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fennecfics · 10 months ago

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Cuphead Show! King Dice & Devil x Reader preferences (romantic):

Heyyyy I’m gonna be posting more x Reader stuff here. Also some words are censored because Tumblr is a meanie and won’t let me swear in my fanfiction-

The gender for (Y/n) is vague, but it does have menstrual cycle preferences mixed in, along with some talk about these two respecting pronouns and that jazz so, yeah.

Hope it’s a fun read, I might post more of these guys.

Being in a (romantic) relationship with The Devil would include:

• It’s actually hard for him to fall in love or even trust others, so it’ll take a while for him to say “I love you”.

• Though the first time he’ll ever say “I love you” (most likely after a few months of you two dating) it is immediately followed by a scrunch of the face and him going. “That was… strange..”

• He forces you to live in Hell with him, and only lets you visit Earth on special occasions. Family stuff, friends, but other than that YOU’RE STAYING!!

• He’s so dramatic whenever he has to cut his nails. He’ll run away from you, or hide. Once, while trying to find him to cut his nails, you found him on the ceiling.

• Despite hating his nails being cut, he will literally beg you to paint his nails. He won't just do one color though, he likes to change it up a bit. Sometimes he'll ask for grey, gold, red, but he loves the black nail polish!

• Whenever he has to do stuff that he doesn’t want to do, he tries to argue that he’s the devil and because of that, you can’t tell him what to do.

• One of his favorite activities is burning bibles, so...you have to deal with being woken up to the smell of smoke at 3AM.

• He's still not fond with current technology, but he does seem to enjoy Netflix.

• Devil giving you weird pet names: Darlin', succub!tch, shmoopie, baby-cakes, cow-pie, and tortoise-pigeon (Being the main nickname).

• If you ever need to practice your makeup on someone, Devil won't mind. He likes how it makes him look.

• Surprisingly enough, this guy brushes his teeth regularly. He got them pearly whites. That, and he doesn't want to loose his sharp teeth, they're his favorite, apparently they make him look intimidating.

• Devil is a man of art, very therapeutic for him. He loves to paint, sometimes he’ll want you to pose for him. And he's actually quite quick when it comes to painting.

• Both you and Henchmen helping him whenever he basically gets electrocuted by the sweater. The two of you are practically the only people he trusts, with Dice being the third.

• He doesn't care what gender you are, or if you're trans. If you're still you, and if you're not lying about anything, he won't care. Along with that he also doesn’t KNOW anything about that stuff, so you probably gotta help if you want him to understand.

• Even though he's the devil, he would never want you to feel bad about yourself. He loves you unconditionally, he would kill anyone who makes you feel that way, steal their soul, eat it, then spit it back out ‘cause it’s clearly rotten!

• If you go through the menstrual cycle and are having bad cramps, he gets very…awkward. He’s not very affectionate with others so he has no idea how to comfort people. He’ll most likely just have some of his little demons looking after you for a few days.

• He tries to use correct pronouns, he mostly slips up though, and he won't realize. You just have to be there to correct him for him to actually notice.

Random example:

(He's showing you to someone)

"Yeah, she's really adorable, isn't she?"

"It's 'they'.”

"...AHHH!" *frustrated demon noises*

• He’s not frustrated at you or the fact you use different pronouns, he’s frustrated at himself for not doing it right. So don’t worry.

Being in a relationship with King Dice would include:

• Probably says “I love you” way too fast, and by that I mean on the first date.

• If you wear makeup he’ll experiment with it whenever you’re asleep. (The masculine urge to wear your partner’s makeup)

• One of his favorite parts of your body happens to be your hands. He loves how perfectly they fit into his. Sometimes he’ll preform a type of show using his hand and your hand as the actors.

• If you go sit in the audience him during Roll The Dice. He'll immediately see you in the crowd and blush for the rest of the show.

• When he knows you're in the audience, he'll say this while announcing to everyone: "Ladies and gentlemen! ..and (Y/n).." (he'll whisper your name under his breath, but loud enough for the microphone to pick it up.)

• King Dice ALSO giving you some (semi)weird pet names: Darling, fuzzy dice, you adorable gambler, my wild card, little poker, and pumpkin.

• The personification of drama.

• Has a lot of gossip and info on the other famous people of Inkwell. Will tell you this gossip. You will listen. You have no choice-

• This man may seem like he knows how to do shit on his own, but he actually needs help with most things. Such as you having to help with this man's bow-tie every morning, because he just cannot figure it out for the life of him.

• Perfectionist, such a damn perfectionist. He won't go on with his day without him looking perfectly chipper, and he also spends hours in the shower. Really making sure to run up those water bills.

• A little sensitive about his age. If you ask him about it, he’ll say "that's not important" which is an oddly a creepy answer-

• If you wake up early, you'll find Dice in the bathroom just looking at himself in the mirror with a blank stare. If you actually enter the bathroom, he'll be so terrified that he jumps INTO the shower and closes the curtain to hide himself.

• He's mostly insecure about his pips, or dots. He knows he's getting old, because his color is fading. So...he buys lipstick to cover the faded coloring. But you smudged it once while he was kissing you, and he reacted like he was dying.

• He fiddles with his mustache when he's nervous and yet hates if tell him it makes him look like a villain.

• Much like his boss, if you go through the menstrual cycle he gets ungracefully awkward. But he tries to be very casual about it, despite his awkwardness being obvious as hell.

• “Oh, it’s that week?” Silent for a second. “Do you need me to get you anything or ..no?”

• Will buy you everything you need. And since stuff like tampons were fairly new in the 1930s and therefore most likely a tad expensive, thankfully he does have the money for it.

• If reminded, will carry some on him for you. If reminded that is, I’m putting emphasis on “IF REMINDED” for a f—king reason! Guy’s on autopilot all day, he’s famous but also has pretty much everything done for him, and so he doesn’t have to think about much.

• If not reminded he will completely forget and therefore freak the hell out if asked if for some.

• Like The Devil, he has no idea what being Non-binary means, or Bisexual, or anything related to that. I’m not saying he’s straight….He’s not, he just doesn’t know there are words for stuff like that other than ‘homosexual’ and a few other words I can’t mention-

• So, he'll mess up a few times when trying to use the correct pronouns, except he'll correct himself very VERY quickly.

• "He- THEY.. are my partner. I said they, of course I did. I would never say anything other than they.” Silence for a few seconds before then saying in a much more serious tone: “I said they.”

• He cares. He’s just stupid/j

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stagefoureddiediaz · 8 months ago

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7x07 Costume Meta

Well!! Where does one even start with this episode!!!

We start with Hen - thats where! Well actually we start by saying that no Bobby or Athena in this meta - as they were only seen in uniform!

I also want to say - starting with this one, I'm going to have to pull back from the very full on costume meta's I've been putting out each week - work has got incredibly busy (I'm about to undertake a massive multi £million project) and I just don't have the capacity - mentally and physically or the time, to write meta for every single one of our main (and the regulars/guest) cast. These metas take a huge amount of effort and energy and while I love writing them, I need to have the time to pursue other things alongside them, (which I currently don't) and give myself time to rest - I don't want my AuDHD to spiral me into burnout.

So while I'm still going to be putting out a costume meta each week, I cannot guarantee which or how many characters and costumes I talk about - I may do all the characters but not all their costumes or just a few of the characters but all their costumes - it depends on my capacity that week. I will commit to doing Buck and Eddie every week (unles they're only in uniform) because they are the reason I started doing these metas in the forstplace and are my blorbos!

I hope you can understand and still enjoy what I do produce and my inbox will always be open if you have specific questions you'd like to ask! Thanks for understanding

Now on with the meta - below the cut as usual!

Hen

Hens costumes go on a bit of a journey in this episode

Not going to lie - this t-shirt - I am obsessed with it as a choice for Hen and for this scene. Loewe t-shirts start at $300 - I am clearly in the wrong job and universe!! But that aside - we have this bright cyan blue (because its a cyanotype design!) which means trust and loyalty, but it is combined with a cow parsley print and cow parsley in flower language means safety sanctuary and refuge - due to its prevelance in church yards and churches being places where one could seek sanctuary (hisotrically speaking). So this is hen offering all of those things to Mara (on behalf of the Wilson family) and that is just beautiful to see.

Hen in a bright pink hoodie when the pink = naivety and innocence theme we have for this season is going strong, it does also play into the idea of secrets and cheating a bit as well - as we see Deidra give them a way to contact Maras half brothers family, and the implication that Mara's mother cheated on Maras father is made clear as well.

Then we get this birth of love jumper with pink roses on a gold background. gold in colour theory mean optimism, enlightenment and prosperity and with pink roses meaning gratitude and new beginnings, the symbolism of the sweater is pretty clear - even without the words 'the birth of love' wrtien on it - along with mara being in yellow and back in contact with her baby brother, all things are looking pretty positive in the Wilson household right now!

Maddie

its all about the pale blues and lavenders for Maddie this week.

The pale blue we see Maddie in here plays into the same blue theming we've seen Buck wearing since the end of season 5 - this is all about Maddie getting some closure and moving on from her past - leaving Doug and the trauma he put her through in the past. The blue bookends that mini arc for Maddie in this episode - showing her still doing a bit of processing over her trauma surrounding Doug and his kidnapping of her.

We also get the tan coloured jacket with its golden wrm undetones - its within the brown spectrum of the colour wheel and therefore plays into the theme of stability and protection.

We also get this beautiful lavender colour in the middle of it all as well. Lavender is a colour of cleansing and tranquility - which ties in nicely to Maddies pale blue closure and moving on journey for the episode.

Buck

Buck decided to just play out the green and blue colour theme on his own this week - the dark bottle green shirt with a navy blue apron thats messy and stained is an interesting choice! This is the second time this season we've seen Buck in this dark green shade, and both times have been around Eddie and both scenes have related to issues with Eddies relationship with Marisol and the idea of keeping secrets of some description.

combine this with the other times we've seen Buck wearing this dark bottle green and things become even more interesting

-2x18 - Buck and Ali relationship end -3x12 - skateboarding -3x16 - when Buck takes Red to see Cindy -5x13 - when he confesses to Taylor about kissing Lucy -5x18 - when he breaks up with Taylor

the skateboarding scene is the only one that doesn't fully fit the bottle green narrative at play in the other three scenes - its also the only other scene where there is no blue present - Eddie is wearing white and buff, so it can be discounted from the pattern by virtue of the lack of blue.

All 4 of the other scenes involve a relationship crisis point of some description - Ali all but ends their relationship (side point here, Buck is also wearing blue and green in this scene as the hoodie is lined in navy blue).

- Red discovers Cindy has dementia and cannot remember him - ending any hope of that relationship being something he can pursue. This scene does however sit slightly apart from the later scenes as well - by virtue of Red being the character involved - and not someone Buck has a close personal relationship with - Red is a new friend.

Buck confessing he kissed Lucy puts his relationship with Taylor in jeopardy and it then ends in 5x18 - both of these scenes play into the theme of the lack of trust and of secrets on top of the relationship crisis points.

So to combine those scenes with the two from this season - all involve a crisis point in a close relationship along with secrets and to a greater or lesser extent a lack of trust, leading to a breakdown or termination of a relationship. So while on the surface this is all pointing towards some form of relationship termination, my feeling is that isn't the whole story. I do think it still points towards a relationship crisis point for Buck and Eddie (as well as Eddie and Marisol and Eddie and Kim) when the fact Eddie is cheating on Marisol comes to light, the fact that Buck is also the one wearing the blue and not Eddie, points me towards thinking that Buck will also be the one to ensure that any break between him and Eddie is only temporary - because ultimately Buck has been on both sides of the coin - he has been cheated on (Abby did't technically end their relationship so Buck was technically being cheated on) and been the one to do the cheating.

Chris

Chris is the only colour in this scene - we have Eddie in white and buff and Marisol in white and black - both effectively devoid of colour - meanwhile Chris is sat between them wearing green and red - and check gets thrown into the mix as well.

The fact he is placed directly between them for most of the scene is an indicator that it is this 'family' dynamic that is going to fall under the curse of the check pattern - the check is foreshadowing the entrance of Kim later in the scene, as well as the future end of the relationship between Eddie and Marisol and Chris and Marisol.

The green is also closer to Eddies army greens than we've seen Chris in before - playing into the idea of Chris and Eddie being similar in their behaviours and mannerisms - again its a form of foreshadowing Eddies cheating arc sitting in parallel to Chris's one.

Meanwhile the red is a signal of danger (it can mean passion, love etc as well, but in this instance - as its being used in check pattern - its more a symbol of danger - a warning!).

I'm also fascinated by the foreshadowing this outfit gives us as well - the red and green of Buck and later outfits - a signifier perhaps of the check also hinting at conflict ahead for Buck and Eddie over the fact Eddie is lying to Buck and to Chris - as the use of the two colours on all three of them in the episode (and only the three of them) really highlights them as a unit once again.

Then we have Chris in a white tee and a two tone denim jacket. I am sincerley hoping that the white tee is not a signifier of the same things as Buck being in white - Chris so rarely wears white, that I am hoping it is merely playing into the idea that Chris is a true innocent in the tangled web that Eddie is weaving - the web centred around his internalised idea that he needs to find another mother figure for Chris.

Marisol

Marisol in back and white stripes is paying into stripe theory rather nicely - its indicating that change is coming. We see the beginnings of that change later in the scene with the introduction of Kim. The choice to have the stripes in black and white is also telling - its a literal representation of things being black and white and plays into the theme of Eddie and Marisol's relationship lacking colour - its very telling that both her and Eddie have worn black and or white around each other far more than any other colours, I'm not saying we haven't seen them in other colours - we have - Marisol has also worn the bright pink top in 7x01 and the blue dressing gown (and the blue top from later) and Eddie has worn his army green but the fact of the matter is that black and white are the over arching colours the two of them wear in relation to one another and tied into that is the fact that none of the scenes she has been involved in have been about establishing her as a character in her own right - all of her scenes have been set up for either Chris or Eddie - the audience is being given very little to endear her to them and the black and white also plays that out - in fact we have had more establishment of Eddie and Tommy as friends in one episode than we have had of Eddie and Marisol as a couple across multiple episodes.

There is also the fact that white means purity and innocence - which as a novice nun is on theme for her - but it also plays into the idea that she is also an innocent party in the road Eddie is about to send them on.

We also get more Marisol in Blue - its a bright blue that is very reminiscent of the bright blue that the Virgin Mary is depicted wearing in Catholic art - it plays into the theme of Eddies Catholic guilt that was established in 7x05 when Eddie found out she was a novice nun - its just yet more layering of this positioning her as a representation of the Catholic faith - as a representation of purity and goodness - she is intentionally meant to seen bland and too good an pure - its her literal narrative purpose.

Kim

Ok sooo Kim the Shannon Doppelgänger! They've done a great job with costuming her to make her look very differnet to Shannon - which is a key thing. To start with all the colours we've seen her in so far sit on the opposite side of the colour wheel from Shannon - who was much more in the yellow orange and pink side of the wheel, while Kim here sits in the blue side of the wheel - interestingly the same side of the Wheel that Buck sits on. I've spoken at length about How Buck in the pale blues we've seen him wearing since the end of season five was about his journey of self discovery and figuring out who he is and what he wants - about moving forward and leaving the past in the past. The same could be said for Eddie here its just manifesting in a very differnet way - Kim is a projection of Shannon, so moving on from Shannon and leaving her ghost in the past is what Eddies journey is all about.

I am fascinated by the fact that this suit choice - with its vertical striped pattern and white shirt underneath also plays into 6x01 Buck and the lasagne of it all - especially considering we see Buck attempting a new lasagne later in the episode - there is something in the concept that Buck getting his lasagne right in that blue zip front jacket when Eddie is there to eat it, and then not getting the new lasagne he is trying out right when Eddie is not going to be eating it - things being successful and right when the three of them are together as the Buckley-Diaz family, but not being successful or right when one of them isn't present.

This as a concept places Buck along side Shannon - something we've already seen explicitly stated on screen in this season and in direct contrast to Kim - because not only is Kim a doppelgänger for Shannon, she becomes a doppelgänger for buck as well.

The blue and white striped top in the second Kim scene also mirrors Buck costumes from season 6 - the vertical stripes and the use of blue and white - it further emphasises the paralleling of the pair of them - because the implications are clear - Eddie thinking he's found this second chance with Shannon - a second chance at happiness with when the reality is that Buck has been there all along - it plays perfectly into the Vertigo arc that Tim is using as well - Buck in the place of Midge - the best friend but the actual right fit for Eddie who has been there all along.

This black sheer top and leather jacket with the knotted updo is playing into so many themes that it makes me happy! the first and most obvious one is that its a very stereotypical 'other woman' outfit - the sophisticated seductress. It also plays her into the opposite of Shannon - dark versus light - all the flashbacks of Shannon we saw in this episode were brightly lit and bathed in light - giving her an angelic and heavenly aura - a play on her status as an angel (both in terms of her being dead, but also in terms of Eddie having rose tinted glasses on in regards to their relationship and her as a person - that common trait of making saints of the dead - especially when their death was traumatic and left things unfinished - as we have with Eddie)- Kim her is lit far more darkly and the glow of the light has a much more orange and therefore darker tone to it - its a play on temptation - the updo and leather also give her a slightly serpent like air - she is Eve tempting Adam to eat the fruit - it is serpent like. This theme plays on the other religious theme we've had established around Eddie - with Marisol being placed into this Virgin Mary role - here we have Kim being placed into her opposition as the devil - I am not saying she is evil - this is about Eddie being tempted by trying to get back what he has lost - she is a physical manifestation of what is happening - of Eddies internal struggles with his catholic guilt - much in the same way Marisol is a manifestation of the opposite side of that catholic guilt coin - they are the extremes that are pulling on Eddie in physical form and Eddie needs to find the balance.

Eddie

Boy oh boy do we have a lot to talk about with Eddie this week!1

There are three key themes at play with Eddie in his costuming this week and its so so good, I'm obsessed with the choices being made.

Starting out with this white tee and buff suede jacket which ties into three separate scenes which are key in relation to Christopher and Eddies relationships with women and the the theme of Eddie looking for a mother for him.

up first - the moment Eddie lets Shannon back into Christophers life - this one is pretty obvious on the mother front - Eddie is literally letting Christophers actual mother back into his life. this jacket is closer to brown than the buff colour of the one above, but it still plays into the theme - its the point at which the theme is established.

Then we have Eddies talk with Bobby about Shannon and re proposing to her as well as the possibly of her being pregnant again. Its a key turning point in his the relationship with Shannon - it is the moment that idealisation starts to creep into Eddies perspective on her and the moment when past, present and future collide - the concept of having Shannon and not having Shannon.

Finally we have the skateboarding scene - which while being a key moment of bonding as the Buckely-Diaz dynamic continues to be established in season 3. The jacket here is the closest to the one from 7x07 and this scene comes on the back of a couple of scenes with Ana - who was wearing pale blue in one and white (with red flowers) in the second.

All of these scenes when combined with the scenes from 7x07 establish this white tee - buff/beige jacket or shirt colour way as being about Christopher and Eddies desire to give him a mother figure - that the final scene - the skateboard scene very clearly shows Buck becoming a key figure in Christophers upbringing in a far more visual and physical way - Eddie is and active participant rather than standing on the sidelines as he is in all the others - along with the choice to show buck in the dark green in the same episodes - showing Buck in a semi parental role back then to show him in an even more parental role in this one (the 'we won't wait up' was a definite choice on the script front when it had been established that Chris was staying over at Bucks and Eddie wasn't returning until the following day) - especially when you also have Chris wearing red in both episodes.

Eddie in a black shirt - one that is the same as the one from 7x06.

There is a lot at play with this black shirt, and a lot at play with black on Eddie more widely, but first up - The Christopher watch. It was so very present in this episode - the shirt cuff has been tucked underneath the watch to ensure that it is visible - because they want to ensure that we see that Christopher is still front and centre in Eddies mind through all of this - it is an indicator that Eddie is not dating any of these women for himself - they are all in one way or another for Chris.

The clincher on the watch front is that the first time we see it is when he goes on his first date with Ana - the first time he is trying to 'recapture' the magic he had with Shannon and the first time he starts dating to try and give Chris a mother figurre. The fact it is so present when he goes back to the store to see Kim the Shannon doppelgänger is proof enough that this is as much about Chris as it is Eddie - the ghost of Shannon continues to loom large in both of their lives and Eddie is very much still trying to find her again for the both of them.

The other - slightly more unhinged aspect of this is that he wears the Christopher watch out to his date with Kim later on - making it still about Christopher. The reason this is unhinged is that the one time we have seen Eddie go out on something resembling a date and not wear the Christopher watch was the poker night with Buck - I said at the time the fact that both Eddie and buck were wearing new watches was important - here we start to see its significance play out - that poker night was for Eddie (and Buck), not for Christopher in any way - if Marisol or Kim were meant to be endgame or even truly long term - then he would be wearing that watch on his dates with one of them - the fact he hasn't speaks volumes (and speaks volumes for the buddie of it all!).

the shirt itself being worn for this meeting and coming off the back of two key scenes in 7x06 tells its own story. Whilst Bucks coming out to Eddie scene is about his coming out, it is also about establishing Eddie not knowing/realising that Tommy was gay, as well as about the idea of

His wearing it to reverse his relationship with Marisol back to them not living together - to start over is obvious - the magic with her wasn't magicking, but because of his determination (subconsciously) to find a mother for Chris he rewinds rather than ending the relationship. This remains the key scene for this shirt in that episode and ties into his wearing it in this one - its all about rewinding the clock and trying again.

The thing with Eddie in black (apart from the singlets which are their own themed thing - although it still ties into the wider Eddie in black theme) is that its a colour he has worn so specifically in relation to his mental health and in connection with Christopher (and Shannon).

I'm not going to go through every instance of him wearing black - it would take way to long, but I am going to pick out a few key moments when he is wearing it - specifically shirts

2x17 - the reproposal/ divorce scene 3x12 - parent teacher night at school - mets Ana for the first time 3x15 - Christopher birth (flash back scene) 4x13 - follow your heart not Christophers scene 5x01 - Panic attack scene 5x10 - tells Carla about the hostage situation - after Chris's meltdown 5x17 - Ramons retirement party

We also have him in 6x11 in his widows weeds at Bucks bedside and in 6x17 a long sleeved waffle tee when he 're' meets Marisol at the DIY store

In regards to Marisol - he has worn black more than any other colour in relation to her (not that they've had many scenes together, but half of their scenes have been in black, and that includes their 're' meeting in the hardware store - not technically their first meeting, but Eddie was in uniform the first time they met.

The black is playing two roles with Eddie - there is the fact that it has duel meaning - it is associated with magic - specifically dark magic as well as darkness/depression, secrets and power. I know I haven't listed all of the scenes he wears black and long sleeves above - but the fact that those scenes I've listed are so very central to Eddie, fatherhood and the various women in his life is pretty telling. The fact that both Ana and Marisol were both met in scenes where he was in black or that so many of the other scenes were connected to pivotal moments in his relationships with all three women (Shannon, Ana and Marisol) - in the same way the the dark green has been for Buck - and the fact that so many of the scenes tie into the theme of his heart and not following it plays into this idea that he is in mourning - that his grief is central to all of these relationships - and that includes this new one with Kim.

Setting his first meeting (as in actual conversation) with Kim against this backdrop of his previous relationships, grief and his 'struggle's with fatherhood (including his relationship with his own father) sets this relationship off on the wrong foot regardless of the cheating aspect or the fact she is Shannons doppelgänger.

Sorry, both the pictures from 7x07 have terrible lighting - it was basically impossible to get a good still of either shirt that showed off the colour!!!! I am however obsessed with the choice to put Eddie in maroon twice in this episode - and in long sleeves at that!

The reason for my obsession - the way it plays into yet another Christopher theme. Eddie wearing Maroon long sleeved shirts (espeically Henleys) in relation to Christopher and his choices as a parent. So in this Episode it happens twice - we have his meal in the Diaz kitchen with Marisol, and then at the end of the Episode - his date with Kim - While neither scene directly involves Chris, both play into this idea of everything Eddie does in terms of his relationships in connected to Chirs - he daydreams about bringing Shannon back into Christophers life - in a better more honest way than he actually managed to do in the real world (proof of his rose tinted glasses being firmly on when it comes to Shannon) - righting the wrongs he feels he did her, then later on he drops Chris off with Buck (the other actual parental figure in Chris's life) before going on a secret date wit ha woman who looks like Shannon and Eddie is viewing as a second chance - a second chance not just for himself, but also for Chris - because Chris is missing his mom - something the show established early on in the season and the trigger that is sending Eddie into this current spiral.

All of the scenes Eddie has worn this colour in previously (by this I mean without the presence of other colours via jackets etc) - and they're aren't that many - are deeply connected to Chris and Eddies struggles with fatherhood.

We have this scene from 2x10 when Chris confesses his Christmas wish is to have his mom back - which leads to Eddie feeling guilty about his choices as a father and ultimately leads to Shannons return to Christophers life.

then we have Fight club Eddie in the aftermath of nearly killing a man from 3x08 - This is the only other time we see him in a Henley and the fact that the conversation he has with Bobby is so heavily intertwined with the concept of Eddie needing to be in control for Christopher - he is once again at the heart of the scene, even in his physical absence from it. It is also turning out to be an even more key scene - Bobby makes the all important comment

'Eddie I just want to make sure you don't think you have to lose everything, before you can allow yourself to feel anything'

this line is very much coming into play now - Eddie did not listen to Bobbys advice and is now setting himself on a course to lose everything. That implies that he will then finally start to feel things - able to move past his continued grief and build a future for himself. The overarching implication is that Eddie has remained in fight club mode since this scene - just that the fight club is internalised and with himself - his failings as a husband and father.

Chris goes off to summer camp in 3x18 - again a scene about Chris and Eddies role as father

and finally his first date with Ana - this scene while not obviously about Chris in the moment - is in fact all about Chris - we see it borne out over the course of Eddies relationship with Ana, but the key factor is that this is the first time we see Eddie wearing a different watch to his work watch - a second watch - his Christopher watch - which I explained the significance of above.

I've also included this tee from 6x12 because although it has short sleeves rather than long ones, it is adjacent to all of the above - he is making Christophers lunch while he and Buck talk later on after Buck has enjoyed his nap on Eddies couch, but it is also the closest they have come to talking about the will. Eddie is also not wearing a watch at all at this point - in a precursor to the poker date two episodes later, this moment - about letting yourself feel things rather than boxing them up inside feels like a key counterpoint to the reality of Eddies arc for this season.

The other thing about the red shirt black jacket combination along with all the above, is that it also juxtaposes the date with Vanessa that Pepa set him up on - the idea of wanting to be on a date versus not wanting to be on a date, whilst also ensuring black is a central theme with Eddies costuming arc this season.

Thats all for this week - Sorry again that it took so long to get written and posted - but I hope you enjoyed it none the less!

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totallyanopossum · 4 days ago

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Peter x Y/N

Looks are deceiving

Peter becomes obsessed with the innocent looking Y/N, who is so much more than she seems. She's got a hidden backstory and always wears long sleeves. Peter saves her and lets her finally know it's okay to not be okay. He'll be here for her rain or shine.

TW: Cutting

He first saw her when they were waiting in the hall for detention, he wondered what a small Lil innocent girl in a cute cow sweater was doing here surly she must be in the wrong place. He listened in as she talked with the guy near the door.” is this detention?”, “yeah just gotta wait for the teacher.. hey ain't you an honor student what are you doing here?”,” Oh well, Mr. Hendrix wouldn't let me go to the bathroom”, “Oh yeah he's a bitch but he'll usually let you during the last 10 min if you can hold it”, “this wasn't the kinda thing that could be held and I bled threw my pants and into the chair and so I waited till everyone else left and I took the chair and put it on his desk”, “Damm, but why are you were he should be disciplined”, “my behavior wasn't showing mature conflict resolution apparently but he did get talked to”. Peter thinks damn lil badass her looks are deceiving... I'll have to drop by Mr Hendrix later.

They go in and she sits in the back he takes the desk next to hers, fascinated he glances at her and sees she's actually doing homework. He draws but his sharpie dies and he starts cursing under his breath, she sees this and takes out a pen and taps his leg he's about to snap when he turns but just sees her holding out a kinda fancy-looking pen. He asks if it's for him, and she says it is, he takes it and nods thanks. He checks out the pen and it's nice, one side sharpie marker one side fine tip. When detention is over she's out the door so quickly he has to hurry after her. “hey your pen”, she stops and turns, looking him up and down, “You can keep it”.

He keeps the pen treasures it and works on a drawing for her, he's obsessed and starts following her, finds her locker, where she sits at lunch, and what she eats, he learns everything he can. He notices something else about her, a change in how her wardrobe changes going from cute colorful sweater outfits to jeans and a hoodie or jacket and band teas, he didn't expect her to listen to those bands. He notices how her makeup changes no more colorful intricate looks and turns into slept-in tight liner. He notes how the life, that spark leaves her eyes, how she's no longer on honor roll, how she's absent more. He wonders what has caused this change but is nervous to approach so he doesn't.

Last night she got beat up and passed out and woken up by a bucket of water being poured over her and screamed at to leave. She hurriedly packed luckily she has a car she bought herself,loads her stuff up and leaves she only had time to dry off and change at the bus bathroom then she headed to school. And of course, it was assembled day, and she had to listen to some lecture on shit. It's not even lunch and she's itching for something to take the edge off.

She is having a rough fucking day and needs something to help take the edge off, she sees the school bully Peter smoking in the hall. He’s never given her trouble before, so she heads toward him not caring if she gets a beating she'll take pain as an ethos as well.

Peter sees the girl that he's obsessed with come right up to him he doesn't know what to say but before he can she snatches his cigarette and takes a big inhale he's kinda impressed she doesn't start coughing but he's confused he didn't know she smokes, she's still puffing, “can I keep this one”, “uhh yeah it's your”,” thanks”, she gives him a lil wave and walks off. He's so confused but even more obsessed this is their first real encounter other than her letting him borrow and keep a pen of hers. All day he keeps thinking about how their lips both touched the same cig.

When his mind clears he wonders what sparked her behavior, she usually stays in the shadows and doesn't openly break the rules. So he follows her after school but she gets in her car and drives off, but she usually takes the bus or walks this is new. The next day at the break he sees her leaning against a tree and he goes to her and pulls out a cig, “want another”, she pulls out her earbuds, “huh”, “need another”, “oh fuck yeah”, he lights it up starting it for her and hands it off and they pass it back and forth, “thanks I needed this”, “no problem anytime”, “are you as scary as they say’, “sometimes yeah”, “cool”, bell rings and she heads to class.

That day she takes the bus, her friend lets her park her car at their place temporarily, when she gets off he follows her and watches from a distance as the one girl goes inside and she gets in her car and drives off. He thinks she's living in her car, what how long has this been going on? The next day Peter and Y/N get assigned a project together, Peter thinks this is the perfect opportunity to get closer and maybe ask some questions. He turns to her, “so we should get together and work on this”, “oh um yeah”, “we can go to my place”, “your parents won't mind”, “nah there chill”, “okay then when are you free”, “how about today”, “oh umm yeah sure umm here let me give you my number so you can send me the address”,he gets her number very glad to have it he sends her the address.

He goes right home and cleans up quickly. His parents ask what's up and he says how someone's coming over to do a project, his parents can't believe it but are good with it. She drives over to his place and sees they have a u drive way and plenty of parking space and she parks and goes and knocks. His mom opens the door as Peter comes down the stairs, she greets his parents. Peter takes her up to her room, his mom says she'll be up with snacks soon. They go into his room and she looks around, “you shoved everything in the closet when I was heading over did you?”, “yeah and under the bed”, “nice”. She goes over to some cushions in the corner, “can I”, “yeah”,he is kinda nervous having her in her now. She takes the cushion and sets it against the beds front board and she sits and gets out her laptop,”can I get the wifi password”, “yeah one sec”, he gets her the password and she starts woking. “so i don't usually do homework so how should we do this”,”oh don't worry I'll have this done in 20 minutes”, “what how?”,she pats the floor next to her and he sits and watches but is confused. “what are you doing?”, “first find the paper we need in Russian, second Google translate it, 3rd fix up the Grammar make it sound right and done”, “you know russian”,yeah its about all I have that connects me to my heritage”,he watches as she works, impressed.

A knock at the door and his mom comes in with fresh pigs in a blanket, “here you go”, “this was from the oven ms king you made fresh snacks”, “oh it's no big deal dear”, “thank you”. He sees the way she's eyeing the food,”go ahead eat”,she sets her computer down and dig in and starts eating,the way she eats shows him she's so hungry, “aren't you gonna eat?”,”eat as much as you want, she's making dinner later”. She eats almost all of it,”you full?”, “stuffed”, he eats the last few. She goes back to working,”anything I can do”, “yeah sure read threw this let me know if a part sounds weird”,he takes the laptop and does that and when he finds a weird part she reaches over to his lap and fixes it they get it all done quickly.”so that's done I should get going”, “you can stay and chill I got a good sound system we can listen to something”, “that sounds nice yeah if you don't mind”, “I don't mind”. So they chill and listen to music Peter is glad to see her smile and the life return to her eyes,”where's the bathroom”, “down the hall last left door”,she goes and seeing herself in the mirror she sees she actually smiling again and her eyes she looks alive again it makes her get emotional tear up a bit.

She comes back and sits down and he sees somethings wrong,”you okay something wrong”, “I umm (wipes eyes) I'm okay”.Her voice cracking gave her away, “Y/N what's wrong you can talk to me”, “no you'll make fun of me like the others”, “others… no I won't, I won't tell a soul”. She's crying now, “I'm so tired”,he opens his arms to hug her. She sees this and takes the opening snuggling up to him and he holds her as she crys. She explains how her adopted parents have been pressuring her her whole life to be perfect and she finally broke and her grades are slipping and how they kicked her Monday and she's been living in her car and she's barely gotten any sleep In days. “Shhh shhh it I'll be okay I'll take care of the bully's at school and you'll stay here my mom will feed you make sure you gain that weight back and you'll be able to sleep soundly here”, “you you know the one good thing about all this has been that I lost weight”, “whyd you want that”, “I've never been skinny but didn't have a problem with being chubby but in the back of my mind I did wanna be skinny cause I've always wanted to be picked up and carried”, “huh that's not a reason to lose weight just a reason to find a strong guy”, “yeah where”,next thing she knows she lifted off the ground and he's holding her bridal style, “right here”, “woah but your so skinny”, “all muscle”,he walks her over to the bed and sets her on the edge,”so what you say you good with my plan”, “your plan?”, “yes you stay here I take care of bullies and my mom will fatten you back up”, she doesn't wanna have to rely on someone but right now she cracked open vulnerable, she nods yes. She hugs onto him pressing her face against his chest, “but your parents”,”dad was a foster kid he won't let you be homeless and mom she's got a big heart and loves to cook... we’ll head downstairs I'll explain to them and you can get whatever you need from your car okay”, “okay”,he wipes her face brushes her hair back and they go.

She goes and gets her bag from her car and he fills in his parents, when she comes back in she looks at them shyly, his dad says “your welcome here Y/N”, his mom says “do you have any food allergies things you hate”, “I prefer garlic powder to the actual thing but that's it”. “Just like peter” . Peter takes her back upstairs,”do you wanna shower or anything”, “yeah that sounds nice”, he takes her to the bathroom and gets her some towels,”feel free to use any of my stuff”, “thanks Peter”,she showers it's nice to finally feel fully clean, she drys off and changes into pj's and her hair wrapped in a towel she heads back to his room. “you got a blow dryer”, “yeah over here”,he gets it out for her. She dries her hair then gets some brushes and stuff from her bag and goes over to the bed,”can I”, “yeah what's mine is yours”,she sits on the bed and starts to braid her hair he watches fascinated he knows how to braid but never been very good at it,your really good at that, “thanks ... can you braid?”, “yeah but not very well”, “I could teach you or do it for you”,that idea is so tempting to have her touch him and do his hair. “Another time you need to rest”,she yawns “yeah”.

After doing her hair she lays down and the pillow it smells like him she likes it, “thank you for the drawing peter I really like it I didn't know you were so talented”, “you knew it was me”, “yeah smelled like sharpie and cigarettes your the only one who smokes I know”, he lifts up his shirt and turns his back to her showing her his tattoo,”did you design it”, “yeah I design all my tattoos”, “you have more”,”yeah but there below the belt so for another time”, “it's pretty so detailed”. He puts his shirt back on and lays down facing her they just look at eachother he sees she's tired,his mom calls out dinners ready, “are you hungry or wanna sleep”,”I'm still full I wanna sleep”, he gets up and pulls the blanket over her,”you sleep”, he goes and eats. When he comes back she's asleep, seeing her asleep in his bed he likes that sight a lot. He changes and gets ready for bed. He hears her and looks over, looks like she's having a nightmare she wakes up startled,”hey it's okay just a nightmare”,she nods and he gets in and lays down and puts a hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her, “they'd kicked me out before temporarily before I had a car and I had nowhere to go I woke up to a man humping my leg trying to get my pants off... that's what tye nightmare was about”, “I won't let anyone hurt you anymore.”

She reaches out and puts a hand on his chest. He looks down and sees her arm it's covered in scars. That's when he realizes he's never seen her in short sleeves before. “You always wear long sleeves this is why”,she pulls her arm back,”oh shit umm”, “it's okay I don't judge you can I see”,she nods and holds out her arm and he feels the scars, “your not mad”, “oh no never”, “I needed something to take away the pain I couldn't waste the money on drugs so pain is what I used.. that day I took your cigarette I was on my way to cut in yeh bathroom but the cig worked good too”, “I won't stop you from cutting or smoking just let me know if you need bandages okay I'll clean you up”, “thank you Peter”. She starts to cry a bit, he grabs her and pulls her into a hug and holds her rubbing her back,”what's a cute pet name in Russian”,”малютка”,she helps him learn to pronounce it,”close your eyes clear your head rest I've got you малютка”. She does as he says and falls asleep quickly, he stays up a while and just watches her.

The alarm goes off in the morning waking them,”what's that”, “it's the alarm”, “oh what time is it”, “6:30 got half an hour to get ready”, “mmm okay”. He releases her and she stretches and gets up,they get up and get ready she changes and does her makeup doesn't take her to long,he takes longer to get ready and while he's getting his accessories she comes over to take a look, “wow you got lots of gear”,”yep you like it?”, “yeah I've always thought you look cool”, “thanks wanna try some”,”really?”. He nods and she says yes so he picks out a collar that matches his and puts it on her it's big on her but he likes how it looks you can definitely tell it's his,and he puts a chain belt on her,you'll need this till you gain back your weight and your pants fit right again,she looks in the mirror, “thanks Peter”. They head down and have breakfast and take their lunches and walk to the buss stop,he sees her get nervous,”I'll take care of the bully's dont worry about that ive got”,he notes how she reacts when he says that ,”what does малютка mean”, “umm it means baby lil one”, last night she was raw and open and rn she's feeling more shy with how close she's gotten with him but she won't push him away,”and how would I say my”, “moy”, “it I'll be okay moy малютка... is it okay I say that”, “yeah .. well umm it is it's just something you only say to someone very close and special to your heart” ,”so it's not something said lightly”, “yeah”, “good.”

The bus arrives, “walk in front of me to the back”, she does as he says he notes the whispers and stares so he puts a hand on her waist as they walk and eveyones goes silent deadly silent. They sit he sees she anxious and scratching at her arm, “do they hurt”, “no just when they heal they get itchy”, “do you need something to take the edge off rn”, “I can hold out but a smoke at break would be nice”, “your on”, he puts an arm around her and is holding her to him, to his surprise she presses against him leaning into his hold,they get close to school. “I wanna let everyone know not to mess with you and the best way is for them you see me holding touching be near you, you okay with that?”,she swallows knowing that is the best tactics and she is okay with it she likes the contact but everything from last night and him calling her a pet name it's confusing her feelings a bit,”yeah I'm okay with that”,he can see she's a bit shy nervous but understands it's not from being uncomfortable it's from feelings. So they head onto school him right behind her and a hand on her waist when she stops by her locker. He glares at everyone who looks their way and he's never more than 2 feet away from her. At break they share a smoke he lights it for her and notes a slight blush when he passes it to her. “How you doing darling”, “nervous but that's going away”, “your doing good”. The day goes well no run inside or trouble,bus ride back home she's tired from being stressed all day and she leans her head on him so quietly she didn't even mean to say it outloud but he hears “why's he smell so good”,he doesn't comment playing off that he didn't hear her.

They get back to his house and he cleans up his desk so she has a place to do homework and he lays in bed and watches her, eventually getting up and standing beside her “whatcha doing”, “homework obviously.. but I'm almost done”, “good”. She finishes the work then sits in the pillow corner, puts on her headphones and starts writing on her phone,he's curious and goes to her, “sorry I'm used to being alone and don't want get in your way bother you”, “you won't bother me whatcha doing you”, “i draw I write”, “ooo what kinda stuff”, “umm it's a bit embarrassed but I write fan fics and short stories”, “you don't gotta say more..but umm can I sit with you”, “your like a dog ain't you, cute caring protective always wanna be close and wears a collar”,she reaches up and tugs on his collar a little, he realizes she's the shy type in publicity but relaxes in private, and the collar tug did something to him,”okay never thought about it like that but it's accurate”,she moves forward, “come on moy shchenok sit” ,he sees how she opened up a spot behind her and he moves into it with her between his legs he's surprised when she leans back on him and tilts her head up, “hmmm your warm”, he puts his arms around her, “your cold... why”, “bad circulation get cold easily”, “don't worry I'll keep you warm”, she sits and continues writing on her phone and he's so happy to be her chair and keep her warm. “What does moy shchenok mean”, “my puppy”, his hearts pounding and cheeks flushing he's so happy. He doesn't even notice her movements till she puts down her phone and lays against him fully and grabs onto his hands closing her eyes, “tired?”, “like a really deep tired and….. Peter I wanna cut see the pretty red feel the sting of steel”, :how badly do you want to”,”I can still hold out”, he holds her tighter,”let me know when you can't”,she nods.

It's dinner time and they eat. It's nice ,his parents are nice even ask about her day and tell Peter to watch over her. After dinner they change into pj's and she braids her hair. “Did you read over my shoulder when I was writing earlier”, “no if you wanted me to read it you'll give it to me”,I only share my writing on tumblr I'm so nervous about facing some irl who knows the freaky and weird stuff I'm into”, “what about me ... maybe I'm a freak too”, “gimme some time I'll warm up and share more”, “I'll be waiting”. They get in bed and she puts on a movie on her computer, “where'd you get there your not on Netflix”, “I pirate movies”, “there's so much your hiding under the innocent look”, “oh yeah”. Movie is over they lay down to sleep not cuddling like last time but he feels her hand grab onto his arm and he likes the contact too.

Next day is going okay, their at break sharing a smoke but when she walks back from the water fountain one of her bully's gets in her path and starts getting in her face and starts saying shit saying how she's whoring herself out for protection and other stuff. Peter sees and grabs the guys collar lifts him up and tosses him aside and stomps on the hand he put on her. He goes to her “you okay”, “yeah I'm fine he didn't hurt me”, “come on let's go”,he leads her off the yard and into an empty hall and hugs her he feels her shaking,”shhh shh it's okay whatd he say to you”, “called me a whore saying I'm fucking you for protection saying I'm a sorry accuse for a fuck pathetic ugly thing who should just die”, he wants to go kill the guy but she needs him more she's what's important, “oh moy malyutka don't believe a word he said... your no whore and anyone would be lucky to have you”,”Ty moya spasitel'naya blagodat', Piter Bozhe, ya byla by tvoyey shlyukhoy, yesli by mogla ostat'sya ryadom s toboy”. He doesn't ask what it means he know she needed to say something but wasn't ready for him to know and that's okay. “We can leave, skip the rest of the day if you want”, “I'm not a quitter”, “okay then”, the rest of the day goes okay. She's kinda depressed and nervous but at least he didn't get called in for stomping the guy.

They get home and she does her homework lazily just enough for completion, they jam to some music he put on he thought I'd help and looks like it did. After dinner and pj's, he sees her scratching at her arm scratching to hard, “do you need to cut malyutka”,she looks at him big sad teary eyes and nods yes,he goes and hugs her, “do you have the stuff”, “in my bag”,she gets up and digs around and pulls out a pencil cases she stands there nervously, “i've never done this with someone else in the room”, “I can leave”, “no .. don't leave me”,he goes and picks her up and carries her to the bed setting her down and gets in himself, “I won't leave you ever okay I'm right here whatever you need”, she takes off her jacket and sets it down then opens the case and gets out a blade she looks at him,he gives her his best comforting look. He watches as she cuts and he does find the blood pretty. He sees her go for bandages and stuff, “you're done?”, “yes”, “here let me clean you up I'm pretty skilled at bandaging”, “okay”,he bandages her up, cleans up the stuff and hugs her and kisses the top of her head. “Anything you do after?”, “cry usually”, “well how about a movie and some cuddles and crying if you feel like it”, “that sounds good... I like your cuddles”, “I like yours too your so soft.”

They put on a movie and cuddle. He's careful of her arm as he holds her to him. “I got a confession.” ,”Yeah”, “you looked really hot today when you threw that guy around and stomped on him”, “you liked that .. I was worried I scared you”, “you don't scare me ... like I said I'm a kinda a freak”, “was it me hurting him or showing off my strength tossing him around that you liked”, “I liked how you hurt him protecting me and your strength seeing how easily you could toss someone around”, “good to know I like learning things about you learning, what you like”. She pushes against him trying to get closer so he pulls her tighter against him, liking the feeling too. They fall asleep like that tightly cuddled together.

#your boyfriend peter #yb peter #yb peter x y/n #peter x y/n #tw s3lf harm #fanfic writing #writeblr #writers #fanfic #hurt/comfort #fluff #goth peter #tw #drabble

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emhasthoughts · 1 year ago

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Trick or Treat

Summary: Eric and Fiona were dead set on dressing up the cats.

A/N: "I'm not gonna write another bonus, I'm not gonna write another bonus, I'm not gonna - Fuck it" I had to write this bc I got the idea in my brain during a stream and it wouldn't let go until I wrote it

Thanks @dcartcorner , the two chatters in stream and my friend who helped me decide on some of the costumes.

Inspiration for Daisy's costume

Not beta read, just me, lil document and thoughts about cats

Pt 1, Simon, Peter, Elias and Mike / Pt 2, Michael and Helen Distortion, Agnes / Pt 3, Annabelle, Jude, Oliver / Pt 4, Maxwell, Manuela, John, Jane / Bonus, a visit to the vet

Gertrude blamed Eric Delano for the situation she was in. Well, Eric and Fiona Law. She could hear the two talk on the 30th that Gertrude felt was not work related. Her suspicion was confirmed as Eric knocked on the door to her office, leaning against the doorframe as he waited for her to look up.

“Yes Eric?”

“So… Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

“Why are you asking?”

“Because it’s Halloween. Going out for drinks with, oh, what was his name? Jurgen Lighter?”

“Leitner.” Gertrude sighed. “And no. I’m going to be home. Halloween is just a time of year to give children excuses to eat a lot of candy.”

“Riiight-” Eric drummed his fingers against the door frame. “You got cats though, right?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to dress them up?”

“Now why would I do that?”

Because Eric and Fiona were dead set on dressing up the cats. So after work they forced Gertrude to the local pet shop in order to find enough costumes for the cats. It was quite hard figuring everything out. Spending hours there looking at photos of the cats to find the right match.

“We’ll go home to yours directly after work then?” Fiona clarified with Gertrude before they went their separate ways. Gertrude only answered with a nod and mumble about how tomorrow would not be a great day.

31st started just fine. The day went on as usual, though her assistants were more talkative than normal. Eventually it was time to leave and the four stood ready as Gertrude exited her office. She sighed. Clearly no one had forgotten.

Some of the cats were very easy to get into their costumes. Oliver, Maxwell and Manuela got dressed as bats with wings, matching their already black fur. Oliver let it happen while the other two put on a bit more of a fight. Eric had a bit worse of a luck than Emma as he decided on the twins, both wearing a very colourful snake costume that Michael had first fought to not have to wear, Gerry however had been more peaceful, glaring at Eric as he got a onesie full of different types of eyes on it.

Poor Sarah had decided to take on Mike, which had gone as well as one might expect from him as Sarah tried to get him into a cloud costume. She had then taken three of the more peaceful cats. Simon, dressed as a bee and Peter who had accepted his fate to be dressed as a jester. She had even managed to catch Elias to put him in an owl costume.

Gertrude decided to make it as easy as possible by taking the cats that seemed the most interested in the costumes. Tim dressed in a cape similar to how a vampire costume would be, Martin who got a cow costume, Sasha who got a small knitted sweater and quickly made glasses to fit a cat, Jon who joined - or was bullied by Tim - was put in a moth costume. Agnes came up to her for her costume, looking like a fire with a crown on top of her head.

Fiona got Daisy into a dog costume, Melanie got on a lion's mane and Basira who got put in a box painted like a police car, though not without some chasing, scratching and something that fell from a table. Emma stuck to the theme of the matching outfits as she managed to get Jane into a worm costume, John into a fly costume and Annabelle into a spider costume. Eric changed out Georgie’s collar to one that said ‘The Admiral’. Jared got a onesie similar to Gerry’s though this one had a pattern of bones. Fiona had to take Jude and Nikola. Jude dressed up as a flame while Nikola looked like a toy soldier.

After a bunch of photos and attempts at getting Gertrude out with them, Emma, Fiona, Sarah and Eric decided to leave. Planning to go to some bar they liked. Leaving Gertrude alone with cats in stupid costumes and having to answer the door as people dressed up came by. Which was a bit of a pain as cats wanted to get out or the people showing up saw the dressed up cats. Gertrude was not very happy to get the cats OUT of the costumes again.

#gertrude robinson #eric delano #fiona law #Emma Harvey #Sarah Carpenter #the magnus archives #cat avatars #I'm not gonna tag all of the cats #I refuse to tag all the cats

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kai-ninjago · 9 months ago

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for the ask game you just reblogged

all of them

every question

First of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH this is literally a dream come true I love talking abt myself

1) phones Lock Screen: a drawing of myself and one of my main F/Os :3 art by @4i-i0v3-y0u!! One of my best friends here on tumblr :0

2) cheese or chocolate: cheese!! I love cheese soooo much

3) nicknames: just from my math teacher, which is kind of embarrassing— he calls me Kai Guy

4) last song: love me, normally

5) have I ever written fanfiction: yes! I have written LOTS of fanfiction. I even have a fanfiction request blog, @randoms-fandoms!

6) discord: nope! Not on discord. It’s kind of a not fun subject to talk about actually— not for any bad reason, I just got so heavily excluded by all my irl friends on there that I decided to leave

7) piercings: nope :0

8) what says the most about a person: compassion and patience for others.

9) cookie: cherry 🍒

10) dog person!

11) headphones!

12) last thing I said out loud: “we’ll go on an adventure later,” because I was going to take my dog out to get French fries with me but I called ahead and the cook was out for another thirty minutes, so we’re waiting now.

13) a weird fact that I know: horses can move their skin independently from their body, to an extent

14) I am a night owl

15) favorite place to nap: my moms bed lol

16) are you queer: yes, rn I ID as trans, arospec, achillean, and bisexual

17) three words I would use to describe myself are: thoughtful, caring, and morose

18) sweat pants!

19) whatever seasonal drink they have— like lemonade or cocoa :) I don’t drink coffee

20) a color I can’t stand is gray

21) prized possession: just a silly little stuffed animal I got as a gift from my mom

22) tea!

23) aquatic dinosaurs— i dont know which one but I like them all!

24) I’ve been on tumblr for six years :)

25) desert island item: I’ll chose another one this time— a comfortable bed :)

26) my aesthetic kind of varies depending on my mood— but generally i like a subtle lovecore academia vibe, if that makes sense? When I’m manic I like kidcore though

27) dream job: in home caretaker or nurse for a nursing home

28) relationship status: single, but I’m having fun (selfships)

29) my favorite outfit is when it’s wintertime and I can wear my cute pink terry cloth sweatpants and a sweater— along with my cow hat of coarse, and a scarf because I get coooold 🥶

30) a song I know all the lyrics to is Bennys Dispatch from in the heights— my favorite theatrical production!

31) my hair is brown, but since I’ve been on T it’s actually darkened to almost black

32) I do talk to myself— mostly people ignore me because they know what I’m doing, but recently I was on a camping trip with my school and my teachers kept overhearing and responding to me, so that was kind of embarrassing

33) I do not wear makeup

34) best compliment ever? Probably just my grandma telling me that I’m the best at taking care of her

35) my favorite blog— outside of friends, it’s got to be @earththings! I love scrolling through their blog whenever I feel stressed or sad, it always cheers me up ❤️ (sorry for the random tag btw)

Thanks for the ask miles, I feel like you already know me so well bc I really do love answering questions haha

#ask game #SORRY THIS IS OLD I FORGOR ABOUT IT

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thelewdpokemanik · 2 years ago

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Miu iruma, junko enoshima, or Kaede Akamatsu .

Which one is the most fitting of the "ultimate bimbo" according to makoto ?

Thank you @cowedeacumootsu for both the ask and the images! Love Love <3

"Ah well, I think it depends on what you're looking for in a bimbo, right? For example, Junko's got the style down pat."

"The make-up, the clothes, the hair, she's not the Ultimate Fashionista for nothing. I know she's always wearing that thick lipstick just to leave rings around my cock. But that's also a big flaw of hers for some people I would think. Very much a free thinker, forward planner, and go-getter kinda girl. Can't say I don't see the good in that myself, but some people think a good bimbo should be an obedient one, and I can understand that too.

Can't count the number of times my plans were waylaid because Junko ambushed me in a hallway, or was waiting for me in my dorm room.

If you prefer your bimbos more docile, then you'd probably prefer Miu."

"That girl won't be trying anything, and if she does, she'll fold if you so much as raise your voice at her. Manhandle her for a bit, and she'll melt. Give her a good spanking, and you'll have a love-struck slave on your hands for the next few hours.

I learned how to handle her the hard way if you will. Miu was a tease and a bitch when I first met her, or she was acting like one at least. She kept pushing me and pushing me, until I finally gave her what she was asking for.

A few hours later, Miu had learned that teasing me meant me being horny and that I wouldn't hesitate to put the slut in her place to satisfy myself.

That doesn't mean she doesn't still try, but we both know she's simply trying to rile me up to fuck her. And if I don't feel like it, or am busy with another slut, simply telling her to 'go masturbate in a corner' will have the blonde scampering to obey me.

But another issue that both those girls have is that I think they fail to be bimbos on a more base level. Oh, they might look and act like bimbos, but they don't think like one.

Both Junko and Miu are Ultimates. They may act like bimbos, or dress like one, but they will always be their Ultimate before anything else.

That’s probably why I would personally say Kaede’s the best bimbo.

When Kaede first entered this school, she was scouted as the Ultimate Pianist. She was known pretty widely as the Piano Freak, a girl who would regularly play until she passed out, either from lack of sleep, or hydration.

But the moment I saw her, I saw something special

With her determined attitude, her single-minded passion, and the way her tits strained against her sweater, I saw a girl who wasn’t operating at her full potential. And as her Senpai, I decided I had to help her out. Give her proper guidance, if you will.

A few hours later, Kaede was drowning in my cum, and her brain was like wet clay, ready to learn at my feet.

Later that same day, Kaede was walking into the headmaster’s office, begging him to let her change her talent to train and become the Ultimate Bimbo.

It’s been a few months now, and I’m pretty sure Kaede couldn’t care less about piano, unless you were talking about fucking her atop one. The only thing she cares about nowadays is cock and cum and sex. She’s been making good use of Hope’s Peak’s facilities to train both her body and mind to become a proper sex toy every day since we first met.

And, well, the results speak for themselves, don’t they?"

"Like I said, the girl’s driven. She knows what she wants, and she wants to do it until she physically cannot anymore.

Problem is, not just anyone can handle the new Ultimate Bimbo. Once, she invited her whole class, boys and girls, to an orgy, where she fucked all of them into the ground. Thankfully, the Ultimate Nurse was on site, or Hope’s Peak might’ve been in trouble with all the broken pelvises and dehydrated students.

Even luckier, I was close by to fuck the cow into unconsciousness before she could attack the nurse.

Though the experience did nothing to slow down Kaede’s training. If nothing else, the school was even more invested in seeing just how far she could push herself, and, well, now they also had a boy to keep her in check.

Can’t say if I really deserved the title of Ultimate Stud after that incident, but most everyone agreed, so I didn’t try and resist when they gave it to me. I think it’s mostly honorific until I actually begin making use of the training Hope’s Peak has offered me, though I don’t see much of a reason to do so.

I also didn’t protest when they moved Kaede to my room, for me to fuck into a babbling mess every night, lest she sneak into some unsuspecting victims’ room for the night.

And I can’t deny that Kaede deserves to be called the Ultimate Bimbo either. Usually, I have to go through two, maybe three, sometimes four girls before calming down enough to put my pants back on, but Kaede isn’t afraid to match me thrust for thrust.

By the time I fuck her to exhaustion, I’m feeling pretty winded myself. Not ‘tired’, of course, but still. Enough that some of the other girls are starting to feel backed up themselves now that I no longer need to go through half the student body every week.

All of them, Kaede included, whenever she’s coherent enough to speak actual words, have been asking me to go through the Ultimate Stud training Hope’s Peak is looking into. I haven’t been too interested, to be honest; I’m fine as I am, and while sex is fun, and great exercise, my libido is more of an issue than anything else.

But, I can’t deny that I might have to. After destroying all the girls of Hope’s Peak, it wouldn’t do to not take responsibility, and train until I could actually satisfy them all, even as Kaede’s own training allows her to keep going for longer and longer.

Yeah, the more I think about it, the more I think it’s a good idea; I need to make sure I can both satisfy the Ultimate Bimbo and all the other Ultimate sluts that are begging for my cock.

And, well, Ultimate Stud is probably better than Ultimate Lucky Student, right? Can’t deny that the benefits are a lot better, at least."

#JunkoEnoshima18 #MiuIruma18 #KaedeAkamastu18 #MakotoNaegi18 #CW: Bimbofication #ask response #cowedeacumootsu #ai art #TheLewdPokeManik's Stories

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 7 months ago

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Emerald of Secrets (note: temp title), tell me a bit about it?

Heyo! (From the WIP title game)

The Emerald of Secrets is a title I've gotten attached to and I most likely will have to change it unless I can figure something out but whatever.

It actually started out as a fanfiction of the Rainbow Magic series with my own OCs. I was like 8-9 I think?

Natalie the Necklace Fairy, Draft One

Natalie flied up in the air and sprinkled some fairy dust on them. “I just have enough left.” she said matter of factly. Trish and Christy watched as the world around them grew larger and larger. Were they shrinking?... Yes, they were! They looked around, everything was so big. “Holy cow!” shouted Christy. “I can’t believe it!” “This is way cool!” said Trish. They tried out their wings. Trish went in circles shouting excitedly, “Weee!!!!” over and over and over. Christy went up and down slowly. After a few minutes they landed next to Natalie, both with smiles on their faces. “Time to begin.” Natalie said. They all flew past the tree and began to search for blue goo. A few feet from the tree on a leaf was a spot of goo. A few more feet, a spot was found on a stone. They followed the blue trail for over a mile to the edge of a cave. “It ends here.” said Natalie.

Then I tried to adapt it to my own thing, but with a very similar concept, and I changed the title, at around age 12ish?

The Emerald of Secrets, Draft Two

“What is it, Trish?” asked Christy. When Trish didn’t answer, Christy looked at the stream. She gasped at what she saw. Just above the stream, was a whirlwind. It was spinning around really fast, and was getting faster by the second. Christy couldn’t believe her eyes! Then, something about 4 inches tall tumbled out on the ground and the whirlwind disappeared. “That was weird,” said Christy. “Is there anything else…?” But before she could finish, she saw Trish on the ground next to the thing that fell out of the whirlwind. “Trish…. What are you doing?” Trish hesitated before she said, “I don’t believe it!” “Believe what?” Christy asked, laying on the ground next to Trish. “What don’t…?” Then she saw it. “That’s impossible…” she whispered. Well, not really impossible, if it was in front of her. In front of her, was a tiny person with curly brown hair lying on the ground unconscious with shimmering red wings on her back.

I revamped it in highschool, around age 15, and it ended up being super angsty, and I stopped before I got to the fairies. Also the only time this has been in first person (which I hate in the context of this story, it does not work)

The Emerald of Secrets: The Protector, Draft Three

If there was one thing worse than death, it would be leaving without saying goodbye. It would be never seeing your best friend again. It would be feeling alone. It would be being an outcast. It would be being stared at by strangers every day. Being swept away without any explanation. Not knowing what to do next. Not knowing where you are. If there was one thing worse than death, it would be leaving behind everything you know. This is how I felt as a stared at the sign that read “Anderson High School” in big, giant gold letters next to a drawing of a matching golden butterfly. A butterfly. A freaking insect was the mascot of this stupid school. Sweat started to pour down my brow. It was late September, but it was still hot. Around me were several kids wearing sweaters, like it was cool outside. I guess that’s normal for Orlando kids. It’s really hard to adjust from Minnesota to Florida, I guess. I brushed my sandy blonde hair out of my eyes. Ugh, my bangs were soaked with my own sweat. I felt as if there were millions of eyes on me as I pushed open the door. I saw girls whispering to each other, and plenty of fingers pointing at me, the kids trying to be discreet, to see if I wouldn’t notice. But I did.

Then it wasn't until my senior year (age 18) creative writing class I went back to this. I was assigned to write a fantasy short story, so here's part of what I wrote:

Fantasy Short Story, Draft Four

When they arrived at their neighborhood, Nyana looked around in devastation. “This is just the beginning. It’s going to get a lot worse.” As if on cue, there was a painful scream from across the street. Christy whirled and spotted a woman, her skin a searing red. Christy started to feel a burning sensation, too, when Nyana snapped her fingers. Across the block, people were screaming and running in the shade, or inside. “Help them, too!” Christy cried. “My magic isn’t powerful enough without the stone,” Nyana said gravely. Christy watched in horror as the skin burned of men, women, and children alike. “What’s happening?” Trish asked in terror. “It’s my stone,” Nyana answered. “It’s causing your world to lose its protection from your sun.” “Are you saying the ozone layer is starting to lose its protection abilities?” Christy asked. Nyana nodded. “If all of it vanishes, life on Earth would cease to exist.” Nyana suddenly gasped, sprinting lightly toward one fence and kneeling beside it. Trish and Christy followed her. Nyana rubbed two fingers slightly along the rot, then pulled back. Christy and Trish recoiled in disgust. The fairy’s fingers were covered in a dark goo. “Darklings.” She stood, scanning her surroundings, looking for more goo.

But with the given word count, it wasn't working. Christy and Trish didn't do anything. Two days before the assignment was due, I rewrote it, just focusing on Nyana.

Fantasy Short Story Take Two, Draft Five

Out of the corner of her eye, Nyana saw Almehda, still fighting. A darkling troll lifted its sword. “No!” Nyana broke her magic and zipped across the room, throwing herself in front of her sister. A blast of vermillion light clouded her vision. She squinted her eyes open. The troll had been thrown backward and now held a shattered sword in his hand. Nyana turned to see Almehda, who was staring at her with wide eyes. Nyana looked down and saw she was surrounded by a bright cinnabar aura. She whirled to face Dethrad, floating toward the center of the room. “I am Nyana,” she said, her voice strong. “Guardian of the Security Stone and Protector of the Fairy Realm. You will return the ruby to its rightful owner and remain in the Dark Realm.” Dethrad laughed and shot a blast of dark magic at her. Nyana snapped her fingers and the smoke dissipated before it reached her. Dethrad growled. Nyana slowly dropped to the ground. The darklings around her parted a great room for her, leaving only the fairies in the center of the room. Nyana planted herself in front of her people, right before Dethrad. The dark elf loomed over her—at least three times her height. Dethrad roared and blasted a large mass of dark magic toward the fairies. Nyana stood her ground. A lateritious shield formed above them. The black magic collided with the force field. “I am Nyana. Guardian of the Security Stone and Protector of the Fairy Folk.” She pushed the shield back toward Dethrad. He growled and pushed on his magic harder. “You will return the ruby to its rightful owner and stay banished in the Dark Realm.” She thrust out her palm, pushing her shield with one final force into Dethrad. The dark elf was engulfed by his own black magic, and when the smoke dissipated, he was gone.

This was a lot of reading, sorry. Just wanted to give accurate vibes for each of these :)

I don't know where this will go next. Christy and Trish will come back, but Nyana will definitely be the protagonist. I think it'll be fun if it was a lot darker. We shall see. I definitely want to work on it after TSP.

Thanks for the ask!

#the emerald of secrets #wip title game #writing tag game #writing ask game #writers on tumblr #writing community #writers of tumblr #writing on tumblr #writeblr #writeblr community

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greenlikethesea · 1 year ago

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a glimpse at the gospel of no bitches eddie if you'd be so kind

oh for you my love? literally anything

No Bitches Eddie is me and @sparklyslug having a lot of fun with a Joseph Quinn soundbite that basically said, "Eddie thinks he's in a lot of romantic relationships, but none of them go anywhere" -- hence, no bitches.

Here's are two snippets of that: one that's mostly me, and one that's mostly @sparklyslug, because i love this fic:

“I don’t see problems here,” the guy – Enzo, apparently, which is a decidedly not Russian name – says. He lights up a cigarette, which is only rude because he hasn’t offered Eddie one.

“Oh, you don’t see a problem?” Eddie says, incredulous. “I keep thinking I’m dating people and I’m not? You don’t think that’s a problem?”

Enzo mutters something to Murray in Russian, and Eddie knows it’s fuckin’ snide and about him, because they share a nasty laugh.

“You go after girls who don’t want you. Man who wants you, who you want? Right in front of you. Making the eyes.”

“The eyes?”

“Cow eyes,” Murray says, in that smug, smarmy way he does, that Eddie would respect if it weren’t being aimed directly at him at the moment. “Sad, mournful, waiting for you to notice his pitiful gaze. Tracing your every move – it’s exhausting, really, especially since you’re so self absorbed that you barely notice anyone outside of your immediate orbit –”

“Hey now, is that necessary?” Eddie says.

Steve takes him in. Eddie’s in a long-sleeved red sweater, a rare wardrobe choice without a band logo or icon. He’s wearing the back jeans with just the one rip in the left knee; the ones that cling to his ass in a way that makes Steve’s mouth go dry. And his shit-kicking boots, which look like they’ve been polished up a little even.

He knows the look. Eddie’s hair looks smooth and sleek, like he got some product through it at last, finally listened to Steve. And he smells– like he’s put on some kind of cologne. It doesn’t smell bad, Steve just. Kind of misses the way Eddie normally smells. Jesus, he’s so fucking spinned around by this guy, it’s ridiculous.

“Date with Michelle go well?” He asks.

“Uh,” Eddie said. “Not really. Mostly we talked about you. Which–hey, I can talk about my good pal Steve Harrington all day, every day. Up there with my favorite topics of conversation, really. His surprising depths, his big old tender sweetie heart, the definition of his pecs, his loyalty–I could go on and on.”

“So I see,” Steve says.

“So could Michelle,” Eddie says.

“Ah.”

There’s a moment of quiet on the roof. Eddie leans forward, tucking his knees under his chin. Steve takes the opportunity to examine his profile, outlined in moonlight. There’s something about the shape of his nose, his lips– it’s a little captivating.

“Did you know?” Eddie asks.

Steve shrugs awkwardly, not that Eddie is looking at him. “I wasn’t really paying attention to her,” he says instead of answering Eddie’s question.

He’s really hoping that Eddie will finally just fucking ask him, just point blank demand that Steve tell him who he was paying attention to then, but of course Eddie doesn’t do that.

“Maybe I wasn’t either,” Eddie sighs. ��If I had been, I probably would’ve realized that she was just looking for information on how to get closer to you.”

“If she’d been paying attention, she would have realized that the better guy was sitting right in front of her,” Steve says.

#asks #thank you for asking!

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ghostismybbygorl · 2 years ago

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My sweet boy

Soap x ghost

Summary: soap takes ghost to meet his mom for the first time

Warnings: thick scottish writing, embarrassing baby photos, not proofread

"oh Mah bairn! How urr ye daein' ?!"

"Hey ma im doin well"

Johnny decided to give his mother a call to tell her the news

"Hae ye bin eating, did ye fin' a lover yit, whit's thair name, dae ye aye hae that ridiculous skin heid, och mah sweet laddie whin urr ye comin' hame we lassy you!"

"Maa!" Johnny said blushing over the phone

"Ive been fine, yes i have been eating, and yes i did find someone thats why i called you"

"Och guid! a'm sae happy youre in loue whit's thair name!? "

"His name is simon." He said nervously

Ever since johnny came out as bisexual he was always nervous about how his mom reacted to bringing home a man in his life. She was very traditional and wasn't very accepting of it but, she couldn't push her son away he was her pride and joy. She immediately warmed up to the fact that hey if her son is happy shes happy no matter what he does.

She ghasped

"A laddie! och mah loue howfur is he? does he treat ye weel? whin ur we meetin him? yer sisters lassy ye!"

"Ma!" He laughed "that why i called, simon and i have been stationed here for a few weeks and i thought it was time for you to meet him"

"Och joy mah loue! please hae him come ower fur tea ah wid loue tae catch up wi` him. Noo whit does he lik' 'n' whit doesn't he lik', is he allergic tae anythin' that a'm needin' tae ken aboot? "

"He'll eat just about anything. He's not a picky eater like me" he replied

"Thats guid peely-wally mak' a roast! ah cannae hauld yer horses tae see ye johnny! "

"Thats great ma! Hey i have to go the captains calling"

"I love you son! Forever and always"

"Love you too ma!"

Johnny hung up and walked to the debriefing room where price was going over the plans for the next mission. Once he dismissed everyone simon came over to him

"You ready to meet my family?" Johnny asked

Simon nodded "yeah im ready"

Jihnny gave him a peck over his clothed face

"Be ready by 3 and wear something nice no hoodies gitta make a good impression"

Simon rolled his eyes "roger"

Johnny was fidgeting like crazy running his hands through his hair staring at his outfit in the reflection worring about how he looked. He was wearing his kilt with a sweater over it. He liked to wear it around his family when he's visiting since it was such a special occasion to visit. He sighed fixing his hair trying to slick down his Mohawk from any fly aways. He didnt realize that simon had walked up behind him wrapping his arms around his waist

"You look great" he said kissing his cheek

Simon was wearing a black sweater with jeans and his docs. He wasnt wearing his mask revealing his scarred face.

"You ready love" simon asked

"Yeah i am" johhny replied getting into the car

The ride was quiet both boys where nervous. Simon worrying about his impression, johnny worrying about his family liking his new boyfriend.

Johnny drove down the driveway of his childhood home. His family had a cozy house with a large plot of land that had cows, chickens, and a few horses roaming around

"Looks like you where raised on a farm" simon quipped

"Oh Gang bile yer heid"

Simon chuckled grabbing soaps hand

"Everything's going to be alright don't worry" he said kissing his hand "love you"

Johnny parked the car letting out a sigh

"You ready?" He asked

"I am" simon replied giving him a kiss

As soon as johnny got out if the car he was tackled by his sister

"YOU STUPID PERSON WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME YOU HAD A BOYFRIEND" she yelled in his chest

"Good to see you too grace" he said returning the hug

Grace looked over at simon. He awkwardly waved at her "hello" he walked over and was immediately pulled into a hug. Simon awkwardly hugged her back

“So you must be the famous Simon!” she said smiling “welcome home! C’mon in the rest of the family is waiting”

Simon and johnny walked into the house where they where greeted with a Australian shepherd. Her little nub of a tail wagon a million miles an hour She jumped onto Simon barking at him and licking his hands.

“LACEY GET DOWN!” johnny's mother walked into the room holding a toddler on her side. She had the same exact features as johnny bright blue eyes long curly black hair down to her waist.

“I'm so sorry Simon she gets too excited when she meets new people” she set down the toddler on the floor where he ran straight to johnny

“uncleJohn!” he yelled waddling over to him

“Hey fergus!” Johnny scooped him up and gave him raspberry on his cheek. “Wheres your mommy?” fergus pointed to a pregnant woman waddling over from the kitchen

“Johnny you're here!” she said giving a kiss on his forehead and grabbing fergus. “Hows my baby brother doing?” she looked over to Simon and smirked “and how's the new family member doing?”

Simon blushed ruffling the back of his hair emmiting a shy “good”

She stuck out her hand “ olivia, nice to meat you” Simon shook her hand “and I'm Ferguth” the toddler said reach his hand out

“Hello fergus” Simon said shaking his hand

“Wheres pa?” johnny asked looking around the living room

“You know exactly where he is” olivia said pointing to the love seat in the corner where a man with a pot belly slept he had a baseball cap covering his face while his long brown hair stuck out every which way he had a long beard which settled down to his chest.

Johnny walked over giving his thickest Scottish accent Simon had ever heard

“Weel if it isnae th' pie-eater his-sel captain angus mactavish” he slapped his stomach waking him up from his slumber

“Ye wee wanker ah wis juist haein a guid dream” he said holding up his fists “Git yer bahookie ower 'ere ye wee jobby ah cannae hae mah son beat me noo”

Johnny and his dad fake fought causing Fergus to run over to them and fake fight with them. Angus wailed in fake pain as his grandchild hit him

“Oh me chest the wee lad got a punch to em, gonna be strong like year uncle aren't ye” he said grabbing Fergus and tickling him causing a fit of giggles. Simon smiled at the sight of Johnny's family he was reminded of his late family having fun like this (aside from kicking out his father from his family). He missed the atmosphere of what he had back then.

Fergus got out of his grandfathers lap and ran to simon "uncle john is tis your boyfwend!?" Pointing at him "it is" he replied

Fergus held his hands up wanting Simon to pick him up "uppies!"

"Oh you want uppies yeah?" Simon grabbed him settling him on his hip. Fergus pointed at his scars "you got a boo boo!" He pointed out

"Fergus!" Johnnys mom scolded him "im sorry simon this little bugger still learning his manners"

"Its alright mrs.mactavish my nephew did the same thing"

"Oh please call me liz! Mrs. mactavish is my mother in law!" Angus let out a loud laugh

"Kin that wench rest in peace" he said sighing the cross

Fergus touched simons scar on his lip

"how did you get the boo boo?" He asked

"Well i fought some bad guys like your uncle and had a bad accident causing to get boo boos on my face" Fergus gasped "did the bad guys go bye bye?"

"Yeah they did gave em a good wave goodbye"

Fergus smiled "i can make the boo boo feel better ma always does dis when i get one" fergus kissed his hand and put it on simons lip "bye bye boo boo!"

"Well look at that its all better" simon smiled he set fergus down where he ran to liz

"G-ma i made uncle simons boo boo feel better" he smiled

“You did! Well look at you ferg gonna be a good doctor one day!” she ruffled his hair causing him to giggle.

Angus got up from his seat with a groan

"Right lets see this fine man my sons datin'" angus walked over to Simon assessing his features. He put a hand on his shoulder

"Promise to take care of me boy?" He asked

Simon nodded "already do, should see em on the field definitely wouldnt make it without me"

"Oi!" Johnny chimed in "not true at all"

Angus gave another belly laugh

"i like em you should keep em john!"

Johnny rolled his eyes

A tall man walked over and put his arm around olivia “nice to meet you Simon I'm matt” he shook his hand

“Nice to meet you” Simon replied

There was a ding that came to the kitched lizs face lit up.

"Oh! The roasts ready! Everyone grab a plate!"

The whole family gathered into the kitchen

"Wait g-ma! we gotta do grace!" Fergus yelled

"Oh thats right! Simon do you want to do grace?"

Simon awkwardly stood by johnny

"I uhm"

"Ma hes not... you know"

"Oh! Its alright simon we dont have to do it" liz looked at fergus "we can do grace in our heads tonight"

Fergus looked confused but agreeds

Everyone sat the table fergus sat next to simon om his right and johnny to the left of him, angus sat at the head of the table along with matt on the other side. Olivia sat next to him, liz was in the middle, and grace was next to her father.

"So anything new since i left?" Johnny said shoving food in his mouth.

"Johnathan scott wheres your manners!" Liz said smacking his hand across the table. Johnny face turned red and swallowed his food.

"Honestly he eats like he's been starved. Oh angus remember when he ate so fast he got the hiccups for the first time" liz sighed with a dreamy look

"oh when he was a wee lad he used to run around the house nude" angus chimed in

"Or when he got a crayon stuck in his nose" olivia chuckled

"Oi it was a triple dog dare you cant break those!" Johnny huffed. His face was as red as a tomato. Simon let out a chuckle.

"He still runs around in the nude" simon chimed in

Johnny hid his face from his family blushing scarlet now. His family laughing at the embarrassing stories they had of him

When dinner was done liz gasped

"I have something to show you simon!"

She jogged upstairs and came down holding a large book

"LITTLE JOHNNYS BABY PHOTOS!" She whispered excitedly she sat on the couch patting for him to sit next to her

Simon smiled sitting and looking at the photos

Johnny was cleaning up the dishes when he heard chuckling in the living room

"Oi what the-" johnny stopped in his tracks face turning more red than before "ma! Are those my baby photos?!"

Olivia and grace snickered

"Wait till he sees the nude photos" they said to each other laughing

Simon looked at the photos grinning johnny was a cute baby. He turned the pages and saw him in the bathtub full of soap

"Oh that was his first bubble bath" liz cooed "he used to love em!"

"He still does "simon replied causing liz to chuckled

"Aww olivia look it was when we took our first Christmas photo with johnny"

"Ohh and look that was olivia first meeting johnny whats a great memory"

"Oh look at that! His first football game!" Olivia pointed out

"Looks like the mowhawk was his style" simon chimed in

"Oh yes the wee lad decided to give himself a little haircut"

She pointed to a photo of him with a bandaid on his chin

"Thats where he got that scar of his! Olivia and him wouldn't stop fighting had to tie em to a chair to get them to get along."

"That ones cute" simon pointed to him holding a baby

"Oh that was the first day we brought home grace he was head over heels for her he vowed to protect her and fight off her boyfriends"

"And i still do!" Johnny chimed in sitting next to simon locking his hands together with his

"Remember this one!" Olivia pointed to johnny in a bathrobe giving a glare "he was so mad because i ised up all the hot water" she laughed "fuckin pissed me off" johnny replied

Liz flipped the page and laughed at the photo of him sleeping on the floor "oh wee lad loved sleeping in different places look at this one he fell alseep on the counter after a football game"

Simon chuckled and pulled out his phone showing a photo of soap sleeping on their couch. Liz and Olivia let out a loud laugh "oh he never changes" Olivia said slapping his shoulder

Simon held the book now looking through the pages until he stopped at a photo of him being the goalie and right next to the photo was him and olivia on his back

"Oh thats when our schools team won the finals! For both the boys and girls team!" Olivia pointed "johnny was such a good goalie he could have been pro if he didn't enlist in the royal marines"

"Yeah i would but i wouldnt have met simon" he squeeze simons hand simon set his head on his shoulder closing the picture book

"Thank you for the photos i really enjoyed them" simon handed the book to liz she patted his back "love its always a pleasure to embarrass my son!" She laughed setting the book on the coffee table.

The whole family decided to play a couple of games until it was time for simon and johnny to go back to the base. Johnny said goodbye to his mother giving her a kiss on the cheek and giving his dad a bear hug. He hugged both of his siters and gave blew his nephew a raspberry on his cheek. Simon shook angus' hand then he was pulled into a giant hug from him

"you take care of our son you hear?" He let go of simon with johnnys mom giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek

"The door is always open for the two of you!" She said waving goodbye to them as they walked back to the car.

Simon sat in the passenger seat while johnny drive

"So that was my family" he said

He looked over to see simon sulking

Johnny grabbed his hand giving it a kiss

Simon looked at him

"they remind me if my family"

"I know they do babe, but id have ti say they absolutely adore you and my family is your family"

Simon smiled "i love you"

"Love you too bonnie" johnny replied giving simons hand another kiss

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endangeredsceneries · 2 years ago

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Camila Dunne.

Oh, Caroline -- The 1975.

like. I can just imagine Billy writing this from rehab. he knows. he fucked up, he’s fucked up. he wants to give her the life he promised her. despite his actions, he just knows that any life apart from her would be wasted.

“I’ve been suicidal. You’ve been gone for weeks. If I’m undecided, will you decide for me? ‘Cause you’re on my mind. Oh, Caroline. I wanna get it right this time. Just give me one more chance tonight. ‘Cause, I don’t want to waste my life without you, baby.”

When We Are Together -- The 1975.

the truth is, if weren’t for Camila, he wouldn’t have quit. he couldn’t have. it took her believing in him, trusting him, to trust himself.

“I like socks with sandals. She’s more in to scented candles... Oh, I’ll never get that smell out of my bag. You ask about the cows wearing my sweater... it’s something ‘bout the weather, that makes them lie down. The only time I feel I might get better, is when we are together. Oh, together.”

All I Need to Hear -- The 1975.

about Camila? most definitely... but. also. Julia.

ya. I’m not crying. you are.

“It all means nothing, my dear, if I can’t be holding you near. ‘Cause I don’t need music in my ears, I don’t need the crowds and the cheers. Oh, just tell me you love me, ‘cause that’s all that I need to hear.”

gtg.

#╰ ‘ BILLY DUNNE ╱ * narrative.#𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗; the aurora.#I. am. ill.#𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔶; out of character.#I just love them.#more Camila than Billy tho. BFFR.

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starryeyesmp3 · 1 year ago

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#˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . you ask about the cows wearing my sweater ✧ madison + chris.

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wafflebloggies · 2 years ago

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10. a heap of broken images

back - next “So, Mark, this is Jared…”

Mark, it had to be said, did not look as if a large, near-invisible shadow-creature looming up out of the darkness and regarding him with a trio of eyes like the functional parts of a red-hot gas stove was a welcome addition to the list of concepts he was already struggling to grasp. He stared up at Jared in speechless silence, and when Jared’s eyes gave a friendly tilt, dropped several feet and whipped towards him, he sucked in a breath so sharp that Antonio was concerned he might have inhaled his own tongue.

“Look who it is! Double-M-hockey-sticks! It’s cool, we go waaaay back.”

“Uh?” managed Mark.

“Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah, I’ve been watching you for what, like, a year now?”

Mark made a noise.

“Gotta say, you’re taller IRL,” said Jared, happily. “Probably a perspective thing, right? Also way better res, which, like, no joke, literally every single cam in your house is ANCIENT at this point. Stone age. I kept bugging ya boy to replace them- no hate, ‘Tone- I was like, hey, I’m just your eye in the sky here, it’s not like I can just snap my fingers and your actual hardware gets upgraded with the power of heart or whatever. But he was always like... oh, hey, you good?”

This last, because Mark had just sat down suddenly with a thump, his knees having apparently decided they were even less keen on the way this conversation was going than the rest of him.

“It’s okay, Mark,” said Antonio, coaxingly. “Jared monitors all the hosts, twenty-four-seven. It wasn’t just you.”

When Mark finally found his voice, it was quite a lot shriller than usual. “That’s supposed to make me feel better?”

Antonio thought about it, reaching for Mark’s backpack, which had fallen off his shoulder as they’d scrambled inside the door. “I mean, yeah, it was, but I guess I can see why it doesn’t. Jared, hey, uh… I know this is kind of a big ask, but…”

Popping the inner zip, he upended the backpack over the nearest free desk. With a slithering scuffle of plastic wrappers, a small landslide of bright packages and baggies slid and tumbled over each other into a rough pile on the dusty melamine surface.

“We need a way out.”

Jared’s eyes gleamed. A long slender thing, like a steely finger with far too many joints, snickered indistinctly past Mark’s ear and pinned one of the little packets (a crowded graphic-design abomination, featuring sugegasa-wearing cows somersaulting cheerfully through flames), whipping it up into the shadows.

“Buddy, just call me Healthy Community, because I have got you COVERED.”

–-

Where there was a will- and an entire bodega rack’s worth of premium dried beef products- it turned out there was a way.

Jared called them dead zones. The cameras covered almost everywhere within the HR Department, Jared’s endless ranks of shiny black eyes, in corners, in ceilings, down blind alleys and empty rooms and well-trodden corridors, but with care and a little assistance to even out the odds, a path could be walked between them. The places between were cramped and confusing and nearly as difficult to travel as they would have been to find without Jared’s help. They were not the safest places, even within this hungry, malignant landscape, and they certainly weren’t the easiest to explain.

Here was a well of dank air, some fifty feet across, stirred in a slow, endless spiral by the movement of some enormous fan or turbine, deep enough below that it was far out of sight of any travellers along the narrow path that spanned it, a clanking catwalk of green steel. Condensation dripped from the pale heights, made the metal slimy underfoot.

Mark managed a couple of wobbly steps out over the void, then slid to his knees against the spindly safety rail, a sad arrangement of metal rods and chickenwire which overall came off as less of a barrier than a polite suggestion. Antonio, following with a surer step, resisted the urge to hook a fistful of the back of his sweater, just in case. He didn’t think Mark was likely to actually pitch himself over the railing, but he did appreciate that the last twenty or so minutes had been quite a lot for any human to handle.

“Hang in there, Mark,” he said, brightly. His voice echoed, a thin distant relay pattering back to them through the slow whirlpool of air. “Not much further.”

Mark forced his hands wordlessly through his hair, found a squashed fragment of delicate orange wing stuck somewhere over his ear, and flicked it away from him in disgust.

“Uh, yeah, sorry about the butterflies,” said Antonio. “Honestly, they’re usually pretty chill, I’ve never seen them just go for the eyes like that.”

Words weren’t evading Mark, but the ability to put more than two of them next to each other in a coherent sentence seemed to be. “That- the- why-” A struggle. “Why a horse??”

“It’s just a horse, Mark,” said Antonio, testing the railing before leaning his elbows on it, like a casual sightseer above Niagara Falls.

Mark clearly felt this wasn’t enough information. He made another struggle with his hands, shaping a sort of invisible sculpture on the theme of horror, bewilderment, and indignation, a shape that cut off sharply in the middle, and then squeezed both palms into his eyesockets, speaking indistinctly through his fingers.

“Just a- just- where’s the rest of it??”

“Do you think that’s really an important question right now?” asked Antonio. He meant it as a reasonable, honest query, but Mark only fixed him with a baleful eye through the gap in his hands, and said nothing.

They moved on. Through the empty hallways, through Jared’s dead zones, through a scorched and blackened sector where quite a mess had been made and the cameras still hung obliterated from the walls, Mark stayed silent. To Antonio, there was something puzzling- increasingly worrying- about this measured silence, and he didn’t think it was just the influence of his own quietly screaming nerves. He was good at reading Mark, even when he was at his most impenetrable, and he recognised this feeling of grim, plodding pertinacity that was coming off him in waves. This was Mark doing something he didn’t want to do- something he knew had no good object, no good ending- something he knew had to be done, regardless. He might as well have been making a video reading hate-comments, or cutting up raw liver, or any other uncongenial, unrewarding task demanded of him by the Muse. He looked as sullen and morose as ever, trailing along after Antonio as they travelled slowly through the safer zones of the HR Department. The nearest he got to an energetic reaction to anything on their long walk was a slight flinch and glance back as they heard the dogs pass distantly down a blind turning, the heavy patter of claws, the hungry, cheated howls.

Finally, the Long Egress. Jared had explained, in the vague way in which Jared tended to explain anything, that this seemingly endless grey concrete tunnel had been put in place as a sort of evacuation line, a last-ditch way back to the outside world. Walking it, Antonio wondered if the original architect might have planned on using it themselves, since it was quite clear that nobody else ever had. Whoever had designed the vast building that housed HR, if they had been human, it was a fairly safe assumption to make that they hadn’t done it entirely of their own free will.

It’s best to avoid asking questions or looking at things you aren’t authorised to see.

The bulkhead lights set into the walls every hundred yards or so created pale dim pools of light like so many oases, leading them from one to the next, all the way down the long last straight. Down here, even the lights were caged.

It’s all in my head, and I shouldn’t worry about it.

Antonio felt that they had been walking for years by the time they reached the end. His shoes had run out of moisture and left no prints on the scratchy poured concrete. Every step he took felt leaden, a further pull away from something dragging gently at him, something hooked into his heart-roots, difficult to ignore. They had been walking in silence, the only sounds the scrape and echo of their steps, the thick electric hum of the lights, a quieter low static buzz that seemed to live in the walls, and Mark’s difficult breathing and occasional hitching cough. Antonio didn’t mind these noises, as it made it easy for him to know that Mark was still behind him.

No ceremony, no fanfare, just a flat final wall that grew slowly from a pale dot to a short grey oblong as they walked towards it, a last pool of light, the long hallway terminating in a single pale grey door. Someone with a sense of humour had screwed a sign to it, an ordinary industrial yellow-and-black safety sign that read DANGER – KEEP OUT. Someone else had scrawled underneath; IT’S SCARY OUT THERE.

Antonio put a hand on the door, which had a thick push-bar, wreathed in old cobwebs and cranky with disuse. He looked back, and saw that Mark had stopped a little way back along the hallway and was just standing there in the last-but-one pool of light, looking at him.

“Mark? This is it, buddy, come on.”

Mark coughed, wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and didn’t move.

“Mark?” Antonio stepped away from the door. As he moved towards Mark, Mark stepped back, mirroring him. He put a hand to the strap of his backpack, gripping it like a rosary, and suddenly Antonio felt a cold and eerie twinge of deja vu, of a week ago, of standing in the soft-lit hallway with Be Joyful Always, Pray Continually over his head as Mark begged him in a quiet, frantic monotone, pleaded, promised anything for his freedom.

I've done everything you've asked. You can have my channel, my house... just let me go.

Just now, it looked as if nothing could have been further from Mark’s mind.

“You must think I’m pretty fucking stupid,” he said.

Antonio stopped. The bug in his middle, which had been quiet for a time, stirred restlessly as he looked across the distance between them into Mark’s sharp, careworn face.

“So what is it?” Mark put out a hand and rested it against the concrete wall, either to take some of his weight or to reassure himself it was there. The flat light cast stark double-shadows, Antonio’s own falling across the door at his back and stretching down the hallway towards Mark, Mark’s slanting away as if it was shrinking from his. “What’s the trick? Because this whole ‘super secret escape’ thing is getting really old now. Maybe I’d have fallen for it when I was five but if you think I believe you’re just going to let me walk out of here, that sludge in your head must be way past expiry.”

“Mark, you have to trust me,” said Antonio. “I’m- I’m just trying to help you.”

Mark blinked a couple of times, grinned at him, in the same way skulls grinned, nothing behind it but a vacant stretch of teeth. Whether Antonio had struck a nerve, or Mark had just reached some internal breaking point, he dropped his hand from the wall and started walking forwards.

“Trust you. Trust you? You, and that- that thing in my basement- my muse-”

The sheer amount of pure spitting venom he managed to inject into one syllable was astonishing.

“-you’re the same. You’re the same thing, you’re just a- a part of that fucking blob that can walk around and look like a person. I knew that as soon as you first showed up- you think I’m going to trust you now?” He stopped, almost face to face with Antonio, his fear and aversion and bitter anger struggling with each other in his face, his hands curled around his backpack in front of him as if it was a shield.

“Mark, I- I’ve felt- I’ve been-”

Now it was Antonio’s turn to struggle. His chest was crawling, the heat in his face and hands rising, the difficulty squirming under his skin pushing him not to shut Mark up or stop him being a problem but to explain, to try to dispel the terrible disdain in Mark’s eyes. He stumbled on, aware his voice sounded choked and strange, terribly afraid to keep going but far, far more afraid to stop.

“When you were gone, I… I started to feel... different. I’ve been feeling... really weird. Mark, I have… thoughts that don’t make sense- sometimes I don’t want things to happen even though I know I should, I don’t want to do things I know I have to do- I think there’s something wrong with me. No, I- I know there is.” He held out his hands, open, pleading. “I don’t know what happened, but I- I know somehow, it started because of you.”

He swallowed.

“I’m different, I’m different to how I was, because of you. And I want to- I want to be a good friend, Mark. I’m doing this because I… I want to help you.”

“Bullshit,” said Mark.

Oh, it felt cold, it felt freezing cold in his guts and it hurt, and maybe this was how come humans could hurt each other so easily, that Mark could take every honest, vulnerable word he’d pulled painstakingly out of the core of him, these fragile little things ripped out of their shell new and raw and utterly defenceless, and hurl them so easily right back in his face. Antonio felt them start to shrivel and die in the chasm between them, but he kept quiet and just looked at Mark, who was knotting his fists in the fabric of his backpack, his jaw set hard, mouth slightly open, eyes hot and full of contempt.

“Mark,” he tried, “please, you have to-“

“No, I don’t. I actually fucking don’t, I don’t have to do anything. I don’t have to believe a single word you say. I listened to you for a year. I let you manipulate me, I danced like your fucking puppet, I did everything you wanted, for a year. I let-” He bit the word off.

“Mark, I haven’t even known you for a y-“

“Shut up,” said Mark, his voice deadly and as flat as the lights. “You can’t hurt me anymore. Not with my- my mom, not with-” He stopped himself again, his mouth working. “There’s nothing left, the only thing you have on me is this- this shit inside of me, this-” He let the pack dangle to the bruised fold of his elbow and held out his arms, wordless, the flat bulkhead light ghastly on his darkened veins, the black splatters of the dog’s blood and his own still staining the front of his ruined sweater. “This- this infection, this mold, I- I can feel it, I hear it in my head-” He shuddered, furiously, helplessly. “If- if you wanted to help me you’d get rid of it but you won’t, you won’t because the only thing you want is to keep me, keep stringing me along for whatever sick fucking plan-”

“Okay, but I’d need to touch you.”

“-shut up- whatever sick- whatever-” Mark seemed to hit a kind of a glitch, sticking like a scratched-up record and stopping in place. He blinked a little volley of dazed blinks, a rapid-fire Morse code message of utter confusion. “What?”

“Here,” said Antonio, holding out his hands. “I think I can do it, at least I can try. It’s just, you told me not to touch you.”

Mark stared at him in disbelief, his hands falling to his sides. He looked poleaxed. The backpack slipped gently down his arm, dropping to the ground at his feet, but he made no sign he even noticed.

“And you listened??”

For the first time, Antonio saw with stark clarity the shape of himself as he must have appeared to Mark through the past almost-year. A looming shadow, a threatening, suffocating, hounding, malicious, grinning thing that never rested and never relented, if the deal Mark had made with his Muse was a poisoned spring, Antonio had been the hand forcing him under the rank surface, forcing him to drink until he drowned.

Months too late, without words to even form the idea, he was desperately sorry. The thing in his chest- bug, alien, sickness or mistake- it was his, his guilt, his to fight and deny or accept, and for once, the choice was his own.

“I know I don’t have any right to ask you to trust me.” He kept holding out his hands, palms up, looking into Mark’s face where incredulity was fighting a pitched battle with something else, something Antonio wasn’t sure he’d ever seen there before.

“Please, Mark,” he said, quietly. “Just let me try.”

The lights hummed, the walls buzzed. Mark stood still in silence for so long that Antonio started to wonder if he’d frozen again, but at last he started to move. There was no great change in his expression, no lessening of the fear in his eyes or the clear mistrust in the thin downwards line of his mouth. As he moved, it seemed to be in spite of himself than out of any thinking, reasoning decision.

Slowly, without looking away from Antonio’s face, Mark lifted his hand and reached out.

#muse arg #dftm #don't feed the muse #mark mayhew #antonio geist #alex bale #jared the IT guy #my writing #the cynical critic #this part kicked my ass

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