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miss-spookhead · 19 days

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thinking about a Blast From the Past steddie au tonight. like, think about it for a second--steve as the sweet, well-meaning himbo raised in a fallout shelter and eddie as the cynic who shows him the world as it is:

The year was 1962, and an atomic bomb had just dropped on top of the Harrington household.

Okay, not really. It was actually a fighter jet that suffered a mechanical failure just above the little plot of land the Harringtons called their home, but Walter Harrington took it differently. Far differently.

See, the thing was that the man was living in a state of paranoid delusion over the Cold War--terrified of the possibility of an outright nuclear holocaust over the Cuban Missile Crisis and the Soviet Union. He had been carefully building a fallout shelter under his home for his wife and possible children to live in with the works--canned food, running water, and even a working television.

And one day they went in and simply never left. The explosion right when they closed the door was tangible proof that the nuclear war was happening right above them.

A few years later, around 1968, a baby boy was born in a fallout shelter with no one but his mom and dad to keep him company.

They raised Steve the best they could, even if Walter Harrington was a mad genius and Madeline Harrington was a borderline alcoholic. Even if the boy was living in a perfect little time capsule of the fifties and early sixties. Walter made sure to educate him right and teach him how to be a sociable gentleman--even if he had no idea what swear words or the concept of sex were. That was for another time. Although, twenty-four years came and went for Steve Harrington, his father still owes him 'another time'.

Steve Harrington grows twenty-four years in perfect seclusion, but that changes at the flick of a switch.

The year is 1992: supplies are dwindling Walter is growing sick, and Steve is tasked to bravely set foot in the nuclear fallout to retrieve more material. (The only reason why Walter assumes they can even get more stuff is because he observed the outside world when the shelter unlocked and mistook it as a post-apocalyptic mutant society.)

The moment Steve made it outside his little bubble, he was utterly fascinated by the world--how different the people were outside of his television and his little books, how bright the sky was outside, how the irritable man on the bus wouldn't accept the money he tried to give him, how the bus moved and didn't fling him right off his seat.

(He even saw an adult bookstore. Dad told him that those things were filled with poisonous gas. How were they even to operate if they were filled with poisonous gas? That's dangerous and totally inconsiderate of the general public's safety.)

Anyway, he tries to follow the grocery list that Mom and Dad gave him the best he can, stocking up on poultry and tissue paper and the works. But by the end of the day, he doesn't know where he came from. Not a single sign or building or person can give him a single clue where to go.

After a few hours of wandering, suitcase in hand, he comes across a store with WE BUY BASEBALL CARDS written on the window.

Golly, Steve loves baseball cards--could look at Dad's collection for hours, and with the collection he has, he could make a pretty penny selling them for supplies. Despite the little hobby store being beside an adult bookstore with poisonous gas, he scampers right in.

"I see you're looking to buy baseball cards," he says breezily to the gruff, scary-looking man behind the counter.

"That I am," he replies.

Steve pulls a few from his jacket's inner pocket. "Well, these are a bit old, you see, but I was hoping you still might be interested."

The gruff man yanks them from his hands, a spark in his eye. He looks delighted to see them, and it fills Steve with an excitement he hadn't felt at all today. Nobody has been this happy over something he's done today. "Woah," he gasps, then covers it with a cough. "Mickey Mantle rookie season...how much do you want?"

"I was hoping to sell all of my cards, actually!"

The man sputters incredulously. "All of 'em? Are you fucking with me?"

"I'm not sure what that means, but all I have are hundred-dollar bills and I need something smaller. Like, uh...ones, tens, fives..."

"Tell you what, I'll give you five hundred in small bills for all you got."

Steve smiles brightly. "Oh, that would be wonderful, sir--"

"Five hundred for a case-full of rookie season Mickey Mantles, Rick, are you fucking joking?" A deep voice cuts through Steve's thanks from the other side of the small store. He turns around to find a man leaning against a magazine rack, arms folded sternly.

The man is unlike Steve's ever seen before. Long, long limbs and big brown eyes that look traced with black and smudged around the edges. Pretty lips, too almost girl-ish, in the way they were big and plush like the women he'd see on the television. The strangest thing about him, though, was the curly hair that tumbled past his shoulders.

He looked mad, though. Madder than mad.

"Tell the poor guy you're fucking with him," long-hair-pretty-lips says to the man behind the counter, who bristles.

"Were you raised in a fucking barn, Munson? Who told you to interrupt on business?" Rick counters. Steve was really not appreciating the amount of f-words dropped in the conversation, it was uncouth.

"Sure I was!" Munson saunters towards the counter and Steve's eyes follow him like a moth to a light. "But my morals go past your business practices at this point. You remember the ninth commandment, yeah?"

"You shut your Goddamn mouth--"

"Excuse me sir, but I really don't appreciate how you're using the Lord's name in vain like that," Steve says firmly.

"See?" Munson smiles. It's like sunlight. "He gets it."

He plucks the baseball card from Rick's hand and holds it over his head when he tries to reach for it again. "See this little thing?" He says to Steve sweetly. "This guy costs six grand alone."

"Get out of town! Really?"

"Oh yeah, big guy. Selling the thing would give you a small fortune, and Rick over here is trying to con you out of it."

Steve frowns. "Is that true?" He asks Rick.

"Nothing but," Munson says in place of him. He slips the card back into Steve's hands and gives them a pat.

"The Hell is even keeping you here, Munson?" Rick sneers. "Did the gig you won't shut up about fall through like they usually do? Better to bum it out here than in your shithole apartment? Stop loitering in my damn store and make like a fucking tree. You're banned."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Munson says rolling his eyes. He looks at Steve, then the door, gesturing at it with a flick of his head. "I'll see you out, Beaver."

He walks them both out the door, stopping to gesture at Rick strangely--hands balled into fists with only his middle fingers up--before stepping outside onto the sidewalk.

"Well merci, Monsieur," Steve says appreciatively, because Dad taught him French was always to be used on such occasions.

"What, you're French?"

"Oh no, I'm"--he thinks back to what Dad told him if a mutant asks where he's from. Gosh, he thinks he's supposed to be--"out on business."

"And you don't even have a clue about the little business trick that Rick tried to pull?"

"No...no, I--"

"Yeah, doesn't matter." Munson shrugs. He smiles sympathetically at Steve before turning on his heel and walking off. Oh boy, what would he do without him?

He follows him like a lost puppy, that's what.

"...You going the same way?" Munson asks incredulously. Steve shakes his head.

"Well, I'm following you."

Munson stops in his tracks, blinking, and Steve almost runs into him in his state. "Me?"

"Well yes! Where are we going?"

"We?" Munson asserts. "I'm going back to my shithole apartment, and judging by that jacket you're wearing, you should be taking the next left and hop-skipping straight to the barber college."

"Oh, I'm lost, though."

"Aren't we all?"

"Say, did you just get banned from that hobby store because of me?" Steve says to change the subject.

Munson sighs. "Seems like I did, sailor. The place was shitty anyways, with that dickhead running the operation. Wayne could get better cards from a different joint."

...dickhead? Steve's never heard that leave the seams of anyone's lips before. "Dickhead?"

"Yeah, he's a real fucking loser. A walking talking penis capable of human speech."

Steve gets queasy at the image he's concocted in his head. He leans against the nearest brick wall, his suitcase tumbling to the ground as he drops into a contemplative squat.

"Dude, what is wrong with you?"

"Well, the mental image that I..."

Munson's eyebrows scrunch before he reaches out a hand to Steve. He takes it, letting the man haul him upward. "Look, man, where'd you park your car?"

"I came by bus."

"Aren't you full of surprises."

"I am?"

"Okay look." Eddie raises his hands, palms splayed in the air. "It's your first time in Los Angeles, right? Everyone wants a taste of it, I know, and you're out for business and fucking famished. You got the opportunity to see the great big world outside of your little bubble and you got excited--but you took a bus and got mixed up in the middle of San Fernando Valley without a clue in the world. Am I correct?"

Steve listens in wonderment. So far, Munson's been correct in a way. He's convinced he might be psychic. He nods slowly and seriously just to see Munson flash that lighting-strike smile.

"Great, great. Which brings us to here. Correct again?"

"Oh yeah."

"Where are you staying?"

Nowhere, at the moment. Steve opens his mouth to say so, but Munson interrupts quickly. "Holiday Inn?"

"Yes, the Holiday Inn!" Steve says totally truthfully.

"Okay, cool. Cool." Munson claps his hands together with finality and starts walking. "The nearest bus station is a couple of blocks away if you take a right--"

"Don't you have a car?"

Munson stops in his tracks again. He turns to face Steve once again. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

Something warm pools in Steve's gut at the pet name. Something about the way those pretty lips form that word sends blood rushing to his cheeks. "Steve," he says.

"Alright, Steve." Oh boy, his name sounds even better when Munson says it. "Rule number one in Los Angeles? Never let a stranger drive you anywhere."

"If it makes you feel any better," Steve says sweetly, "I don't have a gun."

Munson pales, then starts running.

"Hey!" Steve cries and makes haste to follow him. "I must've said something wrong, please forgive me!"

"Nope, nope--get the fuck away from me, man!"

He grabs Munson's wrist to pull him back, which is a bad move since the man starts writhing around in his grip. "I'm not going to hurt you, sir!"

Steve drops Munson's hand and raises his in surrender. "See?"

"...Just let me get to my car."

"I'll give you a Rogers Hornsby if you take me to my hotel," Steve reasons.

Munson stills. "...That's like four grand, don't bullshit me."

He pulls the card from his jacket and presents it as evidence. "See? I was holding it back." He wants Munson to feel safe. "I got two." He reaches for the other cards in his pockets and pulls them out. "And-and all these other ones, too!"

"Okay, okay. You'll give me four thousand dollars if I drive you to your place?"

"Uh-uh!"

"That's it?"

"Yep."

"And I don't have to give you a quickie in the backseat or anything?"

"Yes sir--wait, what?"

Munson blows past his question like it didn't even leave Steve's mouth. "Can you stop with the sir crap?"

"Well, I'm sorry, sir--"

"My name is Eddie."

Eddie...Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Wow, what a name. It's almost like something he's heard on the television.

"Why, it's nice to meet you, Eddie."

"Tolerable to meet you too, Steve."

Steve smiles shyly, then asks, "So are you a girl?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well it's just your hair...it's so long." Steve points at his as an example. "I've never seen anything like it before."

"Dude, it's 1992, every other guy looks like this--have you been living under a rock or something?"

Something like that. Steve shrugs.

"Well guys having long hair doesn't mean that they're girls, Steve, that's a given. It's not 1962 anymore." Eddie backtracks. "Well, I mean, dudes can have long hair and be chicks and chicks can be dudes too but that's not--"

"Oh, wow, my dad told me about one of those the last time he went here!"

"Oh that's fantastic, sweetheart," Eddie says, sugary-sweet. "But how about I drive you home?"

"That'd be a pleasure, Eddie."

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merrunzs · 2 months

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thing i may or may not finish yayyy . theyre shittalking in infernal <3

#trying a fun new thing where i post incomplete art bc i have complexes about showing my wips i wanna get over . ref'd frm that 1 leyendecker #alSO I KNOW THE GAUNTLET IS ON THE WRONG HAND BTW. head in hands realised halfway thru the lineart #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #lord enver gortash #enver gortash #the dark urge #durge #durge oc #durgetash #<- /p or /r thog dont care. they are an enigma #oc: temerity anchev #r: solar eclipse #sunny speaks #sunny draws

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simplegenius042 · 20 days

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Music Monday

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @softtidesworld @direwombat @starsandskies @strafethesesinners @strangefable @corvosattano @carlosoliveiraa @cloudofbutterflies92 @cassietrn @voidika @onehornedbeast @adelaidedrubman @nightbloodbix @aceghosts @turbo-virgins @minilev @g0dspeeed @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @titiagls @derelictheretic @afarcryfrommymain @megraen @shallow-gravy @softtidesworld @snake-in-the-garden @wrathfulrook @shellibisshe @chazz-anova @purplehairsecretlair @florbelles @inafieldofdaisies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @skoll-sun-eater @thewanderer-000 and @yokobai

Hey guys, I'm back! Three songs; one for an OC, one for a relationship between OCs, and lastly one for a fic. Respectively all in Life, Despair & Monsters, The UnTitledverse and lastly Far Cry The Silver Chronicles. Listen and read under the cut:

In the Life, Despair & Monsters, Sir Enigma Malvolio is the main antagonist who is the catalyst of the protagonists pain and the reason to why events such as these are existing. Though seemingly looking like a short human, Malvolio is actually what's called a "Displacement"; a term used for creatures from unknown and not categorized dimensions which "displace" themselves into another reality by using Breaches (tears in reality due to unstable flux of time or because something damaged reality previously). As the Director of the Ruins of the Midnight Rise, Malvolio is driven by the need to "evolve" humans, who he sees as the pinnacle of potential to become something more, however is willfully ignorant of the "weaker" side of human nature and only believes that his twisted view on how to progress humans to a satisfying state is the correct way. By horrifically experimenting on them and attempting to remove empathy and physical weakness, he merely leaves them scarred for life and often mutilated or transformed into something else. Malvolio's view on human morality and ethics is disdain towards these "rules that set back scientific and evolutionary progression for decades more" and ultimately concludes "humans are better off without them", and due to his interdimensional nature and consequence "dog who must progress to using sticks and stones in order to eat other dog so he can survive and teach more dogs this progression to further the species" viewpoint, Malvolio can never empathise or realise how wrong his extreme actions are. However, in this song, there is the implication that Malvolio has begun to enjoy creating this horrific despair on humans. Listen below:

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"I've got to hand it to you You've played by all the same rules It takes the truth to fool me And now you've made me angry

I can't decide whether you should live or die Oh, you'll probably go to Heaven Please don't hang your head and cry No wonder why my heart feels dead inside It's cold and hard and petrified Lock the doors and close the blinds We're going for a ride

Oh, I could throw you in the lake Or feed you poisoned birthday cake I won't deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone Oh, I could bury you alive But you might crawl out with a knife And kill me when I'm sleeping, that's why..."

Next song is for The UnTitledverse, specifically the friendship between The Perfect Storm saga's three main protagonists; Joaquin Cobalt (a rather ordinary boy who lived with his foster/adopted-sister), Calvin Dearing (the spirit of a cartoonist from the 1930s) and lastly Mario Emmet (a shapeshifting meat-eating alien with minor reality-manipulation). Before the events of The Perfect Storm saga (and getting sucked into the Multiverse), Joaquin, Calvin and Mario knew each other. Joaquin viewed Calvin and Mario as older siblings (like Lisa), while Calvin and Mario viewed each other as friends (who have similar experiences with losing time from their lives). By the time of The UnTitledverse, Calvin is trying to search for both Mario and Joaquin, get them back home, and though the three dearly miss each other, they still have issues (both external and internal) that they must deal with. I believe Colors encapsulates the emotion felt throughout this journey of breaking friendship, regret, longing, restoration of a fire-forged bond and the bittersweet leaning towards melancholy at the end of the first saga. Listen below:

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"Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so You said your mother only smiled on her TV show You're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope I hope you make it to the day your 28 year old

You're dripping like a saturated sunrise You're spilling like an overflowing sink You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink

Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans And now I'm covered in the colors Pulled apart at the seems And it's blue And it's blue

Everything is grey His hair, his smoke, his dreams And now he's so devoid of color he don't know what it means And he's blue And he's blue

You were a vision in the morning when the light came through I know I've only felt religion when I've lied with you He said, "You'll never be forgiven till your boys are too." And I'm still waking every morning but it's not with you.

You're dripping like a saturated sunrise You're spilling like an overflowing sink You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink

Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans And now I'm covered in the colors Pulled apart at the seems And it's blue And it's blue

Everything is grey His hair, his smoke, his dreams And now he's so devoid of color he don't know what it means And he's blue And he's blue

You were red And you liked me 'cause I was blue But you touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky And you decided purple just wasn't for you

Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans And now I'm covered in the colors Pulled apart at the seems And it's blue And it's blue

Everything is grey His hair, his smoke, his dreams And now he's so devoid of color he don't know what it means And he's blue And he's blue

Everything is blue Everything is blue Everything is blue Everything is blue."

And lastly a song for my AU adaption fic of Six Of Crows called How Good Is A Heist If It's Improvised? in Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, where in a (pre-)modern day equivalent of the fictional Ketterdam (which would be the Netherlands), the Dregs pick up two more strays; the chatty and (seemingly) crass Isiah Popov and the curt if menacing Gemini Teal, both of whom have a dislike for each other. In this fic, Isiah and Gemini (future companions of Silva and Ezekiel in the Far Cry 5 & New Dawn fics) learn to navigate robbing people without trying to kill one another and let the whole team down (despite being slightly older than the teen team), and appreciate the skills both have without snide comebacks, and eventually grow into vitriolic best buds while trying to survive a ridiculously unlucky heist. Song below:

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"Sorry, I ain't got no money I'm not trying to be funny But I left it all at home today

You can call me what you wanna I ain't giving you a dollar This time I ain't gonna run away

You might knock me down You might knock me down But I will get back again

You can call me what you wanna I ain't giving you a dollar This time I ain't gonna run away Run away, run away

This time, this time This time, this time I ain't gonna Run, run, run, run Not this time

Not this time Not this time Not this time!"

#music monday #life despair & monsters #oc: sir enigma malvolio #the untitledverse #the perfect storm saga #oc: joaquin cobalt #oc: calvin dearing #oc: mario emmet #far cry the silver chronicles #six of crows #grishaverse #the dregs #wip: how good is a heist if it's improvised?#oc: isiah popov #oc: gemini teal

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waterdeers · 9 months

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some fhr sketches

#my art #fallen hero #fhr #sidestep #anne chatel #fallen hero rebirth #fhr sidestep #fallen hero retribution #wip #the enigma

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locusfandomtime · 8 months

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I’m aware iceberg memes are somewhat out of fashion and I’m sure somebody has done this before but, I like Hermitcraft and theories are my favourite part of any fandom, so I decided to make one.

Still a WIP though! I am actively looking for suggestions and weird facts and theories to add! If you think something should be moved up/down, let me know too. Particularly looking for suggestions for the lower tiers and of things from seasons pre S6 (as that’s when I started watching)

As a note, I’m only including lore/theories directly from the HC universe. So meta stuff (e.g. Mumbo’s redstone started an irl fire) isn’t going in here, or fandom stuff (e.g. watcher!Grian). I decided the tiers based on 1) how well known the thing is (with things from more recent seasons/more popular hermits being higher up) and 2) how insane and weird and complex the topic is. The last tier is going to be for those real insane stretch theories, but currently I only have my own.

#if anyone wants something explained just rb or comment and I’ll reply #as said. PLEASE give suggestions and critiques this is a WIP!#hermitcraft #locus fandom time #iceberg chart #Joe hills is his own category because everything he does is an enigma and half the things here would be him otherwise #that said if something he has done is EXTRA weird let me know I’ll add it #Joe is 2nd category not first because of that one tumblr guy who didn’t know Joe Hills was a real person #hermitblr

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turbo-tsundere · 1 year

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Last Sentence Tag Game: Write the latest line from your wip (or post where you last left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

I was tagged by @honeysucklebuttons! <3

Hmmmm, I’m not a writer, but I think anyone tagging me would propably expect drawings anyway + the rules seem to allow it - so I’ll toss the most recent sketch I have. I drew it shortly after making that post about how the mysterious “Master Detective nr 3″ from Rain Code looks like a saigoku lovechild. x’D

Here it is:

Basically, I had some silly ideas themed around family vacations, and this is one of them. XD

Sfx aren’t exactly a “line” - but it’s something, and there’s 2 of them. So I’m tagging @hydrangeatattoo and @drowsie341 if that’s okay - but feel free to ignore it!

#gonta gokuhara #gokuhara gonta #shuichi saihara #saihara shuichi #saigoku #danganronpa #v3 #master detective 3 #tag game #my art #oh my god somebody tagged me 8O #it hasn't happened in like... years!#propably doesn't help I'm not exactly outgoing dasjhgdasjh but #<333 thank you!#but sneaky sneaky and I'm happy about it! I get a nice excuse to post smth I would be too shy to on my own :D #or at least it'd be months before I got around finishing and posting it in a form that i think is good enough #anyway I hope this is acceptable for the tag game #technically I do have an unfinished ficlet that will be posted with a fanart + notes for ideas etc. - but none of that is most recent wips #side note #this wolf-hat detective guy better won't be a nasty jerk or I will rue drawing him! xDDD it's a gamble if the character is complete enigma #I'm calling him San for now bc his image was named 'Master Detective 3' in one of the articles I've read and san is 3 in japanese XD #it's convieniently leads to some son or son goku(hara) puns xD #edit: NOW WE NOW HIS NAME SO IMMA EDIT IT IN #Zilch Alexander #:D

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howtodrawyourdragon · 1 month

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WIP Wednesday

From the third chapter of Enigma:

“I’m only going to say it once; hand over the firestarter and we won’t have to hurt you.” At Dagur’s threat, Hiccup can’t help but take a step back, uncertainty fills him. He’s going to hurt someone just to get to him? Astrid seems so much more confident than he feels. She stands there between them, ready to face a confrontation neither were prepared for. “Uh, Astrid, maybe we should leave,” he suggests. He has no idea what that witch might be capable of and he doesn’t want to be on the receiving end of what appears to be a medieval battle axe that’s been imbued by her magic. Astrid spins her head so fast in his direction that she’s dizzy. She can’t remember telling him her name. “Leaving? You? She can go, I have no use for her, but you? You’re mine!” Dagur growls dangerously, narrowing his eyes and flipping the axe. The head would’ve glinted in the sunlight if the sky wasn’t overcast.

#it's been fun writing this fic so far #wip wednesday #enigma

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mysticscorpia · 3 months

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Meet cute?? 😍😍

Hello!!

It's been so long since I started this one, hehe, but here's a snipit!

“Will you stop it? I told you that I don’t want to go to College right now,” Christine gritted her teeth. “Christine, isn’t this your dream? I want you to follow it, the conservatoire won’t wait forever – take your chance, find your place!” She shook her head vehemently, trying to stop the frustration leak from her eyes, “Don’t talk about me, when my priority is you, Dad,” “Christine – let’s talk about this –“ “I’m late,” she snapped, and wiping her nose with the back of her hand, and cursed for the fifth time that day for allowing the tissues to run down. “Christine!” The door slammed shut. Striding down the path, trying in vain to look like a normal stranger in passing, without eyes that had gone puffy or the hay fever working a frenzy at her nose, the voices in her head crowding her, with anxiety, the fears that plagued, and God, wouldn’t it be nice just to stop? And to top it off, she was running late to see Meg. Meg, who was the singular most stable person she’d met beside Raoul. The one who’d picked up the pieces when Dad had passed out for seventh time and had gone with her to the waiting rooms. All the waiting rooms, and when the doctor rattled off the descriptions of the different anti-depressant meds, for her, for Dad, because there was little to disguise the struggle that they both felt.

Okay, I really wish I had the rest of the plot down because I'm actually tempted to continue to write this 😂

My main guess is that she bumps into Erik somehow

#Enigma writes #Enigma's WIPs #Enigma answers

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absent-enigma · 25 days

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The desire to write more mothman horror fic is warring with finally beginning to poke at current wips (realized the killer x male oc fic has a chapter nearly edited-for fun I might get that up).

But inspiration returning for other already up wips is good and so is any writing after all the burn out

#absent enigma talks #help my poor mind can’t settle #ahhhhh #undertale au fics #the wip inspiration is returning slowly

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esosazuwawrites · 1 year

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WRITEBLR RE-INTRO

Hello beautiful people of Tumblr! It’s me Yejide again! You might’ve been wondering where my account went, and it’s because I accidentally deleted it all! I was trying to delete a blog I accidentally created and then I didn’t realize I was deleting my entire account, so after my mental breakdown I’m here now. I’m doing a re-introduction to those who know me and don’t. I’m going to try to rebuild this account as much as I can and store four years of memories here!

About Me:

My name is Yejide, but I go by Yeji or 'Your Mutual'. I'm a minor and Nigerian-Canadian. My pronouns are she/her.

My interests are writing (obvs), dancing/performing, reading, playing music, watching cartoons, watching YouTube, creating long Twitter threads and listening to k-pop. I am a student at some random-ass high school in Canada.

About My Writing:

I've been on writeblr for about three years, but since I accidentally deleted my account, there's no proof of this, so take this as you will. I love being in a community with other writers, so PLEASE tag me in tag games and talk about your WIPS with me!

My favourite genres to write are speculative fiction and contemporary fiction. I'll dabble in mystery or historical fiction once in a while.

I currently work (volunteer) at two online publications, so I'm excited to get literary experience and work with other writers.

My top two current WIPS are The Order of the Key (science-fantasy) and You and Me [Plus Everyone in Between Us] (contemporary). (reintroductions coming soon!)

I have a young adult, sci-fi/cyberpunk series called Rogue that's currently published online! It's about a girl and her friends who try to prove themselves to the gaming world in a virtual reality competition. However, must now defeat a deadly hacker who plans to merge reality and virtual reality.

I'll be making more posts in the future!

You can read my sci-fi duology Rogue HERE!

GENERAL TAGLIST (ask to be +/-; I’m just tagging people I’d consider to be mutuals of some sort)

@cryptid-s-wips @stardustspiral @leadhelmetcosmonaut @apocalypsewriters @stormharbors @littleredhatwriting @the-orangeauthor @emelkae @sleepyowlwrites @ashen-crest @alvfr @drbibliophile @lunarmoment @raevenlywrites @thatprolificauthor @muddshadow @violetliddell @shiloh-is-typing and everyone else who wants to join! (No pressure on those tagged)

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jeonghoneyss · 10 months

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things have been crazy busy but i've finally managed to sit down and do a bit of writing and guess what! i've somehow spawned a whole new wip!

#my wip count is insane now they're genuinely tell tale hearting under the floorboards #sometimes i think i might never write everything i want to write #well. that's just a fact i will never have the time to write 3028434 things #but still #this newest one is a very odd junhao where junhui thinks a lot about xu minghao the enigma and they also dive a bit and the sea almost--#kills them #i don't even really know what's going on tbh. oh well

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babesareblue · 2 years

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:) wip

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Music Monday

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Songs for Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore. Music below the cut.

Vega, my Fallout 76 OC, is one of the "Residents" of Vault 76. Originally a settlement planner, she is now on a quest of revenge against the other residents of Vault 76 for "wrongfully" leaving her behind in the vault. Truthfully nobody wanted to deal with her bullshit and didn't want to wait on her when they had a job they'd been waiting 25 years to do, so they left her to sleep in (because she had a bit wee too much to drink during the night of Reclamation Day), thinking she'd catch up to them later. Vega did not take it likely. She also has a particularly concerning obsession with Vault 76's Overseer, viewing the older woman as her rival (even if the Overseer views Vega as merely a minor annoyance at best and always poking holes in Vega's delusions). This song pretty much sums up Vega's POV regarding the Overseer (and her fellow Vault 76's Residents).

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"Oh, wherever you go You know I will follow you You know I will run to you Oh, the sun and the moon It don't matter what you do You know I will run to you

Can't believe in all this time I'm hurting for you But you feel like hold down The love you give it lift's so high I'm dying for it I'm dying for it And I can't let you go

Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me Or you'll lose, or you'll lose Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me Or you'll lose, or you'll lose

If you hide away I'll hunt you down And follow you to the end of the Earth My heart beats with yours My lungs breathe with yours You're a piece of me I can't hide away

Oh, I'm under your spell I'm making and I'm fading And nobody can see I'm your heartbeat You're part of me

Can't believe in all this time I'm hurting for you But you feel like hold down The love you give it lift's so high I'm dying for it I'm dying for it And I can't let you go

Have a lovely ship song between Mercy Omar-Seed and Carmina Rye (the former is the daughter of Silva Omar and Faith Seed, the latter the daughter of Nick and Kim Rye). While Old Dusk (the WIP of the New Dawn arc) can be quite bleak (not as bleak as Silva's Hope though) due to the circumstances, this relationship is one of the most heartwarming highlights that I've been developing.

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"Let's go below zero and hide from the sun I'll love you forever where we'll have some fun Yes, let's hit the North Pole and live happily Please don't cry no tears now, it's Christmas, baby

My snowman and me, hey My snowman and me Baby

Don't cry snowman, don't you fear the sun Who'll carry me without legs to run, honey? Without legs to run, honey? Don't cry snowman, don't you shed a tear Who'll hear my secrets if you don't have ears, baby? If you don't have ears, baby?

I want you to know that I'm never leaving Because I'm Mrs. Snow, 'til death we'll be freezing Yeah, you are my home, my home for all seasons So come on let's go."

Imagine being amongst a group of individuals who have been brutally mutilated, experimented on or in general fucked over by the same short dude who's not only from another dimension and can travel through it to other worlds, but also runs a cult-like science organization dead-set on ruining humanity's life to help them "evolve" and laugh at their despair... well, that's the crux of Life, Despair & Monsters, a group of individuals, some of whom sure weren't the greatest (but still didn't deserve what happened to them), whose lives were negatively and irreversibly impacted by that of one Sir Enigma Malvolio and his Ruins of the Midnight Rise. All because he wanted to see how humans could cope with erratically spontaneous and disastrous change to their livelihoods.

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"You say I'm craving hope in this darkness You say I'm just a joke, just a joke

Shivers my spine so much Swimming in the river styx too much They try to let go of us But the truth is... Once you're in then You're one of us

Truth is... Once you're in then You're one of us One of us Truth is once you're in then You're one of us

My darling in fire My darling rolls in fire You liar You say my darling rolls in fire, in fire You say my darling burns in fire You're a liar."

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