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slocumjoe · 2 years ago

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how would companions be at the beach? who gets sunburnt for a week? who tries drowning who?

Companions have a Beach Episode

Cait; is kicking ass and taking names at volley ball. Any who step up to the net are swiftly executed, either by shame of their devastation, or Cait spiking too hard and beaning them in the head. Being a ginger, this girlie is 2x vulnerable to sunburn. Doesn't put on sunscreen, thinks its dumb. Regrets this immensely. But before her skin starts peeling off of her like an onion, and in between claiming victims, she's throwing back fun beach cocktails. Doesn't drink water. On a hot, sunny day. When she's exerting herself. Also comes to regret this. This could have gone much worse if she didn't gorge herself at the BBQ. She wears baggy swim shorts and a loose tank top.

Codsworth; Hangs out at a gazebo with a makeshift kitchen/bar area. He's not risking sand getting in delicate places, absolutely not. No, Codsy stays nice and cozy, and makes those aforementioned cocktails, as well as other cold drinks and food. When he isn't serving something or cooking, indulges in some sort of activity, like a puzzle book, a normal novel, something like that. He enjoys the energy of the beach, the sand and sun and surf, but practically...he just really wants to take a broom to it, y'know? Just...just to see if he could...but that's rude to nature. So, it's best he keep to a more manageable area. One that doesn't give him cleaning itches.

Curie; Sets up a beach towel under an umbrella, and relaxes with a good book and iced drink. Despite not going out in the sun, puts on sunscreen to set an example. Periodically chases people down with a bottle if they've yet to apply it. You are not allowed to get skin cancer on her watch. When she isn't hunting Cait for sport, Curie is simply enjoying the beachy soundscape, warmth, and general chill vibes. Will get up and check on everyone, make sure they're drinking water, et cetera. Half of her time is spent relaxing, the other half Mama Hen-ing. These people lack self-preservation instincts and it kind of drives her crazy. Wears a pastel blue two-piece with ruffles.

Danse; is in his element. Warm weather, fishing, grilling, bright-colored, gaudy-patterned shirts. This is his happy place. Gets a cooler of beer, a pole, and sits by the shore, soaking up sun like a cat. Lives out his ideal life as an old beach bum and for once, has a good day. This is Danse at his peak. He shows up in knee-length khaki shorts, socks and sandals, and a borderline-neon floral button up. Anything he catches, he grills over at Codsworth's gazebo. Spends his day fishing, bbqing, and drinking, and shocks everyone with the fact that, yes, Danse is capable of basic joy and relaxation. Just...very sparingly.

Deacon; Redhead. Unlike Cait, knows the divine agony that is a bad sunburn, and lathers himself in sunscreen. Wears a speedo, crocs, and an obnoxious sunscreen streak on his nose. Participates in volley ball, wrist is sprained by a hard serve from the Red Menace herself. Afterwards, lets Piper and later, MacCready, use him as a sculpture base. Seeing as his day was spent underneath piles of sand, didn't do much. Had a lot of drinks, though, courtesy of Piper engineering a long curly straw for him. Has to be dug out for BBQ against his will, wanted to spend the rest of his life as a mermaid. When he emerges, is caked in sand and looks like a golumn. All that sunscreen turned against him. For the next week, greets people with "Hi, I have so much sand in my ass, how ya doin'?"

Gage; Tends to dislike casual, hang-out activities on principle. Whereas Danse doesn't like them due to his social anxiety and gets nervous around people. Gage doesn't like them because he doesn't like people period. The beach is one such activity, with the added bonus of causing him physical pain. Due to his half-blindness, prolonged exposure to brightness really strains the one eye, so he sticks to Codsworth's gazebo for shade. The ocean is basically a giant disco ball and that shit triggers migraines for him. Spends the day observing the others and chainsmoking. Keeps tally of Cait's various volley ball crimes. Plays catch with Dogmeat until the pooch collapses from exhaustion. Generally does what Gage is always doing—keeping tabs and making notes. Also, mooching off free food.

Hancock; the thing about Hancock, is that it's difficult to keep him in order. You're rarely going to see him in a group, doing group pre-ordained stuff. He sticks around the others for maybe ten minutes before he wanders off to see whatever he can find. Comes back a while later with his pockets full of rocks, shells, even bones. Codsworth empties a bucket for him to put his treasure in, and Hancock's back out on the hunt. Spends his day beachcombing. Brings back stuff for MerDeacon, gets a big clump of kelp for the hair, and seashells for modesty. Hancock just paces up and the down the beach, pondering shit, collecting shit. Basically this image;

MacCready; didn’t intend on sculpting a mermaid onto Deacon, but God presented him an opportunity. MacCready has based his entire life on taking opportunities given to him. Has so many fruity drinks as he crafts his masterpiece. Whereas Piper is more interested in forming the excavation site around the corpse of this behemoth sea monster, MacCready's more interested in giving the Deac very crude and childish features, such as breasts in the image of Deacon himself. But wait, aren't mermaids seals? Seals have multiple nipples, right? Guess we have to make more Deacon tits! This descent into madness might have something to do with the copious pina coladas he put away. Getting beaned in the head by Cait also probably didn't help. Wears gym shorts and a tank top.

Nick; Curie had the right idea. Only, Nick improves on it by moving his spot much, much farther down the beach. Takes a radio, wine coolers, and various books that he goes through over the day. Reads shlock romance pulp fiction, because he felt it more thematically appropriate to the beach. Has a few towels down for cushy-ness, being an old man. Needs his back supported. He wears shorts and a long, thin-material cardigan, almost like a robe. Wouldn't look out of place telling an officer he most definitely didn't kill his husband. Nick appears later at lunch/dinner/dinch, but until then, he's sequestering himself under an umbrella and he's having a moment of peace. Considered participating in whatever the others were doing at one point. Decided against it when he saw whatever the hell was happening with Deacon.

Piper; was almost a victim of Cait, dipped when a volley ball went past her head and it sounded like an actual bullet. Wisely moved out of the firing zone and began construction of a sandcastle. She blinked, and there was Deacon, and six nipple-Deacons. Doesn’t know how it happened. Didn't question it. Turned her castle into the excavation site of a prehistoric sea creature, washed ashore and buried beneath the sand. It pays to be adaptable like that. Piper spends a good chunk of the day pissing, as she's the type to need so much water when its hot out. She doesn't start slinging back fun cocktails until its lunch/dinner/dinch. Then, it's a cocktail for every hotdog, burger, serving of fish...and Piper can put away bbq. Wears a red halter one-piece.

Preston; is the only one to consistently survive Cait's bloodbath, so he keeps her busy, so as to let the others escape her rubbery death blows. Basically just plays ball with her until she gets tired, same as Gage with Dogmeat. Preston takes some breaks, and drinks water, but its a matter of attrition. Its an endurance test. He passes by the skin of his teeth. The game ends once Cait is lured away by bbq and alcohol. At that point, Preston is better considered a husk than a man. Drops an ice pack on the ground and lays face-down on it, and takes a nap like that.

X6-88; shows up in his usual black trench coat and not a single bead of sweat forms. Haunts the gazebo for sugary drinks and treats. Everyone tries to ignore him because they get second-hand heat stroke just looking at him. He's loathe to get near the water and loathe to get sand in his clothing. Becoming the Phantom of the George Foreman Grill was the only outcome for him. Backseat sous chef, constantly questioning Danse and Codsworth's methods or choices. Codsworth politely takes the criticism, and ignores it. Danse just chucks candy into the bushes to lure him away.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #nick valentine #piper wright #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #companions react #Codsworth #porter gage

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lovable-chica · 2 months ago

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Meet Amber! (Remake)

I change her class because 3 people on Sodor Au Wiki Didn’t like E2 Amber because they thought that would Ruin Thomas, I decided to make Amber an SR USA Tank Engine and I’m changing the bio style and she is now Thomas’s Youngest Cousin, don’t ask my why they aren’t the same class so don’t provoke me!

Bio

Amber was built around Early 1943 and was one of those engines to fought in WW2 since she brave enough to fight and mange to survive without being blown up but some of her siblings got blown up which gave her a little bit of ADHD and PDA, after WW2 she was send to the British Railway along with Rosie who is her long time best friend and they both did “not” have makeup at the time so yeah, then in 1963, a few years after the war ended, Rosie and Amber’s parts were pinched and stolen to repair her classmates until she would eventually be destined to be cut up for scrap, this cause Amber to become sad and didn’t want to have her faint along with her best friend but luckily they were saved by Sir Topham Hat who managed to purchase the two, he was in need of two engines to help with the extra work on Thomas' Branch Line, so after they got purchased, Rosie was painted Pastel Pink with the number 37 on her side and a nameplate and Amber was painted light blue and numbered 14 of the railway, all they engines greeted them warmly, Amber reunites with her sister and cousin, but Thomas has a small grudge towards Rosie for replacing his siblings much to Amber’s dismay.

But in the end, Rosie got the courage to tell Thomas to let off his own grudge and let they have siblings rest in peace, Amber who was being a ass told Thomas to rightfully apologize to Rosie and so he did, so on they became good friends, as like other HC, Rosie looks up to Thomas, in My HC Amber looks up to Arthur.

One time while Amber was still new to the railway, she followed Arthur around like a stranger much to Arthur’s annoyance(not in a rude way), after Arthur had an accident while derailing near the fishing village, she was the first engine to get the breakdown train before anyone else did and came to the rescue.

During TAMTR, She along some friends helped Thomas, Mr C, Junior, Lily, Patch and Burnett retrieve Lady and escape from Diesel 10, As a reward, Junior gave her some magic gold dust, with which she could transform into an Ali-Pop as human.(Also TAMTR is canon! Even in my Au)

Personality Traits: Friendly, Kind, Enthusiastic, Cheerful, Tom-Boyish, Cute, Strong, Youthful, Pure-Hearted, Playful, Fun-Loving, Polite, Sweet, Hardworking, Caring, Loving, Strict(Occasionally), Energetic, Helpful, Curious, Adventurous, Brave, Intelligent, Daring, Shy(Occasionally), Stubborn, Sassy, Rude(Only to D199, Diesel and Diesel 10 and Arry and Bert), Respectful, Even-Tempered, Sly(Mostly), Impulsive, Cool, Sensitive and Cheeky.

Number: NW 14

Relatives: Thomas(Cousin), Suzi(Sister), Abby(Adopted Sister)

Basis: SR USA 0-6-0 Dock Tank Engine

Affiliations: Northwestern Railway, Tidmouth Sheds(Mostly),Brendam Docks, Ffarqhaur Branchline(Sometimes), Shining Time Station, Sir Topham Hatt and Lady Hatt

#thomas and friends #oc artist #snowy taking about things🎀🌈#thomas the tank engine #ttte amber🐾#Island’s Railway Au✨

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alottanothing · 6 months ago

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Keep Playing [part two]

Summary: After returning home from a long, cross-country haul, Wayne Munson comes home to find new responsibilities

Word Count: 6.3K

Previous Part

Warnings: Language, minor mentions of abuse

Tag List: @itswormtrain (please let me know if you would like added to this list)

A/N: Okay no update for June, only because time got away from me. So, here's a long chapter for the few of you who are along for the ride. I probably should have mentioned that this doesn't follow the canon book that came out, that I can't remember the name of, that came out with Eddie's backstory. I started writing this in 2022. Anyway, there's at least two more parts to this series opener, which I'm hoping to have up more regularly.

The morning sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm, golden glow across the distant horizon when Wayne Munson pulled his trusty pickup truck into its usual spot outside of his humble trailer. The engine hummed to a stop before Wayne stretched his arms over head as best he could in the cab of the old truck, trying to alleviate the stiffness of exhaustion in his muscles. Still, a yawn fell heavily from his mouth.

There was never any grand welcome waiting for him when he returned from exceptionally long hauls across the country, no one waiting to wrap him in their arms and tell him how much they missed him. All he came home to were the creature comforts he’d been without for so long: his bed and his sofa and his shower. They all beckoned him, none so much as the familiarity of his own mattress. The toll of those grueling long hauls was becoming increasingly evident in his aging bones, the weight of endless hours spent behind the wheel of his rig leaving an indelible mark on his body every time he returned. Even so, Wayne couldn’t help but revel in every day he spent miles away from Hawkins.

Sometimes, he considered leaving the only town he'd ever called home, a town that would undoubtedly have rejoiced at his leaving. The narrow streets and gossip-filled corners were growing old. Each time he drove west, he thought of staying; the vast countryside and boundless skies were far friendlier than anything Hawkins had to offer. Amongst the rolling hills and sprawling meadows, the weight of expectations and judgment lifted from his tired shoulders. The mountains welcomed him with open arms time after time, offering refuge from the suffocating confines of a past that he'd had little control over. Out west, the air was crisp and untainted and always filled his lungs with fresh vitality. Yet, he always came back, always pulled his rig into its familiar spot at the truck stop near the highway. And each time, every thought of abandoning Hawkins disappeared, much like the rest of his dreams had. It was too important that he stayed, for a while, at least.

The same surreal feeling fell over him as he left his rig that morning after living in it for weeks on end. However, the notion of a hot shower and the comfort of his bed was always strong enough to combat that peculiar wave of melancholy. The paycheck in his hand helped too, of course. It would be enough to fix up some things around the trailer, put a full tank of gas in his truck, and maybe even buy that new boombox he’d been wanting. All things considered; Wayne was glad to be home.

With his latest souvenir in hand—another mug for his collection—he stepped onto the dirt looking around finding little had changed in his weeks away. Nothing usually did, but folks in Hawkins seemed to like it that way. Everyone liked their routine no matter how dull it was, and Wayne couldn’t even bring himself to think he was any better. He always found comfort in routine.

He stood a moment, filling his lungs with the fresh morning air, smiling at the awakening world around him. The birds were chirping in the trees, their melodies harmonizing with the gentle rustling leaves. Overhead the sky was a pastel canvas dotted with white puffy clouds. There was beauty there too, even without the majestic mountains and open prairies, he just had to look a little harder to find it.

“Oh hey, Wayne!” His neighbor across the way waved as he stepped out to grab the paper on his stoop, pulling his attention away from the sky.

“Hey, Scott,” Wayne waved back, tossing him a pleasant smile.

The Jones family had always been friendly; one of very few in town who heard the name Munson and didn’t immediately peg him as a nefarious character like his dad and brother were.

“Your sister-in-law was here yesterday—pretty early actually.”

The smile on Wayne’s face sank, his gut sloshing with uneasiness. Betty never came around unless she was looking to stir up trouble.

“Yeah? What’d she want?”

Scott shrugged, “Dunno, she was banging on your door—shoutin’ for ya, blowin’ a horn.”

“Did she have the boy with her? Ed?” Wayne asked, that feeling in his stomach beginning to gnaw. He cared little about Betty, or why she’d come calling so early. It was Eddie that mattered to him. He just wanted his nephew to be alright.

“I think so, from what I could see out the window anyway. They didn’t stay very long. Thought you should know though.”

“Thanks, I’ll—uh—go see if anything’s missing.” Wayne tossed a pointed thumb over his shoulder.

“Hope everything is accounted for,” Scott said, glancing at the trailer.

“Me too,” Wayne nodded. “Good to see you, Scott.”

“You too, Wayne. Welcome back.”.

Ever since Walt’s faults had caught up with him and landed him in prison, his son’s mother, Betty, had all but fallen off the face of the earth. She didn’t call him; she didn’t bring Eddie around. When Wayne did go over to check on his nephew, no one was ever there. Not knowing was always the worst, and sometimes he feared he put too much trust in Betty’s ability to take care of her son. Knowing that Eddie was okay enough to be with his mother the previous day did bring Wayne a little solace. Even so, he weighed the idea of giving up his hot shower and sleep to go to the rundown apartments to make sure his nephew was okay.

“Hey, uh, Scott,” Wayne asked just as his neighbor was about to disappear behind his screen door.

“Hmm?”

“Did you see if Ed left with Betty yesterday?”

Scott shook his head. “I’m afraid I went back to sleep—like I said, it was early when she was here.”

Wayne nodded, digesting that morsel of information.

“Thanks again, Scott.”

“Anytime.”

Wayne didn't waste a second as he swiftly fished his keys from his pocket to unlock his trailer, with no thoughts of stolen items crossing his mind. The urgency in his movements was fueled by the growing sense of concern for his nephew and his whereabouts. If he had to, he'd drive all over the state to find him.

With the lock clicked open, Wayne swung the door wide open, and there he found Eddie sprawled out on his sofa, fast asleep and completely safe. That uneasy feeling in his gut gave way to a wave of relief. Not so long ago he’d told Eddie he’d always have a place there with his uncle. A place to feel safe and free from the abuse Wayne was almost certain his nephew had suffered.

The more he thought about everything, the more it angered Wayne.

Like Walter, Betty was no prize, although that was more than likely Walt’s doing as well. Walt had a natural talent for getting involved in reckless, often criminal, activities, as well as aligning himself with the wrong crowd. It was a pattern Wayne had spent most of his youth trying to correct to no avail. No matter how many heart-to-hearts he'd shared with Walter, or how many positive role models Wayne tried to push into his brother's orbit, Walt gravitated to his self-destructive tendencies. Somehow, Betty got caught up in the mess too, and whatever innocence she'd had in the beginning, Walter managed to drain it out of her. Their tumultuous relationship was on everyone's tongue, and when word got out that their affair resulted in a child, a child neither one of them were fit to raise, all of Hawkins set its teeth on them.

Despite all the negativity surrounding him, Eddie's ability to maintain a heart full of kindness was truly miraculous. All Eddie took from his parents was his appearance. He was a Munson, no denying that. Even with his hair cut so short, little more than a buzz, he was the very image of his father save for a few softer features given to him by his mother. Whenever Wayne looked at him long enough, it was as though he was face to face with his kid brother. The brother Wayne had failed to take care of.

Quietly, Wayne placed his keys and his mug on the kitchen counter and hung his jacket on the hook by the door before going to wake his nephew.

“Ed...” he shook him gently, “Eddie?”

His nephew opened his eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep, and looked around the room with a hint of confusion etched on his face. The unexpected surroundings seemed to puzzle him momentarily until his gaze settled on his uncle. Recognition dawned with a smile across his lips as he realized where he was.

“Son, what are you doing here?”

Without an answer, Eddie hopped to his feet and hugged his uncle with enough force Wayne almost lost his footing.

“Uncle Wayne! I missed you!”

“I missed you too, kiddo.” He returned the embrace, patting his back with a smile. Surely this sweet boy is not my brother’s son.

"Is everything okay?” Wayne asked when Eddie finally let go. “How’d you get here?”

“Mom and some guy dropped me off yesterday morning.” He shrugged.

Wayne frowned, “And you’ve been here by yourself since then?”

Eddie was old enough to fend for himself that long, but that didn’t mean Wayne liked the idea. The trailer park wasn’t the safest place to live in Hawkins—better he guessed than the hovel Betty and Walt lived in. But still not a place for a twelve-year-old to be left unsupervised for long.

A sigh broke past Wayne's lips as his eyes examined the trailer, searching for anything out of place, knowing Betty tended to have sticky fingers.

“Did you...” Wayne’s brows furrowed. “Did you do my dishes? Throw away my trash?”

Eddie nodded.

Wayne’s heart sank a little.

“You know you don’t have to do that stuff when you’re staying with me, right?” He kept his voice soft, knowing the sort of tone his nephew was used to at home. “I’m not gonna get mad atcha for a dirty dish in my sink or some candy bar wrappers on the table.”

“I know,” Eddie admitted, looking away as he scratched the back of his nearly bald head. “I didn’t have anything else to do.”

Another sigh fell past Wayne’s lips as he nodded.

“Did your mother say when she’s gonna be back?”

Eddie shook his head and reached for a mostly empty, very dirty pillowcase lying in a heap by the sofa. He dug around in it for a few seconds before brandishing a wrinkled envelope.

“She gave me this before she left.”

Something dark radiated from that unsuspecting envelope in his nephew’s hands; the room seemed to grow colder, the air thick with an unexplainable heaviness. A wave of melancholy washed over Wayne as he eyed the envelope. Eddie, however, stood ignorant of the cloud that filled the room the moment he pulled the note from his pillowcase. Wayne was glad for that youthful naivety on Eddie’s face, it kept him a little less burdened, a little more innocent and Wayne preferred things remain that way for the good of his nephew.

Wayne knew what he would find written on the paper before he even took the envelope in his nephew's hands: a collection of careless words written by a careless mother. The haphazard scribbles adorning the page would forever be seared into his mind. The ink seemed to mirror the lack of attention and concern that had been poured into its creation. Each word was a testament to a mother's indifference, her complete disregard for the impact those words could have on her child's fragile heart.

A part of Wayne always knew he would one day find himself there, at one time in his life he’d fought to be where he stood. Even so, Wayne was unsure if he should rejoice or lament.

A smile forced its way onto Wayne's face as he read, the gesture nothing more than a charade to keep Eddie at ease while he digested the bitter words he read. Eddie’s eyes never left him, big and brown—his father's eyes—curiosity beginning to wander onto his expression.

“What’s it say, Uncle Wayne?”

Rejoice, Wayne decided, realizing it was a happy moment. No one would hurt his nephew ever again. No more harsh words or cigarette burns or nights without a meal. Eddie was finally out of harm's way, all thanks to his mother's carelessness. With a single sigh, Wayne let 12 years of contempt and worry billow out of him, hopefully forever. He would be able to sleep through the night, no longer worrying about the wellbeing of his nephew. In only a matter of seconds, Wayne came to terms with his new responsibilities when only 20 minutes ago all he longed for was a shower and his warm bed.

“Uncle Wayne, what does it say?”

The smile on Wayne’s face grew wider, becoming more genuine.

“Nuthin’, bud,” Wayne told him, stashing the note in a nearby junk drawer. “Just that you’re gonna be staying with me for a while. That okay with you?”

The grin that spread over Eddie’s face rendered a sight so pure and full of joy, that Wayne almost wanted to cry. He wouldn’t be able to give his nephew much, but he would love him the way he deserved to be loved and provide for him as much as he possibly could.

“Of course! Yeah!”

“Good.” Wayne nodded, his smile fading slightly when his eyes fell on the ratty pillowcase. “What else ya got in there, son?”

“Oh, just my stuff,” Eddie turned the makeshift rucksack upside down, spilling a handful of moth-eaten t-shirts, a pair of dirty jeans, and a toothbrush onto the floor.

“That’s all you brought?”

“That’s all I have,” Eddie shrugged.

Wayne’s heart sank, how did he not know just how little Eddie had? Suddenly, that paycheck he’d brought home held a more significant purpose. He still had some fixing to do on the trailer and needed to fill up his truck with gas, but buying new electronics seemed foolish. Eddie was far more important than a boombox.

“Well, we can’t have that,” Wayne brandished his check and gave it a little wave. “We’ll go cash this, then go and pick you up some better things to wear, okay?”

Eddie almost looked shocked, “Really?”

“Yup,” Wayne nodded. “If you’re gonna be here longer than a few days you’re gonna need more clothes than that.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“We’ll even stop and get breakfast while we’re out, sound good?”

Eddie nodded, still looking as though he could hardly believe what was happening.

“Really good. Thank you, Uncle Wayne.”

“Don’t mention it, son”

The breakfast rush at Paula’s never seemed to slow down morning after morning. The old 50s-style diner near the interstate had been a staple of Hawkins for as long as Wayne could remember. It was also one of the rare spots in town where the staff treated individuals with the name Munson just like any other customer. Wayne spent many mornings there in his usual booth sipping cups of black coffee, eating scrambled eggs that were always a touch too salty, all while the station across the street got his rig filled up and ready for its next long haul.

Those days, however, were behind him. Eddie needed him more than Wayne needed the escape to the vast horizon stretching out before him. The local plant was always looking for reliable new employees, and Wayne knew he'd have no trouble landing a position there: a job that paid well and allowed him to stay in Hawkins full-time. Wayne was nursing his third cup of coffee—every sip a prayer to keep his tired eyes from drooping—as he sat in his usual booth, this time with Eddie across the table. He watched with some amusement as his nephew shoveled large bites of buttermilk pancakes into his mouth, brown eyes bright and his smile unwavering. Wayne hated to think how often Eddie’d gone a day without food. Too many, he figured, but never again.

As Wayne enjoyed his breakfast, consisting of over-salted eggs, wheat toast, and sausage, his gaze shifted towards the paper place mat beneath Eddie's plate, bringing a gentle smile back to his face. The blank sheet had been turned into a canvas of sorts thanks to Eddie’s handy work with an ink pen. He'd spent the majority of their time waiting for their meals drawing pictures of dragons and sword-wielding knights: characters from a book he’d read in the library: The Lord of the Rings.

The series of fantasy books had eluded Wayne’s knowledge of literature until that morning. Eddie, on the other hand, held a deep understanding of the happenings of Middle Earth, and by the time their breakfast arrived, Wayne felt significantly enlightened. It was during that pre-breakfast lecture over Tolkien fantasy that Wayne realized just how meaningful those books were. Stumbling upon the world in those pages all on his own was the very catalyst that laid the groundwork for Eddie to avoid treading the same paths as his parents. Escaping to a land of heroes and easily distinguishable good and evil helped him keep his head on straight. Wayne had never felt such immense gratitude for books before, but that morning he found himself expressing his thanks to them for providing his nephew with a way to break free from the confines of his own reality.

With breakfast finished, and coffee to go, the pair stopped at the thrift store on Main Street. As they crossed the entrance of the shop, a peculiar smell enveloped them, typical of most thrift stores. It was a blend of familiar scents like fabric softener, perfume, and mothballs, creating a signature aroma that was well-known in establishments selling pre-owned items. The absence of customers wasn't surprising considering the early hour. Wayne was glad about that. The quietness of the store allowed them to fully envelope themselves in their hunt for a newer wardrobe. The notion of shopping for his own clothes seemed to thrill Eddie more than Wayne thought it would. However, as Wayne watched his nephew weave through the aisles of second-hand clothing, grabbing anything that caught his eye, he couldn't help but contemplate the notion that Eddie had never truly been granted the freedom to choose his own things. Wayne realized that their shopping trip was more than just a simple errand, it was a taste of newfound independence and self-discovery. In the end, he ended up with more than a week's worth of clothes that weren’t moth-eaten, or dirty and fit him properly. Among the mostly plain T-shirts, he managed to find several flannels, multiple pairs of jeans, a sweatshirt, and a winter coat. When they got back to the trailer, Wayne found temporary spots for all of Eddie's new clothes, knowing it would take a little time to adjust to having his nephew there indefinitely. Things needed to be moved and thrown out to make room, but he was more than willing to do so, Eddie was far more important than junk Wayne had held on to for no particular reason.

After all the clothes were placed on hangers and put away, the pair of them settled on the sofa in front of the television for the remainder of the day, moving from the comfort of their seats only to microwave frozen meals or fill a bowl with snacks. However, it was Eddie that did most of the tv watching; Wayne mostly watched the back of his eyelids, exhausted, but content to sleep peacefully knowing that his nephew was safe.

Wayne dedicated the following week to getting Eddie registered at Hawkins Junior High, taking on the role of his guardian, and landing a job at the factory. He ensured that his nephew had everything he needed for school—from a backpack to notebooks, pencils, and pens. He left no stone unturned. All of it was a new routine, but one they each adjusted to rather quickly. Having another soul under his roof proved to be remedial in a way, more so because it was Eddie.

There was so much life in his young nephew that Wayne felt rejuvenated in a sense. Sure, every tick of the clock made him older, his joints stiffer, his hair thinner, but Wayne's outlook on life was fresh again, hopeful. Sometime, during all those years of trucking across the country, he’d lost it, perhaps swept up in the sands of the west or by the ocean breezes out east, whatever the case, Hawkins had never felt so hopeful than with Eddie under his wing.

In the first few weeks, Eddie gathered the courage to ask several times about when his mother would come back to take him to their dreary apartment. And each time Wayne saw the truth in his big brown eyes; he didn’t want to go back. His question was no more than a warning for himself, a way to prepare for her return, and the notion that he would have to go back.

Wayne didn’t have the heart to tell him that his mother had all but abandoned him. Even after all that the woman had done to the boy, it seemed cruel to tell him that he wasn’t wanted. Instead of spilling the sad truth, Wayne just questioned why he was curious and whether he was already fed up with his uncle's company. Eddie always responded the same: with a big smile and a ‘no way.’

After a month, he quit asking altogether. It was as though, after four weeks time, he finally grasped the seriousness of what had happened to him. However, instead of wallowing in sorrow, he flourished. A new sense of freedom allowed him to spread his wings, shake out the shadows of his past, and catch the winds of change. He was expressing himself in ways his parents never would have encouraged; watching the things he wanted, listening to the things he wanted, reading the things he wanted. Eddie relished in the newfound power of choice, delighting in the ability to shape his own identity and forge his path. With the freedom to do so, it was clear that his nephew needed a space of his own to grow and develop. When Wayne selflessly gave up his room for Eddie, his nephew showed his gratitude for a whole week. He helped with chores around the house without being asked, kept his new room clean and organized, and even surprised Wayne with a homemade dinner one evening: very brown grilled cheese. Wayne was touched by Eddie's thoughtfulness and dedication to making the most of his new space. It was clear that the sacrifice was worth it, as Eddie flourished in his own space and continued to show his appreciation in small but meaningful ways. Wayne knew he had made the right decision in allowing his nephew to thrive and grow on his own terms. Sure, the pullout bed was tough to break in, but after a couple of nights of tossing and turning, Wayne found it oddly comfortable.

By the end of September, Wayne was certain Eddie had never felt more at home and safe. That feeling was something he felt as well; it was as though Eddie had always been there eating too much junk food, watching the TV with the volume all the way up, and leaving wet towels on the floor in the bathroom. Wayne couldn't resist grinning, realizing that every little act of defiance was his nephew embracing his newfound independence.

No longer did he have parents around who scolded him for every little thing he did “wrong” in their eyes. When Eddie stopped feeling compelled to wash all the dishes in the sink or pick up after himself, Wayne knew his boy felt safe. His boy.. he could get used to that.

Even so, Wayne knew better than to let Eddie get away with all those things. He still issued gentle reminders of where to put the towels after his showers or that he really shouldn’t be watching the TV with the volume so high. All Ed needed were those little pushes and a soft word to help shape him. He was easy to mold under a tender hand.

Time pressed on, the year nearing its end, and with every passing day, the bond he had with Eddie only grew stronger. Ed wasn’t keen on fishing, but he went a few times before Wayne caught on that that particular hobby wasn’t one they could share. Baseball was another one his nephew didn’t seem too thrilled with, but Eddie always put on a good face, too sweet to say out loud how he felt out of fear of hurting his uncle’s feelings. Music, however, was the major winner.

Even while Eddie was living with his folks, Wayne managed to take him to a few shows; as a kid, his face lit up when the music boomed through the arenas. It was just the same when they snagged tickets to Black Sabbath for their Never Say Die! Tour. Wayne would never forget that trip to Indianapolis to see their favorite band. Eddie hardly slept the entire week leading up to the concert, and Wayne couldn't help but share his nephew's excitement and anticipation. Music, particularly the metal genre, resonated with Eddie, brought his big smile to the surface, and put a sparkle in his eyes. Wayne wanted to nurture that sense of awe as much as he could.

When there were no shows to see, the pair spent their weekends watching Sammy Terry’s Nightmare Theater or playing board games. Wayne even took the time to read The Lord of the Rings books just so Eddie had another person to talk to them about. And while they weren’t his usual cup of tea, Wayne was rewarded with long nights discussing the characters and narratives and seeing his nephew light up at the notion of his uncle knowing all those details. It broke his heart knowing that Eddie had no outlet like this for the last 12 years, but Wayne was thrilled to be that for him.

When Halloween rolled around, Eddie had his heart set on trick or treating—another experience his parents had denied him growing up. His vampire costume was rudimentary, thrown together with things they found at the thrift store, but Eddie was thrilled, nonetheless. He’d made a killing that night, his pillowcase nearly bursting with the amount of candy at its bottom, and they stayed up well into the morning watching horror movies and pigging out on all the treats he’d nabbed going door to door.

Thanksgiving was somewhat underwhelming on account of Wayne’s own inconsistency with cooking. The turkey Manhattans at Paula’s, piled high with mashed potatoes still managed to fit the bill. It was good hearty food that Eddie certainly wasn’t complaining about. Especially when Paula brought them each a slice of Pumpkin pie on the house.

Christmas was always a tender subject in the Munson household. Growing up they’d never had much, and Wayne’s parents rarely went out of their way to make things special for him and his brother. For years, Wayne spent ‘the happiest of holidays’ on someone else’s couch, usually his buddy Fred’s. Those were the only happy Christmases he remembered, but with Eddie under his roof, he’d never felt more determined to change that.

After Thanksgiving, Wayne bought a small artificial tree, a couple sets of lights, and a box of plastic ornaments. None of it was showy or inspiring, and he wished he could do more, but Wayne knew Eddie would appreciate it more than anything. Together they assembled the tree, fluffing its branches and arranging the lights just so. The plastic ornaments of red and green came next, each placed delicately on the small branches. In the end, the tree may not have been the most remarkable or extravagant, but it stood as a symbol of love, intention, and warmth. To Eddie, however, that mediocre tree outshone even the one towering in Rockefeller Center.

The winter had been relatively gentle, with more rain than snow. The days had been marked by a damp chill, with occasional flurries that melted away as soon as they touched the ground. However, on Christmas morning, a magical transformation occurred, as if the heavens had conspired to gift the world with a breathtaking surprise. A thick layer of white, pristine and untouched, covered everything in sight, transforming the familiar landscape into a winter wonderland. The trees, once bare and skeletal, now stood adorned with a heavy coat of snow, their branches bending under the weight of this unexpected gift. The rooftops of nearby trailers wore a thick layer of white. The streets, once dull and lifeless, now sparkled with a perfect layer of fluffy snow. Wayne was grateful for that. Christmas always felt more magical with snow, and if anyone deserved a little magic during the holidays, it was Eddie.

Eddie woke up that morning just as he had every day for the past few months. He sprawled out in his spacious bed, letting out a tired yawn as he desperately clung to the last traces of sleep. The cold seeped through the thin walls of his uncle's trailer, causing him to shiver as he huddled under layers of blankets for warmth. The thought of stepping out into the icy air made him cringe, preferring instead to stay cocooned in his makeshift fortress of comfort. Without the scent of coffee drifting into his bedroom from the kitchen, he would have been perfectly happy to stay wrapped up in his snug blankets. He stretched again, arms and legs poking out of the covers, timidly testing the chill in the air, surprised to find the temperature tolerable. His uncle must have turned the heat up a little higher than usual, although Eddie wasn’t sure why. Maybe the snow on the ground made the cold even more unbearable. Money was tight and the luxury of AC in the summer and heat in the winter was used sparingly. Nevertheless, Eddie was glad to not have to dress in layers just to hang around and watch TV.

Wayne sat comfortably on the couch, snuggled up in his cozy flannel robe, enjoying a sip from one of his numerous mugs, when Eddie made his way into the living room. White Christmas was on the television, strangely a favorite of his uncles and even Eddie had to admit he enjoyed the film even though he found a few of the musical numbers a little cheesy.

“Morning, son,” his uncle said with a smile, sliding two wrapped boxes across the surface of the coffee table. “Merry Christmas.”

Eddie stopped and blinked at the plainly wrapped gifts, unsure how to respond. He had spent years hearing his classmates at school excitedly discussing the magic of Christmas, each one returning from winter break boasting about the gifts they received from Santa or their parents. It seemed like a never-ending parade of stories about new toys, gadgets, and experiences that left him feeling left out and disconnected from the holiday spirit. There had never been a jolly big man in a red suit bringing him any gifts despite all the years of wishing and wishing. In fact, Eddie’s father made sure he knew that Santa, as well as all the other magical gift-giving beings the other kids spoke about, were bullshit. No one would ever bring him gifts, most of all his parents.

“A-are those mine?”

Wayne raised his brows and tossed a glance around before reaching to read the tag on each of the boxes. Finally, he shrugged.

“I don’t see anyone else in here with the name Eddie, do you?”

Eddie shook his head.

“Alright then, why don’t you go ahead and open ‘em?”

Excitement built slowly as reality began to settle and his grin was even slower, tinged with a hint of caution. He half-expected to suddenly snap awake in his own bed, rather than find himself in his uncle's living room with real Christmas presents waiting for him to open. “Whattaya waitin’ for, Ed?”

“Nothing,” Eddie assured his uncle, taking the smaller of the two boxes and situating himself cross-legged on the floor.

He opened that first gift slowly, savoring every tear of the brown paper, his smile growing wider with every piece he peeled away.

“Oh wow!” he beamed at the cassettes that fell from the packaging and onto the floor. “Black Sabbath and Iron Maiden!”

Wayne smirked and nodded, still sipping methodically from his cup of coffee.

“Yup, I know how much you enjoyed the show we went to back in October, thought you might like Iron Maiden too.”

“Cool,” Eddie said. “I’m sure I’ll love them. Thanks, Uncle Wayne!”

“Don’t thank me yet, ya got this one too.” Wayne pushed the second gift closer as he spoke.

As Eddie reached for his second gift, a little of his enthusiasm waned, guilt coming over him like a dark shadow. His uncle caught it right away.

“Ed? What’s wrong? Ain’t you gonna open it?”

“Yeah…I just—I feel bad.” Eddie confessed.

“You feel sick?”

Eddie shook his head, “No.”

“Then what is it, son? You can tell me.” There was a heavy line on his uncle's brow, heavy with concern.

“I didn’t get you anything,” Eddie said softly, guilt quickly overpowering all the joy he’d felt only a few minutes prior. “I would have gotten you something too, if I could have.”

Wayne’s posture wilted; his expression doleful as he patted the cushion next to him. Eddie stood and sat down, the springs in the old sofa squealing under his added weight. In his lap, his uncle's gift remained untouched, too excited to surrender it, too ashamed to open it.

“Son, you don’t owe me anything, okay? Having you here is a gift enough for me—knowin’ you’re safe and away from all that nastiness.”

Tears threatened to breach Eddie’s composure. He wasn’t used to such comforting kind words and hearing them was enough to bring the smile back to his face. Wayne smiled then too, reaching to give him a pat on the back, a gesture Eddie did his best not to shy away from. His uncle would never lay a hand on him the way his parents did.

“Now, open your other gift so we can have breakfast, I’m hungry.”

With newfound vigor, Eddie tore into his second gift, heedlessly tossing the paper aside with the rest of the trash. Suddenly, his entire body froze, and he was fighting back tears again. This time, however, they weren’t brought on by guilt or sadness. Eddie found himself completely overwhelmed with joy as he clutched his brand new books: The Hobbit and the entire trilogy of The Lord of the Rings.

“Now you don’t have to keep going to the library to read them,” Wayne said, his smile subtle but kind.

All Eddie felt was shock and happiness, left blinking between the books in his hand and his uncle, doing everything he could to keep the mist in his eyes from becoming tears of pure joy. Boys weren’t supposed to cry, at least that’s what his dad had pounded into his head over and over as he was growing up. Crying made you a wuss; Eddie didn’t want to be a wuss, not in front of his uncle.

“These are mine? To keep?” Eddie sniffled.

“Well sure, Ed.” Wayne nodded. “Books don’t only exist in libraries, y'know. You can buy ‘em and keep ‘em and read ‘em whenever you want.”

Words couldn’t adequately describe how happy Eddie felt. No one in his life had ever been so thoughtful and the feeling it rendered was more profound than he knew what to do with. Never had he felt so seen and so loved and so happy. Nothing was strong enough to hold back those tears.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie swiped at the tears on his cheek as they began to fall, feeling embarrassed.

“For what?”

“Crying,” Eddie said. “I know boys aren’t supposed to cry.”

Wayne frowned, “who told you that?”

“My dad…he said if I cried it made me a wuss.”

His uncle’s frown grew deeper.

“Never mind what your dad told you. There is nothing wrong with crying. And it absolutely doesn’t make you a wuss. People cry all the time: when they’re happy and when they’re sad. I’m hoping you crying now means you’re happy.”

A soft smile unfurled across Eddie’s face as he nodded.

“Yeah, I am.” Gingerly, he placed his new books next to his cassettes on the coffee table and wrapped his uncle in a long hug. “Thank you, Uncle Wayne. I love them—the tapes too.”

“You’re welcome, kiddo,” he said, hugging back just as tightly.

“I finally get to go back to school and tell the other kids all the cool things I got for Christmas!”

Suddenly, it looked like his uncle was about to cry too.

“You sure do,” Wayne said, pausing a moment to compose himself before continuing. “Now, how does French toast sound? Extra powdered sugar?”

“Oh! Yes!”

“Right on.” His uncle finished his cup of coffee in a couple gulps before making his way into the kitchen and firing up the stove.

Eddie sat on the couch, his eyes scanning the pages of his newly acquired books with an intensity that suggested he had stumbled upon a treasure trove. Each familiar word, each familiar map, seemed to captivate him as if he were discovering them for the very first time again. His fingers delicately turned the pages, as if afraid to disturb the magic that lay within. Wayne just smiled, placing his Walkman on the cushion next to his nephew so he could listen to his new tapes while he skimmed through all his favorite parts of his beloved books. For the first time in his life, Eddie understood all the holiday hype and was almost certain nothing would ever top his first-ever Christmas.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x original character #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #waintin' on the day

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shitouttabuck · 10 months ago

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fuck it friday

tagged by @devirnis @transboybuckley @exhuastedpigeon <3

hello! an anon asked me if i had any ideas for a spec fic about the bachelor party bedraggled suits situation, and now i have written some stuff combining that with the chris dating arc, so here is: bachelor party fake dating to do Date Behaviour Research so they can give chris accurate advice (my most nonsense one yet)

Buck may have miscalculated just how much suffering this faux-date night is going to put him through. His idea, brilliant and undetectably selfish in its ulterior motives, had seemed perfect at the time. Solving Christopher’s problem, check. Spending an evening getting to say and do all the stuff he dreams about saying and doing with his best friend-slash-inconvenient love of his life, check. Not having to worry that all that saying and doing ruins their relationship because Eddie will assume it’s all part of the agreed upon act, check. Not letting his heart run away with it, not check, because—well, in all his daydreaming about what he might get to say and do to Eddie, he didn’t really stop to consider what Eddie might say and do to him, and just how that would end up feeling. Because it feels good. It feels so good. He’d prepared himself for the certainty that Eddie would look fucking fantastic tonight, because Eddie could show up in a burlap sack and Buck would be dropping to his knees given any kind of permission, so when the door had opened to Eddie standing before him, cheeks pinker than the pastel suit he had on, in a white tank top made of some kind of delicate fucking lace, Buck had been hit with it like a steam engine, but he’d been prepared. Then Eddie kissed him—on his cheek, polite thanks, nothing more—and Buck came to the sobering realisation that feeling this good is a rollercoaster climb for him, because, like some kind of hench Cinderella, he only gets it for the night, and the comedown… the comedown is going to suck spectacularly.

tagging @onward--upward @jeeyuns @eddiebabygirldiaz @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @anakinfallen @butchdiaz @chronicowboy @try-set-me-on-fire @rewritetheending @buckactuallys @athenagranted i know it’s late sorry but please consider this a tag for whatever day it is where you are! <3

#baby’s first multiple POV fic!!!!! yeehaw #no spoilers because i started writing this before 7x01 dropped #and i will change some things to keep it canon adjacent but. mostly the same #wip

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spookyvalentine · 2 years ago

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I’m Commander Shepard,

L to R: Mercy, Stellan and Truce

they/them pronouns only please

‼️ 🔥 ART BY @pyxchta 🔥‼️

stellan: talking a million miles a minute about water pumps, shiala, their turtle, zhu’s hope, shiala’s flowers, keeping sourdough starter alive through all these years, aquaculture (oysters in particular), shiala’s biceps, regenerative agriculture, their cousins tilly and scott, and also their wife, shiala…

mercy n truce, making eye contact over Stellan’s head, clearly both thinking the same thing: tiny

MERCY SHEPARD

earthborn / sole survivor / sentinel / renegon

romance: kasumi

likes: music, anything physical like dance and sports, racing cars. fresh fruit. a good heist. getting to know people

wears: usually issued pants and boots, simple sweatshirt. occasional leather jacket, rare suit. big fan of fuzzy socks they’d normally only wear a tank like this on on the ship, but as @acrylicsalts-inspo pointed out… the gun show 🙈

dies at the end

fun fact: even though anderson won mercy a plea deal (alliance enlistment rather than a prison sentence), hackett takes it a step farther and threatens kasumi’s safety for mercy’s compliance

fun fact: mercy and kasumi met on earth as teens n were very close. until just before mercy’s eighteenth birthday they did a lot of hits together. they reunite in me2, over a decade later, and fall in love. my brain is currently rotting over them right now,, we in the pits fam

au’s!! 🙈: crimelord, sports coach, white collar

STELLAN SHEPARD

colonist / war hero / engineer / paragon

romance: shiala

likes: kepesh yakshi, fixing things, aquatic plants, kayaking

wears: like a walking carhartt duluth catalogue, but also likes jeans and shiala’s old sports teams jackets that are big and comfy on them (like rn)

joined the alliance to be a science officer/part of the engineer corps, not to be a military commander

fun fact: stellan lost their arm in an accident w farming equipment at age ten—tinkers over their prosthetic with their cousins tilly and scott (ryder)

fun fact: gets soft and a lil chubby with retirement—farm strong, but also really well fed on fresh bread and jam and butter and honey wine and thick yogurt and hearty stews and fruit beers, grilled veggies and smoked cheeses…

TRUCE SHEPARD

spacer / ruthless / infiltrator / paragade

romance: EDI

likes: really really good oil pastels and colored pencils. making the impossible shot. getting to check out local galleries and museums

wears: very muted neutrals, the occasional pastel. even if they’re wearing something casual it’s a monochrome outfit, which makes them always look a little formal. at minimum, put together.

wanted to run away to become a portraitist. when they wake up in me2, truce discovers their parents sold and published all of their private sketchbooks

fun fact: clone of their dead older brother, john. he died in the first contact wars, in the middle of a meteoric rise

fun fact: their baby sister Ruth, is also a clone of their dead brother John. Born on Truce’s sixteenth birthday. Truce dotes upon her

THANK YOU AGAIN @pyxchta seriously yall go check out her work, go commission her, it was an amazing experience and my heart is still bursting at how damn well she translated my word salad into ART

#you can tell they’re gay bc they’re all wearing turtlenecks and cuffed pants #🤡🙈#look it them it’s my sheps it’s like actually them 🥹#I don’t know how I’ll ever shut up about this I’m real sorry y’all #oc: mercy shepard #oc: stellan shepard #oc: truce shepard #themshep #commander shepard #mass effect

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sweetlilremi · 1 year ago

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hihihi!!! i’m curious for 2, 11, and 14 from the agere ask game !!

— @doedreams-and-honey

2. Uhh, I actually only have 5! They’re all super important to me as all apart from one were gifts from my family members💛 i used to have around 20, but they’re in storage somewhere :[

11. I haven’t really thought about it! Hmm, I guess my ideal little day would be spent cuddling with my cg, watching tim burton and disney movies. There’d also have to be colouring together, her reading me stories and doing jigsaws/puzzles together!! (puzzles are my favourite ^^)

14. I do not have an ‘aesthetic’ per say! i like all the stereotypical pastels and cutesy things, but then again it’s not my what my personal regression is like. My ‘aesthetic’ i guess is quite unique to how life was for me when i was younger. If i could sum it up: The ‘nostalgic’ feel of typical childrens media from 2011-2016. Shows like Pajanimals and Waybuloos, Thomas the Tank Engine, those soft sleepy fuzzy vibes- if that makes sense :]

Thank you for participating in my ask game !!

#✰remi’s kiddo stuff ✰#agere blog #safe agere #sfw agere #sfw little blog #age regression #agere #agere little #sfw littlespace #agerespace

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lettalady · 2 years ago

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I've had a moment from Turn's prehistory stuck in my head that doesn't quite fit with the prompt of Weekend What Ifs. Just a moment that doesn't quite have a place in the story unfolding... and yet... that ask you sent @sidebysideinsilence got me wondering what of the story would or could change and he started talking about moments. Not moments that would shift but just... Moments.

He never even saw it coming, right till the moment his mother turned to him and volun-told him that he'd be her chauffer the rest of the day. Something to do with finding something in one of her cars that he'd not asked before borrowing. Maybe something about leaving no gas in the tank.

Whatever.

Point is he's stuck thrumming his fingers on the steering wheel while she runs errands. They'd already picked up her dry cleaning. He's pretty sure she's run out of ideas at this point. A gallery? What's she want from an art gallery? It's a waste of his day, a waste of his time.

He glances at the clock again and snorts. This is stoopid with two ohs!

Huffing out another suffering breath he adjusts how he's sitting in the driver's seat, taking a firm grip of the wheel with both hands before pressing his body back into the designer leather. His mother's business is thriving and she's pouring her earnings into --

Oh.

That's why they're here. She's grabbing a trophy piece for her office, or for the entryway of the family home. If she wants to throw money around he's more than happy to help. He cuts the engine and jumps out, circling the vehicle and crossing quickly to the entrance of the gallery.

He spots his mother quickly. Hears her first before spying that pastel pantsuit. She's parading around with a few eager looking men following in her wake.

And then he sees a familiar face, turned and watching the show his mother is putting on with a detached amusement of someone unaware they're being observed. Ha. He huffs under his breath and beelines - not towards his mother but this unexpected surprise. He fucked her once or twice before he graduated, but that's not what he remembers about her. She would have been shuffled in with the rest of the conquests, logged in under location - where they lived and where they'd fucked - but she'd managed something the rest hadn't. It wasn't that she'd given as good as she got. That wasn't it.

He squints at Baltimore, library stacks & frat party trying to put his finger on it. Was it cause she'd laughed at his 'doe-eyed daisies' or never looked at him in that way. He's no closer now to figuring it out than he was when he graduated and put everything about school behind him.

Mother'll get her trophy from this place and he just might come away with one too. "Hey. Wanna get outta here?"

"Ransom."

That she jumps at his appearance and approach brings a laugh shifting up and out of him. That she remembers his name, even after a few years, makes him tip his head up and study her a little closer. Is it just cause his mother is wandering around the gallery that she remembers him? Was the appointment scheduled and he was just the last to know - or is this the sign of feelings.

He tips his eyebrows up as she recovers and flits her attention briefly away from him. Tracking every other body in the place, from the other clientele to the others doing their best to sell the shit, she takes a few seconds before landing her focus on him again.

"I forgot you're from here."

"Uh huh."

She narrows her eyes at him and waits a breath before speaking again, "I'm working I can't just -" Her voice pitches up slightly higher and she rearranges her features in a quick blink-and-you'd-miss-it maneuver. Baltimore has shifted from someone familiar to a salesperson. "- an account for you, too, Mr. Drysdale?"

The formality makes him even more determined to get his trophy. Today. Now. He's not leaving without at least the promise of it from her lips. Ransom's grin is slow to appear but sharp as a knife. "Might need a guided tour into this world."

#a turn of the knife related #don't really know how or why Ransom decided to tell me about the first day he saw GG in the gallery #or the randomness of that encounter. but here we are #imagine ransom drysdale #imagine hugh ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale imagine

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nightmaremp · 15 days ago

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The City of the Night: You're Not a Monster, Love. Ch 4: Snacks After Work

The day soon turned into night. It was time to head home. Roy and Max left the theater and decided to head to a local gas station for snacks. The two stop at a gas station called “Jupiter’s Gas and Snacks.” It was one of the best gas stations in the city.

Roy stops at one of the gas pumps. He needed to get gas anyway. The emerald green haired male hopped out of the car. He grabbed the pump and placed it into the pipe that led to the fuel tank. Roy had to stand there a bit to keep an eye on the pump.

Max waited on the inside of the truck since he and his twin always get snacks together. It was like a small tradition. The emerald green haired male saw a carriage go by. The carriage was being pulled by two Scutosaurus. The Scutosaurus were these huge reptiles with a heavy spiked head and bony armor. The reptiles were a dust green shade.

They were herbivores. The Scutosaurus are often used to pull carriages in cities. The bony armor reptiles aren’t scared of cars or any machine like any other herbivores. The carriage moves by as Max watches. The emerald green haired male let out a soft sigh as he looked over to the other side of the truck.

Roy had finished filling up the gas tank of the truck. The engine of the vehicle was actually made from water and a type of flower. All vehicles and machines run on this liquid. The flower used for the gas is called Sun Down Daisy. The plant is found in the mountains of the Sunshine Mountains. Some farms had been built on the mountains to grow the flowers and ship them to plants to be turned into gas. The gas is safe for the air of the world and also helps with the growth of some plants.

The twin brother opened the door of the truck and poke his head in. “Ready to head inside?” asked Roy.

“Yep” replied Max before he got out of the truck. The brothers head inside to the gas station. When the two got inside, Max headed to the candy rack that was kept in the front.

Roy on the other hand, went to the coolers to grab a drink. The emerald green haired male picks out a sweet drink. The drink was a strawberry blossom. It was a sweet drink that wasn’t strong. The packing of the sweet drink was a medium size glass bottle. The paper label was covered in a protective layer of plastic wrap around the bottle. The label was a strawberry pink color with a picture of a white bunny in a strawberry dress.

Meanwhile with his twin brother, Max was trying to choose some candy to buy. He can’t lie that he has a huge sweet tooth. The emerald green haired male was holding three small bags of candy. One bag was gummy worms. The second was some jaw breakers and the third was cherry flavor bubble gum.

Max spotted an old candy that he remembered Roy used to eat when they were kids. It was honeycomb gummies. He always dislikes the honey taste of the gummies but Roy loves them to death. The packeting of the sweets was a pastel yellow with a cute short faced bear mascot on it. Max picks up a bag of the honeycomb gummies for his twin.

After the twins pick up snacks and drinks, they both pay for the stuff before heading back to the truck. The two got into the truck and headed home. On the ride home, Max was eating some gummy worms. Roy kept on driving to their home. The city lights made the black sky look dark purple. Stars in the sky shine brighter than any diamond.

When the twins got home, Max headed inside to his room with his snacks in his hands. Roy let out a chuckle before heading into his bedroom. He had put his snack and drink up for tomorrow. The emerald green haired male closes the door behind him.

His bedroom was neat and clean unlike his brother’s bedroom. Roy sat down on the edge of the bed for a moment. He let out a soft sigh. The twin looked out of the window of his room. It was a half moon tonight. The emerald green haired male heard some calls of the wolves of the area. Their howls are like music to Roy’s ears. He let out a soft hum. The emerald green haired male has heard some tales surrounding wolves.

Wolves were a symbol of leaders who protect their packs. The species is often used as a symbol of the Goddess of Protectiveness, Terentia. The goddess is known for her strength and loyalty to her people. Roy remembers his mother always telling a story of Terentia before bed when he and Max were little.

#the city of the night series #the city of the night #original story #original character #own world #own world building #own story #ocs #my ocs #Max (City of the Night)#Roy (City of the Night)#Terentia (City of the Night)

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pentag · 6 months ago

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🟣Multiverstar Modded - Update 3.0: Forming of the Fleet - Now live!

The mod pack has been updated

All of the newly added mods are now included in Multiverstar Modded Mod pack . Please update your local mod pack by pressing “Subscribe to all” before connecting to the server!

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New expansion

New playable species

Alta

Arachne

Indix

Kobold

Kyterrans

Lastree

Mannikin

Nightars

NostOS

Ryophi

Skelekin

Squamaeft

New character creation options

More Idle poses

Bright Orcana Colors

Bunnykin Pastel Colours ADD

Vibrant Colours for Bunnykin ADD

Arcana's Human Hairstyle

Arcana's Aegi Hairstyle

Arcana's Kitsune Hairstyle

More Slime Hairs (Only Add)

New Avali content

Avali Plus

Avali Augments And Assorments: Revisited

Better Ships - Avali Walls

Avali mannequin

New clothing and armor mods

Dresses n Skirts Pack

Suits n Stuff Pack

Scientist Outfit Pack

Skittle's Christmas Goodies

Wings and Things

New Protectorate Gear

Expanded Protectorate Gear

Tacticool Gear Pack

HOUND Fashion 0.9.3

New wigs

Skittles Ultimate Wig Pack

Empress Wigs - ANY VERSION

Demon Horns Wig Variations and Hairstyle

Cyberpunk Stylist (Wigs & Hairstyles)

New weapon mods

Expanded Magnorbs

Swords Unite: Durandal

Swords Unite: Ferozium Katana

Swords Unite: Violium Katana

Swords Unite: Solarium Saber

Solarium Cannon

Adaptive Coffee Launcher

Tommy Guns

The Dyeable Flamethrower Mod

Tanks!

New functionality

Capture's Pod (The pet system from Pandora's Box)

Craftable Concoctions

Cosmetic drinks

Field Control Technology

Planet Search

Planet Transponder

Quantum Stable Item Frames

The Bookstore (Also sells official server lore!)

Universal Liquid Source (Normally unobtainable, only spawnable!)

New alternative crafting stations and reskins

New blocks and platforms

Better Chains, Alternative

Engine Blocks & Cables [Updated IDs]

Extra Materials

Platform Hatches

New decoration

Neki Furniture - Standalone

Tidalbelt's Astronomical Models

Unwrecked: Refurbished Goods

Vertical Ship Thrusters

More Teasets

Because just tea sets are not enough!

New food and drinks

A Freakin Noodle Vendor

Coolesterol - Stuff for machines to vend

Diabetuus - Stuff for machines to vend

New Frackin' Music addons

Arcana Frackin Music Addon

Maple Music Fracking Addon

Quality of Life changes

Peacekeeper Space Station Teleporters

Refinery Expansion

Extras

Give the avian oculemonade

Solarium Fishing Rod (and lure and reel)

Terramart employee change?!

Looks like the Floran got bored of her job. An Avian has taken over.

Lots of fixes and changes to ensure the best possible player experience!

Yes, growing bubbulbs in a growing tray no longer crashes the game. :)

Please note that not all of the above mods' contents will be available on Multiverstar Modded due to legal and community reasons!Unavailable items show up in-game as a "Perfectly Unavailable Item".

For the full list of added mods, check out https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=3044400052

We have a new Spawn!

Many thanks to Dex, Zeta and Chronos for having built it!

Quick Start - Patches

Updated BYOS - Multiversal megapatch

Updated Multiverstar Modded - SIP megapatch

Unlinked the Tanz Lighting Overhaul patches collection. If you were using those patches, please unsubscribe from them and use the one below!

Added:

Quick Start - Wardrobe patches

Added a large amount of addons

Quick Start - Instant Crafting Patches

Added SCS Stations: Instant Crafting Add-on

Quick Start - Other

Added Planet Search

#starbound #modded starbound #multiplayer #online multiplayer #multiverstar modded #game server #update post #update #announcement #steam workshop #starbound modding #quick start #patch #patch notes

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YOU 🫵 SHARE YOUR FAVORITE GANGRUST HCS.

oki!!

Lube is a cryptid thing taking the form of a train, he is of unknown age. In spite of this, he managed to fall in love with three train boys that wriggled their ways into his heart and compelled him to give up his immortality so he wouldn't have to watch them die.

Gear has had a colorful past, namely because he was not born in a normal yard, but in a scrapyard. He has quite a bit of trauma from this, but his bfs are very devoted to helping him through it. He's still somewhat feral tho, but that makes him more fun!

Tank is the definition of a gentle giant. He is sweet and soft, with a love for feminine things. He's big enough to carry all his bfs, but he'd rather nap and snuggle than do too much lifting.

Rusty, the boy, managed to get three hawt bfs, and I love that for him.

#starlight express #stex #gangrust #lube the cryptid engine #gear the feral engine #tank the pastel engine #rusty the steam train

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pastelicmelodydreamic · 7 months ago

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so if youre wondering what i accept and not accept and yes request are open for aesthetic pfps and wallpapers i will make 6 of them and 3 for wallpapers

what do i allowed: catch teenieping,rollie pollie ollie, komi witch lara,animal mechanicals,chi chi land, the airport diary,bolts and blip,bubble bubble marin,sprunki,piny institude of new york,dive olly dive,the adventures of massey ferguson,AK magical girls,rob the robot,aikatsu,pretty series,batwheels,precure,finley the fire engine,robot trains,the adventures of chuck and friends,super wings,robocar poli,tayo the little bus,object shows(except goanimate object shows and object terror),veggietales,jewelpet,kirby,sitting ducks,bang dream,d4dj,love live,mewkledreamy,krew,flowering heart,titipo titipo,mermaid melody,hatsune miku and project sekai,girls x heroine,banjo-kazooie,fire emblem,xenoblade chronicles,show by rock,winx club,lolirock,sanrio,1998 bob the builder,roary the racing car,ever after high,totally spies,shining star,lapis re: lights,gogobus,angel's friends,underground ernie,auto b good,vroomiz,regal academy,ricky zoom,go go cory carson,blaze and the monster machines,chuggington, cars, tokyo mew mew,thomas the tank engine and friends,budgie the little helicopter,princess pring,dream street,rilu rilu fairilu, secret jouju,jungle junction,busy buses,ojamajo doremi,balala the fairies,heroes of the city, olly the little white van,go go dino, meteor and the mighty trucks,rainbow bubblegem,trains animated series, elias the rescue boat,little robots,the stinky and dirty show, sailor moon,brum, nekopara,robotboy, puella magica madoka,fire engine ray, love and berry dress up and dance,city of friends, idolmaster,the haunted house anime,tea tea cherry,pororo the little penguin,tractor tom, sofy ruby, engie benjy, hime chen lipri, AKB0048, H2O just add water and mermaid adventures, pelle the police car,K-ON,luminary tears,legends of sparx, firehouse tales,jim henson's construction site,king of prism,ensemble stars,onegai my melody, shugo chara,go go vehicle zoo,is the order a rabbit?,idolish7,monster high,trucktown,barbie franchise,theodore tugboat,pastel memories,rev and roll, lucky star,planes,cardcaptor sakura,tugs, pop pixie, w.i.t.c.h and sofia the first

what i dont accept: my little pony all gens,topsy and tim,the diddleys(vehicle cartoon),mighty express,all engines go,go buster,cocomelon,rule 34,zombie land saga,flower fairy,fetish,sydney sailboat,jay jay the jet plane,breadbarbershop,the loud house,horrid henry,horror movies,teen titans go,banana goat pig cricket,secret mountain fort awesome and more

feel free to ask for requests

i hope you have a wonderful time in dreamyverse

#winxclub #requests

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blogposts004 · 2 years ago

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Hobby India Founders

In the fast-paced world that we live in, it's essential to take a break from our daily routine and indulge in activities that bring joy and creativity to our lives. The founders of Hobby India, Vaibhav, Shruti, and Khyati Sutariya, realized this and turned their passion for art and craft into a business that caters to the creative needs of people in India.

In this article, we will take a closer look at Hobby India, its products, and the people behind the brand.

Introduction to Hobby India

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Hobby India was founded in 2014 by Vaibhav Sutariya, Shruti Sutariya, and Khyati Sutariya. The founders noticed a gap in the market for art and craft supplies and decided to fill it by creating a brand that offers a wide range of products at affordable prices. Since then, the brand has grown to become a household name in the art and craft industry in India.

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Art Supplies: Hobby India offers a wide range of art supplies that includes paints, brushes, canvas, sketchbooks, pastels, and more. These products are of high quality and are perfect for professional artists as well as hobbyists.

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DIY Kits: Hobby India also offers DIY kits that include everything one needs to create a specific project. These kits are perfect for those who are new to art and craft or want to try something new.

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The People Behind Hobby India

The founders of Shark Tank Hobby India, Vaibhav, Shruti, and Khyati Sutariya, are siblings who turned their passion for art and craft into a successful business. Vaibhav and Khyati are both engineers, while Shruti is a management graduate. Despite their academic backgrounds, they were passionate about art and craft and decided to pursue their dreams by creating a brand that caters to the needs of people who share their passion.

Vaibhav Sutariya is the CEO of Hobby India. He is responsible for the overall strategy and operations of the company. Vaibhav has a background in engineering and worked in the software industry before founding Hobby India.

Shruti Sutariya is the COO of Hobby India. She is responsible for the day-to-day operations of the company. Shruti has a background in management and worked in the finance industry before founding Hobby India.

Khyati Sutariya is the CMO of Hobby India. She is responsible for the marketing and branding efforts of the company. Khyati has a background in engineering and worked in the software industry before founding Hobby India.

Together, the Sutariya siblings bring their unique strengths and expertise to the table, making Hobby India a well-rounded and successful brand.

The Philosophy of Hobby India

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The Growth of Hobby India

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The brand's commitment to quality and customer service has helped it build a loyal customer base, and Hobby India's social media platforms have become a go-to destination for art and craft inspiration and tutorials.

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Hobby India's marketing and branding efforts have played a significant role in the brand's growth and success. The brand's social media presence on platforms like Instagram, Facebook, and YouTube has helped it build a strong community of art enthusiasts. Hobby India's social media platforms are a hub for art and craft inspiration, tutorials, and contests, keeping its customers engaged and informed.

The brand has also collaborated with various artists and influencers to promote its products and services. Hobby India's collaborations with popular artists have helped it reach a wider audience and attract new customers. The brand's partnership with NGOs for social causes has also helped it build a positive image and create a strong brand identity.

Hobby India's commitment to quality and customer service has helped it build a loyal customer base, and the brand's efforts to create a community of like-minded individuals have helped it create a strong brand image. Hobby India's continued growth and success are a testament to the Sutariya siblings' passion for art and craft and their commitment to providing excellent products and services.

Conclusion

Hobby India's founders, Vaibhav Sutariya, Shruti Sutariya, and Khyati Sutariya, have built a successful brand that is committed to providing high-quality art and craft supplies to make creativity accessible to everyone.

The brand's philosophy of giving back to society and inspiring people to pursue their hobbies and passions has helped it build a loyal customer base and create a community of like-minded individuals.

Hobby India's marketing and branding efforts have played a significant role in the brand's growth and success, and its commitment to quality and customer service has helped it build a positive brand image. With its continued growth and commitment to quality, Hobby India is set to become a leader in the art and craft industry in India.

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