seconds of the outgoing message.
When it plays his first thought is honestly that Steve should probably replace the tape soon. The “Sorry I missed you,” has the warped and wobbling sound of an overplayed ribbon. But the woman speaking is not any more familiar as the tape levels out. “The lawyer recommended some time separated, I would have preferred actual separation. What's the point of this no-fault thing after all, but I suppose threatening to castrate a man at a public dinner doesn't make for a very good case for favorable asset division.
“Listen to me blabber on. I've got some things to see to here, but then I'll be on the first thing that gets me home. I’ll see you for Thanksgiving! I love you, Shadow, see you soon.”
There's enough detail there to pick out the obvious: he's now heard what Steve's mom sounds like. Which rattles his world the same kind of way learning that Freak lived with his grandma and her ‘best friend’ did.
And well maybe he has spent the last seven months, and a good five years before that, convinced that Steve doesn’t actually have parents. That he sprung into a fully formed, perfectly manicured existence like the Athena of Midwestern gay bait. Which is to say he’s too busy realigning his entire world view to notice how Steve is reacting to the sudden introduction of his mother until the door is already slamming shut behind him.
“Shit.”
The first time he sees Steve after that he’s alone.
It’s unnerving enough that he touches his back pocket to make sure his walkman is there. Steve might be smiling but it doesn’t meet his eyes, his hair flops at the awkward angle it does when he’s been tugging at it. It’s the Right Side Up Family Video, so he tries his best to approach the object of his possibly reciprocated affections like he’s a normal person and not like he's afraid that a secret pod person is behind the desk.
“Stevie, hey,” the probably Pod-Steve finches at the practically inside voice level way that Eddie has greeted him. He assumes that all further communication should be done in the same style he uses to talk to Tom Bombadil, the tray tabby he is going to coax into the trailer.
With both hands raised in a subtle non-threatening gesture, he tries for levity when he says “ I know it's Thanksgiving, but it’s just dinner. It can’t be that bad.”
“This is the first time she'll meet Robin.”
He says it in the easy way Eddie has learned is habitual for Steve. He tosses out facts like putting them out in the world like they aren’t a big deal will make it so. But unlike admitting he knows a teenager with psychic powers or that he helps reset Hawkins expiration date on a yearly basis, this time he can’t hide the quiet desperation in his eyes.
“Oh.” His rings tap on the clamshell box in his hands, the dull sounds of each contact annoying even him. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. It’s Robin.”
Normally he likes when Steve’s eyes linger on him. It makes his stomach flutter and his heart race, and it's the closest thing anyone will let him get to high now that he's technically died, twice. The vacant way Steve's eyes hold on his doesn't feel like that.
The thing is Eddie isn't sure if the jokes Dustin keeps making about Steve and Robin having their own little hive mind are actually jokes. It's sort of a reverse Clark Kent situation, he's never not seen the two of them in the same place at the same time, and now that he has Superman is looking pretty vincible.
“Exactly,” Steve says, after pausing for too long. “It's Robin.”
His improvisation fails him. It feels like his brain is moving a thousand miles an hour and not coming up with anything. His foot is on the gas but the road is wet, and his tires are spinning without catching on anything. He thinks maybe, maybe, he could bullshit something about good parents and families you make being just as important as the blood ones. When the bell above the door chimes saving him from fucking it up.
Steve straightens up like someone in the sky just yanked on his strings, smiling like he doesn't have a care in the world; and like Mrs. Johnson isn't glaring at Eddie like she has the Ronald Reagan given power to kill him with her eyes.
Eddie escapes before she can move to trying to bludgeon him with a copy of The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly that she's returning.
He's safely in the van.When he realizes he's still holding the movie Wayne asked him to return.
He'll try again later.
Robin is behind the counter when he comes back. Alone. She looks adrift. Staring out over the counter at the wide expanse of shelves and tapes, she doesn't seem to be taking any of them in. Just staring, empty.
There's a movie playing, Back to the Future, but it's noise. Just noise. Because Robin is in Family Video right now the same way that Steve is.
Video in hand once again, Eddie approaches the wide-eyed thing at the counter cautiously. Robin's shirt collar is popped on one side and he doesn't think it's a fashion choice. Her face is bare and it doesn't move when he reaches the counter. Not when he sets the tape down. Not even when he says, hey.
“Did you rewind that?” She asks. Her eyebrows don't furrow, her mouth only moves enough to get the words out.
“It's Wayne's.”
Robin grabs it from the counter, scans it, and adds it to a stack that only looks taller than it did this afternoon.
“Look, Robin,” he tries more gently than he spoke to Steve this morning, still smarting from the way he had responded. “It's just dinner. It can't be that bad.”
She blinks once. Twice. Three, four quick times before she finally seems to be looking at him. A lemon pucker frown twisted across her face. 
“She knows we're married.”
Robin turned 18 three days after the end of the world didn't happen. She spent the day in the hospital, in a chair that sat in the space between his bed and the bed they ended up putting Steve in. He hears one doctor call it, “Miraculous, really,” that he had been standing at all this long after his injuries and with the infection that had set in.
He collapsed in the middle of the Hawkins High gym with someone's donated sweater tossed over his shoulder.
And they won't let Robin in the ambulance. Tears streaking down her face, voice hoarse, and the EMT who survived doing his job in a place like Hawkins has the balls of steel to look her in her red faced, dripping nose glory, and tell her only family can travel in the back of the bus.
Wayne Munson, who was only in the gym to put up more posters of Eddie when he was caught by a limping Dustin Henderson, is the softest touch on this side of the Ohio River. Wayne Munson found himself playing taxi, making a quick stop at the Buckley house before taking all of the loved ones that the ambulance left behind to Hawkins General.
Inside the backpack she forced Wayne to let her grab, is a change of clothes for both of them. A strange amalgamation of pieces from both of their closets and, more importantly, a blank marriage certificate waiting to be signed.
You can, it turns out, get just about anything with the right forms mimeographed from the library or a bright enough smile when you ask for them.
And what Robin got with the correct forms was getting to request a marriage license without anyone at the county clerk's office looking at her twice. And with the smile she gets the hospital notary ready to officiate their marriage once Wayne and a sour faced nurse agreed to be witnesses. Eddie only gets to watch, too shaky still to sign his name on the license, he chose privately to think of himself as the flower girl with some extra special buds he could give the happy couple once he could get out of here.
It wasn’t storybook, but Robin and Steve were smiling so wide that it made the stitches on the side of his own face hurt. He could tell from the set of Wayne’s shoulders that he was trying not to cry and if they had him on a little less morphine he might be on the same boat. He called for the first cheers to the happy couple and it didn’t feel weird at all that neither the Harringtons nor Buckleys were there to watch their two children get hitched.
Eddie is the only witness left when later that night the cot comes out and Robin and Steve Harrington-Buckley bed down separately for their hospital honeymoon. It's not like he wants to overhear their marital pillowtalk, but even though he knows he's supposed to be asleep it won't come.
It’s Robin’s voice he notices first, a rough whisper that soothes something in him. The words wash over him for a second before his brain catches up. “In two years,” she pauses, but even Eddie who barely knows them can tell that Steve is and always is riveted to whatever she is saying. “When we get out of this shithole, I'm gonna have an affair with the most beautiful woman you've ever seen.”
"Is that the feminism Glory Steinway is teaching people, women doing men's jobs?” Steve’s little giggle makes his heart monitor jump, Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and hopes they think he’s just dreaming. “That would explain why my dad doesn't like her.”
“A Steinway is a piano. It's Gloria Steinem.”
“And you can try, but I've seen your taste,” Steve continues his part of the conversation like she hasn’t even spoken.
But Robin continues hers too. “And anyway, I don't know if that second part even applies anymore anyway, asshole. Not after that stuff we've been talking about.”
He’s not a good person, he knows that, that’s the only explanation for the way he was straining to hear like he could make his ear stretch across the floor toward them to hear better.
Steve blows a raspberry, surprising enough that Eddie flinches back in his bed. “I can't think about that if I can't sleep on my back.”
“That's not how it works,” Robin says with the confidence of someone who isn’t sure what she’s saying and lets Eddie be sure that he’s not going to learn anything else about whatever stuff they had been talking about.
“It is how it works. I've got to have my arm all funny to get comfortable enough to sleep.”
“Make sure I'm in here when Nurse Ratched comes to check on you and learns you dislocate your shoulder to sleep on your side.”
“I don't think that's Becky's last name, I think it's Collins.”
“Who cares. Now scoot over, one of us should get some sleep tonight and this cot is worse than Eddie's floor.”
He understood the bone deep instinct for protection Steve had now. The same drive that had Steve, still high on painkillers and a lack of sleep, stumbling out of the bed beside Eddie’s in the hospital. “They always say it’s gone, and then it comes back,” he’d whispered while clutching Eddie’s hand tight. 
Underneath the warning, he’d heard the want. The desire to take Robin and Eddie and the kids and everyone he cared about, to shove them all in the back of a car and drive as far away from Hawkins as he could. To stop them all from doing something stupid that shouldn’t be their responsibility anyway, to drive until Hawkins was a stain on a map that couldn’t be seen in the rearview mirror.
That’s how he feels right now.
It’s been three days and he hasn’t seen Steve and Robin in the same place at the same time. It feels like a sign he should have been looking for that this thing is coming back.
So he tries to think of his next steps as self-preservation. He has a certain reputation to uphold and going to the mall isn’t very counterculture. But Sam Goody is Sam Goody and getting his nearest and dearest their favorite tracks on cassette feels like the same kind of practical as the thick wool socks Wayne gave him last year. If he brought Steve and Robin then their presents wouldn’t be a surprise, is his reasoning And maybe that’s self-preservation too, it’s a long drive to Bloomington and it’s hard to imagine mirror-Steve and Robin being very fun to road trip with.
He’s talked himself around on it by the time he’s window shopping the Gap. Nancy is trying to organize a Christmas party from Boston with the single minded determination he would expect of a general arranging a siege. She had them pick names for Secret Santa while she was home for fall break and he’d drawn the short straw and ended up with the general herself. Which puts him outside The Gap, all he really knows about Nancy is her penchant for guns and a good sweater and he’d hate to get her a 9mm she’s already got.
The pastel colors are probably some kind of danger signal, but he’s already stepped inside and has his hands on a sweater he hopes says ‘I’m a badass and there’s a gun in my handbag don’t fuck with me’ in prep when he spots the danger.
The danger being Steve, alone still, with a dark plaid skirt pinched between his fingers.
He drops the sweater and slips back out the store, hoping he hasn’t been caught. He’ll find Wheeler a fancy pen or a nice notebook somewhere in Indy.
It's two days before Thanksgiving and when Eddie walks into Steve's place the first thing he hears is shouting.
Hand on the door knob, he pauses, listening as Robin's voice carries throughout the house. “I'm not wearing it.”
“Robin-”
“No, listen to me! I am not wearing that. I’m not gonna meet your mom looking like some, some-”
“Nancy.”
“You said that, not me.”
“Robin. Robin!” Footsteps, Eddie hears footsteps. Robin’s angry heels slamming down hard on the floors beneath her enough that he can track her movement through Steve’s house even though she’s only wearing her socks. He takes a step back toward the door. Puts his hand back on the door handle, ready to pretend that he had just walked in. Ready to pretend that he hadn’t heard the two most in-sync people in his life arguing like the Wheelers.
“Let me storm out! Let me leave. I can’t just stay here and argue with you until we both say something-” The knob twists in his hand to the sound of the desperation in Robin’s voice. Eddie’s feet don’t move, frozen in place by courage or cowardice or the seven years of high school engrained need to hear every last bit of gossip possible.
Steve has always been good at making good gossip. “Robin!”
“I’m not wearing that fucking thing just because you want to and can’t!”
He knows the sound of an argument ending when he hears it. The holidays always leave him a little more tuned in for the sounds of smashing glasses and raised voices.
The silence that comes after a landing hit. 
The door knob gives in his hand, pulling it just wide enough that he can feel the chill of the late November air, Eddie is a little surprised at what side of the door he finds himself on when he slams it shut again.
Footsteps moving faster toward him, heavy heel first steps. He starts putting on the production of arriving: shaking his shoulders like he’s shaking off the frosty chill of the early winter hitting Hawkins like the latest plague. He’s got a toe at the heel of one boot, ready to kick it off when Robin comes barreling toward him. Barrelling into him, he stumbles over his tangled up feet to keep them both from falling to the floor.
She’s got a hand pressed into his chest, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt, using it to drag him impossibly closer. He can smell the coffee on her breath when she hisses, “As one of the people responsible for saving your life, I need you to put me in that death trap you call a van and repay your debt.”
“I-?” Closer than he thinks he’s ever been to Robin, the fight he just overheard playing through his head once again, he tries to parse through the pissed off urgency in her voice that’s now being directed at him.
Her eyes are wild and she only looks more insistent as Steve’s voice carries from the kitchen. “Is that Eddie? Eddie, come in here and taste this.”
“If you have never trusted me before, trust me now, if you value your life you'll leave.”
There’s a part of his brain that believes her. There really is.
But then Steve whines, “Seriously, Eddie, I need you.” It’s a tone of voice Eddie has only heard in his wildest fantasies, and sometimes not even then.
“Oh that's a cheap trick,” Robin snaps.
“Please?” He drags the word out into a moan. Something sultry that Eddie wouldn’t dare dream of, so it has to be real.
“Cheap trick,” he pats Robin on the shoulder as he walks toward the vision he can only just begin to imagine in the kitchen. “Yeah sure, put them on.”
“This is for your own good.” For a band geek, she’s strong. Maybe it’s the world saving. 
Eddie has only managed a step toward what has to be everything he’s ever dreamed of when her hand closes tight around his arm and pulls him back toward the door. The jury in his head has just reached the unanimous decision that he does actually have a shot with Steve Harrington as he’s being lifted kicking, but not yet screaming, by a scrawny band nerd and now they’re calling for her head.
“Eddie?”
“I’m taking him with me. Maybe between the two of us we can get the right onions.”
“Who would use a sweet onion for a green bean casserole?”
He’s stunned, still enough that Robin can finish pushing him back out the door he just walked through. Not because Steve was being a bitch, Steve’s always kind of an ass, but that Robin wouldn’t respond. The ‘god you never listen to me and I’m actually mad about something else but this is the thing that’s broken me’ tone is one he associates with the bitterly married Mr. and Mrs. O’Leary from the trailer two down, the frowning couples in the grocery, not Steve and Robin.
Steve and Robin had full conversations in their brains with nothing but facial expressions and laughter, they didn’t storm out of the house angry and resentful. 
It feels like something is broken, waiting to be fixed. Broken things have always preoccupied him, and they’re halfway down the road before he realizes they aren’t headed toward town.
And that he isn’t the one driving.
“Um, Buckley? Did you get your license when I wasn’t looking?”
“I have my permit. We have the beamer, it's not like we’re going that far.” He grabs the oh shit bar as she rounds a corner without breaking.
“All due respect to the royal carriage- Shit, brake. Brake! Arwen doesn’t exactly handle the same.” He recognizes where they’re headed now, if only because the edge of the quarry is quickly approaching. Maybe he hasn't given enough weight to the amount of stress she’s under.
“It’s ridiculous. The whole thing is ridiculous.”The edge of the quarry is looming and her foot is too light on the brake. Even as the dust flies out behind the van, he’s torn between listening to her and watching the windshield. The brakes squeal as her foot finally presses down hard enough to actually stop the van all the while chanting. “It’s a dinner. A dinner. All this for a dinner.”
They stop. The car rocks back, Eddie lunges for the column to make sure it’s in park while Robin launches herself out of the cab.
He can see her pacing beside the van in the side view mirror, her mouth moving in a rant he can’t hear over the sound of his own panting breath. “Okay, this is okay,” the words leave his mouth but they might as well be coming from some third tag along in the van. “Robin is freaking out, so you can’t freak out.”
He scrambles into the back, knees smarting as he crawls across the blankets that aren’t doing enough to cushion the floor. Robin almost gets hit, when he tosses open the doors to usher her in.
“Climb in, we’ll partake in the time honored tradition of escaping from family, getting high, and bitching.” 
She doesn’t look convinced, hands shaking when he grabs ahold to help her get into the back. Eddie makes it a point not to look at her as she settles. She fusses, fidgeting with pillows and smoothing out the afghan that Steve picked out from the thrift store, and he holds any comment about how Steve had done the same thing the last time they hit the drive in mostly because he knows she was there for it. His time is better spent carefully rolling up a fresh joint, lighting it, and taking a big hit.
He still doesn’t know everything that happened to them before he got involved with the Upside Down. But he knows that the Harrington-Buckleys don’t handle being high well these days. But with the doors open, the ambiance, and the faint second hand smoke it isn't long before Robin is speaking.
“It was funny when he was showing me the best way to climb into a girl's window or scale a trellis.” She isn't looking at him while she speaks. Her eyes are locked on the toes of the new Chuck Taylors that she and Steve had lucked into at a thrift store in Seymour of all places. One blue and one red, they'd split the pair after decorating them. The two of them so in sync they even share a shoe size.
Still the words keep tumbling out, slow but gaining speed like a snowball rolling down a hill. “It was fun learning the best way to shotgun a beer and the flirty hand thing. And I liked, like, having someone who will gossip with me and we can paint our nails.” 
She stops, breath shuddering and it's worse, now that he's got the smell of weed around him but none of the haze, when she looks at him with red, watery eyes. “But now I'm gonna be the girl who isn't girl enough who ruined her perfect son and made him not boy enough and ruins their relationship forever. He loves his mom.”
“And he loves you, Rob.” There's no right amount of emphasis to put on the words. It feels like he’s repeating facts to a conspiracy theorist. DnD isn't devil worship. The Earth is round. Steve Harrington loves Robin Buckley, no matter what.
And just like spouting facts, he isn't met with a good reaction.
“I know,” she croaks, voice breaking as she holds back a sob. “I know and he knows better than anyone that loving someone isn’t enough to keep you from resenting them.”
It's miserable. He feels miserable. Robin looks miserable. And if there’s anything he hates more than injustice it’s misery.
“What can I do?”
 She sits up further, grabs the wrist that’s holding the forgotten joint, a look on her face that makes him think of the urgency of a quest. “I can’t be someone he ends up resenting in a year, in five.”
“What can I do, Robin?”
“Say you’ll come Thursday?”
That sounds like the worst idea in the world, Eddie Munson, former murder suspect, joining in at the Rockwellian dinner table. But he isn’t good at denying his friends much of anything these days. “Will it help? Me being there?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know. But you’ll be there for me, for him, for us.”
“Then I’ll be there.”
Thanksgiving comes and Eddie’s hands are sweating around the wheel of the van as he sits in the Harrington driveway.
He hasn’t celebrated the holiday in earnest like this since he was little. When his own mom was still alive and they would load up in the pick up to drive to his Mammaw’s house where it would smell like roasted turkey and fresh baked bread. Now he and Wayne need the money too badly to skip out on the holiday pay. They would have turkey sandwiches for lunch before he would leave and Eddie would float around town selling to the teens who had slipped out their front doors for a “walk” before dinner so they could stand to be around their overbearing relatives.
Which leaves him in the position of trying to figure out his role here.
Is he the dirtbag that Steve has somehow managed to befriend, there to take the heat off of Robin and make her better by default? 
Is he the reformed killer that the two of them have fixed through the power of their goodness, there to make them both look like the power couple that they are? 
Is he there as their friend Eddie, there to be moral support in a stressful situation?
He isn’t sure and each different version of himself that he can imagine looks different. Each a different performance that requires different costuming.
It’s left him arriving late, wearing a hodgepodge of pieces that speak to each version. Stitched up jeans and a thrifted band shirt, overtop that one of Wayne’s cowboy shirts and he’ll kick off his trusty Reeboks at the door if he can get himself to go inside. He isn’t sure what anyone is going to think if he manages to make it in the door, but he can imagine what the neighbors are thinking right now.
Trudging up to the door, nerves prick at his fingertips but he doesn’t regret coming. Not even as he tries to anticipate the stuffy, frigid silence he’s about to walk into.
At least the food will be good, the stuff Steve made anyway.
Through the door he hears laughter.
When he knocks, it doesn’t stop.
And then he’s looking at Steve wearing that skirt from the Gap with his hair pinned back. “Eddie!” His eyes are wide, sparkling with a bright joy that Eddie hasn’t seen in days.
From down the hall voices, Robin’s he knows too well not to identify and the other’s can only be Mrs. Harrington, chorus, “Oh Eddie!” Before he hears the sounds of giggling laughter once again. Steve’s face flushes a beautiful, distracting pink.
“I should have brought something,” Eddie finds himself saying. Empty hands clenching even as his eyes are locked on those two moles on Steve’s cheek and how they stand out on that blush.
“You never have to bring anything, Ed.”
“Stevie! Quit hogging Eddie, we want to see him,” Robin’s voice has the slip sliding quality Eddie has come to associate with drinking.
“There’s still time to run, if you want to avoid everything,” Steve teases.
“You know I’m not a runner anymore, and anyway your missus invited me.”
“And nobody has ever accused Eddie Munson of being rude.”
“Got that right, baby.” Eddie can feel the smile on his face broaden as Steve rolls their eyes, a smile tugging at their lips, and that sweet pink kissing his face again. 
But when Steve’s hand runs down his wrist, a tentative touch reaching to tangle their fingers, the situation he’s in fully cements itself in his mind. Fingertips brush past one another as Steve keeps walking and Eddie stays put. He can hear Robin’s familiar cackle and a pleasant laugh that shares the same cadence as Steve’s coming from the kitchen. Warm brown eyes look him up and down, he tries to ignore that as he listens for whatever conversation is accompanying that laugh.
“She wants to meet you, y’know.” Steve says finally. “Hasn’t shut up about how my tastes have gotten better now that I’m back to my old self.”
“And she means me?”
“She means Robin,” he laughs, “but she’ll like you because I do. Because you haven’t said anything about this,” he flicks his hand down to his skirt. “Because you won’t say anything when you see she’s wearing the same outfit.’”
“Mama’s boy?”
“Something like that. C’mon, I need someone on my side in there.”
“Yeah, alright,” Eddie agrees, reaching out to grab Steve’s hand for real, “It’s just dinner. It can’t be that bad, right?”
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Warning ⚠️; Blood and bad jokes
Pairing; Ghostface x gn!Reader
Summary; It is almost the Devil’a hour when you get a phone call. You know who it is and if this is to be yours last night, then you’ll make your caller work for it.
Note; I am currently sick with the flu and pretty high on meds so hopefully I didn't correct like shit. Sorry if I did :(
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Sitting in your living room you enjoyed a good horror movie. The bowl of popcorn and potato chips on your lap was getting lighter with each minute that passed. You chuckled, knowing that movie by heart and whispering the quotes as they came. The jump scares didn't affect you anymore even tho you still appreciated them. Your eyes turned to the clock and realized it would soon be 3:00 in the morning. The Devil’s Hour.
And what a crazy time it was lately. The town was plagued by a series of murder featuring the sadly known Ghostface of Woodsboro, California. You grew up there as a kid and moved away to here. As an adult you didn't leave, yet, but with all those murders? Might be safer to take a plane to somewhere else.
You chuckled at the thought and shook your head.
Nah. You didn’t really fit any criteria to become the victim in a horror movie. Quite the contrary in fact. You lived a quiet life and enjoyed the calm that came with being in a small town. Well, maybe enjoying horror wasn't smart for the moment.
And you were careful; locking doors and windows and always keeping your best friend the blinky with you. While you weren't usually one for firearms, you did get one after the first murder. It was safer this way. While not wanting to give in to the paranoia, you also knew it wasn't worth the risk of staying harmless.
Your phone rang, stopping you from shoving a handful of popcorn into your mouth. You eyed the phone, wondering if you should answer or not. The caller was masked, and the number not showing and a shiver ran down your spine.
It could be anyone.
The killer.
Or kids wanting to make a prank.
With a shaky finger, you answered your phone, pressing it against your ear as you said as soft “Hello.”
- “Hello.” The voice of the caller replied. There is something sickly sweet about it. “Who is this?”
- “Who are you trying to reach?” You asked back, frowning as you get up to make sure all the doors and windows are locked.
- “What number is this?”
This time you freeze in your track, a shiver running down your spine. The conversation sound familiar. Too familiar. A feeling of dread fill your heart and you hold your phone tighter deciding to keep going, just to make sure.
- “Well, what number are you trying to reach?” You tried to keep the shaking of your voice discreet, but you are bad at it.
- “I don't know.”
You can hear the amusement in the other's voice, can almost imagine the smirk and hope this is a prank.
- “I think you have the wrong number.” Your voice has an edge to it now. You only want to cut the conversation short.
- “Do I?”
- “It happens. Take it easy.”
Enough is enough. This prank had lasted for too long already and you could feel your hand shaking. You stare at your phone, ready to hang up but the voice keeps talking.
- “You still haven't told me your name.”
- “Why do you want to know my name?”
- “Because I want to know who I'm looking at.”
The answer almost made you drop your phone. You looked around you frantically, trying to get a glimpse of where the fucker was. But all your curtains were closed.
- “What do you want?” You asked, returning to the sofa to grab your gun.
You heard the caller, Ghostface chuckling on the other side of the line. You wanted to throw the phone away and smash it in the wall. There was no way…
You clenched your jaws deciding that if this was real… you were going to make the fucker work for it. You'll be his nightmare and make him regret picking you for his next victim.
- “What do you want?” You asked again, slightly raising your voice.
- “To see what your insides look like.”
- “That sound kinky.”
- “What?”
You hit your head with the barrel of your gun, cringing at what you just said. It came out without you thinking about it. At least the killer sounded astonished, not expecting you to say something so… so… yeah. You decided to roll with it. At least you would die making fun of him.
- “You heard me, you kinky bastard. At least you could offer me a drink before wanting to jump to see my insides. For what do you take me? A harlot?”
- “Listen here you bitch…”
- “Oh, now I am the bitch?” You interrupted him, walking around your house and still making sure everything was locked. “Yet you are the one thirsting over my guts.”
You felt pride as the killer fell silent, as if he didn't know what to reply. Almost. Almost because you knew he was probably pissed off at you and God knew what he would do now. You weren't wrong, however. That fucker really was a kinky creep.
Walking around your house, you made sure everything was still locked. The killer wasn't talking anymore, but you could still hear his breathing. You hated the silence. It felt like a knife being held above your head, ready to fall and stab you.
- “You think yourself funny, don't you?”
Ghostface’s voice almost made you jump out if your skin. You didn't expect him to talk so suddenly nor to have such a cold voice.
- “Yeah, I am.” you replied with a chuckle, moving the curtain of the last window you checked. You saw a silhouette standing next to a tree. “I see you there, Micheal Myers wanna be.”
- “I see you too, future victim.”
You saw the silhouette waving at you and snorted. He could have at least given you a better surname than that!
You jumped away from the window as you saw the silhouette sprinting toward you. Raising your gun, you were ready to shoot the second the killer tried to touch the window. But instead of the sound of glass breaking, you heard something hit it followed by a loud thud. Moving the curtain again and looking toward the ground, you found the killer lying down. On the phone, you heard him groaning in pain.
It didn't take long for you to understand what just happened and you couldn't resist but laugh. All fear had left your body as you realized just how clumsy he was. Did he step on his dress? Did he stumble over a root?
- “S-shut up!” You heard the Killer’s voice growling on the phone.
But you didn't stop.
You fell on your ass laughing, holding your ribs for a few more minutes before putting the phone back to your hear.
- “Go home mister killer, you are drunk.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Maybe stop at the hospital first, you might have a concussion.”
- “Fuck you!”
- “Fuck me yourself, clumsy boy.”
You heard him cursing at you and you only replied by making kissing sounds. You sighed as the killer hung up on you and there were no more sounds. You closed your eyes, pressing your back against the wall and waiting for something, anything.
But he was gone. Humiliated by his own clumsiness, he had left you. Hands shaking, you laughed again, this time nervously. Guess you were going to be in his sequel if he survived until then.
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94badbye · 10 months ago
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I JUST REWATCHED THAT ONE SCENE FROM TROLLHUNTERS S3 WHERE EVERYONE IS TRYING TO CALM JIM DOWN ON THE ROOFTOP AND THEN BLINKY WALKS UP TO HIM AND SAYS "WHEN I GAZE UPON YOU, DO YOU KNOW WHAT I SEE? I SEE A CHAMPION. A FRIEND. A SON. A MAGNIFICENT SON." WHAT THE FUCK DO THEY EXPECT ME TO DO DO THEY WANT TO CAUSE ME EMOTIONAL PAIN WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
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starcanwrecked-confessions · 6 months ago
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Vaguely inspired by the convo about racial biases with Jason but sort of going in detail a bit more, and also I'm making an excuse to rant about Bill.
This fandom does have a continual habit of ignoring/sidelining black characters I feel, and this does in part come down to Starkid itself having few main black roles (which is why I'm so excited for Cinderella's Castle) and being proportionally predominantly white, but even when there are main black characters I just feel like they get ignored a lot more, or at least sidelined within fanon in favor of white characters.
Like Bill, for example, isn't unpopular at all. I think everyone loves Bill I've never seen hate for him but I also never see anyone... talk about him. Not in detail. I never see Bill analyses, or people talk in depth about his role in TGWDLM or Watcher World, or people talk about him period outside of just "I like Bill, he's cool". And I feel like that isn't fair! I love Bill so much! Like, for example, you see people analyze Paul and his relationship to Pokey, you see people analyze Ted and Tinky, but Bill and Blinky are just... never mentioned. Not to the same extent.
And I'm not trying to get on a soapbox here saying people are being intentionally racist, but it makes me sad to see characters like Bill be sidelined because I think he's really interesting. Hopefully when(if?) Bottle Imps comes out, we'll get to see more of him.
I was just ranting about Bill but this all applies to Frank too, honestly. I don't like Frank as much as I like Bill but I definitely feel like if he was white he'd be a lot more popular. Is that a hot take? I don't know. This isn't a Starkid special this is like- every single fandom ever but I think it's important to point out.
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