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hypnoneghoul · 1 day

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Hyp. Your awesome. Your writing is awesome. Could be kinda awesome if you wrote some good ol' RainDrop in a bit of an enemies to lovers or a classic hate fuck situation? Only awesome if ur feeling it, obviously. If not that's cool. Just thought I'd ask to see if your awesome brain came up with anything 🤭

heheh thank you! i had some lore kinda thoughts and it turned into whatever this is. they're not fucking (yet) here, but the enemies to lover vibe is strong. I hope it's okay :3

(and look at my new divider by the amazing @ghuleh-recs!!!)

“What on earth are you doing with that bass?”

Rain jumps at the harsh voice of the other ghoul. He thought he was alone in the practice room—and maybe he was, but obviously not anymore.

“Playing,” he replies, trying his best to sound sure of himself and confident, but it comes out more as a question.

“Making an even bigger idiot out of yourself than you already are is what you’re doing,” Dewdrop scoffs. Rain tries to ignore that pang of hurt in his chest at his words, but it’s hard when every single day for the last weeks all that the fire ghoul’s been doing is showering him in hate. He thinks he may just about have had enough.

Still, he lacks the courage to do anything about it, anyway. When it comes to flight or fight, Rain chooses the former over and over again.

“I’m just gonna go if you need the room,” he says quietly and turns to put his bass away.

“Sure, go abuse that thing somewhere else.” The water ghoul has no idea what Dewdrop is on about. Maybe he is doing something wrong, but how would he know? He doesn’t have a mentor to teach him like all the other ghouls that were summoned to their pack with him.

Rain sighs, packs the bass and turns to leave with his head hung low.

Before he can actually leave, though, Dewdrop stops him. He stands in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest and he’s glaring up at Rain as if he has expected him to do something else.

“Who told you to pick like that?” he asks. Rain’s eyes are dragged to a wrinkle between his eyebrows. It seems permanent, always there with his frown, but the water ghoul thinks he could actually be really pretty if he just…got rid of that everlasting anger etched in his features.

“No one,” Rain tells him the truth. “I’ve been trying to figure stuff out on my own.”

“Why?” Dewdrop asks, seeming completely oblivious. Rain gets a little confused now, too. He knows the fire ghoul’s history, he knows it should be him teaching him his instrument. Did Dewdrop himself forget?

Suddenly Rain gets bolder.

“Well, I don’t exactly have a teacher,” he says louder, straightening up. “I’m doing my best, unlike someone.”

“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?” Dewdrop growls and takes a step forward. He’s small—way smaller than Rain—but the pure fire in his eyes can intimidate. Still, the water ghoul doesn’t move.

“You know what! You can’t call me an idiot for not being great at something I have zero idea about just because the person who was supposed to teach me decided to…I don’t know, hate me for no reason!”

Dewdrop’s eyebrows shoot up.

He looks like Rain’s words…got to him and the water ghoul doesn’t know how to feel about it. Is it just a calm moment before the storm, is he about to be burned to the ground with Dewdrop’s anger? His anxious brain manages to come up with a multitude of doomsday scenarios in those short moments.

But what happens is so very different from all of those scenarios.

Dewdrop looks down and scoffs as if he’s regretting what he’s about to do, before he swiftly reaches out and grabs Rain’s arms to keep him close when he stands on his tiptoes and presses his burning lips against the water ghoul’s cold ones.

Rain huffs into the kiss in surprise, but quickly finds it…nice. He relaxes and kisses back and it’s getting more and more heated with every second.

A few moments later it’s Rain who begins to peel the other’s clothes off piece by piece. Neither of them knows what happens, it’s like they black out and in the next moment they’re tumbling on the floor naked.

“Fuck me, Rain,” Dewdrop pants and the water ghoul likes the way his own name falls from his lips. His voice is pretty. “Fuck the hate out of me.”

Well, Rain can’t exactly waste a solution to fixing his own problem?

Can he?

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul

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accidentalshifter · 3 days

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⛰️ 7 Blessings Mountain DR ⛰️

Concept: An isolated world hidden within a lush, bamboo forest covered in a blanket of mist. Seven sects of warrior sages, who call themselves "Immortals," train their minds & bodies here. Learning secret techniques that allow them to wield incredible power. Sacred beasts and demons wander the mountain. A system of waterfalls, lakes, hot springs, and underground caves create a labyrinth that is begging to be explored...

Coiled deep underneath the foundations of Seven Blessings Mountain, a dragon sleeps. Ancient. Old. Waiting for it's moment to rise once again.

Will I be the one to wake it...?

*Disclaimer: Beautiful divider was created by the talented @thecutestgrotto

⛰️ DR Information and Lore ⛰️

🎍 I've been shifting to places and dreaming since I was a child, but 7 Blessings Mountain was my first attempt at consciously creating a DR. This place is somewhere that I consciously chose to be for once, making it special in my heart amongst all my DRs. Originally, my shifting was more like a roulette table than anything I could direct.

🎍 It was born out of pure stress and a need for safety. At the time of its creation, I was in an unstable & dangerous living situation that afforded me no privacy or peace. 7 Blessings Mountain provided me a means of escape & also an environment where I could reconnect with my spiritual guides after many years of utter silence. Originally, 7 Blessings was just a waiting room in that respect. I had no clue it would grow into something more.

🎍 When I say "reconnect," I mean it. Before creating 7 Blessings Mountain, I had (avidly) been on a spiritual boycott for YEARS due to a growing bitterness in myself over the state of my life. I (immaturely) blamed my guides. And I resisted any meaningful conversation with them until my living situation/s became too much to bear alone. In reconnecting with my guides, I realized how very little I actually knew about them & their origins. I'm still on that journey towards reconnecting & healing the rift I put in between us. We're in a better place now, at least.

🎍 7 Blessings Mountain wasn't (originally) a mountain at all... It used to be a place I called 🦋 The Butterfly Room 🦋 ; My first waiting room...before I even had the terminology (or knowledge) for what that was. When I broke the taglock* that was tethered to it, the link I had to The Butterfly Room got subsequently weakened. I had to find a new taglock item I could use. Now, I know taglocks aren't really nessecary and you can always 10,0000000 robotic affirmations your way into shifting to your DR, but...that's not how my brain works! Wearing an item that reminds me of my DR/DR-self works best for me. So, when I found a new taglock item that fit my purposes...the DR's aesthetics changed.

It went from being a Rococo-styled salon in a French palace filled with blue butterflies to a bamboo mountain. The butterflies are still there, though.

*Please go read my Taglock Method post for a better understanding of shifting with items as catalysts.

🎍 I'm pretty sure the reason the aesthetics changed was because of the (new) taglock I used to shift after The Butterfly Room broke. The new one was a wood and azure epoxy, terrarium-style ring that was created to look like a mountain (with a waterfall) was sealed inside of it. The kind you can buy from Etsy. And at the same time that I bought the ring, I had JUST started getting into C-dramas. I mean, like. I was watching them every single day. I think my brain mashed the two things together by correspondence?? 🤷‍♀️ I could've pruned that out altogether but...gotta be real here, I enjoyed exploring a sacred mountain A LOT more than being stuck inside a Palace of Versailles rip-off.

🎍 I don't know a lot about my guides. Most of my life has been spent being shamed for having spiritual beliefs or being told that I'm crazy, so I've done a great evil to myself by suppressing communication with them and my intuition just to "pass inspection." Whelp, those days are over! I'm leaning fully into the crazy now. But more to the point, I can't tell if my guides have always been elemental or nature-based Taoist Sword Immortals...or if it's just an easy, convenient way for them to operate within my DR. I guess we'll find out, huh??

🎍 Another thing I'd like to touch on is that this DR was put together before I joined the shifting community, before I really knew the mechanics of what I was doing, before I got the hang of scripting or even KNEW it was something I could do. Therefore, none of the events, people, or interactions within this DR were planned. Everything just unfolded in a way that I didn't predict. All the cool lore at the top of this post was stuff I gathered over time exploring in this DR.

🎍 On that note, while this DR was inspired by me binging on C-dramas and my love for Taoism beliefs, it's not actually based on any specific media. The people & the situations I meet are a mystery to me. Which is exciting! I think that the "mystery factor" is one of my main motivators for me to shift anywhere.

🎍 7 Blessings Mountain was the first of my "Seasonal DRs" that I started out with. In my formative years as a Pagan, before Tumblr, I was really passionate about celebrating the Sabbats with my friends. But when everyone left to pursue their own lives and grew up, it kind of...also left a huge hole in my life where those celebrations used to be. Shifting filled that hole again by allowing me to experience the joy of the seasons through my DRs. And now, every time the weather shifts in my CR, I visit a different seasonal DR & celebrate the seasons again.

7 Blessings Mountain is inspired by summer.

⛰️ The Details of 7 Blessings ⛰️

🎍 My safety protocol exists in the form/s of dragon statues littered across 7 Blessings. If any kind of danger is presented to me that I feel uncomfortable with, a dragon statue will immediately pop up and allow me an instant exit. These dragon statues might appear just when I want to leave DR in general. Dragon/s statues don't need a safe word to pop up. It's purely based on my psychological needs in the moment. If there arises a situation where I cannot speak, having this non-verbal safety cue will be beneficial/activate.

🎍 Dragon statues can be seen/perceived by others within my DR but can't be used in the same way that I use them. For all intents and purposes, to the denizens of 7 Blessings, the statues are just statues that have always just been there. Regardless of whether they were or just popped up a moment ago due to any perceived danger. The Dragon underneath 7 Blessings Mountain is an expression of this safety script. While dragons were probably a symptom of watching too many C-dramas, I also really love the legends and myth behind Eastern dragons above all over supernatural creatures. Foxes and Qilin come second and third.

🎍 Every day in 7 Blessings is locked within a perfect summer with few exceptions. I've seen a thunderstorm happen once or twice. But that's still summer weather for a tropical bamboo mountain in mythological China.

🎍 The mountain itself is sitting on top of a sacred power spot that is both culturally and spiritually significant to the people of Seven Blessings. I have left the exact mythology & conditions of the power spot open so that I can have fun discovering, through context clues that I gather, what the stories behind that are.

🎍 The seven sects of Sword Immortals use this mountain as a base of operations for the sacred rites of energy/spirit cultivations that they all practice. Each sect is different in the way they approach spirit cultivations. Some sects are severe while others are relaxed and allowing. Each sect is run by a Master Sage but many various minor sages also circulate in the sects, teaching their own spin on their sect's core tenants.

🎍 7 Blessings is a place of metaphysical & martial education that can translate over to your CR. If you, for instance, went to study with a sect that valued mental refinement, you might find that in your CR, you develop a greater capacity for left-brained thinking. If you studied with a sect that valued health and physical attainment, you might notice a positive shift in that direction in your CR. So, by visiting this mountain, you can fast-track progress within your CR.

🎍 7 Blessings Mountain was once an active volcano. The caldera has now been filled up with water and become a bottomless, azure lake. The location of the temples of all seven sects are situated around this lake at the top of the mountain. A main temple that unifies all seven sects exists on an island in the very center of the lake. Overseen by Grand Sage. All competitions and meetings of the Master Sages of each sect take place here. Most of the time, though, the sects take care of their business in-house & don't often interact.

🎍 Ferrymen situated around the lake help a traveler navigate across it. It's a huge lake! It also has significant dangers and oddities of the water itself that make the ferryman not only helpful but nessecary to have on Seven Blessings Mountain. These ferrymen aren't associated with any particular sect and kind of operate as an entity of their own. Each of the ferrymen on 7 Blessings have their own price for passage, ranging from simple asks to requests that are monumental. The price of the asks directly corresponds to the rarity and spiritual importance of the place you're asking to travel to.

If the price is too high for you, you're always encouraged to walk there yourself... ;)

🎍 Every Master and Minor Sage (along with the Grand Master) is a personal spirit guide I have now. Or have had in my past lives. And also a part of my infinite self. Think Jungian Parts Work therapy...but make it shifting!

🎍 Besides dragon statues, sages, sects and ferrymen, 7 Blessings Mountain is home to a ton of rare, mythological beasts. Something about the energy of the mountain itself has a magnetic/attractive effect to them. Many medicinal herbs grow, thrive, are harvested, and sought out here. However, 7 Blessings is also called home by a significant amount of demons. The seven sects mostly keep them in check. While not encouraged to point out by the sects, the demons were actually there first on the mountain before the Sages ever arrived on it.

🎍 Each sect has a sacred weapon that is a component of an old divinely-made machine that has an unscripted, mysterious purpose. I want to leave that up to my DR to decide...

*New information will be added as I continue to explore this place.

#shiftblr #desired reality intro #desired reality #shifting #reality shifting #shifting realities #shifting community #reality shift #shifters #shifting blog #shifting diary #anti shifters dni #shifting antis dni #custom dr #shifting to desired reality

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pupyr0arz · 1 day

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May we have a crumb of kidnapper!Gaz cuddling with his beloved? After bringing them nice gifts just bc so ofc theyd let him love on them bc he treats them like a deity?

Ask and ye shall receive 🫡 it gets there eventually. I might write more straight fluff after this.

He watches as you flip through the glossy catalogue. He gives you new ones every other day, it feels, leaflets and cutouts and magazines. Women’s clothing, men’s clothing, food, perfume, watches for you to show any interest in any of the pictures. He still doesn’t trust you with anything electronic, even with him in the room, and gave you a tight smile when you asked. You ignore the guilt you feel for bothering him about his rules, the welling shame that he’s stressed over you when you refuse to eat. Leftover, misplaced reactions. You haven’t seen another in months, it feels, he’s taken up the spots of your friends and family when you got particularly depressed, and you’re stupid brain is transferring that onto him.

You snap out the scented cardpaper that came with the magazine, activating it with a rub of your fingernail. It smells like flowers more than it does chemicals, hearty and thick. He doesn’t seem to have much of a budget, like some kind of cartoonish villain that spawned from somewhere. Some lonely rich man refusing to fed his dog anything but imported caviar.

“Do you like it?” He interjects, leaning forwards with his hands on his thighs. They twitch, and you know he wants to grab you, but he doesn’t touch you. He never does. What kind of man kidnaps someone, and then respects their boundaries afterwards? “It’s a nice brand.” He encourages, like he’s asking a toddler to eat their vegetables, like when he’s bothering you about your health. “I’ve found myself a fan.”

You already know he wears perfume. You set the card down before you crush it, not wanting to dwell on that memory with him in the room. “I think it’s fine.” You say roughly, and you know you’ll wake up with it on your nightstand like everything you show the tiniest smidge of approval for. The angry tone of your train of thought sputters and stops as a smile breaks out over his face, eyes softening.

“Thank you,” he says like you’ve just jumped into traffic to save his dog’s life, and you have to cling on to the head of resentment that he’s doing this to fuck with you. It’s the only thing in this goddamn room you can hold on to, your fingers will slip on silk sheets and his stupid outfits and nice words.

“When do I get out of the dungen?” You prod, and a flash of annoyance crosses his face. He hates what you call ‘your room’, carefully insists upon it being your home now, like some kind of refuge. You aren’t of the opinion that anything involving chloroform counts.

“Sweetness,I want you to get settled in first, you know that.” He chides softly. He doesn’t yell, doesn’t hit you, doesn’t do a goddamn thing but treat you like some fucked up stray he picked up off the street. Your eyes dart to his hand. He doesn’t have a bandage there anymore, and you resist the impulse to reach out, open the floodgates and feel for any remaining damage. “You don’t need to be more stressed than you already are. I promise, when you’re feeling up to it I’ll take you out. Wherever you want.”

“My house?” You jab and he leans back, gives you a conflicted look like he cares and you cut him off. “What if I never get better?”

His brow furrows. “You’re improving.” He says, but you have him on the back foot now.

“It’s been months, hasn’t it? I’m still not ‘adjusted’.” The magazine crumples in your fist. “What if I don’t break like you want me to? If you can’t fuckng Stockholm syndrome me into your pet?”

Kyle doesn’t look scared, or even upset. His face had smoothed out sometime during your rant into warm, affectionate amusement. “Darling,” he says, tone indulgent, “My career gives me some insight here. We might be taking it slow, but you’ve made so much progress. We’ve made so much progress.” He gets off of the bed, raising a hand to cut off your attempt at retort. His anxiety is replaced with his calm, confident conviction.

“I promise, everything is going to work out like I told you.” He pauses, and adds in a more condescending voice, “do you think I don’t know what I’m doing?”

You drop the baller up magazine on the ground, bile welling up in your throat, and flop onto your bed. You bury your face into your soft pillows like some kind of stupid teenager, fear and helplessness making you clench your fists because he believes it, he absolutely believes it'll work, that he can wear you down, and he’s not going to let you go.

He picks up the magazine before he leaves. He’ll be back in what you’ve taken to calling half an hour, give or take, ready to start prying at you again. It’s still at least eight more days of this before you have the chance for a short break, if he vanishes off to work where he studies psychological torture and kills people with the million guns in his car.

You can’t help but believe it too.

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You wake up feeling uniquely reckless. You’re alone right now, which is probably better because if he was here you might lung at him, if just to soothe the unplaceable itch underneath your skin. You can’t help but think of it as a game some days, some fucked up chess where you gain some by lashing out but lose more because of the way he smiles at you while he holds an ice pack to your jaw, apologizes for holding you down while you scream and thrash at him.

You want to tear up your sheets, but you can’t muster up the energy when he’ll have them replaced without a second glance. It feels like you can’t make mistakes here, like he doesn’t want a single thing from you.

You know what he wants.

You roll out of bed, flipping off the security camera in the teddy bear on your nightstand. He coats everything he does in pastels

and soft words and sweet things and it’s like punching a goddamn pillow. Not a speck of resistance, not a sign you’re making progress convincing him you’re a bad captive to have.

You take a sandwich and a carton of milk out of your mini-fridge, wanting to get it out of the way before he decided to come down and needle you to stick to your meal plan. You sit down at your little dolls-table, on your little dolls-chair with your plastic utensils. Maybe if you’re lucky he’ll go out today, leave you in the quiet for a few days. Long enough to remind yourself that glass breaks and you can bleed without him there to wipe everything spotless. Short enough that you don’t start rotting inside. It’s never that lucky, you’re always left trying to keep from watching the door, pretending you don’t hope that it’s his smiling face ready to carve away your memories of times without him.

You don’t know how many more points of failure you have left in you before you have to give up the ghost. You unclench your jaw, sticking your tongue beneath your teeth so you don’t grind your teeth together. You’re developing too many stress habits. He doesn’t tell you you’re being hysterical, but as you sit on a cushioned seat in a room full of all your favorite things, while eating your favorite foods, you’re starting to forget the taste of chloroform.

—

You wake to the side of your bed dipping under Kyle’s weight. He smells like gunpowder and wet leather, unfamiliar and harsh in the enclosed vivarium that’s become your home. Kyle’s wearing his outside clothes, usually so careful to keep the glossy barrier separating you from his work intact. You stare into the dark, not turning over as your limbs lock. Old, bad habits. He knows you’re awake.

“Sweetness,” he mutters in the dark, “can I touch?” He doesn’t say please, but you can imagine the word hanging heavy behind his lips, his pleading eyes locked on you.

“Yeah,” you mutter back, rolling onto your back. His hands come up immediately, shoving under your shirt and you yelp at the touch of his icy fingertips. Kyle tuts, pressing his head into your cheek, shushing you like some hysterical mutt. He’s glued to you in what must be seconds, determined to tangle your limbs together like every time he touches you it’s the last.

It doesn’t burn, but it melts something in you, angry scattered half thoughts of pushing Kyle away or denying him crumbling into inconceivable dust when he presses a sweet kiss to your cheek. Tentatively, you twine your fingers with him and his breath hitches, and then he sighs, ecstasy incarnate, relaxing on you with his full weight.

“I love you,” Kyle tells you like it’s a secret every time, like the words are something he’s stolen and fought and killed for. He has, and he’s come to present them to you like the jewels and the books and the presents. “I love you with my whole heart, every inch.”

You swallow, tucking Kyle’s head under your chin, feeling the warmth of his breath on your neck. “Okay,” you say, your voice very small and not quite there, but Kyle’s hand squeezes painfully tight for just a second. It’s the first time you’ve said a single word when he tells you, and you know it’s as good as at this point.

“So much,” Kyle says, voice wrecked like you’ve done something to him, tugging him undone with just your voice.

“Yeah.”

#Sorry it’s not super cute 😭 they just weren’t at that point #Now they are + midpoint #Maybe kgaz brings kidnapped a kitten or something #Gets allowed a hug or holding hands #Anon #writing #snippet #gaz #stalker gaz #cod x reader #cod #gaz x reader #kyle gaz x you #kyle gaz x reader #.bark #If it’s rough in places shhhh

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ataliagold · 2 days

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Hello!

Thought it was about time I introduce myself and link all my fics in one place, so here we go, in the order I wrote them.

I'm from New Zealand (I try hard to keep NZ slang/terms out of fics but sometimes they slip in...sorry!) am 29, autistic and bi...

I only write Steddie, I enjoy AU's, Steve whump, hurt/comfort and fluff, so there's alot of that here. Animals often feature strongly in my fics too, because I love them.

Fics below the cut, all complete unless specified:

Multi Chapter:

The Wreckage Of You I No Longer Reside In -

Rating - M, W/C - 55,708

Steve had escaped an abusive relationship with Billy three years ago, fleeing in the middle of the night with his young son, Dustin. Working odd jobs and struggling to get by, Steve catches the eye of music teacher Eddie Munson. But when Steve's dark past crashes back into his life again, will Steve be able to find a reason to stop running?

You Fell, I Caught You -

Rating - T, W/C - 8621

How many ways can a camping trip go wrong? When Steve agrees to take the kids on a short trip, he finds out.

Hopefully, I Won't Wake Up This Time -

Rating - T, W/C - 4029

While everyone moves on around him, Steve finds himself stuck, pushing his friends away and turning to alcohol to cope. Eddie intervenes.

Love Like Ghosts -

Rating - E, W/C - 10,156 (unfinished)

Three months after the main gate opened and Eddie died, Steve is not ok. His bat bites refuse to heal, and his dreams are haunted each night by a shadowy creature. After hearing Eddie's voice, Steve clings to a shred of hope that perhaps he is alive somewhere, and is determined to find him even if it's the last thing he does.

I still think about this fic, it's the only one I haven't been able to finish. I plan to come back to it one day.

Oh Darling, Please Be Mine -

Rating - M, W/C - 56,249

Eddie brings six dumped kittens into the vet clinic Steve works at. Steve falls in love.

I Can Wait For You At The Bottom -

Rating - M, W/C - 57,524

Steve drives to an isolated cabin intending to end it all. He wasn't counting on a desperate boy breaking into the cabin on the same night.

I Need You To See Me For What I Have Become -

Rating - M, W/C - 5604

The car came around the corner both suddenly and in slow motion at the same time.

Steve saw the headlights, registered it approaching at speed, heard the blare of the horn, but it was as if he was watching from far away, not in his body. He stood stock still even as his brain screamed at him to move.

The impact knocked him down, sending him lurching across the surface of the road, skin giving way against asphalt, and suddenly he was in a dry lake bed being dragged across rough ground like a fish on a hook.

My, My, Those Eyes Like Fire -

Rating - M, W/C - 65,433

When Steve and Dustin are captured by King Munson, their home destroyed by his army, Steve fights for their lives in the arena every day. He captures the eye of Prince Edward who is immediately intrigued by Steve's refusal to give in and the sheer fury with which he fights. Edward, whose father had slaughtered Steve's family and burnt his home to the ground.

Edward, who should be his sworn enemy, but may now be his only way to stay alive.

Keep My Hand In Yours -

Rating - M, W/C - 91,714

The entire world fell apart just over a year ago.

Steve's just trying to get by on his own, on a desperate mission to find his best friend.

Enter Eddie Munson.

We Made Universes Out Of Bitten Lips And Broken Hands -

Rating - M, W/C - 52,492 - Still in progress

Steve is working with the Wild Horse Inmate Rehabilitation Program. He's good at his job, exceptional with the horses, and makes sure to keep a healthy detachment from the inmates he works with...

...until Eddie Munson.

Oneshots:

"But You Love Me?"..."Always" -

Rating - T, W/C - 6026

“Oh, I told him not to order the chicken, the dingus…”

When Steve Harrington is struck down by a nasty case of food poisoning, Eddie does his best to take care of him, but ends up calling in backup in the form of Joyce Byers.

We Were Gods, We Were Kids -

Rating - G, W/C - 1595

Steve suffers from migraines.

Luckily for him, he doesn't have to suffer alone anymore.

My Heart Has Changed And My Soul Has Changed -

Rating - T, W/C - 1797

Steve helps Hopper stack firewood at the cabin. The two have a much-needed talk.

I'm Naming The Stars In The Sky After You -

Rating - T, W/C - 2074

In the aftermath of Vecna, Steve is struggling. Eddie looks after him.

But My Heart Is Just A Little Boy -

Rating - T, W/C - 2017

Steve wanted to surprise Eddie by joining in on D&D. Unfortunately, he's struggling with the math involved, and the kids aren't making it any easier.

Found -

Rating - T, W/C - 1787

Steve has been frantically looking for his missing cat for nearly a week, when he receives a voicemail from a stranger.

Knocking Me Out With Those American Thighs -

Rating - T, W/C - 850

Steve sunbathes in the tiniest shorts Hawkins has ever seen. Eddie tries and fails to keep his cool.

The Night Belongs To You -

Rating - T, W/C - 2004

It's the night before Eddie is leaving Hawkins. Things between him and Steve come to a head.

Sip The Sunlight From Your Eyes -

Rating - G, W/C - 706

The whole gang has gathered at Steve's place for a summer BBQ. Part way through, Eddie realizes Steve is missing, and finds him fast asleep in the midday sun.

All Along The Watchtower -

Rating - T, W/C - 1578

In the aftermath of the partial destruction of Hawkins, some of the group find a new home in a bunker outside what’s left of the town.

Steve has the night watch.

I Can't Hide From You Like I Hide From Myself -

Rating - T, W/C - 1535

Both suffering from the flu, Steve and Eddie aren't doing the best. Robin steps in.

Flowers In Your Hair -

Rating - G, W/C - 1250

Eddie enlists some help to find the perfect flowers for Steve. Despite his own insecurities, Eddie is learning that his boyfriend loves soft things.

you told me once that i'm selfish (and i kissed you hard, in the dark) -

Rating - G, W/C - 1452

Steve is used to spending time doing what Eddie wants to do. On a hot summer afternoon, the tables are turned when Steve asks Eddie to go hiking with him and Eddie is...not so thrilled about it.

Under July Stars That Would Glow Like Sparks -

Rating - G, W/C - 1243

At the end of their final summer in Hawkins, Steve and Eddie spend a bittersweet evening catching fireflies with Dustin.

Series:

It Was Always Burning -

Firefighter AU, collection of 65 (so far) oneshots in this universe, some written by floralsunrise. Ratings range G - M.

#stranger things #steddie #steddie fic #my fics

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asexualbert · 2 years

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Finally had the motivation to write something, here's a blurb that came into my brain which I needed to toss out into the void.

There's so much context for this universe and you get none. This takes place like, right in the middle of this AU which I've talked about not at all. Anyway, enjoy.

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"You gotta believe me Mr Batman, sir. I really didn't know, at the time I mean, that they'd been human people and all.

"Didn't much like that they was treating animals like that either but... Job's a job you know. Don't always have much option, an' with my wife back home an' my Millie..."

The man kept talking, but Bruce wasn't paying attention; the begging really wasn't necessary, and his mind had caught on something Hill had said.

They'd been human

Past tense, he'd used. The implication that they no longer were was clear as day.

It should have struck him as wrong, as an ignorant idea but...

His eyes wandered back to the glass behind them, taking in the two children, his miraculously living son and the small boy in his arms, curled up in a pitiful nest of old sheets on the ground.

Taking in his eldest, sitting on the floor, a wide berth between himself and his younger brother, nursing the wound on his forearm.

Bruce caught himself wondering...

Was it true?

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mattodore · 6 months

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found out while putting together matthias's oc page that his name has the exact same etymology and meaning as theo's name...

i’m sure this is information matthias is very normal about…

#theo is in fact a gift from god so jot that down !#river dipping #i've been throwing myself into oc stuff bc i'm not doing hot mentally which is... tbh when i do my best writing 😭#none of this is new tho i wrote the bios and 'at a glance' intros months and months ago when i first made an oc page #which is why i do plan on rewriting them but for now i'm leaving them like this... so i guess the echthroi page is done?#obviously echthroi has more characters than this but i haven't taken new screenshots of everyone yet...#i put the gray cas bg back in my game a few days ago only to completely forget i wanted to take new headshots for the oc page 😭#like these are just placeholders... i want the backgrounds to match the oc page. oh... or maybe i could just do transparent pics?#i think i remember vyx made a post abt how to do that... will look into that when i open the game again. rn i'm at my keyboard 🧑‍💻#like i am writing new things! started a google doc for theo yesterday and have been writing on it here and there since then #i've already cried in there... lmaooo. i like oc pages for sure but i think a huge google doc is what i really need to keep track of things #i drop so much lore in tags on here and it's like! river write that down somewhere else or you'll lose it 😭#like i fr have never actually written down any of the info i've shared on here. i've just had all this oc knowledge stored in my brain.#so i went through and copied over a tonnn of tags and posts i've made into google docs but i just know i'm missing things i've probably #said in the tags of their core tagged posts... 🧍 if my blog didn't have so many posts i'd have an easier time going through it but 🤷#and on top of that i've been making a bunch of posts about theo and matthias on my main acc. which is like 🧍 well great now there's more #i'm gonna lose track of...... i fr have gottt to get into the habit of actually putting things down in theo's google doc!!!#i'm just trying to figure out the best way to format it all but i've downloaded a few templates that i've been messing with.#...anyway. if it isn't obvious i'm trying to get back to posting on here. i'm opening my inbox now with the intent to just.#sit here in my inbox until i can get myself to reply. lads... avpd is actually so torturous i'm not kidding.#i feel like i'm dying trying to get myself to interact with people sometimes even despite how badly i want!!!! to interact!!!#theo and me and our avoidant trauma responses holding hands and skipping around together

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opens-up-4-nobody · 10 months

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#hello to anyone who happens to b interested in the saga of my life... also maybe the irl person i gave my url to... hopefully my blog #didnt freak her out too much lol. anyway so its been a busy week? 2 weeks? month? year? life? its been a lot. my parents helped me move #across the country from the desert to somewhere that's beautiful and green. my dad is so jealous of me lol its so so so pretty and theres s #so much to do. will i do any of it? that remains to be seen but im gonna try to be better about that sort of thing. try to get some help #with the thoughts in my head that keep me from doing and enjoying most things. its weird like im decorating my new room which i love. the #location and living situation seem ideal and i really hope i can stay here all 5 years of my program but i was picking a lot of bright #colors and now it feel uncomfortable. like if i wear things that r too bright or my room is too bright without dark contrast it feel weird #like if im wearing it it kinda makes me feel sick. idk what thats abt. anyway. ill try to heal my brain and im just so happy to b out of the #southwest. i was so so so excited when we were leaving thr city and even more so when we left the state. i cant believe im here. in December #it felt like a million years away and i really truely could not fathom how i was gonna survive that long. my thoughts were so distorted. but #i did and here i am. and in like a month i should b starting my phd program and my parents were telling me how excited ppl r for me and #jealous of where im living and im glad. im glad they're excited. i think i am too but its under a layer of: if i get excited it wont happen #im not allowed to b excited or it wont happen. which is irrational but ya kno. anyway so that's yeah. im so happy to have a fresh start and #the town seems super cool. a liberal blip in a sea of... not that so theyre very visibly pride forward haha and i think itll b way easier #for me to get around without driving. and im gonna try to make friends. i need someone to tell me where to get tattoos haha. so yea im happy #but exhausted and i dont wanna go back to work and so so greatful to my parents for being wonderful ppl idk how bc both of them had fucked #up childhoods. like my mum will say the saddest shit and im like bro this is y i don't wanna talk to my grandma fuck her and my dads parents #r so fucked. like my nana is the reason im so fucking control freaked out but i kno i have issues and she has no insight and thinks shes #better than everyone. anyway hopefully i can get back to drawing a posting more now. ive been drawing it its been in a sketch book #like an actual sketch book for sketching big ideas thst r gonna take fucking forever to draw 😭#so that's all. just uprooted my whole life. thats all. but in a good way :-]#unrelated

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ragnarokhound · 6 months

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"reading under the red hood and it's pretty good i think" - jason todd fan who has only seen the cartoon adaptation of under the red hood

#getting my hands on the comic for utrh is cracking my entire brain open about werewolf fic like you don't understand #the cartoon movie was pretty tight but the comic is more robust. and yall the themes for werewolf fic...they're all coming together #now if only i could write the girls fighting FR I'M TOO SOFT YOU GUYS OTL #i'm just feeling insane over the first confrontation with bruce and how Jason tells him that 'gotham is evil'#and 'you have to fight her where she lives' and 'i live there' LIKE #it's only fueling my crazed impression that the end to Jason's philosophy has only two ends #when he's done what he's set out to do and rid the world of evil by cutting it out (which is futile; blind and toothless etc but details)#either: he changes his philosophy and becomes the very type of villain he hates or he dies himself. because he also deserves death #'i live there' ARE YOU KIDDING ME???#sorry if this is Not News to people or if Jason has had some serious growth vis a vis this entire mindset but like.#I'M INSANE ABOUT IT. I'M CHEWING ON IT FOREVER #and bruce is the wrong person to try to sway Jason off this path. theres way too much baggage too much history too many complicated feeling #but...tim...? >.>#tim i think has enough 'this is not my philosophy this is company policy and i'm the worlds okayest employee' energy to eventually do it #like obviously stuff would need to Happen for it to be possible lol but you guys. this is what made jaytim so tasty to me in the first plac #tim being capable of meeting jason halfway like bruce can't; tim being able to hold the conversation with jason without it collapsing #tim having rebuttals to jason's arguments that might actually get somewhere with him eventually...#i'm not saying it would be fast or easy or even make sense in canon lmao but think there's a lot of fic potential there owo #like tim's vicious streak is something jason would appreciate. :3c #local jaytim fic author rambles about jaytim in the tags once again more at eleven lol anyway #jason todd #dc

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satans-knitwear · 7 months

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Hmmmm... I have very little energy today but I could be tempted into throwing some pretty jewellery on and around my tiddies to make this here Tuesday a bit fancier, I suppose.

#I made myself some chicken noodle soup from scratch again to cure the mental illness.#And cooking a pork joint for the family to have tonight so they don't think I'm pathetic and useless (they never do! My brain is just bad)#I swear i have some pretty dangly jewellery I can hang from my new piercings without changing them somewhere #And if I do that then I should defo put some nails on. Playing with my tiddies is more fun when I can leave pretty lil scratches #I do need to get my lighting situation sorted out tho. My ring light is missing a screw so keeps trying to hit me in the face

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princekirijo · 9 months

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Sorry for the Elden Ring spam this game has just consumed my entire being

#i also can't sleep and apparently my brain thinks scrolling through the er tag is gonna fix that #i am just soooooo obsessed with the game. the lore. the characters. the gameplay. everything #its so annoying too cause like i was making good progress in my other games like dmc5 insomniac spiderman sa2 p5r #<- apologies if this shows up in those tags lol #but nope! every time i think im getting somewhere with them er just pops into my head like hey you wanna play me so bad 😏#the game of all time i need the dlc to come out soon #OH and rip my totk playthrough i havent touched the game since june think i still have botw fatigue tbh #i will get back to it and beat it some day #but for now im just mentally ill over this game 😭#particularly two red headed sword ladies (related they are) and my tarnished oc #“oh cool prince do you have a new elden ring oc thats aweso-” its riku 🚶#always that fucker 🚶#BUT i am thinking of making an actual original er oc #we'll see #but yeah sorry again lol well aware that most of my mutuals prob have no clue wtf im talking about 😭#it will happen again though won't lie this game has me in a god damn chokehold

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isfjmel-phleg · 1 year

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It has not been a productive day, but I did get my homework done before tomorrow's session and didn't lose my composure while writing it (not that there would have been anyone here to see but still), so there's that.

#random personal stuff #there's creative stuff I wanted to write but didn't #and analysis stuff I wanted to do but didn't #my boss says that presenting papers at conventions like the one I'm going to at the end of the month looks good on a resume #and basically implied that I should continue doing it #but I've run out of papers from my grad school days and would have to write new ones #but what would I even write about?#everything I have Thoughts on isn't very academic #I've already presented on something literally no one cares about and that was utterly thankless so probably not a good idea again #if I don't get an award at convention it will be deeply embarrassing #(since there are only four papers including mine in the alumni category)#self-evaluations at work need to be done this week and I'm dreading it #I feel like a barely adequate employee and I'm afraid my boss will criticize me and that I disappoint her #and I have so much to read for looming book groups that I somehow got roped into #I feel like I'm forgetting something somewhere #why did I use to want to be an academic? I'm not even in class and my brain can't keep up #but it's the closest to the only thing I can sort of do #do you ever just...not know what you want to do or be #like at all?#there is literally nothing I want out of life #least of all what I want to be when I grow up #of course a lot of us don't know that yet #but I feel like I should by now #anyway wow sounds like I should probably sleep or something #will I do that? ...eventually?

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deeisace · 8 months

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#wh. um. fuck.#dad's told me about my nan's will #and uh.#the money goes first to my grandad's looking after obviously #but um once he's not around (in a year or two dad says‚ with his alzheimers)#then it's split between the family in percentages ive forgotten - including my mum‚ which is lovely #but basically in two/three years. i could have enough money to buy my own place.#ive no idea what my credit rating looks like in the least but i guess i have that amount of time to find out and sort it out #i imagine it's not very good - i don't have a credit card or anything like that but i haven't used my overdraft since i was at uni #but dad says i could get 60 grand! so if i buy somewhere with 60k up front and the rest as mortgage? right?#i have no clue whatsoever how to do all that stuff or even like how much furniture costs or how to choose a mattress or anything #ive never had anything like that new #so um. yeah. that's. something #i don't know what to do with it or anything. but it's a thing.#for now i need to go back and find a flat my own cs ive got like 6 weeks now to move from this place #and i have to ring the estate agent landlord people to find out if i can just move upstairs or what. cs that'd be my first choice honestly #but um. my brains gone to mush #i knew my grandparents were well-off but i didn't know it was by that much #or that id get such a high percentage - tho that's half what my dad's getting so i guess that makes sense #he says he's gonna buy a boat and go to south america #which sounds bonkers honestly like he's not a sailor whatsoever #but i guess he's a lot more sensible now he's been sober a year than he ever was when i was a kid

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milo-is-rambling · 1 year

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Chronic pain really got me going to bed before it’s even dark out (also my little pink unicorn lights Millie got me look so cool in the second pic)

#my back and shoulder are killing me and I’ve done nothing but smoke weed and stretch and I just hurt so bad #so I’m gonna go to bed and hopefully feel better tomorrow #I work at nine again tomorrow so if anything hopefully going to bed early helps that #I’m excited to sleep hopefully a lot and hopefully really well bc 1) weed. 2) took sleepy cough meds to try and mooch extra pain reliever #out of meds in my cabinet. 3) took a back and muscle pain Aleve (even tho I hate taking pills and it took me like three whole min to get it #down my fucking throat. 4) tired from actually using my brain and anxiety from work tired #5) period tired and chronic pain tired #like guys my brain and my body are both exhausted and the idea of getting up tomorrow and doing any of it again makes me miserable and I did #nothing but sit at a computer for three and a half hours that’s itttttt #like doing two week road-trip then non stop either emotional or physical shit every day until my first day at work #like I’m already setting myself up for this to be the summer of the grind #gonna make a bunch of money (and spend too much and blame it on the summer time and needing a little treat every time I venture out into the #heat or work a day or do anything at all) and then save a bunch all fall winter spring and once it gets colder and I feel like I can handle #my job more I want to focus on how to make moving out happen. like I need to figure out if maybe there’s somewhere I want to live that has #an Office Depot I could transfer to cause office depots are everywhere and maybe that’s an added way for me to figure out where I want to #move #hmmm okay I’m gonna lay in bed on google maps looking at Office Depot locations in New England and I’m just gonna daydream and try to fall #asleep and I’ll look at / add to my Pinterest board of house and apartment inspo #going to think about the future because I want to live !!!!#anyways yeah this is the summer of being miserable and spending all my money on bullshit and daydreaming and disappointing my mother #and also the summer of my weed tolerance doubling forever until I’m back to smoking constantly to the point where I’m making myself sick and #then I’ll get sick of smoking weed for a bit and that’ll lead me into saving money again #or force me into a tolerance break where I stop buying weed #either way I’m going to smoke all summer it’s gonna be weed and sweat and fresh fruit and laying in my room during all of my days off and it #it’s gonna suck and I’m gonna be thinking about my dad the whole time and it’ll be depressing and isolating and lonely and I’ll come out of #the summer recentered and motivated towards big goals again like I always am #and then I’ll crash and burn next spring as always. cycles continue forever thank u seasonal depression.#I want to grow up and mature in the ways I deal with myself my health and advocating for my mental health I feel like I need to grow up a #bit so I hope I do that and it feels good. I hope I make friends and I can daydream about the future every night and my room will smell like #weed and incense and sweat and love and tears and it will be incredible

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somelazyassartist · 1 year

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Sometimes you just don't sleep for 3 days because you're too busy weeping over the fact that a 111 year old mail ship at the bottom of the Atlantic will probably completely erode within your lifetime. for fun

#I've been trying to dig out my books and documentaries and memorabilia since i want to start reading up on it again #this ship was such a huge part of my life for such a long time #(to the point where when meeting new people sometimes my parents had to actively tell me not to bring it up in conversation lol)#because for like 5-6 years of my kid-to-preteen life it was the Big Thing my autistic ass brain latched onto #i managed to find 7 of my books‚ 2 cds‚ a vhs‚ a dvd‚ and two of my postcards to display with my new titanic coal hourglass my mom got me #but I'm sad i haven't managed to find the rest of my collection yet‚ i know i have more books and documentaries and posters and stuff #i know for a fact i didn't get rid of at least most of my collection #but I'll keep an eye out for em #they're bound to be somewhere in my garage‚ i just need to figure out what box they'd be in #but um. yes I'm very emotional about this particular boat and its occupants at the moment #but also i should probably take a nap I've spent the last 3 days pretty much just digging out and reading through my books #i haven't really slept much and i have stuff to do today lmao #I've just been so violently hit with this hyperfixation resurfacing that it's hard to think of much else at the moment lmao

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noxtivagus · 2 years

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SHADOWBRINGERS.... listening to the song again n oh god i love the lyrics so so much we r ignoring the fact that i have to wake up in like less than 4 hours