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flieslikeamoron · 6 months

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WIP Wednesday

I guess I'm a little bit writing the one where Steve can't feel anything but Eddie.

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Dr. Owens’ office looks like a normal doctor’s office. Maybe a little too sterile. No pictures or posters on the walls. But you’d never know walking in that he’s some of kind of top secret military doctor or something. Of course the sign on the outside of the building says "Medical Supply Center." And Steve wasn't allowed to tell his mom Joyce Byers was bringing him here. And there was nobody else in the waiting room. But still-

When Dr. Owens comes into the examining room, he just looks like a guy in a lab coat. Like any of the eighteen other doctors Steve’s already seen. The eighteen other doctors who haven’t been able to figure out what’s wrong with him. It's some kind of neuropathy. Except they don't know why it's his whole body. It's hypoesthesia. Except that's really a symptom more than a diagnosis. It's similar to CIP. Except they don't know why it's not just the pain he can't feel. Or what's causing it. Or how to fix it.

“So tell me about what’s going on,” Dr. Owens says.

It’s kind of a relief to be able to tell the whole story. Steve had been able to tell the other doctors about getting cracked in the head with a plate, the fight, the concussion. But he couldn’t say polywog, demodogs, got sprayed in the face with some noxious Upside Down spunk… He can still remember the rotten taste of it coating his mouth even through the bandana. It wasn't too long after that this whole thing started.

He hadn’t noticed it then. Maybe his toes seemed a little numb, his cheeks, the end of his nose. It was winter. It was cold. Maybe when he took a girl out, holding her hand felt a little strange. Muffled. Maybe kissing her wasn’t as vivid as it usually was. Maybe when she sucked him off it took him longer than usual to come, but he got there. It still felt good. It was like the lights were dimmed a bit, not like he couldn’t see. And maybe he thought, after Nancy… Well, it didn’t seem so strange to him that he wasn’t as into the other girls. That nothing felt like it had with her.

It was kind of weird when he'd dropped a bottle of balsamic vinegar on his socked foot and it barely even hurt. He took his sock off later, and his toe was swelled up. The nail black. But it hadn’t felt like much. There was another time too. He cut his hand sawing open a bagel. Blood everywhere, his mom in a tizzy, and it was just a far away dull throb.

He started to think something might be wrong then. But he kept hoping if he kept his head down, kept acting like it was nothing, then it would be nothing. The gate was closed. It had to be nothing.

He told himself it was nothing until he woke up one random Wednesday a couple months out from the gate being closed, and it was like he wasn’t in his body. He couldn’t feel the sheets under him, the blankets on top of him. Couldn’t feel the heat blowing. Couldn’t feel his shirt against his chest or the elastic of his briefs. And when he pinched himself there was nothing. He’d done it harder, twisting, fingers digging hard enough to bruise. Nothing. He did bruise. He wasn’t invincible. He just couldn’t feel it. He couldn’t feel anything.

Not the heat of the shower. Or the cold when he desperately turned the knob. Not the scratch of his fingernails across his arm, hard enough to bleed. Not his hand on his dick. Nothing. He leaves the last bit out when he’s telling it for the doc.

Dr. Owens doesn’t seem to think it’s all in Steve’s head, which is a step up from most of the doctors his mom has taken him to. But he can’t really say what it is either. Other than probably related to that thing where a whole other dimension had been leaking into the town for a year.

“We’ve had a few cases,” he says. “Of other-” He cocks his head over what word to put there. “Effects.” He frowns. “Hawkins has been exposed to all kinds of bio material, maybe even radiation, we simply don’t have enough information to understand. We did as much testing as we could at the lab before the gate was closed, and we’re working on reversing the effects. But there’s so much we don’t know. Each…” He looks for a word again. “Each affliction is different.”

Dustin calls what Steve’s got a superpower, but to be honest Steve thinks affliction fits better. A superpower is being bulletproof or flying or moving shit with your mind like El. Useful stuff. Steve burned the shit out of his hand the other day and didn’t notice until he smelled his skin cooking. Steve keeps cutting himself shaving because not being able to feel the blade on his face makes him doubt the muscle memory of it. Makes his hand uncertain. Steve can’t even get himself off. He tried a couple times in the beginning. His dick sort of half-heartedly chubbing up with the friction of a hand he can’t feel. He can’t get himself hard though. Can’t make himself come.

Afflicted sounds about right to him.

“Normally,” the doc is saying, “in an area exposed to toxins you’d see consistent effects: elevated cancer rates, lung damage, lead poisoning. But this…” He shakes his head.

“What kind of things are you seeing?”

“I can’t share names or too many specifics of other patients,” Dr. Owens says. “But we’ve seen some very unusual things. A girl whose touch seems to burn living tissue. A boy who seems to be exhaling some kind of poison, small amounts, but they build up when people are exposed to him for long."

"Jesus, I guess mine could have been worse," Steve says. "Did anyone get any actual good powers? Why is it all-" He shakes his head, rolling his eyes. "Afflictions."

"They're biological anomalies," Dr. Owens says. "Not magical powers."

"I don't mean magical powers, I mean like… El. She has a good power. I know it's her special brain or whatever and not magic. But did anyone else get something like that? Something useful?"

"El didn't get her telekinesis from the Upside Down. She was born with a special brain, like you said. And as for you and the others… We don't know." He tilts his head, leaning in toward Steve. Face pretty kindly for a secret government operative who probably has the authority to burn Hawkins to the ground if he decides it's too contaminated with- Biological anomalies. "I hope you’ll let us do some tests. The more information we have, the more likely we can figure out how to reverse it."

Steve can't imagine there's a test he hasn't had. His mom's been on a mission. Toting him from specialist to specialist. He's been all over the country. He's been scanned inside out and head to toe and toe to head and back again. He's given pints and pints of blood. He's gotten zero results. He's not getting his hopes up that this'll be any different. Owens basically said as much. They don't know what this is. How the Upside Down's changed people. But... At least these doctors know where to start looking. And hell, this is what Steve's here for. Might as well try.

His mom signs him out of school to see a fake doctor at a clinic that doesn't exist. And Steve spends a week in an underground bunker. They do new MRIs, new CAT scans. They strap Steve into a few machines he hasn't seen before. They hook him up to electrodes and videotape him all day long. They test out blunt pressure, sharp blades. Hot and cold and soft and hard. He feels nothing. They make him bruise and bleed while machines beep around him, spitting out long lengths of incomprehensible measurements. Nothing. They starve him for most of a day. That he feels. They keep him up until his head feels like swimming through tar. They give him drugs. He feels that too. Hungry, tired, dizzy, sick to his stomach. He can feel all of that. But anything they shove at him from the outside... Nothing.

They scan him again, again, again.

They don't know. They can't fix it.

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It comes in handy that summer though. He isn't exactly going to break under Russian torture when he can’t feel shit. They can tear off his fingernails, hell chop off whole fingers and it won’t make any difference… No, that’s not true. He gets a queasy feeling in his gut thinking about being left with nothing but bloody stumps. But it wouldn’t hurt. He tries to make sure they take it out on him instead of Robin. Finally, something this stupid, shitty biological anomaly is good for. He can take it. As much as they've got. So she doesn't have to.

He can tell it's bad from the blood dripping into his eyes. From the way it's hard to talk. From the way Robin looks at him like she wants to cry. He screams because he knows that's what they want from him. Because that's the only way to make them stop before they do something really… Permanent. But he could take more. He could keep taking it until they kill him, and it wouldn't hurt at all.

Robin hugs him when they finally make it out. Sagging into him, clinging to him with exhausted relief at surviving the Russians, the meat monster, but also surviving what she told him in the bathroom. Steve's always been a fan of hugs. The solid comfort of bodies pressed together. But he can't feel the heat of her, the squeeze of her. He settles for the sweaty smell of her head right up against his nose. The sound of the wavering sigh she lets out. He tries to hug her back without thinking too much about if he's holding her too hard, not hard enough. His arms uncertain.

He looks at himself in the mirror at home once he's dropped her off. His swollen, blood-streaked face, his eye shut. The bruises deep and ugly. The nasty split of his lip. The break in his nose. It's like looking at someone else. Like the person in the mirror isn’t even him. He presses down on the worst bruise around his shut eye. Presses down and feels nothing.

#just putting my toe into it #trying to figure out if it's anything #wip wednesday #steddie au #steddie fic #my fic: haven au #my fic

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huntinthedwellin98 · 4 months

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i just had a realization. does withers ever introduce himself as withers or is that just a nickname the polywog polycule assigned him. i was thinking about how funny it is that he would call himself withers but after thinking a bit i dont actually remember him ever giving any name?

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3

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frosty-the-killer-doll · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers - tagged by the lovely @supergirlboy !!!!!

How many works do you have on ao3?

What's your total ao3 word count?

274,783

What fandoms do you write for?

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

how do i look? (mm, frightful) - Heroes of Olympus

two rights can feel so, so wrong - Stranger Things

when the sun loves the moon - Wednesday

if flynn rider was out there, i'd probably reject him - Brooklyn 99

snow laughing matter - The Flash

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Of course! I want to let my readers know how much I appreciate their feedback 💕

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I couldn't decide between these three:

There’s a beautiful warmth in Felicity’s watery gaze when she talks about how straight-laced and good, how wonderful, Laurel had been as a teenager. Student body president, y’know! Always the smart kid you knew was going somewhere. Felicity hadn’t even known her back then, but that never really mattered. Laurel was sharp, kind, friendly— but she could hold her own. And she had, all her life, no matter what. Until… “Until... Damien Darhk.” Barry knows, at the vile hatred burning in Felicity’s tone at that name, he isn’t going to like this part of Laurel’s life story. And he’s right.

- finding out

Somewhere in the darkness of night, she makes the choice to leave. To run away from the monster, push past the angel, barely give any thought to the hunter. Tomorrow, when the sun comes up and her body works again… For now, she stirs in the memories of Randy’s blood and Salinger’s touch. She’s going to get out of here if it kills her.

- wounded

Khione will never know them. She wishes she got to know them. She wishes she could have been made for a different purpose. She wants to be the one that hears Frost inside her head and listens to Caitlin’s bad singing. Khione is grieving the lives she never led, but the lives that her body remembers so loyally. She doesn’t remember them. But that means she’ll never forget them.

-- and if it had to perish twice

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

maybe this oldie from smoak signals?

Laurel looked around at all these people. She’d known so many of them for years. Some were still strangers to her. She wouldn’t pass up this night for the universe. Even if she could go back to Earth-Two, she loved that so many of the people around her were alive and happy because of Prime. Eddie Thawne didn’t have to die to ensure Eobard’s defeat. Here, Barry didn’t have to break Patty’s heart. Livewire wasn’t just undead, but she was genuinely a force of good. Here, William had siblings—not blood ones, but blood didn’t matter much to them. He chose to be the brother of Zoe Ramirez and Ruby Arias, the polywogs. Maybe things weren’t always perfect. But as far as Laurel was concerned, this overwhelming linked group of outcasts was her perfect family. She loved them all, so, so, so fucking much, she didn’t know how to put it into a sentence. And she didn’t even know some of their names. That was amazing.

Do you get hate on fics?

bitch, every time I post about Max Mayfield. Her haters are alive and well in the comments of any ao3 fics that portray her in even a somewhat positive light

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I've written smut literally once and it's kinky Smoaking Canarrow threesome. I would love to write more smutty works...

Do you write crossovers?

Assuming we're not counting crossovers between media that exists in the same universe, not generally, but I did manage to sneak Crazy Jane of the Doom Patrol into an Arrowverse fic!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

shit not that I know of

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so?

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

RAO no

What’s your all-time favorite ship to write for?

:3 teehee

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

probably bare my old, diseased soul. I haven't touched it in years; I've lost interest in soulmate AUs, even polyamorous ones that star my darling Caity.

What are your writing strengths?

shrug emoji

What are your writing weaknesses?

it's hard to spell things right when you're dyslexic so I fear there are spelling and grammar errors in some places, tho I try to reread my works a shitton to fix any I may find before posting

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

make sure to always research the shit outta whatever you're trying to say!

First fandom you wrote for?

if writing multiple novel-length fics based on the adventures of my Warrior Cats OCs counts, then Warriors. Considering those works featured literally no actual Warrior characters, I like to say The Flash.

Favorite fic you’ve written?

true to form, a fluffy pre-relationship Killersnow~

UM UM UM let's tag @the-feral-gremlin and @icedteaandoldlace and @laurensxdeath

#tag games #fic writers

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loserclubowergang · 2 years

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1 2 5 6 9 10 with the bowers gang?

1.Who’s the best gift giver? Do they go in on gifts or do it separately? Patricks love language is gifiting so he loves doing it and its the best of the 4, he have anlyzed everything his boyfriends are interested so he always know what to gift them. They usually do it separately so it the gifts feel more personal. Victor is as well a good gifter but he is not near as obsessive with detils as Patrick.

2.Sleeping arrangements: Do they push the beds together? Who takes all of the blankets in bed? Who’s practically draped over the others? They have a bed for each one but they sleep togheter in the living room in a sofa bed, Victor always takes all tha blankets cause he get cold easily, Belch sleeps in the center of the sofa bed and everyone ends up over him.

5.Do any members get jealous? How do they act when they do? Henry gets jeoluse all the time over nothing, he thinks he is not worty of love and that they are gonna change him for someone better or just excluve him. And when he gets jeoluse he goes for form angry to sad depending in the situation. Patrick also gets so fucking jeoluse whenever his in not getting all the attention, he gets jeoulese of other people, kids , animals and sometimes even plants. He usually go straight to them and reclaims the atettion. Belch and Victor dont get jeoulus usually.

6.Who asked who out? How was the first date(s)? Okey so they werent dating when they move out to an departament acording to them, even if they have the more domestic married life you could imagine. But it was official when Victor decide there anivisary day. Even thought Henry denied it for a year after that. Henry only acpeted after Reginald bring his mother to present them as his partners.

9.Who’s the one who remembers everyone’s favorite orders at cafes/restaurants? Patrick , but been totally fair Patricks knew all their favorite things before thay were even friends cause he is a stalker.

10.Would/do they have kids? Who are the Responsible Parents, who are the Cool Parents™ to the polywogs? Thay cant have kids , with Patrick and Henry is actually kind of difficult to even be near childs ,so no , even thought Victor and Belch are fine with that sience it wasnt in their plans to have kids.

#poly bowers gang #bowers gang #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #belch huggins #victor criss

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claire-de-lune · 2 years

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Byler fans are disgusting!!!!! They’re comparing El to the polywog and calling her Mike’s pet similar to Dustin having a pet. 🤢

And people wonder why I dislike them

As @reganx2 pointed out: especially since she spent most of her life being dehumanized.

#Mileven

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pocket-poly · 7 months

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Poly-Wogs

A term for kiddos of polyam parents.

I have 1 at home polywog, 2 grown. He's 13 and is nuro-spicy. I'm very cautious and extremely careful who knows or meets or is around my kid.

Redgrasshopper has been doing KTP with me for almost a year now. He has 5 kiddos of his own all adults now.

Long story as short as possible. My kiddo handles home alone for a few hours at a time w/o any issues. However, I have a concert with my hubby coming up and my childcare (my cousin) got COVID at her music festival last weekend. She was only going to have him a few hrs to break up the time and make sure dinner was safely handled... So we decided we would skip dinner out and eat at home, not stress on the opening band (I don't even know their music) then head out after dinner, so kiddo would be home solo just a short while before bedtime.

This whole ass man somehow nonchalantly tosses out he will be nearby after his therapy if I or kiddo need anything... so careful to not over step but still offer.

Like I'm still thinking how the fuck did he toss that out there with ease and I was so comfortable with the simple offer alone I melted.

This is effort, support, investment and LOVE

#poly life #polyamory #polyamorous #polyamourous #boyfriend #polyam #kitchen table poly #poly family #polywog #polycule #redgrasshopper

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thiziri · 2 years

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10. do they have kids? Who are the Responsible Parents, who are the Cool Parents™ to the polywogs?

THEY. DON'T. HAVE. ANY 😭😭

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME, ANON 😭😭

I'll answer anyway, if they'd have had children, I think Tim would have been the cool one and her the responsible one 🥺

#it's unfair #i'm crying now #🥺🥺#princess anne #princess royal #asks

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calidebs · 29 days

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Miniature Frog with Wiggle Worm Polywog Figurines Ceramic 2 piece (2 chips).

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crescentsandtriskelions · 5 months

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ilya's f/o list

general disclaimer: i've had a running daydream in my head since i was like 12 w a sort-of s/i main character and a very confusing polycule has formed - basically, its can be in either the original universe, my brainplace (Mieldora) or some other AU

in general, i'm good w 'sharing' f/os ^^

my s/is tends to have the same name i'm lazy but maybe i'll change it later idk lmao

the format is: 'f/o name (polycule links)' then 'show || s/i || tag'

Romantic

Daniel Jackson (sometimes x Vala and/or Jonas)

Stargate SG1 || Ilyara Ieuan || love in heiroglyphs

Vala Mal Doran (sometime x Daniel and/or Daniel)

Stargate SG1 || Ilyara Ieuan || chaos incarnate

Jonas Quinn (sometimes x Daniel and/or Vala)

Stargate SG1 || Ilyara Ieuan || cross your fingers

Daisy Johnson (sometimes x Lincoln and/or Robbie)

Agents of Shield || Ilyara Ieuan || from ripples to waves

Lincoln Campbell (sometimes x Daisy and/or Robbie)

Agents of Shield || Ilyara Ieuan || sparks fly

Roberto 'Robbie Reyes (sometimes x Daisy and/or Lincoln)

Agents of Shield || Ilyara Ieuan || hellfire and leather

Leopold Fitz (sometimes x Simmons)

Agents of Shield || Ilyara Ieuan || time stands still

Jemma Simmons (sometimes x Fitz)

Agents of Shield || Ilyara Ieuan || out of this world

Christopher 'Chris' Pike

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds || S'harien Erikson Ilyara || to the moon and back

Matthew 'Matt' Murdock

Daredevil || Ilyara Ieuan || the devil made me do it

Raylan Givens

Justified || Ilyara Ieuan || save a horse

Augustin Jordan

SAS: Rogue Heroes || Ilyara Ieuan || screw the french

Pat Riley

SAS: Rogue Heroes || Ilyara Ieuan || good god hes american

Spencer Reid

Criminal Minds || Ilyara Ieuan || perfect memories

Juan Carlos 'Juice' Ortiz

Sons of Anarchy || Ilyara Ieuan || tech and tires

Roman Godfrey (sometimes x Peter)

Hemlock Grove || Ilyara Ieuan || bloodwitch

Peter Rumancek (sometimes x Roman)

Hemlock Grove || Ilyara Ieuan || witchwolf

Joaquin Torres

MCU || Ilyara Ieuan || winging it

Familial

Linkon - older brother

The 100 || Amara || tag tba

Adam Milligan - half brother

Supernatural || Jack Jones || tag tba

Platonic

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Children

Dominique Ieuan - daughter of Ilyara Ieuan (sometimes polywog)

Alya Fitz-Simmons - daughter of Fitz & Simmons (polywog)

Charles Riley Pike & Morgan Owain Pike - twin sons of Christopher Pike and S'harien Erikson Ilyara

Polycule Map

tba

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