- great hair but not the smartest cookie - everybody loves him - got drunk once and the story keeps getting wilder - precious - bad grades but A for effort
- not sure why he’s here - v. religious - wanted to be an astronaut when he grew up - salty - just wants to go home
- found out about the 60s and never moved on - everyone is worried about him - cynical - thinks everyone and everything is beautiful - is probably high
- thinks words like ”punk’d” and “rad” are “hip with the kids” - cries easily - tries too hard - wears clothes under his clothes like superman - good hair
- “because I said so” - the upgrade nobody wanted, like iOS8 or Windows 10 - thinks he’s better than you - is probably actually better than you - thinks he’s helping but is actually making a bigger mess
- ripped the heads off barbie dolls as a child - fav song is the barney parody of “joy to the world” - AlwAYs tExTS liKe tHiS OR IN ALL CAPS - smiles a lot and nobody is sure why - probably killed somebody and maybe ate them too
Castiel with a side of Nuts
- bees - just wants to play party games and eat PB&J with his friends - holding it together with dental floss and scotch tape - no verbal filter whatsoever - wants world peace and for every day to be pajama day
- bad at prioritizing - loner - contemplates life a lot - low self-esteem - just wants to do The Right Thing™
Steve from Gas ‘n Sip
- butterfingers - works a minimum wage job with no benefits - gives awkward high-fives - stares at people - can pull off Good Will Chic™
Daddy Totally Castiel (definitely not Lucifer)
- is either undressing you with his eyes or plotting your murder - likes disco and tells dad jokes unironically - gets sucked into addictive smartphone games easily - c o n f i d e n t - wants a puppy
summary: Richie’s kissed all of the Losers at one point in time. Whether it be for a dare or figuring out his sexuality or because he’s dating one of them. Although, the Losers think Richie hasn’t kissed Eddie - it makes sense. They’re in a secret relationship. But, of course, Richie forgets that small detail. warnings: boys kissing, swearing. pairings: reddie (richie/eddie) with a side of stenbrough (stan/bill), bichie (bill/richie) & platonic beverie (richie/beverly). a/n: Honestly, I hope you guys like this bc idk what I’m doing tbh. I’m basically winging this. Also I’ve never done a boyxboy fic so bare with me, pals. Oh & sorry if any of them are out of character, I’m need to get used to writing their personalities. (also please give this some attention if you like it).
Richie Tozier liked boys and girls.
He figured that out when he had to kiss Stan Uris in a game of spin the bottle at a party during their freshman year in high school. Of course, he was very much confused afterwards and went up to Beverly Marsh the weekend she decided to visit Derry, Maine. After smoking a cigarette or two with the redhead, he asked to kiss her. Although, Beverly wanted a reason why. She pushed and prodded at Richie until she got the answer.
He was just confused, simple as that. She agreed right then and there, and proudly kissed Richie. But somehow that made him even more confused, because what the fuck, I like both? Beverly came out to Richie then to make him feel better. She liked both, too. Over the years they started talking about cute boys and girls together whenever they could.
A year later during their sophomore year, Richie was a proud bisexual but only out to a few people: Stan, Beverly, and somehow Mike Hanlon figured it out. Richie exactly wasn’t sure how, but he did. During their fall break, the Losers were playing a game of truth or dare at the Quarry. Bev had once again visited Derry, Maine, and they were all extremely happy. It wasn’t the same without their redheaded girl.
The game was fun - it was there when Richie was dared to kiss Ben. He simply laughed and walked up to the boy. He grabbed Ben’s face and planted one right on his lips before walking away. The Losers who didn’t know of Richie’s sexuality didn’t really think anything of it. It was Richie, why would they?
A year down the road, in their junior year, the trashmouth ended up getting drunk at a party with Bill Denbrough and they made out in a closet until Ben found them. Ben just stared at them for a moment before walking away; though, Ben questioned them both the next day when they were all hungover, but sober. Neither boy talked about it much, surprisingly. They had tried dating but eventually figured out they worked better as best friends than anything. (Kind of because Richie liked someone else who was shorter than him, feisty, and a hypochondriac; and Bill liked a curly headed Jewish boy).
The day when Richie kissed Mike was a completely blank of mind and mostly an accident. It was out excitement. Mike had gotten Richie a vinyl of his favorite band at the moment for his birthday, and Richie got so happy that he just smashed his lips on Mike’s before continuing his excited shouting. Mike wasn’t grossed out, though. He didn’t mind it; he had to reassure Richie that a couple days later when the glasses wearing boy realized what had happened.
Now, onto Eddie Kaspbrak. Richie Tozier first kissed the smaller boy not too soon after he and Bill tried to do the dating thing. Richie had gotten so fed up with pining after Eddie that on Valentine’s Day, he kissed him in an empty hallway, blurted that he had feelings for him, and walked off. But, then, Eddie ran to him and pulled the taller boy down by the collar of his shirt. Eddie quickly kissed Richie, again, and stated that he liked him back.
That was a full year ago. Maybe a few days added. Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak have been dating an entire year, completely unknown to the other five Losers. Well, mostly. Bev had her suspicions and Bill caught on pretty quickly. The others just chimed it up to be Richie and Eddie hanging out or being the weirdos they are every once in a while.
That is, until Ben brought up Richie having kissed everyone. They were stuck inside Bill’s living room because of the pouring rain outside. An abandoned game of Go Fish sat on the coffee table and another forgotten game of Monopoly sat near the TV. Bill was sat beside Stan on the two seated couch; Bev sat on the arm of the recliner where Ben sat; Mike was sprawled out on the couch while Richie was by the wall; Eddie had disappeared to grab a snack from the kitchen.
“So, Richie, you’ve kissed almost all of us. Why haven’t you kissed Eddie yet?” He asked, genuinely curious. Bill rolled his eyes, obviously knowing the truth, and Bev covered her growing smile and laughter.
Richie scoffed and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “Well, fuck, Benny Boy, why the hell wouldn’t I kiss Eds? It’s not like he’s my boyfriend or anything,” he sarcastically retaliated. But he quickly realized his mistake and his half closed eyes widened behind the glasses, which caused his eyes to look even bigger.
“You and Eddie are dating?” Ben asked.
Eddie, who was walking in from the kitchen, dropped the family sized Doritos bag and stared equally wide-eyed at their group of friends. They were all staring back. Except Bev, she was trying not to laugh. And Bill, he was grabbing a couple of dollars from Stan, who was actually glaring at them.
“Richie!” Eddie yelled, voice high pitched as he turned to look at his now not so secret boyfriend.
Richie laughed, albeit nervously, and slung an arm around Eddie’s shoulders. “Obviously I’m joking, I haven’t kissed Eds ever! We’re not dating, why the fuck would-?”
“Cut it, Richie, you can’t fool us anymore,” Mike interrupted with a sly grin.
Eddie groaned and Richie rolled his eyes. Though, no one hated on them like Eddie thought would happen. It was why they kept it a secret. Richie didn’t want to push him into coming out and so he went along with keeping the relationship on the down low. At seeing none of them with disgusted expressions, Richie just grinned at Eddie. Eddie flipped his boyfriend off as he picked up the bag of chips.
“For outing us, I’m not kissing you for a whole day.”
Everyone laugh at Richie’s response. Eddie smirked and sat down by Mike’s feet on the couch. Richie grumbled under his breath and crossed his arms again as he leaned against the wall.
“Oh, cheer up, Richie,” Beverly laughed, “An entire day won’t be that bad.”
“Yeah, yeah. Fuck off, Marsh.”
a/n: okAY I hope you guys liked this, I thought of it half asleep this morning & decided “fuck it, I’m writing this” so here ya go, pals!! sorry for any spelling mistakes btw, I’ll fix it up later.
welp i guess there’s not going back. @skidspace tagging you because you made me ship this and i don’t know if I hate you or love you for it probably the second one
So…I have this headcanon that Yandere when not stalking senpai or killing people, he likes to draw. It’s usually about him and senpai together and being happy and things like that but sometimes he draws the other ilplier egos and the stuff he thinks happens in their meetings and theories about the egos he doesn’t know well and thats how this stupid comic happend and instead of drawing specific things about that headcanon i go for the gay stuff. yay me
Note: I like to think that even if he can’t see with his eyes, the host is aware of the things happening around him(visuals and stuff like that) because of his “narrating everything that is happening” powers(at least most of the times)
Crows and ravens are not bad omens, as much as people may want you to think they are.
If corvids are following you, they’re there to protect you.
If bad things happen when corvids are your guardians, those things were made to make you stronger.
They won’t let anything get to you that you aren’t strong enough to handle.
They will lead you into liminal spaces, but they will not lead you back out. Enter only if you are sure you can find your way back out again.
Crow Girls will play games with you, and they may hurt you, but they mean no harm. They do not know their own strength. Treat them with kindness, but also with playfulness, and they will reward you in kind.
Owls are wisdom, but they are also folly.
They will try to lead you down the wrong path, not out of malice, but as a test to your convictions. Stick to your morals and you will find loyalty.
Owls will protect you during the Thirteenth Hour, but only insofar as you are of use to them. Be sure you can offer enough to keep their protection for that long.
Owls will bend those laws you understand, and break those you don’t.
They are regal for as long as you revere them.
Only when they are humbled are they truly wise. They are not humbled easily.
Parrots are shits, but they can be controlled.
They will eat your balcony and crap on your car and cheat with your wife.
If you give them enough shiny things, they’ll eat and shit and fornicate somewhere else.
If you give them more than enough they’ll let you pick where that is.
If you give them nothing, you’d better get used to five a.m wake-up calls.
Gulls are dirty, scrappy creatures.
Gulls will fight you in the Woolworth’s car park at three in the morning, but only if there’s a cashier taking a smoke break by the bins and a clear sky overhead.
If you win, you become part of their cabal.
If you lose, they get claim over your gizzards. They can collect at any time.
Becoming a Gull gets you protection by the colony from all dangers, and gives you privileges. Be certain you need them before fighting.
Fighting without certainty that you need the colony ensures your loss.
Doves are lies wrapped in decadence.
Pigeons are the only truthful doves, but their words are wrapped in riddles.
When you hear a dove speak, assume the opposite is true, if you can understand what is being said in the first place.
Doves will give you gifts, but each will only be valuable to one person in the world. If you are very, very lucky, you’ll be given one that means something to you.
Doves watch over the spirit, but do not protect it. They are there only for information.
Doves are bad at their jobs.
Swans are evil.
No matter what, do not let a swan into your home.
If you find yourself stalked by swans, they will coerce you into something.
They will trick you using any means necessary. They are vengeful and do not forget a grudge, do not forgive a slight.
Swans will lure you with pretty words and promises of riches and love. Beware the shiny plumage; beneath lies the sharp beak, powerful talons.
Do not follow the swan song, do not dance with the swan, for it will steal you away to the Other, and you will not find your way home.