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astracora · 4 months ago

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The Cat Curse - MC Edition - Chapter 2

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: Some hurt/lots of comfort, semi-canon compliant heart condition, spoilers for current story release (Small mentions of Sylus bond up to 102 and all of Sylus' currently released content), small references to the other boys stories.

Word Count: 4391

Written: 24th December 2024

Notes: New relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs (this time with group chat), with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in. Unnamed MC, but using my personal MC's basic appearance and adjusted backstory. I take some liberties with what the game offers me.

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Sylus is nothing if not driven. Once he has a task, he will carry it out, and finish it. Sometimes his drive scares you, because he seems to be unperturbed by everything, no fear and no hesitation.

So after you've eaten and slept, curled up in the safe cage of his arms, and feel less like the outside world wants to sink its blooded fangs into you... he drags the both of you back to the cafe.

It's late at night and it shouldn't be open, but rules have never been set with Sylus, and he ignores them at will. Especially, you're learning, when it comes to you. Thankfully an OTTO is still floating about the place, and answers your questions...

Kind of.

"I stress THEM out? They cursed ME!" You grind your teeth as the two of you leave the cafe. When the boys had been cursed, they'd had to work their sentence... you had been told, none too kindly, that the cats would be more stressed by your presence.

More stressed by you. Than Sylus. A man who used to pick them up with his mist and hiss back at them if they annoyed him.

All you'd done was pet them, maybe... hold on for too long to your chest. For two straight hours... even when it began to wriggle. You glare at the man beside you who is chuckling to himself at your hissing, "All I did was cuddle them!"

"They're overworked and underpaid, kitten, what do you expect?"

You hiss again, low at the back of your throat and sniff, turning your head away and walking steps ahead of him. "You're enjoying this." It comes out with more venom than you mean it to, and you halt as he takes your hand, quickly to pull you back, easing the tension out of your spine with a large warm hand.

"Not when you're in pain, kitten." Your tail droops and you sniff him, slumping against him, "You just have to hold out, you're not going to do it alone."

You're not one for being affectionate in public, you'll hold hands, but that took a while to get you there, and you'll sometimes lean and cling to arms when you've had a little to drink, but anything more was new... and you were private. Worn out, though, you find comfort from Sylus' presence and fall into his arms easily now. A little safer, a little less on edge, knowing he will not let anything hurt you.

"Plus," his uneven heart beats against your ear, "I quite like your new attachments. They're honest."

You blink up at him, just as you feel his fingers rub at the base of your tail.

It's a jolt of pure hot lightning right up your spine, arching up, butt pushed into his hand chasing it, hand tightening in his shirt, and a moan, more like a purr, escapes you. Embarrassment hits then, and you cover your mouth quickly, fleeing his hands.

Sylus' eyes are wide as they stare at you. Molten and captivated, and his cheeks have a small tinge of pink. He looks down at his hand for a moment, then back at you, "Like that." He says on an exhale, but his voice is a little shakier than you're used to, and you aren't sure how to respond.

He takes your hand from your mouth, and entwines your fingers, leading the two of you back to your apartment, but he looks at you with a canine peaking out of his lips and leans in to husk in your head, "Information to be filed away for later."

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You're sulking, well. Almost. He was cooking, trying to make something more substantial for you to eat. If you were fed, rested and watered, he knew the overstimulation would be easier to manage. You had asked him if you could help...

"Are you going to get fur in the food?"

You'd blinked, looking down at the tail swishing behind you, kicking up long fur wherever it went, and ducked your head, "I... can't promise I won't."

He'd kissed the top of your head, and sat you down at the counter, away from his food prep, and with your music quietly playing in the background. He's used to you chafing if you can't be useful, worrying at the edges of your heart to earn something. He's tried many things in the past, offering deals in return for things he wishes to give you, bribing you for time spent, trying to make it a transaction you can calculate evenly.

At the end of the day, he was just putting a plaster on the issue. You just had to accept he loved you, and wanted to do things for you.

"Just keep me company."

You'd nervously nodded, and sat watching him for a while, before speaking, "What was having a tail like for you?"

The knife almost clatters out of his hands, he catches it in mist before it truly leaves it, and rights himself as quickly as he can. A second, but a second too long. He looks over at you, your head titled, ears pointed straight up, flicking towards him to catch anything he might say.

"My tail?" He clarifies, because he knows memories aren't easily gained back... and truthfully part of him doesn't actually want you to gain them back. He worries about who you are now, and how you'd handle the influx. Betrayal and hurt. Revenge that drove you into the arms of a fiend. There was good in your heart then, but it had been crushed out quickly in favour of a weapon for corrupt zealots. He doesn't want to see the you, while flawed and still hurting, crushed of the good in you now. Yet another little treacherous part of him... it wants you to remember every moment that you spent teaching him love. He wants you to remember the name you gave him.

It's a small part though, because you're here, now, and you love him still.

"Yeah, when they cursed you. You seemed to-" you grab your tail and try to shove it under your leg to stop its movement, "control yours better than Raffy or me."

He relaxes, nods a little to himself and resumes his work, "You and the fish aren't honest enough, the tail's working overtime." He catches you blink, look down at yourself and then frown, before adding, "I just got used to mine because I had to, I suppose." It's not a lie. He had to learn quickly... and alone, and even then it wasn't quick enough.

He just can't tell you that it was the scaled tail that taught him. You have to get there on your own, if you ever do.

"So if I'm more honest, it will calm down?"

He chuckles, "Heart and soul, Kitten."

You run your fingers through the end of your tail and sink into silence, so he leaves you be. Your mind is a place he wishes he could explore without hurting, he's used his evol on you once, at the very start... he has no intentions of digging anymore. Pain is not something he wants to inflict on you, he wants to offer you every desire and all the world's pleasure. So he waits for you to share insights into the workings of your mind, even if those insights baffle and confuse him... more than they help build the puzzle of you that he keeps in his chest.

He flicks through the recipe he’s following, to make stew, and sees the notifications on the group chat popup. Then hears soft laughter from you, when he reaches a point where he just has to watch the pot, he opens his phone.

He catches the apple you throw at him with ease, chuckling to himself as he puts his phone back down, stirring the pot. “See, kitten?”

You fidget in your seat, looking up at him with wavering eyes, guilty but there’s a glimmer there. “Yeah. I do.” He watches you, as you stroke your tail with your hand, head tilting, “I hope this doesn’t happen again, but if it does, I’ll tell you.”

Sylus doesn’t respond, he simply nods, and gets back to helping feed your hunger, as well as your heart.

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Sylus knows the nature of a tail fairly well, his own before was a great tool and a weapon. In it’s, and his, kinder moments, it was a good way to hold you close to him. Feel your heart beating under scales. An action that seemed possessive by nature, rather than soft, as using his hand might have been. Even with his claws. His rarely betrayed him, except for when it curled around you when he was tired and sought your greedy soul pressed to his, but yours… it betrays your emotions constantly.

It is a constant warmth around his wrist, or his ankle, or his waist. Whichever is closest or easiest to reach. He’s not used to you being so honest with your body, it is your words, forced through a tight throat, that explain your feelings mostly. This is a change. It’s not unwelcome, though you frown everytime you realise what is happening. Grabbing at the betraying limb, and trying to keep it contained.

He’d eased your hand away, rubbed at your knuckles with his thumb, and shook his head. Allowing you to seek out the comfort you needed, though your hand had still twitched to pull it back, eventually you had stopped trying to fight it. Relieved everytime your tail touched his skin and grounded you.

Sylus wants to touch your ears. It seems only fair, after you pet his. Disgruntled and pleased as he was for you to send jolts of lightning down his spine and through his skin. Sylus believes, you owe him one. Just this once. He’s been avoiding them for a while, whenever he touches you, as he soothes your skin with his touch. If he brushes your tail it is light, pressing too heavy results in your back arching and moans out of your mouth that make him feel dry mouthed and starving.

He’s seen many cats, he has lovingly called you kitten for a long time. Curious and chaotic, though prone to scratching and hissing to protect yourself. He’s pet cats in the street, seen them pleased and rubbing themselves against him at the right pressure between the ears.

He wants to see you like that.

You relax, tail flicking, curling and twitching. He lies with you, watching a movie on the too small television in your apartment. The volume is low enough your ears don’t constantly swivel, and he has better hearing than most anyway. You lay on him, as you watch, head pillowed against his chest, and irregular heartbeat under your ear.

As you focus, humming along to one of the songs, he reaches gentle hands to your hair. First soothing strands, and then rubbing at the base of your ears. The keen he gets in response, and the way you bite down on the fabric of his shirt, makes him twitch. Overheated even for him. For a moment, you look like you’re debating running away. Tail upright, ears pinned, eyes spearing him. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He promises into the side of your head, and it’s one of the truest things he’s ever said. Cherish you, and devour you, but he won’t hurt you. You are the one who can hurt him, after all, and how glad he is for that certainty.

Your tail lays back down, and this time you nuzzle into his hand, “I trust you.” A song he never thought he’d hear from your lips when you were reacquainted. It sings into his soul, and he takes his pleasure from yours. Petting his kitten, soothing your ears, scratching along your back and base of your tail. You wriggle atop him, unable to hold yourself back. Purring a storm against his chest, hand clawing at him like you’re trying to knead.

There is also the manner of your fangs. One hand traces the line of your cheek, brushing over your lips, and you bite at his fingers. Chasing them in your bliss. None too gently, but not enough to draw blood.

The shock snaps you back, and you apologise, but he’s staring at the marks on his finger with a thrum in his veins. Sparking in hunger. He tilts your head to look at him, and presses his fingers against your closed lips. “If you want the mark to stay, you have to bite harder.” Your eyes widen, blinking at him, but instead you open your mouth to lick his fingers. Moving to where you bit, and laving over it.

His skin prickles, itches, burns, aches. Pain is familiar, whatever you offer is always new. The movie is truly forgotten, as he returns the favour. His marks, however, will stick around for a few days at least. He notices, later, in his pleased haze… that there are some from you, right over his heart.

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You understand now why Sylus was grabbing at seagulls, something in your brain, an instinct you didn’t want, is urging you to watch birds. You want to swat and grab, and barely hold yourself back. The faster they move, the more they flap, the harder it gets to hold yourself back. Your balcony is the perfect place to watch them, warm under the sun, as your traitorous body clicks and hisses when they get too close. Alone in the apartment, while Sylus goes shopping for supplies, you have Mephie for company.

Who frankly… seems wary at best. He has offered you a feather to play with, as though that will appease you and keep you from trying to eat him. “I’m not going to bite you Mephie, I promise…” You can’t promise you wont swat at him though. It’s unnerving, having such little control over your impulses. You are relieved when he finally settles, and even more so when he joins you in your game. Moving your discomfort, and embarrassment into playful glee, as you both click and clack at visiting birds.

Eventually the game grows boring, fickle and done until you find something new to do. Mephie rests on your shoulder, and has taken to helping you groom the fur around your ears that blends into your hair. Soothing the mess and in return, you fuss beneath his wing. It’s hard to imagine the time you had met Mephie, and Sylus by extension, wary and full of hatred. Righteous anger snarling through your chest. Now they bring safety and comfort, and a feeling of coming home to roost.

Eventually the sun eases the both of you into sleep. You lay down with Mephie resting in the curl of your tail, and are nudged awake very gently. A hand holding your cheek and lips at your forehead. “Sy-” You purr, waking slowly and pleasantly into his arms, “Hey.” Tired, you are always softer, not as aware of the world. Edges rounded. You nuzzle into his warmth, “Missed you.”

“Me too kitten. How are you feeling?” His answer is you forcing him to sit, as you climb into his lap, face in his neck and drifting back into the call of slumber. Big, lazy, feline, on the best bed you’ve ever found. You hear Mephie complain as his warm blanket disappears, and hear a huffed, “They’re mine, Mephisto.” But you’re comfortable, and warm, and sleep pulls you back under too quickly.

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There’s cat fur everywhere, and while you would love a pet cat, you didn’t realise just how bad the shedding would be. Admittedly you are a… very large cat. With very long fur. You cannot stop sneezing, you’re not allergic, you think, but the fur truly does get everywhere you look. Sylus chuckles as you rub at your nose, and after you’ve attached your prosthetic, the two of you get to cleaning.

Sylus is one of those people… you expect to have someone for everything. A cleaner, a chef, a personal valet. You’d realised that he was too untrusting, and every new person was a risk, better to minimise anyone who could cause trouble in his day to day. He’d learned languages to keep his deals contained, he had learned to cook, though you weren’t aware he mostly learned to do that for you, and he cleaned without complaint, because any task with you was worth doing.

Well, he mostly helped you. When he wasn’t finding new things around your apartment to look at, nosing his way through your belongings.

“What’s this?”

“A candle lamp.”

“This?”

“An old Christmas ornament.”

You rarely got to see this side of him, curious and poking around. You supposed he’d never really taken the time to look through your things. He’d definitely wanted to, you remember the first time he entered your apartment, nose flaring and eyes darting around. Like it was full of treasures, and he wanted to claim them.

Instead, he’d held himself back, and been careful not to touch anything, as though it was all fragile, and he was a destructive bull.

He soon plucked a photo album out of your book case, and started to flick through as you swept up a mountain of fur, “This is your family?”

You freeze, dropping the broom, clattering it across the floor. He walks over, hand stroking your head, “I-” You look at the album in his hands. It’s the old photo of you, Gran and Caleb. The same one that used to sit on your desk at work, before you hid it in a draw. The same one that sat in pride of place at Gran’s home… your home, before it was devoured by flames too.

You nod at him, unable to force words past your throat, and he looks at your shaking hand. “Show me?”

Part of you wants to say no. You don’t want to talk about them, your tail is bristled, kicking more fur up into the apartment… but you miss them, and you want him to understand. It’s easier if he understands. You can apologise a million times over for shooting him, but he has to understand what drove you wounded and angry and full of hate into his arms the first time.

So you let him lead you to the sofa, and open the album with him. It documents as much of your life as your memories can hold onto, though some photos are hazy, and when he asks about them, you can’t quite recall. Like there’s a fog around it. You remember parts. You remember that one is a birthday, You’re fifteen, but if he asked you for anything else, you’d only be able to tell him your family were there.

You remember more in your twenties, pointing out photos with college friends. Talking about reckless moments where you got into fights. There are photos of you with bruises on your face, arm around Caleb as you flash the camera a thumbs up. He’s rolling his eyes, but his hand is tight on your waist, like he’s scared to let go.

There’s a change at some point, where you decide you want to be a hunter, where the bruises are now focused around where you train. Where there’s more life in your eyes, a drive you never had before.

“I used to skip classes a lot, didn’t really see the point.” You point at one of the photos, grainy and hard to make out. You and friends in a club. You remember it being midday, you remember being told anything too strenuous could hurt your heart. You remember deciding you didn’t care, because everything was too short.

Sylus listens, arm around you, head on your shoulder. Looking down at captured moments of you. He’s steady, he’s familiar, and there’s no sense of fear, or of falling. It’s not biting at your heels to remind you that they’re gone. You know that intimately. Instead, you point out photos, and you tell him everything you remember about your family. The people who cared about you, despite how much work you were. Who pushed you to do something, to be better.

A photo of you post exams, the first time you wore your hunters uniform, photos of Caleb in his own uniform.

Photos of family meals.

It cuts off at some point. Recent, you think, and you stare at the empty pages. Since that day you’d had no interest in keeping recollections. In keeping up the collection of memories. Photos had become a habit to store, since you were a child. Caleb started it, thinking visuals would keep your memory more stable than the written word. Though he’d still helped you keep a diary.

It had stayed that way ever since. If you took photos, you could never truly forget… right?

There were so many things now, though, that you wanted to keep in your grasp. To never forget. As your fingers stroke the empty page, Sylus pulls his phone out and opens his photo albums. Flicking through the many things he’s saved. Almost all of you. A random lamb. The twins. Mephisto posing. Zayne with his cheeks stuffed with macarons. Raffy with paint on his nose. Xavi sleeping in the grass surrounded by flowers.

You hadn’t really noticed, how often the man next to you kept a record of the world around you. He points the screen at you, and tightens his hand on your waist. “We should get some more printed out. Fill all those empty pages. There’s a distinct lack of me in there, kitten.”

The laugh that escapes you is so wet with tears, you feel bad for it, but the heat in your chest is so precious… like a baby flame you have to nurse and protect.

He has a photo of you, Tara and Nero at the karaoke bar, where Skye made an appearance. Pleasantly tipsy, and far too into whatever horrible song you were singing. Probably very out of tune.

He settles, finally, on a photo of the five of you. A bad selfie, taken with a shaky hand, as Sy tried to get everyone’s heads in. Raffy has climbed Zayne’s back to stick his head into shot, Xavier has his chin on your shoulder, and Sylus has his arm outstretched as far as he can get it, and his arm around you. You’re happy.

You’re happy.

“You’ve been taking a lot.” You speak, and its wet and you sound like you’re going to cry… and truthfully you feel very close. It’s embarrassing and your nose feels weird, but you don’t know what else to do.

“Every moment is worth remembering, Kitten. Of course I have.”

Don’t forget me. Is unspoken.

Don’t stop loving me.

Don’t move forwards, and leave me behind.

You think, that even if you forget, even if you wake up one day not remembering his face. You’ll know his heart and his soul more intimately than you know anything.

Strong emotions, after all, are impossible to truly lose.

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“I want salmon.”

“Is that the cat speaking, or my kitten?”

You bat at his arm, fangs flashing at him, tail swishing. “Salmon!”

“Alright, alright.” He chuckles, ruffling your ears and your hair with one big hand, “I quite like you like this.”

Relying on him, you assume, or demanding? You’re not sure. He’s asked you to be greedy many times, to boss him around, to make demands of his time and his life. It’s hard to do, if you rely too much, you worry he’ll start to pull away.

You promised though, you promised.

It wasn’t just a promise to be honest and share your pain, it was a promise to really, truly trust him.

So, you hit his arm without force, “Salmon pasta!”

His laugh is delighted and delightful, and you want to hear it forever. Instead, you sit at the counter, pushing your tail under your leg so it can’t kick up a gust of fur. You’d just finished cleaning after all, and the idea of having yet another mountain of fur to get rid of, didn’t appeal.

“I want to help.” Your ears pinned back, and looking at him in frustration.

Sylus spares you a glance as he looks for one of the many recipes you’d sent him, not asking for them to be made, but excited to find time to try them, “When you’re not a furball, you can help.”

You might be offended, if he weren’t right. “Says the man who spits out feathers with his evol…”

“Not into your food though Kitten.”

You snort. No, into your bed, on your floor, in public places… your favourite cafe. All over his base. Sometimes he cleans them up himself.

Sometimes.

Though you have a few of his feathers saved, using them as bookmarks in books you never seem to find enough time to read. Shame the fur is more messy, you’d quite like feathers… or scales. Something that doesn’t leave you sneezing.

“I bought tickets to a botanical garden.” You look over at him, but he’s not looking at you. Moving through the steps he’s following on his phone, half humming to himself to the music playing at a low volume in the background. “If you feel like going?”

You look down at the tail that’s twitching under your leg, and then over at him again. This time he’s watching you, eyes bright. Eerie if you didn’t know him. Instead you think them a flame, a candle in the dark to lead you. Being out in the noise right now, scares you, but he is there. He will always take you somewhere safe if you need it, he would move mountains, and you can rely on him to help you when you need it.

It is not a weakness to need help.

It’s ok to cry, and be scared.

So you close your eyes, take a deep breath, and nod, “Yeah… yeah I’d like to go.”

You want to see roses with him.

You want to see the world with him.

His smile is small, but his eyes speak more than anything. Relief and happiness at your trust. Love shining in garnet. “Tomorrow then.”

Tomorrow.

A future, no matter how close ahead.

#wonder writes #love and deepspace #sylus #reader x sylus #sylus x mc #lads x mc #lads x reader #sylus x reader #lads #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #I HOPE UR PROUD OF ME THIS HAS MINIMAL ANGST #i love the group chat so much... i want to just do stupid messages with them all forever #smau #fake texts

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eularin · 8 months ago

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I was quietly browsing the obkk tag on ao3, looking for a hot and erotic read to spend the night when I came across a common headcanon: Obito, the greatest terrorist of the Elemental Nations is a virgin with zero experience and Kakashi is the greatest fucking machine in Konoha (or, in other words: much more experienced than Obito)

This got me thinking. I thought about it so much that I came up with several ideas, several headcanons that I need to share with you since I don't know if I'll be able to write a story like this on my own. (I have so many stories in progress/on hiatus in Google docs that I get all messy 😅)

Okay, here we go! How about a reverse trope? We know that ninjas are excellent war machines, they can also be great fucking machines! (They know the anatomy of the human body so well. Isn't it stupid to think that they can use this knowledge for other things that have nothing to do with killing and torturing)

I like to imagine that Kakashi is a reserved man in his private life. He doesn't kiss and tell. Not at all.

Kakashi is known as a pervert because of his beloved icha icha book, but we know that being a reader of porn stories doesn't make someone a sex-active person (or does it? I'm not sure if it counts that way). Anyway, moving on: Kakashi is reserved and rarely gets sexually involved with anyone (oh, he certainly has experience, but you know, PTSD, depression and other various triggers that can be triggered at any time are not good libido stimulants, in my opinion), continuing:

When Kakashi is feeling good and wants to have a casual encounter and a quick hookup, he doesn't go for it as himself. In other words: He doesn't like being Hatake Kakashi at those times (too public, too infamous, too risky. Too problematic. Better to disguise himself)

Kakashi is the king of disguise. He has several disguises - and Obito knows all of his disguises because Obito is a stalker freak who has a sixth sense for when Kakashi is feeling good enough to socialize. So he stalks Kakashi and monitors him.

Creepy, I know, but that's canon.

From here on things get... A little crazy? Disturbing? In short, things get a little dark.

Obito is so obsessed that he doesn't like to see Kakashi "moving on" much less getting involved with someone because for Obito Kakashi has to live in misery like he does. They need to make an agreement like this - in Obito's opinion.

But if Kakashi wants some sexual gratification, Obito can give it to him. (And why not? Obito already gave him the eye.) But Obito can't always intercept Kakashi (remember how Obito is a criminal busy plotting world domination? Destabilizing Kiri? Recruiting ninjas for the Akatsuki?) so Obito can't always disguise himself, intercept Kakashi, and be his one-night stand. What does Obito do when Kakashi spends the night with a literal stranger? It's not too hard to guess: Obito kills Kakashi's temporary partner. (Possessive, obsessive, and delusional Uchiha make a disastrous combination.)

There may be some torture and a crazy speech about "you're going to die bc you touched my teammate"

Unnamed character tied up and kidnapped by Obito: "What? Are you crazy? I don't even know who you're talking about!"

Obito: "I'm talking about Kakashi! MY teammate. Mine to touch. MINE to make him suffer. MINE to kill. MY Kakashi! And you dared to sleep with him! I hope you enjoyed your night because you're not getting out of here alive. I don't want you living in the peaceful and perfect world that I WILL CREATE in a few years. Like I'm going to let you enjoy my hard work and dream about MY Kakashi.

*Cut 🔪* the unnamed extra dies and Obito is ready to give Kakashi some nightmares (in his opinion, Kakashi needs to be punished and reminded that this hellish reality is not worth living in nor looking for good things)

Okay. Now let's move on to my second idea!

We know that Obito is obsessed and obsessive. He's a crazy stalker who always watches Kakashi.

Obito is one of, if not THE greatest assassin of the Elemental Nations. He can easily be the greatest fucking machine as well. Imagine the fame that Don Juan Obito has! (let's call him Don Juan Obito, bc I can't think of a pseudonym right now).

Consider all the physical changes in Obito's body. He has seemingly limitless stamina, lots of energy to burn; lots of stress; lots of hormones inside his body going crazy during spring, mostly (Mokuton's fault. You have no idea how much it affects him.)

Jiraya wants to declare war on this ninja who dares to bewitch all the ladies in the red district wherever he goes. And the worst part! It's not just the ladies who sing praises to this magical dick Don Juan Obito.

Jiraya can't stand to hear the giggles and sighs around this man whose identity he can't figure out. (Tsunade is laughing somewhere)

Bonus scene: imagine that Kakashi (in one of his disguises) is also sighing in delight.

He didn't just have the best sex with this stranger (sort of familiar), he also received the best aftercare. But Kakashi is a reserved man, he doesn't kiss and tell. He also doesn't tell that this sex god always favors him and comes to see him every night 🤫

Kakashi wouldn't be Kakashi without a little angst and drama, right? So he has these uncontrollable Hatake instincts whenever his sexual partner is around. He wants to bite, to make his claim on this man obvious, he also gets jealous when he hears all these compliments about his man (it's not his, he knows but try to convince his instincts otherwise).

Also: to drive Kakashi crazy and mortified with himself: he thinks about Obito. Always. He slips up and calls out Obito's name and his sexual partner happily ignores it (in fact, his partner gets even wilder). But sometimes his partner is also a shit, he will ask blatantly: who is Obito? His ex-boyfriend?

(Kakashi is freaking out internally. How the hell does he imagine his ex-teammate dead at these times?)

Obito is having fun. He will probably try to sell his idea of a perfect world to Kakashi (he is so good at pillow talk. Kakashi is being seduced and manipulated.)

Bonus Scene 2: Imagine when the Eye of the Moon Plan is realized. Imagine how many people are dreaming about Don Juan Obito!

That's it. That's the post. I needed to get this out of my mind and ramble on about obkk/kkob 🤯

#obkk #kkob #uchiha obito #obikaka #I went to read a fanfic and ended up with random things in my head #kakashi hatake #larin.txt

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sunnytheopossum · 1 year ago

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I made another MH character lineup! This one includes Sarah, Seth (+dog), Amy, and everyone’s favorite character, unnamed tunnel guy! Compared to the last one, I slipped a lot more of my headcanons into these designs, mainly with Seth because I have SO MANY headcanons for that freak please somebody ask me about them.

Next time I plan on doing a lineup of Jessica, Taylor, Sydney, and Dan, and then I will do one final lineup after that for David, Adam, Skully, and The Operator.

Also I swear I matched the brush size to the original ref sheet, but the lines look so much thinner here?? Maybe I just wasn’t pressing down as hard with the pen this time? I have no idea. The inconsistency is sorta driving me crazy but oh well.

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littlexdeaths · 9 months ago

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it’s a recipe for disaster headcanons

below you can find a bunch of headcanons for this little au.

i’ll definitely be adding some more as they come to me <3

enjoy my loves xx.

• set in the summer of 1991 and onward.

• mouse is 20 and eddie is 25.

• sid works at sam goody in the starcourt mall.

• gareth is the assistant manager of upside down comics. (where they host hellfire club meetings every saturday)

• keith (unnamed freak) is a line cook at benny’s.

• jeff works with eddie at the sinclair’s auto shop.

• sid and eddie have been friends for the longest out of the group, they met in fifth grade.

• mouse has had a crush on eddie since middle school. and while he was totally oblivious to it at the time, he can’t stop teasing her about it every chance he gets now. “oh so you liked me, liked me, huh?”

• corroded coffin has started getting gigs in indianapolis and is slowly starting to gain traction in the underground music scene.

• sid is the lead singer of corroded coffin, i picture his voice as chino from the deftones. and his style is very reminiscent of matthew lillard’s character in senseless.

• mouse’s style is very much inspired by a combination of jennifer connelly and winona ryder in the late 80’s and early 90’s.

• robin figures out mouse and eddie are dating almost immediately. i mean she did crack a russian code in another lifetime.

• eddie has literally had to hide in mouse’s closet and under her bed multiple times in the very beginning because he couldn’t help but want to sneak in a quick make out session. he also definitely teased her about her collection of cabbage patch dolls that she has hidden away in her closet.

• mouse made eddie watch my girl with her and he absolutely cried like a baby.

• eddie gives mouse a stick and poke tattoo of a heart on her hip.

• wayne catches eddie trying to sneak mouse out of the trailer before he wakes up one morning but all he has to say about it is, “about damn time, boy.” and rolls over to go back to sleep.

• robin has to go in and erase the security camera footage of mouse and eddie when they got a little too frisky in the adult section of family video. she’s scarred for life.

• when eddie finds out argyle has been supplying mouse with weed for several years now, he’s very offended. “you mean to tell me you’ve been willingly paying for weed, when you could’ve gotten it for free?” but it’s not something a couple kisses can’t fix.

• series masterlist. •

#the freak writes 🫧#eddie munson au #eddie munson x female reader #these are all very random so 😂#hope that’s cool #[ series: it’s a recipe for disaster ]

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mrsjellymunson · 2 years ago

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Hello! 👋

Long fic requests: ON HOLD FOR NOW || Ask box (messages, tag games, short requests): OPEN || Inbox: ALWAYS OPEN

Hi, hello, I’m Kittie and I’m obsessed with Stranger Things. I’m married to Eddie Munson and there’s nothing you can do to change my mind. I write for Eddie (x fem! & gn!reader) and Steddie (for them and x reader), and, very occasionally, Joseph Quinn. I hope to write for other characters too, and already have ideas for Mr Clarke and some of the girls. I’m very friendly so please feel free to message or ‘ask’ 😊 I’m new to fandom (and old, in Tumblr terms!), so if I get things wrong please be kind. I’m fairly new to writing, and I’m enjoying myself immensely and hope you enjoy what I write (and if you do, please let me know!)

I have general and series-specific taglists, if you’d like to be on either just drop me a comment, ask or message 😊💗

🔞 Important: I post and share mature and dark content; DO NOT interact with my blog if you’re under 18 🔞 If you want to follow me please put something in your bio like your age/age range, or respond to my request for confirmation.

Content key:

💗Fluff ❤️Mature themes ❤️‍🔥Smut 💔Hurt/angst 🖤Dark themes

FIC LIST BELOW THE CUT

Series/Multi-Parts:

THE BIOLOGY TUTOR 💗❤️❤️‍🔥 virgin!Eddie Munson x fem!tutor!reader Eddie’s failing class, again, so you offer two different styles of biology tuition, textbook-based and *ahem* practical

KNOCK AT THE CABIN ❤️🖤💗❤️‍🔥 Eddie Munson x fem!reader Post-S4, Upside Down exists. After the events of the previous months, everyone is shocked by the unexpected return of an old friend. But how much has he changed?

DAMSELS & DEBAUCHERY: The D&D Chronicles Game 1: Start Something 💗❤️❤️‍🔥 DM!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

GOOD THINGS (Come in Threes) 💗❤️❤️‍🔥 Steddie x older!fem!reader Moving to a new town was hard, but some of your son’s new friends make the transition easier

HELLO, STRANGER/HEY, BOSS 💗❤️🖤 Eddie Munson x gn!reader Black comedy/dark humour. A stranger buys weird stuff at odd times, and as the cashier at the local hardware store you’re not sure what to make of it. Now with a Prequel showing how Eddie fell into his new line of work

Oneshots, 5+1’s, etc. (newest first):

The Essence of You 💗❤️❤️‍🔥 Steddie; Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington 7.3k+ An argument, shared feelings and soft, slow smut

That Was You? 💗 Eddie Munson x fem! or gn!reader 1.6k A meet cute in a record store

Take Care of Me 🖤❤️💗 Eddie Munson x fem!reader 7.4k Eddie rescues you after a disastrous date [REQUESTED]

The Boy Is Mine, Kittie’s edition 💗❤️ Eddie Munson x fem!reader 1.6k A romantic night in at the trailer, using prop & dialogue prompts

Candyman, Candyman, Candyman 💗 Eddie Munson x fem! or gn!reader ~2.1k A Valentine’s 5+1: Five times you get to give Eddie a kiss, and one time he kisses you back

S.A.N.T.A. BABY 💗❤️‍🔥 Eddie Munson x fem!reader ~10k A festive 5+1: Five times you embarrass yourself in front of Eddie, and one time you don’t…

Leaving Hawkins? Come Again Soon! ❤️❤️‍🔥 Eddie Munson x Patrick Verona x fem!reader. Eddie and Patrick make your last night in Hawkins a memorable one (coming soon)

Ficlets, drabs, asks, headcanons (newest first):

Drummer!Eddie Munson headcanons 💗

Get Lucky 💗❤️ Corroded Coffin ficlet featuring Eddie Munson & Grant/‘unnamed freak’ 1k

A Crown For Your King 💗 Eddie Munson x gn!reader Eddie takes you on a picnic [ask]

What are those stains on Eddie’s mattress? 🤔 SFW Part 1💗 NSFW Part 2 💗❤️❤️‍🔥 [ask, headcanon]

Eddie Munson brings home a box of kittens 💗 [ask, headcanon]

‘Til Next Time ❤️❤️‍🔥 can be rockstar!Eddie Munson x fem/masc/gn!reader 0.7k. A tryst with your secret lover

Thinking About Dom!Eddie’s Thighs ❤️❤️‍🔥 Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Something To Crow About 💗❤️ Eddie Munson x gn!reader Eddie dresses as Eric Draven (With accompanying art and an edit with me in!! 😍)

Series:

GOOD THINGS (Come In Threes) 💗❤️❤️‍🔥 Steddie x older!fem!reader

Oneshots:

The Goldilocks Effect 💗❤️❤️‍🔥 ~2.4k Steve wonders whether he’ll ever find a relationship that has it all

The Essence of You 💗❤️❤️‍🔥 7.3k+ An argument, shared feelings and soft, slow smut

Ficlets/minifics (<600words, newest first):

Keeping Score (Eddie’s version) 💗❤️ Keeping Score (Steve’s version) 💗❤️ Need a Ride? ❤️

Meet Me💗❤️🖤 Something Old, Something New💗 Time Me ❤️❤️‍🔥

Hurt Me ❤️💔 Dress Up 💗❤️ Look At Me ❤️ Say Hello To My Little Friend 💗❤️

One Fine Day (1.1k)💗 A One Time Thing❤️‍🔥 I Need A Moment💗

“The Stuff”❤️‍🔥 The Counter Argument❤️‍🔥 Top & Tail💗❤️ Turning P!nk💗 Fool Me💗❤️

‘It’s My Birthday!’💗❤️ Pin Me❤️ The Edge of Insanity❤️❤️‍🔥 Fill Me (dom!Steve)❤️‍🔥

Fill Me (dom!Eddie)❤️‍🔥 Filler ❤️ Play Me💗 What’s His Name Again?💗

Find Me ❤️🖤💔 Teach Me❤️❤️‍🔥 Steve’s Keychain💗 Mud Cakes & Pancakes💗

Special Treatment v2❤️ Special Treatment v1❤️

We’re definitely not thinking about JQ’s unnamed Warfare character doing push-ups ❤️ [ASK]

‘Til Next Time ❤️❤️‍🔥 can be Joseph Quinn x fem/masc/gn!reader 0.7k. A tryst with your secret lover

Happy Halloween, Love ❤️❤️‍🔥🖤 Joseph Quinn x fem!reader, RPF 4.4k. Joe raids the costume department at work and conspires to make this Halloween your most memorable yet

Non-ST writings:

‘Til Next Time ❤️❤️‍🔥 A CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN-CHARACTER FIC 0.7k. G/N!reader x celebrity!masc!character. A tryst with your secret lover

If You Go Down To The Woods Today Freaky happenings in a forest featuring OC/RPG characters

Fic recs:

This section is a work in progress, but here are some to start you off:

Authors and fics

Eddie fluff recs

Some of my fave authors

BTW if you come across anything like typos, inconsistencies, broken links or whatever please let me know, I honestly will not mind! 😍🙏

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ladykailitha · 1 year ago

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Corroded Coffin Headcanons!

Why yes, I am procrastinating. Why do you ask?

I've good all week and want to take a little break and descend into madness, so I'm allowed, okay?

As always, you can headcanon whatever the hell you want, just like I can, so please no hate. Good?

Good.

This mostly about the members of CC and not necessarily about the band as a whole.

I'm going to do Eddie last because we know the most about him.

The Unnamed Freak- And as far as I've heard around, this dude STILL doesn't have a name. I've seen all sorts of names for him: Frank, because it sounds like freak; Grant, because that's the actor's name; Archie, is another I've seen crop up a lot; and of course a smattering of others. In all of my fics, he's Brian. All the other members of the band had epic names: Gareth, a knight of King Arthur's Round Table, Edward, the name of several of England's kings, and even Geoffrey has a lot of famous people of that name. So he gets named Brian. Usually his last name is Martin.

He met Eddie because they were seated next to each other due to their last names in band. Eddie got him into metal music and the subculture.

Bassist for the band he began learning at an early age, early enough that he was and is the band's only bassist.

He is the oldest of four kids having three younger siblings. Two brothers and a sister. He tries to get out of babysitting as often as he can.

He's ace but not aro. When I age him up in stories, he's often in a romantic relationship, but never a sexual one. He's not sex repulsed but it's not for him.

He was held back in kindergarten and understands what Eddie is going through as far as being older than his peers.

He's a year younger than Eddie, and if he hadn't been held back would have graduated with Steve.

Jeff- Everyone thinks his given name is Geoffrey, but nope. It's Jeffrey. It's because his mom thought it would be easier for him. Nope! He has one older sister who is away at college. His last name is Lawrence mainly because I love that name and I think Jeff Lawrence just has a nice ring to it.

He is the grade he's suppose to be in, the same grade as well...literally every other older teen in the series except Steve and Eddie. In fact he's super smart, but doesn't have the patience to help Eddie with his school work. He gets frustrated too easily.

His mom hopes he gives up the idea of super stardom soon because she thinks he's smart enough to be a doctor.

In my fics where I age them up, he has a white girlfriend and understands Eddie's fear of going public with a guy, because in the 80s, black boy and white girl is just as bad as being gay. Still is in some places, sadly.

Jeff is Eddie's best friend, mainly because they both play guitar. Jeff is rhythm guitar, though because Eddie is far and away the better player.

Jeff is bisexual. Yes, he is with a girl most of the time and his relationship with his girlfriend is a lot like a couple friends of mine, where they are both bisexual, but dating an opposite member from their sex. Still experiences attraction to the same sex, though.

Gareth- this might shock some people but Emerson is a fanon not a canon last name for the character. And because I headcanon him as second generation American, his grandparents migrated over to America from Wales and his dad is first generation, their last name is Hughes. His dad knows Welsh, but Gareth and Gethin his twin brother don't.

The main reason I think this is because Gareth is a very Welsh first name. As is the name Gethin, in case you were wondering. It's why I picked Gethin as the name of his twin.

I think Gareth is a twin because there is a character in the first episode taking pictures at the basketball game that looks a lot like Gareth, almost uncannily so. You can even see Nancy talking to him for a moment.

Gareth is gay and Gethin is straight. Gethin is everything his parents would want from a kid, straight, smart, into photography, preppy. Everything Gareth isn't. He's gay, struggles in school, drums for a metal band, and is a metalhead.

That's not to say his parents aren't supportive, because they are. They let Corroded Coffin play in their garage, after all. But Gareth still feels like a disappointment anyway.

He's a junior in high school and absolutely wants to drop out when his bandmates graduate, but he's afraid his mom will kill him.

Eddie- Look, I know I've used Edward as his full name a lot, but sometimes Edmond is just the superior name. And I use them interchangeably, but yeah it's probably Edward considering he grew up poor.

Wayne is a Catholic (you see a calendar of the saints in the trailer) and Eddie grew up around Catholicism, but the more he realized he was gay and moved further into the metal subculture the less he liked the religion.

Yes he does know the patch on the side of his denim vest is the church of Satan. :D

Wayne bought him his first guitar after his mother died and taught him how to play as way of coping with the grief.

Eddie was one of those students that coasted in school until his senior year where suddenly the difficulty was ramped up to eleven.

He promised his mom that he would graduate from high school though, because she didn't. She got pregnant with him.

I think he was 11 or 12 when he went to go live with Wayne, just barely starting middle school. He's been around Wayne long enough that he knows he's loved by him, but old enough to have been influenced a little by his dad's life style.

In fact, it was his dad that got him into dealing drugs for Reefer Rick.

His dad keeps coming into town and dragging Eddie back down with him and leaving Wayne to pick up the pieces.

I've written him bisexual in the past, and probably will again, but there is just something about Eddie being gay that hits a sweet spot. An extra box to tick in the freak department (not that being gay is bad, it's just how Eddie would see it).

The Munson Doctrine is a serious things he's picked up over the years from his dad and uncle but also his experiences with life as whole.

Did NOT get bullied by Steve. Especially since for most of Steve's high school career Eddie was the grade above him. He just dealt at enough parties to "know" rich+good looking+popular with girls=douchebag. But he hasn't had any direct experience with Steve outside of the odd class they had together his second senior year.

Is the president of the Hellfire Club in practice, but on paper it's usually someone else. Someone more liked by the principal. And is billed as a gaming club on the school records so that it doesn't get banned. Everyone knows it's DND.

Corroded Coffin- Just a little headcanon here. Gareth is the second drummer but everyone else were original members that played at that Talent Show (Gareth would have been in fifth grade). They picked up Gareth after their original drummer moved away.

So there you go, just some of my headcanons for the CC boys.

#ladykailitha rants #eddie munson #jeff stranger things #unnamed freak stranger things #gareth stranger things #corroded coffin #headcanon

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101flavoursofweird · 2 months ago

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Ernest Greeves is the complete inverse of Clive Dove

The parallels between Ernest Greeves and Clive Dove. The PARALLELS—

Clive lost his (presumably not super rich) parents and his home during the explosion at the institute.

Young Clive got adopted by Constance Dove. After Constance’s death, Clive inherited her huge fortune, along with her servants.

Clive became obsessed with extracting revenge on those who had wronged him and murdered his unnamed parents. After high school, Clive started working for a newspaper and eventually hunted down the men responsible for the explosion.

Clive befriended Dimitri and convinced him to resume his research on the time machine— giving Dimitri the riches, the resources (Future London, mainly) and the hope he thought he needed to save Claire. With Dimitri, he kidnapped scientists who would help construct the time machine… and Clive’s moving castle Mobile Fortress. As for Bill Hawks (who had actually profited from the deaths of Clive’s parents and went on to become Prime Minister)… Bill was kidnapped, moved to Future London, and his heart was hooked up to the Mobile Fortress. Quite ironic, as Clive doubted Bill even has a heart.

But getting revenge against the scientists wasn’t enough for Clive. He believed that the only way to enact change— to make those fools in power take notice— was through large-scale havoc. He seems to sympathise with the ‘little people’, whose lives have been ruined in the name of progress, but he was happy to stamp out even more lives if it meant rooting out the corruption and rebuilding London from the ground up.

Clive’s goal to bring the Mobile Fortress to fruition— to the surface of London— actually kind of succeeded, but he didn’t succeed in destroying corruption as a whole in London. Bill Hawks was still prime minister by the end of the game. (Hopefully NwoS will rectify this by announcing Bill’s resignation!)

Deep down inside, Clive wanted Professor Layton to save him from his madness (as Layton did ten years ago). While he was playing the part of Future Luke— Layton’s bright and faithful apprentice— Clive even started enjoying their time together in Future London.

Still, Clive was arrested by the police at the end of PL3. He may have been a victim of a ruthless political agenda ten years ago, but Clive himself no doubt made a lot of victims with his Mobile Fortress. PL3 knows this. The game is so well written (outside of Flora) and Clive is such a well-written, sympathetic villain.

LMJ and the anime’s more serious plotlines are… not so well written, but that doesn’t mean it’s all bad! I bring Ernest Greeves to the stand!

Ernest Greeves wanted so badly to be like Clive Dove. It’s kind of hilarious when you put them side by side. You have this scheming, devilish manipulator— the true mastermind of PL3, who flattened a good chunk of London— and then you have… Katrielle Layton’s besotted, hapless assistant.

Miles Richmond (RICHMOND - LMJ is not subtle) came from a ridiculously wealthy family. He, his unnamed mother and his grandfather (MAXIMILIAN RICHMOND) lived in a freaking CASTLE and the family might have owned a mining company(?), as his grandfather discovered a mountain full of diamonds. However, Grandpa Richmond had lots of debts. Rather than pay off his personal debts— as Bill Hawks no doubt would have done— Grandpa Richmond decided that the money from the diamonds should go towards (re)developing London following the destruction left by the Mobile Fortress over ten years ago. Yes that’s a headcanon. Please take my headcanons connecting LMJ to the wider PL universe.

Grandpa Richmond left his wealth in the hands of the Seven Dragons of London. They spent the money on important things for the public like entertainment, finance, transport, mayoral duties, education, justice and mansions animal welfare.

This was a noble, generous decision from Grandpa Richmond that benefited London as a whole… but it sucked for his family! After Grandpa died, Miles and his mother were left destitute. After Miles’ mother also died of illness, Miles was left with nothing in the world. No family, no money, no servants. He went from a young heir, to a struggling orphan— Ernest Greeves.

Ernest was able to get into university with his favourite professor as a mentor… only to be accused of a crime he didn’t commit by said-mentor. Thankfully, Katrielle Layton confirmed Ernest’s innocence. Following that, Ernest decided to become her assistant*, whether Kat needed him or not.

For years, Miles researched the legend surrounding his family’s missing diamonds. Finally— some time after meeting Kat and the Seven Dragons— Ernest discovered the truth about his family’s missing diamonds.

*As it’s established in the anime, Ernest recognised the Dragons after working on their cases as Kat’s assistant. I don’t believe Ernest became close with Kat just so he could get revenge against them. While he did involve Kat in his ‘game’ at Richmond Court, Ernest didn’t manipulate Kat from their first meeting as part of his revenge plot. Maybe, secretly, Ernest hoped she or her father could help uncover the conspiracy surrounding his family, but other than that, vengeance wasn’t Ernest’s driving motive in becoming Kat’s assistant or her friend.

It’s not like how Clive donned his Future Luke disguise to trick Professor Layton and Co. Ernest just… genuinely likes Kat. He adores her. Yes, he can go overboard with his affections, but after he’s had such a lonely, unlucky life, it’s not surprising. He’s grateful that Kat cleared his name and he wants to repay her as much as he can.

Unfortunately, this coincided with Ernest’s need to get revenge against the Dragons, but Kat saw right through his plot. Ernest is really, really bad at being a manipulative villain.

Sure, Ernest threatened the ruin the Dragons finally. Sure, he imprisoned them in a room at Richmond Court and threatened to flatten them unless they revealed the truth about the diamonds, but Ernest put himself in that same room. They came very close to being flattened— to the point where they were all lying on the floor— but do you really think Ernest would have flattened himself along with them? REALLY? The same boy who cries at the wedding of his university professor’s daughter? IDK The professor who almost got him arrested? Nah.

When Kat reveals Ernest’s true identity and his plan, he doesn’t run off with a hostage like Clive did. He doesn’t unleash a giant robot from under the castle. Ernest gives Kat a resigned smiles and says: ‘You never disappoint, Miss Layton’. He’s not disappointed that Kat found him out. He knows how foolish his whole plan was… but he did it because he wanted to keep the promise to his mother. He promised his mother he would investigate their family’s missing diamonds and get revenge if someone had stolen them. He wanted the diamond thieves to admit this for themselves.

Turns out… it all one big misunderstanding in the end. Grandpa Richmond was the one who told the Dragons to take the diamonds for the betterment of London. (Again, why Grandpa couldn’t have saved a little money for his poor family, I don’t know—)

In the LMJ game, Madame Doublee says that they’ve been looking for Miles for years, but in the anime, the Dragons apologise for keeping quiet and not telling him when he was younger… because that’s what his mother wanted? Ernest’s mother chose to keep the truth from her weak son— even when she was dying… because that would give Ernest the determination to keep on living…? I don’t entirely understand her motivations, but then again, I also don’t understand Arthur Cantabella or Baron Reinhold’s motivations, so I’ll let Ernest’s mother off. It’s a silly anime and Ernest is kind silly character… but I do think he’s one of the best written characters.

And honestly? In a series where a lot of the male characters (yes, even HERSHEL and LUKE) just do not respect the wishes of female characters, it’s nice how much Ernest respects Kat. Yes, ok, he lied to her about who he was… but in the end, when he’s all set to leave, Kat clearly wants him to stay. So he stays as her assistant.

#professor layton #Ernest Greeves #Clive dove #katrielle Layton #Lmj anime #layto ‘s mystery journey #Parallels #character analysis #Long post #Of course I’d have more to write about ERNEST than CLIVE DOVE #Lost Future #unwound future #Manifesting Bill Hawks’ getting demoted in NwoS #I have more sympathy for Ernest’s unnamed mother than Arthur Canatbella #SORRY BUT I DO #At least she (and Ernest) didn’t brainwash an entire town

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daftdrac · 9 months ago

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Hey scenario smp fans uh

May I give you: my lore / world building headcanons .

So all the people who don't have a consistent skin/any actual features to their skin (Robert, Sean, Sneve, Ryan(?)) are shape shifters. Is this lazy? 100% but I think it's fun, actually, so fuck you<3

UNDER THE CUT !!!!! This is a bit of a read ,,.

Shape shifters in the scenario universe are commonly regarded as types of demons in majority of cultures- usually symbolizing lies, deceit, trickery- the devil has a handsome face, after all. So often times, shape shifters, when they meet, will form nomadic groups- moving from place to place to avoid persecution when found out. This leads to groups of shifters being extremely close, as they really only have each other to live and socialize with.

Shape shifters are the result of extreme cases of spontaneous gene mutation- you can't predict when a child will end up being a shape shifter. This results in tests around the fourth/fifth grade, on the children's first day of school, in attempts to catch shape shifters early before they can gain the power to fully control their abilities. Obviously, every shapeshifter child who is found, is- disposed of.

Sean, as a child, was much more capable with his abilities at a younger age (for reasons I won't get into right now:3), and swiftly learned how to hide them and act normal when the school first started to mention shifters and their 'demonic capabilities.' Robert, born in the same town just a few months after, didn't happen to get so "lucky" (hehehe).

When doing tests on the children as they were readying to enter the 5th grade, Robert was found out. Having not had much control over his abilities and not connecting his own symptoms to the idea of being a shape shifter, he had no idea what was going on, and was surprised when Sean, a strange boy who seemed to be somewhat of an outcast, started dragging him away from the staff- who seemed to be pursuing them like criminals.

He wasn't a criminal, was he? Had he done something wrong? He didn't think so. But they were scaring him, so he turned and ran with Sean.

They made it to a fourth-grade classroom, and opened a window. Sean tugged him out of it, repeating "Trust me," like a mantra to sooth Robert.

As soon as he started to fall, he felt himself change, a familiar tingly feeling washing over his entire body as he quickly realized he wasn't falling anymore. He glanced to his side, and saw a human sized bird (-or was he bird sized..?) gliding next to him, the tips of their wings just barely touching. That's when he noticed he had wings- he was a freaking bird.

Robert had heard about their town's out case, living on the very edge of the village, avoiding the rest of the town members. He'd never seen them, until now. He'd let the bird, who he'd managed to put together was Sean, lead him, and that's where they ended up.

Before he knew it, he and Sean were off. Just the two of them, traveling together.

OKAY THAT'S THE MAIN BACKSTORY I HAVE ACTUALLY WRITTEN OUT RN. I HAVE VAGUE IDEAS FOR EVERYONE ELSES STORIES AND HOW THEY COME INTO CONTACT EITH THE GROUP. I MAINLY HAVE IDEAS FOR SNEVE (Shape shifter), SHADOW (Human→weird human experiment guy), AND LEGUNDO (Human guy.. with an UNNAMED TWIST HEHEHEH. I'm still not revealing some of the ideas I have for this.) BUT IF ANYONE ELSE HAS ANY IDEAS OR SOMETHING RELATED TO KIP (HUMAN) OR RYAN (SHAPE SHIFTER) I'D LOVE TO HEAR THEM.

#daft rambles #scenario smp #scenarioshipping #mcyt #mcytblr #forge labs #forgelabs #okrobert #legundo #shadowmech #kiply

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steviewashere · 3 months ago

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Okay! A couple of you said yes to the Eddie Munson headcanons, so here's some of them! Featuring some Steddie of course <3 (Also, this list is really fucking long. So I don't think all of them will fit in one post. If y'all want more, let me know)

CW: Recreational Smoking (Marijuana and Cigarettes)

His birthday is some time between January and July of 1966. Though, his birthday being in late 1965 is also a nice thought. He’s most likely twenty years old, as I believe Steve to be nineteen. And based on when Eddie was going to graduate, with being held back twice, he’d definitely be a year older than Steve (who graduated on time and during Eddie’s second senior year).

Really loves Garfield, but because it’s an extension of Uncle Wayne. He would read the strips with Wayne. Watch the cartoons with Wayne. Likes the holiday specials, too. A Garfield Christmas comes out in 1987, so let’s say he’s alive and enjoys that with Wayne. (From my research, I believe A Garfield Christmas is the first Garfield holiday special.)

Terrible at fishing, but Wayne takes him on fishing trips regardless.

He didn’t go to a tattoo parlor when he got the majority of his tattoos done. The bats, demon head, and the spider were all done by Freak (who is unnamed in the show). However, the wyvern and puppet-master were done by a professional. His ears are pierced, also done by Freak. Considers getting his nipples pierced, but doesn’t want any facial piercings (am I projecting? Maybe. Did I get my septum done at one point but now mourn it as it had snagged? Maybe, that’s beside the point).

Bruises easily, isn’t crazy clumsy, but if he’s tired...look out.

His favorite arcade cabinets are Super Cobra and Donkey Kong, but will beat Steve’s ass at Pac-Man, if given the opportunity.

Kicks ass at NES games. Specifically Castlevania, Donkey Kong, and Final Fantasy. (Loves the Advanced Dungeons & Dragons NES titles when they release in America. And The Bard’s Tale.) (Buys his own NES in 1989 and gets a copy of the Back to the Future game for Steve to play. It sucks ass, but they enjoy themselves anyway.)

This one is entirely self-indulgent, but motherfucker has flat feet. I don’t care what anybody says about it. He definitely does. And he definitely wears the worst shoes imaginable. His Reeboks don’t have any sole support, he’s just out there trying to look his coolest. (He’ll regret it the same day he does.)

One of his favorite meals is fried bologna with scrambled eggs. Maybe a chili cheese (government cheese) dog on plain white bread for lunch? (Brought to you by what I ate growing up as a poor kid who relied on welfare.)

Collects single serve coffee creamer cups (vanilla flavored) from diners and such. Stock piles them at home and then uses way too many of them in his coffee. It almost looks like milky hot chocolate, but it’s definitely coffee.

Favorite ice cream is vanilla with hot fudge (something simple and regular.) from Dairy Queen. But when Moose Tracks enter stores, he likes that the most. Or even Cherry Garcia, that’s a classic for him.

He just really likes sugar.

Will order the largest basket of cheese curds or fries or anything fried, really, and then complain his stomach hurts. His friends (even ones he makes after 1986) always have to bring earplugs to drown out his self-inflicted complaining. He never learns from this, continues to do it way into his old age.

Has a stomach of steel (most of the time). ENJOYS spicy foods from all kinds of crazy spicy shit he’s had growing up in both Tennessee and then with Wayne—(who I think lived in or was born in Louisiana)—in Hawkins. But also, it’s because he’s too curious for his own good. He’s had cat food, paper, mud, spoonfuls of hot sauce, probably chewed his way through a wash cloth, nibbled on the ends of pens, gum from the underside of school desks, eaten random combinations of food to either see if they were good or because he was dared to. (Like one time he was dared to eat a spoonful of macaroni and cheese with raisins and yogurt all together. Totally not something that I did in elementary school. No way.)

Homie is a nail biter. Also picks at the skin around his nail beds.

He’s a giggly guy when stoned. Or super existential. No in-between. But he is consistently loud either way.

Sometimes he falls asleep with his hair tied up. It tangles easily. It’s a bitch to de-tangle the next day. Wayne definitely makes some joke about Eddie eventually balding like him if he continues to treat his hair that way. Eddie cries so hard he throws up.

Smokes cigarettes (canon) but not always the best or smoothest ones. Will go for the cheapest, usually. Maybe Camels. Marlboros if he can afford them, they’re more of a “luxury buy”. He’s very picky about his cigarettes, too. But won’t say anything about it if they’re offered to him, especially when Steve gives him one. Sometimes he’ll just roll his own.

Will not smoke around the younger teens (Dustin, Mike, Lucas, y’know…) and Robin. Nancy never minds. Steve sometimes smokes with him. Gareth, Jeff, and Freak don’t care. Jonathan smokes weed with him, but not cigarettes.

Enjoys the flavor of cheap beer. Hates straight up hard liquor, unless they’re mixed with something. (Like a rum and coke)

Okay, this is really fucking long. Like, way too long. I have...thirty-five more (plus I'll probably add a few later), if you'd like to see more of them. Uh...yeah. I love Eddie.

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