#also fuck KA

[kennnnnnna]

why are they making these girls go up a fucking flight of stairs after 90+ and pks???

#like i KNOW they are tired #also fuck KA #just so its on record #uswnt #she believes cup #also i mean girls as in girlies not demeaning

[heartorbit]

start remembering ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

#his whimsical ass is not remembering #i didnt realize it's 8/8. i fucking forgot. hwlp #project sekai #pjsk #prsk #proseka #tsukasa tenma #^_^ #congratulations to me for drawing something without emu for the firsst time in um a month even as agag #My commitment to the bit #I WANT TO DRAW THINGS FROM THE WXS CONNECT LIVE REALLY BAD. BUT. MYTUMYM HURTS #i really wanted to draw in general today but cramps rnso bad and painkilelrs so i already had this as a sketch so i just colored it #and gifded it #i also rewatched ummmm all of mado/ka for no reasom. Wheee #im gonna be out of commission all of today too so i hope somebodys uplaoded the 2nd and 3rd showings of the wxs live on yt or something #i wanna watch them .... clowns give me strength #lately ive been obsessed with this emoji combination -> 🎺🦐 #idk i noticed that the shrimps head lines up with the trumpet so now she's playing it. bwaaaaah. #goodngiht

[fastcardotmp3]

“Fuck ‘till death do we part,” Steve presses their foreheads together hard enough to feel the wrinkle in between Steve’s brow, “we’re long past that, baby.” 

Eddie laughs a watery, startled sound from deep inside of him, stale around the edges but true in nature just like the rest of it. 

“‘Till afterdeath,” he grins, the slip of tears down his cheeks transferring onto Steve’s when he kisses the corner of his mouth, nuzzling in so, impossibly close.

» sequel fic to METAMORPHOSES  » rated E | 7.9k words | steddie

read 'TILL AFTERDEATH on ao3

#dot fic #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #kas!eddie #metamorphoses fic #meta fic #a little slice of life for you!!! they talk about marriage as a concept and fuck about it what else would you want mwah #thank you forever to anyone who has ever offered this universe their time i am kissing you on the mouth and also weeping

[finntheehumaneater]

Hello! For the angsty-ish prompts, maybe “Didn’t you see what I did?!” and Steddie? (Or another pairing, should the mood strike you!)

Hallo!! So…I maybe saw your ask and got super fucking excited…and possibly wrote this way too fast. It turned out to be longer than I expected, and went in a totally different direction than I had planned, but…here it is!!

(I didn’t read this over, so apologies for any mistakes lmao)

angst prompt list | hurt/comfort prompt list (for people who don’t like angst :D) {more about the asks in my pinned post}

CW: some gorey description used in a metaphorical sense (blood, bones, guts, ripping skin, etc.)

Sometimes relationships weren’t meant to last—“we’re family” lost its meaning to him over time—and that made Eddie want to claw out his bones, hands shaking and blood everywhere so that he could die in peace and not have to worry about pushing anyone away again. He pushed away his mom, and then he never got the chance to get her back. He let his dad do he pushing for him, because he was so fucking tired all the time—came out of that with scars and bruises and a deep cut that ran down his chest, carved open and horrible. No one sales could see it but him. Sometimes it wasn’t there. But it still felt like it. In a way, his dad still had pieces of him that Eddie would never get back.

He pushed his uncle away at first, snapped at him and yelled and threw things, because he was a kid and he was angry, but Wayne was stubborn and just held Eddie as he kicked and screamed and sobbed. And Eddie loved Wayne. He was more of a dad to him than his real one had been. He never forced Eddie to do anything he didn’t want to, and Eddie only finished high school because he didn’t want Wayne to feel disappointed. Like Wayne would ever be disappointed in Eddie. He didn’t make Eddie talk to the neighbors or go out and do things—but Eddie did those anyway, sometimes, to just give Wayne a break.

And the trailer was nice, until they lost it in ‘86. When Eddie’s broken body made it back, more ruined than it had ever been. He had woken up in a hospital bed, wires stuck into him with needles and a blue hospital gown covering him. There was no one with him. He was alone. It’s not like he expected anyone to be there, but maybe Wayne waiting for him to wake up would have been nice. And it hadn’t been a slow kind of waking up like he had seen in movies—blinking up at the ceiling and trying to remember where you were—it had been the fast kind of waking up, like the one you would have after a nightmare. He was upright in a second, sobbing before he could even breathe in.

A nurse came in shortly after and got him to lay down for a while. He asked where his uncle was, and she told him that no one was allowed to visit. She said she was surprised that they hadn’t handcuffed him to the bed, and her voice sounded bitter, like she wouldn’t have liked it if they had.

After a few hours, she had him sit up, and she untied the back of the hospital gown, sliding the blue-and-white dotted fabric off of his shoulders to look at his chest. And Eddie couldn’t really look down all that well, so he just let his head drop as gently as he could, chin pressed to his chest. And he didn’t know why it made him cry so hard to see a line down the front, all stitched up with a thin line of blood leaking down the middle. But maybe it was because the nurse seemed to notice it. Maybe because it made him think of his dad. Maybe it was because it just made everything feel more real.

Some of the stitches were torn—probably because Eddie refused to stay still, all of his body feeling like it was itching and squirming and twisting in ways that hurt—so the nurse fixed them and then gave him a hug. He didn’t know that nurses could do that. He had been in the hospital loads of times as a kid. For when he “tripped down the stairs” or “fell out of bed” or “fell off of his bike”. He didn’t even have a bike until he moved in with Wayne. And whenever he cried, then, the nurses would just look at him like it was an inconvenience for them, and his dad would tell him to shut up so that they could finish up and get out of there. He was eight. That wasn’t fair.

After a little while, Wayne was allowed to come in. And he didn’t say anything at first. Just sat next to Eddie and held his hand while Eddie bit the inside of his cheek until it bled. He didn’t want to cry anymore, but he knew he was going to.

Wayne couldn’t stay forever, because he still had to work. The government hush-money was fine, but they needed that to afford the apartment Wayne had found just outside of Hawkins, so everything else came from his job. When Wayne couldn’t be there, Eddie was alone. 

Until Steve Harrington started showing up. Honestly, it was a miracle that the fucking armed guards outside let Steve in, seeing as they weren’t family—barely even friends—but Eddie knew why. Before Steve started showing up, Eddie would talk to the guards. It was more like yelling through the locked door to them, just trying to keep himself busy so that he didn’t break down again, like he so often did. And he’d just talk about anything and everything to them, even though he knew it pissed them off. He kind of did it because it pissed them off.

So having Steve in there with him meant that he would stop bothering the guards. And Steve was mostly quiet, but he would tell Eddie what the kids were up to, and how his neighbor—Max

Mayfield—was up to. She was a good kid, he thought. The two of them had never really introduced themselves to each other, but sometimes Wayne would have Max over for dinner when her mom would go out drinking. That was rare, though, because Ms. Mayfield mostly stayed home to drink. And there were times when Max didn’t want to be home, so Eddie would take the couch and let her sleep in his room for the night until she felt safe enough to go back home. And Ms. Mayfield wasn’t like how Eddie’s dad had been, but she scared Max in a different way. No kid should have to see their parent passed out on the couch that often. 

She was in some kind of coma, according to Steve, but she was getting better. He said she opened her eyes a few times, but that didn’t really mean anything, and he knew it. Eddie tried his hardest not to cry when Steve was around, because the first time he had done it, Steve had panicked and looked uncomfortable. He knew it was because Steve had been tired and Eddie had just burst into tears suddenly when one of the IV wires tugged too hard as he moved his arm—but Eddie still felt bad.

Sometimes it happened, and he would wait until Steve was leaving the room to curl up into the bed as best as he could and just cry. And sometimes Steve would turn around and come back to sit with him, to hold his hand and just let him cry for as long as he needed, but most times Steve would leave and Eddie would be alone again.

Steve was there a lot for him when Wayne couldn’t be. And Wayne was trying his hardest, but his boss was strict and he wasn’t allowed to leave early or call in sick. Steve was there when Eddie had to try walking for the first time in three months. Steve was there when Eddie had to start doing Physical Therapy a few times a week. And Steve was there when Eddie had been discharged. 

Steve took him to his house, and not to Wayne’s apartment, because Eddie wasn’t really over losing the trailer yet. He let Eddie sleep in the guest bedroom, but they ended up sleeping in the same bed when Eddie’ hobbled over to Steve’s room to lay with him after Steve woke up screaming. Eddie didn’t really have nightmares all that much, because he thought about the shit they had been through all too often, but Steve seemed to try and push those thoughts away.

Eddie woke up with Steve curled into his side, his face pressed against Eddie’s arm, one hand curled across Eddie’s chest and into his hair—over the scar down Eddie’s front that still felt like it was bleeding all the time, even though it was closed. And for a minute, Eddie felt a little safer, turning as best as he could to wrap his arms back around Steve, nose pressed into his hair as he just tried to breathe and go back to sleep.

When they woke up, Steve moved away and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, trying to pry Eddie off of him as gently as he could, because Eddie was still half-asleep and his limbs felt stiff and imoblile. He made fun of Eddie a bit for hugging him in his sleep, before he went down to make food, but Eddie didn’t mind.

He got up and tugged on one of Steve’s t-shirts that he found, before putting back sweatpants from the day before—because Steve had told him he couldn’t wear his jeans until his legs were a bit better, in case they hurt him. Eddie didn’t think that would happen, but the sweatpants were easier to move in considering how stiff his legs always felt. And if it made Steve happy, he’d do it.

He limped down the stairs, nearly slipping—which had happened before—but he caught himself on the railing and went down the straits slower until he was on flat ground and could hold onto the wall better until he got to the kitchen. 

Steve had his back turned to him, looking through the refrigerator for bread to make toast, because Eddie was one of the pickiest eaters alive, and was tired of the off-brand cereal he got to eat at the hospital. Eddie struggled to pull himself up onto the counter for a moment, and when he got up there, one of the knobs from the cabinet was digging into his spine—but being up there made him feel taller than Steve, so he stayed.

Steve turned around with the bread, doing a little spin that made Eddie laugh—before Steve saw Eddie and let out a strangled scream, throwing the bread bag near him. 

Eddie leaned forward and caught it, smiling to himself. “Morning.”

“Jesus Christ…” Steve breathed, sighing and running his hands down his face, his cheeks flushed as he snatched the bread back and walked over to the toaster.

“Nope. Just Eddie,” Eddie muttered, grinning, but he didn’t really feel happy. Because after this , he was going to be leaving, and then he was probably going to avoid Steve. But he might not have to, because why would Steve want to see him after this, anyways? It was just pity. 

Still, Eddie couldn’t help but ask the question that had been gnawing on the back of his mind like some kind of rabid dog. He cleared his throat and looked down, feeling the tears burn in his eyes even though he hadn’t said anything yet. “Why did you let me stay?”

“Hm?” Steve hummed, and it sounded absentminded, like he wasn’t really listening as he put the bread into the toaster and pulled the switch down until it clicked.

“Steve?,” Eddie tried again, and this time Steve turned around. Eddie looked up, and fuck, Steve was looking at him with those eyes again—all concerned and pitiful. And Eddie wanted to rip himself open, peel back his skin and show Steve all of his damaged parts—all of the pieces that he didn’t show anybody else. But he didn’t. He just swallowed and asked again, “Why haven’t you left yet?”

Steve tilted his head to the side, stepping between Eddie’s knees and placing his hands on Eddie’s thighs in such a casual way that Eddie wanted to scream. “I mean…you’re in my house.”

“You know what I mean,” Eddie muttered, his face burning red as he looked away, vaguely feeling a few tears slip down his cheeks. “Don’t avoid the truth, man, I know this is all just fucking pity.”

“Eddie—“ Steve started, his voice sounding hurt as his eyebrows creased in concern, hands reaching up to touch Eddie’s face. Eddie flinched away, the knob on the cabinet pressing even harder into his spine. 

“Didn’t you see what I did? With the fucking kids? Why do you think I didn’t let any of them come and see me after the charges were fucking lifted?” Eddie choked out, words biting around the broken sob that he was desperately trying to hold in, because Steve didn’t need to pity him any more than he already had. “I’m a fuck-up! Everyone leaves! And if people don’t do it on their own, I fucking push them away! I’m not—“

Steve tugged Eddie into a hug, pulling him down until his face was pressed into Steve’s shoulder. There was a hand wrapped around his waist, one in his hair.

“Stop it,” Steve whispered, his voice soft. “You’re not a fuck-up. Don’t say that.”

“I am,” Eddie muttered, his voice sounding wet and broken and childish. “I am.”

“I don’t care, then. I don’t care if you’re a fuck-up, okay? I’m staying, and I’m going to help you get better. Because I care about you. Not whatever shitty things you’ve done, Eddie.” His words were quiet, but Eddie felt himself shrink back slightly, sobbing, only for Steve to pull him back again, one hand tracing over his spine in the most gentle way possible. 

“You’re an idiot for caring,” Eddie whispered, his hands going limp from where they were previously gripping at Steve’s arms.

“Maybe,” Steve mused, combing his fingers through Eddie’s hair, and Eddie found himself leaning into the touch. “You can’t push me away, though. You’re stuck with me now.”

Eddie laughed wetly into Steve’s neck, shaking his head. “Fine by me.”

This kind of felt good. Like this is what he had been waiting for. Like the aching, sore feeling inside of him was being clouded over by something nicer and more soft—something loving. 

It felt like the cut down his chest was finally healing. For good this time.

#I feel like Eddie swears a lot when he gets upset—like I do lmao #And if you can’t tell by now I use em dashes….a lot 😅 #But thank you so much for the ask!!! I got SO FUCKING EXCITED like literally #My cat thought I was dying #Also I am totally guilty of doing this too—but I’ve noticed that people who write fics about Eddie in the hospital just ignore the whole #Ending of season four #Like with most of the characters on the hill and shit #Like no one talks about that #Unless they’re doing an apocalypse AU #And sometimes a Kas!Eddie AU #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #Fan fiction #my fic #My writing #fin writes #stranger things fanfiction #eddie Munson fanfiction #Steve Harrington fanfiction #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic

[ghostradiodylan]

I like cutting Dylan’s hand off for the drama it brings to his character arc, but the alternative has its charms because he gets to have this little moment before the human murder spree that is Laura comes along.

#the quarry #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #kaitlyn ka #the way he literally kicks at the dirt when Ryan compliments him on the feedback loop is so fucking sweet #also holy shrimp makes me laugh every time #everyone else’s muted responses make a lot more sense if his hand isn’t fucking gone too #like they really should freak out a little more about that #bunny blathers #✨​him✨ #dylan lenivy brainrot #hyperfixations are hyperfixating

[resident-gay-bitch]

steve’s pov here :)

prey.

lots of prey.

that’s what eddie knew.

he watched them enter his land through that… thing. that hole in the ground that let off a high pitched sound and kept him in line. it scared him and his brethren. none of them could go near it. it hurts if you do. they’ve all learnt the hard way, whilst trying to escape. it burns your body to touch and turns your brain dizzy.

but the prey passed through it without an issue.

eddie watched from the top of the tree he was perched in, crowded around by his resting family, his cousins and friends. he watched the prey make their way through his world, listened as his master told him to kill.

eddie attacked when they least expected it.

he swooped down and swiped at one of their necks with his claw. he would have gotten it, if that one with curly hair didn’t scream his name.

it sent eddie flying back- he recognised it, the voice. the face.

it wasn’t prey.

it was a friend.

eddie flew away. too scared of what would happen if he stayed.

he couldn’t stay.

his master was mad. beyond mad at him.

he threatened to kill eddie if he didn’t complete his task. he’d send his brethren on the prey and himself.

eddie didn’t want that. he wanted the prey to live, he thought. well… the curly haired one. he didn’t know about the rest. but if not for that curly haired one, eddie might let master carry out that promise. he didn’t like this world. it was cold and dark and he felt dirty and he only remembered pain.

he flew back to his home, to his nest in a place he felt most safe. a safe place that was still standing. his old home, the one with who he thinks is his father from the other world, now destroyed to the hole that was too big and too loud and hurt too much if he flew near it.

his home in the drama room at school. he’d dragged mattresses and pillows and blankets back into the changing room and built himself a nest, collected all his favourite things.

he had a pile for his father, flannelette shirts all piled up on a bunch of random mugs. he had his sweetheart there too. he’d been collecting dice from everywhere he could find them, all different shapes and colours, they were scattered around his nest, and he played with them when he got bored and couldn’t sleep. he had a picture frame shoved there somewhere with a photo of his mother, a flower pressed under the glass that was her namesake. it was the only name eddie could remember; petunia. and he had the mangled old teddy bear she gave him as a baby that he curled up with every night.

but he had his most favourite pile there too, at the place where he lay his head every night. in the pile was a green and white jacket with a name eddie couldn’t read written across the back. there were shirts and two jumpers, a red and a yellow one. he had three odd socks and one pair, and some underwear, and a singular sneaker. he’d taken them all from a large house on the nice looking side of this world, from a room he didn’t like very much, but he remembered the boy that owned all those things was very special to him.

he couldn’t remember his name or his face though, and eddie cried about it every night.

he pottered around his nest, moving his things about and settling down in it. he hurried out and to the other side of his home where he had a pile of things he’d collected that took up too much space in the nest. he sifted through them; some more mugs, a weird al shirt, a pair of drumsticks, some comics, a bunch of action figures, a green ribbon, an old year book, some novels, an acoustic guitar, car keys, a cheer skirt, journals, a lunchbox- all things that made his heart clench to look at, to touch, but he couldn’t remember why.

except for the yearbook.

when he found the yearbook he got so excited he’d stretched out his wings and started flying in the tiny little room. he knocked over a rack of costumes with them, fucked up his nest, and put a hole through the wall. he didn’t care though.

he had the year book almost permanently open to one page. a page he remembered looking at a lot when he was younger. on the page was him, the man that eddie couldn’t remember the name or face of. the one he loved so much. and beside him was another man with eddie’s old face! he’d made it. he remembered making it. he wrote something, but eddie couldn’t read that either.

after finding that year book, eddie looked at the page every day and every night, whenever he could. he often went to sleep with the page open, he’d sometimes just sit there and look at it. he’d draw his claw lightly over the man’s pretty face and sometimes he’d lick it when he particularly missed him.

oh eddie loved him so much.

so that’s what eddie did now. he sat down in his nest and drew over his pretty face and he stretched out his long tongue until it touched the page and then he smiled.

he smiled so much his heart squeezed.

he missed his boy.

but his master was not happy with him. he made eddie go back out to kill them.

eddie promised himself he wouldn’t kill the curly haired one.

he flew out until he found them, and then he swooped down over their heads to give the prey a scare and perched himself atop an electricity pole. he crouched there with his wings hanging heavy down behind him and looked at his next meal.

only, he didn’t attack. not straight away.

there was something familiar about one of them. the one holding a bat over his shoulder, scowling at eddie. he had floppy hair and strong shoulders. eddie thought he’d put up the biggest fight.

but there was something about him.

eddie cocked his head and looked at him some more. looking looking looking. trying to figure him out. he ignored everyone else. the man adjusted his grip on his weapon, ready to swing it at eddie if needed.

eddie moved his head forward because… no…

no it- it couldn’t be.

it was him.

the boy in the picture.

the one he loved!

he straightened his back out in a flesh, sitting up tall, perched on the pole, and he let out a screech of excitement. he hoped the man was just as excited as he was.

his love leered forward slightly, looking ready to fight… to protect. oh, he looked so strong and brave like that, ready to defend his own brethren. eddie admired him so much. he was so beautiful. so strong. so handsome.

eddie stretched his wings out and stood, he let out another thrilled sound because- oh, because he was here! the one he loved was here… in his world! and eddie could have him.

eddie clutched at his heart like he’d just been struck by cupids arrow and fell backwards off the pole, like he was fainting. he was swooning afterall. he hoped to impress this man too.

eddie had to impress him.

so he free fell and right before he hit the ground he stretched his wings out further and lifted himself high into the sky. way higher than he needed to go. he looked down at the one he loved and- oh goodness, he just couldn’t help himself. he tucked his wings around his body and nosedived straight for him.

it’s what he’d seen his family do, when they found their love. one would fly high in the sky and barrel roll into the other, catch them, and take flight again.

it was their mating ritual, so it’s what eddie would do.

he crashed into the pretty golden haired love and had to take a moment to just look at him as he wiggled around on the ground beneath eddie. eddie tired to pin him down, to show him he was safe… it was just eddie. he tried to communicate, clicking his tongue to say “hello, it’s me, i love you” but he didn’t seem to get it.

that was okay.

eddie would show him.

but before he had a chance his wing was struck with an immense amount of pain.

he stretched it out to look, and found a hole clean through it, and he lowered it just enough to see one of his prey, standing there, a gun aimed right at him.

you hurt me, eddie thought, you tore me.

he was going to make her death the most painful. save her for last.

he looked back at his love and grabbed him tight and lifted up info the air. it made him scream, and eddie thought it was a nice sound. similar to his own happy call. eddie really liked this man.

he took him to his home, sweeping through the crack in the roof, down into his little home, and he lay him down in his nest. his love is the only other being allowed anywhere near his home.

the last being to try - his brother and friend - was ripped to shreds by eddie’s own teeth. no one breached these walls again.

eddie laid him down and crawled back to sit by his loves legs, crouched there and waiting. he looked at him curiously. he looked quite different than the picture. he had lighter, floppier hair, and some scruffy fur around his mouth, and he had this thing on his face that made his eyes look a little bigger than usual, and… clothes. in the picture he only had little swim shorts on. eddie hoped his love might take these clothes off soon.

oh eddie thought he was just neat.

the perfect new item to make home of his nest. he’d keep him here forever, that was for sure.

he was eddie’s now.

he looked a little confused, but that was okay. eddie would help him understand anything he needed. all eddie wanted to do was look after his love.

oh. the picture. that would help him understand. that’s how eddie could tell him he loved him.

great idea!

he crawled over to get it, leaving his love in the nest for a little moment. he sifted through some of his other things before retrieving it. he grabbed the book with his teeth, and crawled back over to pretty man, and perched himself as close as possible. he dropped the book between his own feet and pressed his hands on top of it to keep it safe, and waited.

when he turned back around to look at eddie, he freaked out a little. eddie thought it was very sweet. eddie wanted to see every face this man could make, they were all so beautiful. he cocked his head to the side and looked at him some more, trying to figure him out.

to ask if this was okay.

his love held up the jacket with the name eddie couldn’t read. he looked at the jacket, then back at his love, then back at the jacket, then back at his love and he felt warmth bubble up in his chest. he purred, hoping to let his love know what this meant. hoping to let him know he was happy that he was here. that he wanted his love to wear the jacket.

eddie noticed how his love was wearing one thing that meant a lot to eddie himself. a vest. one covered in patches and pins that he used to wear every day. eddie lowered his head to bump his loves shoulder and blinked at him once.

“it’s yours.” his love said, and it made eddie’s heart flutter so much! he loved the sound of his voice. it was so soft and smooth and eddie wished he could talk the same. his love tugged at the sleeve of the vest, “i know, i’m sorry. i hope you don’t mind. it helped ground me on the bad days.”

don’t mind? don’t mind!?

why would eddie mind about that? this was the best day of his life. not only was his love here, but he was here and collecting eddie’s things too.

eddie cocked his head, trying to communicate that of course he was okay with it. that he was okay with anything his love wanted.

“can you understand me?” he asked.

eddie nodded.

“can you talk like me?” he asked again.

eddie really wished he could. he wanted nothing more than to say that he loved him. he wanted to ask his name.

“i’ll take that as a no.” he hummed, and it made eddie’s chest vibrate, “you have a lot of my things.”

eddie wanted to collect more of them.

he dropped the book on his loves lap and watched curiously as he opened it. eddie’s heart was about to leap out of his chest when the man found the page eddie wanted him to see.

his pretty pretty love drew his finger over the page and read out the words eddie had written there many years ago… the words eddie had longed to be able to read or remember, and now he’d know, “by the time you graduate, this will be real, and he will be nice and want you back.”

oh… right.

yes. eddie loved him. he knew now. didn’t he. his love knew and- oh, he was laughing.

eddie didn’t like that. why was he laughing? did he not love eddie too.

eddie screeched at him and pouted because… because why would he laugh? that’s mean. it hurts eddie. it hurts eddie a lot. he would just like to love his love.

oh eddie loved him so much.

he watched with sad eyes as his love realised how much it was hurting eddie, and then he said, “you technically still haven’t graduated, you know?”

oh goodie. his love wanted him too!

he loved him so much he just- oh, he just couldn’t hold back any more. he flicked his tongue out and licked up his loves cheek and it was so much better than licking the picture. this time, when his love laughed, eddie liked it.

this was a good laugh.

“licking? really?”

eddie smiled at him and nodded his head because, yes. of course! he had to show his love and that’s how he did that. that’s what he knew. he hoped his love would lick him back… but maybe that’s not how those creatures showed their love.

that’s okay. eddie would learn eventually.

eddie helped shuffle his love back to cuddle because he didn’t care how mad his master got right now, eddie had his love and he’d finally be able to sleep well. he was sure this would be the first sleep he got without crying since waking up down here, in this world.

he curled up with his teddy and wrapped his wings around his love, curling into his lap and chest. eddie pressed his ear up over his heart to listen to the steady drum beat of it inside. it was one of the best sounds in every world. eddie started to purr again, feeling warm and dizzy against his love. he smelt amazing, and eddie nuzzled his face under the vest to get closer to him.

eddie felt his love pet his head softly and hold him a little tighter. eddie didn’t think he could love something any more than he loved this being right here. he was going to keep him forever. protect him and make sure he was safe, and well fed, and warm. he’d stay here, in eddie’s home, where no one else was allowed to go so eddie could keep him for himself. if he wanted anything, eddie would fetch it for him.

eddie would love him with every fibre in his body and more.

he’d do anything for his love.

he was sure of it.

if only he could remember his name.

#jay writes #unedited #kas!eddie #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie pov #kas eddie pov #steve x eddie #kas eddie but make him a puppy dog #eddie just loves steve so much it hurts his demonic little heart #also. he may be a monster but he’s still fucking dramatic #also. eddie trying to impress steve. because he would #he’d see steve being all macho man and be like LOOK AT ME PLEASE FIND ME ADORABLE! #eddie would tear apart his world - his brethren (the demobats) - and vecna for his love #hell remember it all eventually #don’t worry #our poor babies NEED. a happy ending #feel free to give them one because i don’t think i’ll write any more of this #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things 5?

[sparkdoesart]

Uhm. I have been looking at nothing but The Quarry fan art and shit basically all day. So uh here ya go

Just some little things-

Dylan and Ryan

And then kaitlyn and dylan because this scene is so funny to me

This is like rw all over again. This game has an insane amount of replay potential. Im gonna be here for a while-

Starting my first run today

I do not have faith in myself not to fuck this up

#the quarry #my art #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #kaitlyn ka #augh #im gonna figure out how to actually draw them soon #for now #animals #also #its glaringly obvious i fucking hate drawing guns #why do they have to have a shotgun in frame for almost every interaction after chapter 1

[anomaly-kru]

I've finally finished the first chapter of this beast. In short, it's a reimagining of one of the many variations of the kitchen encounter in Chapter 10, and the consequences of one person's actions triggering a...butterfly effect, if you will.

What if Kaitlyn fucked up and got Dylan killed there?

What if he inexplicably woke up like nothing had happened?

Better heed the warnings on this one; it's a doozy.

Enjoy!

#the quarry #my stuff #my writing #dylan lenivy #kaitlyn ka #freezer besties #also angst #so much fucking angst #character death

[blobbei-art]

This is an older character concept that’s not quite finished but I also haven’t had the motivation to continue working on it yet so I might as well upload it instead of letting it sit bc god knows when I’ll come back to this haha

It’s supposed to be a very light moon themed body mixed with heart (the horns looking like veins/aorta) and capillary + lace for the wings

Either way this is Marzie! Her whole story is a little complicated and still not set in stone but the idea is that she’s the original Goddess of Life and Kasifer’s twin sister who seemingly died to Kasifer’s own hands in an accident. And when she eventually returned she thought he had betrayed her. 

#oc #ocs #marzie #character design #original character #artists on tumblr #art #my art #creature design #WIP #her story is a mess thanks to Theresia bc it really is mostly that theresia’s backstory is a fucking nightmare #i haven’t figured it out :’( #also marzie is supposed to mirror kas’ true form. She’s got the red and blue except more red #and where he has a smooth tail and legs she’s got fluffy detailed ones #I kinda want her to look like an alive version of him but hhgggggh I also can’t figure out how to do that #especiially since I don’t just wanna take his design and somewhat change it. I want his design to continue looking cool and unique

[kasarian]

you're gonna get through this year. you're gonna get through it even if you end up screaming and howling and ending up tearing cloth and biting into their throats so you fucking live. you are going to come up Alive and goddamn Victorious with a blood soaked vessel. yours or theirs, it doesn't matter.

#IM GOING THROUGH IT LADS I HATE MY FINALS EVERYTHING EXCEPT FOR ONE SUBJECT #AGAIN!!! #fuck those snobby douchebags im going to fucking pass im going to fucking live. #kas speaks #im gonna focus on uni so that i dont fail for the whole month sorry if i dont talk much !!!!!! #also ok to rb if you resonate with it

[outeremissary]

Sunflower doodles from last night :) Sometimes I feel weird adding stuff to my art tag retrospectively, so these are being reposted instead... apologies

#I feel bad for Kas for being the first drawing of the night and catching some jank. also being put next to the flashiest person alive. #Kas isn't exactly an unflashy person themself but this is like putting a peacock by a bird of paradise... even a peacock has limits #I say 'doodles' and I swear I mean it despite the ahh. spiraling into being colored and stuff #emi art #balthazar lucienne #kasander #I like how this has some of my worst phone camera lighting yet. aw yeeeeeah #EDIT. MY DUMB ASS FUCKING FORGOT THEY WERE ALREADY IN MY ART TAG. I NEED TO FUCKING SLEEP

[bitchthefuck1]

We always talk about how Kaz in some ways sees Wylan as a younger version of himself, but I feel like we never really acknowledge that he basically ends up looking after Wylan the way he wished Jordie had protected him.

#i feel like the 'kaz is wylans dad' takes are kind of a huge reduction of their relationship #like id you really look at how they treat and interact with each other it looks way more like an older brother keeping an eye out for his #sibling based on his own experience than anything even remotely paternal #kas treats wylan like an equal who just knows less than him and wylan treats kaz like an annoying older brother who he cares about but #won't pass up an opportunity to bicker with or talk back to #i also think from a psychological standpoint this is in part what helps kaz to see jordie in an honest light and start to heal from being #let down by him as a kid. he can acknowledge that jordie was very flawed and failed to protect him while also realizing that his brother #was a kid like him doing his best #that and getting over some of his shit with jesper #there's literally so much to unpick with these relationship dynamics leigh bardugo went the fuck off #theres just so much here #kaz brekker #wylan van eck #six of crows #soc #crooked kingdom #image description in alt

[luminouslotuses]

didn’t want to end the day on a low note so here’s a few tagalog songs i like :D

#qsmp language day #song chicanery #i have asan ka na ba on repeat right now im fucking obsessed with it #ALSO i hope pja makes more songs in tagalog because the ones she’s done are so good!

[laurakearney]

this is my pleading to other artists

please stop referencing skin tones from game screenshots!

i’ve seen far too much art of poc characters where they are WAYYYYY too light.

#literally just saw an erin #where she was SO FUCKING PALE A #and anytime i see fanart of nick he is whiter than the white characters #and there’s ryan’s that are literally straight up whitewashing #also look a pic of brenda song y’all! she is much tanner than what y’all make kaitlyn look like #the quarry #the dark pictures anthology #until dawn #man of medan #the devil in me #house of ashes #video games #fanart #i ramble #ryan ezrahler #erin keenan #nick fucillo #kaitlyn ka

[avisisisis]

The pain of finding an interesting fanfic only to realize it's Ob*kin

#god i hate ob*kin #star wars #sw #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #anti obikin #they are BROTHERS #they are FATHER AND SON #DID “you're the closest thing i have to a father” AND “you were my brother!” MEAN NOTHING TO YOU???? #also the age gap #gross #i've found that ppl who ship ob*kin also tend to ship anis*ka #and that is disgusting #“my brother taught me” #“my B R O T H E R taught me” #where do you see the lover in that #WHERE #IF YOU WANT A TRAGIC LOVE STORY THEN JUST LOOK AT LITERALLY EVERY SINGLE COUPLE IN STAR WARS #dumb fuck #i know this sounds negative #and i feel like some ppl might get angry at me for being so agressive #but honestly fuck you. fuck ob*kin and anis*ka.

[valaratminaforaldrar]

ok i've decided i'm done with this essay now. pls applaud me

#writing a 1500 word essay takes fucking forever meanwhile i wrote 1500 words about tristan just rambling about kas in like #an hour yesterday like why. why does it have to be so difficult #this essay was extra difficult because the instructions were simultaneously really strict but also. so vague #i'm just hoping i get a passing grade #this course is literally ending after this week lmao so. i will never have to write another essay for it again