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i can't tune you out (part 1)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie Munson is an up-and-coming rock and roll artist living in LA. Steve Harrington (under the stage name HARVEST) has been taking the radio by storm lately. When the fans start shipping them together as a couple, Steve and Eddie consider it an opportunity to boost their upcoming albums. There's just one problem - they can't stand each other. (Link to Ao3)

Part 2 Part 3 - the rest on Ao3!

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: Rockstar!Eddie, Indie!Steve, modern day AU, enemies to lovers, slow burn, fake dating/PR relationship, they are both assholes lowkey but they'll get better later in the fic I promise, Drunk!Steve, Nancy is still a heartbreaker, oh look Robin and Chrissy are also here

A/N: Here you have it folks, the much awaited return of Rockstar!Eddie. I've had this story on the backburner for a while now and am so excited to dive into it! Don't worry - I will be updating Flowers and Ink soon, I just got inspired and wrote this first chapter as a little teaser for you all ;)

It all started with a t-shirt.

Steve was playing his own show the night Robin went to a Corroded Coffin concert with a friend from work. He wasn’t upset or anything, because Robin had been to Steve’s shows countless times in the past. Besides, he didn’t like Corroded Coffin’s music anyway.

Apparently, Robin liked the show enough to go to the merch table, where she bought a Corroded Coffin t-shirt, and the rest is history.

“Ridiculous,” Steve muttered to himself. His dryer was busted AGAIN, which meant he had to call the stupid landlord to have it fixed AGAIN.

He’d been so busy with shows that he hadn’t had a lot of time to do laundry, and this was him finally catching up. Of course, the damn thing broke. Now he had no clothes.

He sighed and went to the designated Robin drawer she insisted she have at Steve’s apartment. She was there a lot of nights anyway, so she always kept some pajamas and things just in case. Thank god for Robin’s love of oversized clothing.

He grabbed the first shirt he saw, threw it on, and headed to the grocery store.

Steve wasn’t even conscious of what the shirt said. Maybe he should have glanced in the mirror before he left, but he was tired and just needed to get food for the week. He’d been out of town on tour for a while now, so there was nothing at home.

People were staring at him, but that wasn’t too unusual. His stage name was HARVEST, which was nice because he could separate himself from his music when he wanted to. His persona when he performed was vastly different to the guy wandering a grocery store in his best friend’s clothes, and he liked that. It was freeing. It gave him some semblance of privacy, because most fans of his music didn’t even know his real name.

The more devoted fans, however…

People took his picture sometimes without asking first. That was common. It wasn’t great, but it was common. Steve was never that concerned with looking ugly on the internet, anyway. Although, if people went up to him and asked, he usually said yes if they were nice about it.

It took about three hours for the notifications to pour in. Steve ignored them, at first. His publicist would handle whatever it was. But then, Robin called.

“Steve!” she greeted when he answered. “You wore my shirt out?”

“Uh, yeah?” Steve responded. He looked down to see that it was a band t-shirt. Nothing too crazy about it. “That okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” she assured him. “It’s just funny because somehow now people think you’re Corroded Coffin’s number one fan.”

“That’s…strange,” Steve said, confused. “All because I wore their shirt one time?”

“Yeah, well people looked into it and they found out you and Eddie Munson went to high school together -”

“Ah,” Steve acknowledged, starting to understand.

“- and now people are shipping you with him and all that.”

“Wait, what?” Steve’s face fell. “They’re - Like, that’s insane. It’s only been a few hours and - I mean, I don’t even know the guy.”

“Yeah, but do you remember that TikTok you made last year?” she asked. “The one where you took the metal song and stripped it down, sang it in your style instead?”

“Uh, yeah, I think so.”

Steve did that a few times with a variety of genres. He liked taking music to weird and unexpected places. So, sometimes when there was a viral song or sound, he’d put his own spin on it.

“Okay, well that was a Corroded Coffin song,” Robin explained.

“It…was?” Steve genuinely had no idea. He didn’t look into the artist before he’d made the video.

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “You seriously didn’t know?”

“No,” Steve answered. “So, that combined with the t-shirt and now people think I’m having an affair with this guy or something?” He scoffed. He’d never understand why people were so hellbent on creating stories from nothing.

“It’s just the internet, Steve,” Robin replied. “People say all kinds of things.”

“Yeah, but -” Steve sighed, shutting his eyes tightly. It wasn’t just that he was being shipped with some random guy, it was that Steve wasn’t even out yet. It was kind of a whole thing he and his team had been working on. His new album was supposed to announce it, not some random pairing based on zero evidence.

“Yeah, I know,” Robin said. Steve knew she understood completely, even without him saying anything. She knew his sexuality before he did. “I promise it’s not a huge deal. Sorry the internet sucks.”

“Thanks,” Steve responded. He hung up, groaned, and collapsed onto his couch, where he fell into a deep sleep.

“Eddie, we can use this.”

Eddie held back the groan he so desperately wanted to let out. He was on the phone with his manager, Carla, who had just told him that people online were pairing him with some other musician that Eddie had heard on the radio a few times and - yikes. It wasn’t his vibe.

“Use it for…?” he asked, completely nonplussed. He picked up a rubber band ball on his desk and rolled it around in his hands.

“You both have albums coming out soon,” she continued. “So, if you’re dating him then - I mean, think of the publicity.”

“Dating him?” Eddie echoed, confused. “Aren’t we jumping the gun, here? Do we even know if this dude likes other dudes in the first place?”

“No, but you should find out,” Carla insisted. “I mean, it’s HARVEST, Eddie. His music is everywhere right now.”

Eddie knew that much, at least. He didn’t listen to the music when he could help it, but people talked about it all the time. The mysterious HARVEST who wore disguises on stage and left cryptic posts on social media. Eddie couldn’t think of a single person he wanted to date less, and he didn’t even know the guy’s name or what he looked like.

Eddie, on the other hand, had been busting his ass to maintain the little audience he’d accumulated over the last five years. Corroded Coffin started as a high school passion project, then devolved into a more serious band that played sporadic shows in his hometown, and then went through a series of changes and replacements until Eddie was the only original part of it that remained. Well, that and the name, of course.

Eddie Munson. Corroded Coffin. They were pretty much synonymous at this point. The fans he had knew who he was and what he looked like. He rarely used social media, but when he interacted with fans he was blunt and to the point. No games. No mystery. This HARVEST guy kinda seemed like a tool.

“Yeah, I’ll pass,” Eddie said, snapping one of the rubber bands rhythmically.

“Eddie,” Carla prodded. “If you do this, you’ll blow up. Think of what you could do with the money. Merch. A tour. A vacation. A new house. Whatever you wanted, you could get.”

Money sounded nice, but it’s not like Eddie was living in poverty or anything. Well, he was in a tiny apartment in a shitty area of town, but it was Los Angeles. Who could afford anything more than that? Besides, he’d lived in places that small and shitty his whole life. Then again, he’d never had any other choice. Money would give him the choice.

The popularity aspect was also intriguing, because Eddie loved attention almost as much as he loved music. Sure, there were downsides to fame, but he adored the glimpses of it he’d had so far, and it’s not like being around HARVEST was going to turn him into Leo DiCaprio or something.

“Okay, so if I agree to this, what does that mean? Do you want me to DM him or something?”

“Actually,” Carla said. The playfulness in her tone caused Eddie to drop the rubber-band ball, because she only talked like that when she had a creative idea that he tended not to like. “He’s going to be at this launch party tonight that I may or may not have gotten you an invite to…”

Yup. That sounds about right.

“So you want me to crash the party and proposition this guy?” Eddie asked.

“Of course not,” she replied. “You’re invited, so it’s not crashing.”

Eddie had to chuckle at that one. She was a sneaky one, sometimes, and damn good at her job.

“Fine,” Eddie agreed. “Send me the details and I might go.”

“Will do!” Carla responded. He could hear how excited this made her, and he was glad at least one of them was into this whole thing. “You don’t have to do anything too wild, okay? Even if you’re just spotted with him, it will spread the narrative that something is going on. Deal?”

It felt a little gross to go somewhere just to track a random guy down and cling to him for popularity. It was kind of a dick move, really. Then again, Eddie was kind of a dick.

“Deal,” he replied.

“This will never not be the coolest thing to ever happen to me,” Robin said, as she always does when Steve takes her as his plus one to events.

“Yeah, well since Nancy dumped my ass, get used to it,” he teased. “You’ll be filling in for a while.” Steve nudged her shoulder, causing her to laugh. She was wearing this beautiful, brand new jumpsuit. It was pressed and ironed and cost almost a full paycheck. Lucky for her, she didn’t have to pay for it. Steve was doing pretty damn well for himself financially.

The Uber driver pulled up to the bar and dropped them off. Since it was the grand opening or something, the place was entirely closed off and only people on a list were allowed in.

“Name?” the security guard said at the door.

“Uh,” Steve stuttered. He never knew which name was on these stupid lists. “Steve Harrington, and my guest.” He gestured to Robin beside him, who blushed.

The security guard nodded, crossed them off, then opened the door for them to go inside.

“Holy shit!” Robin said as they walked in. The place was nice, even by Steve’s standards. They headed to the bar to order their first round of drinks.

Steve went to these kinds of things pretty often - he’d go, have a few drinks, hang out with people, then do it all again a few weeks later. He enjoyed them, for the most part.

Well, except for one thing.

Steve choosing to do music under the stage name HARVEST was great in a lot of ways. It was kind of like the whole Miley Cyrus vs Hannah Montana thing, except Steve wasn’t gonna show up to these parties wearing sunglasses, a wig, and an ugly vest - his signature look when he performed. He showed up as Steve, who was a nobody, and that felt kind of lame. To everyone else at the party, he just looked like a normal guy. Even Robin stood out more than he did.

Steve had this whole thing where HARVEST rarely posted anything or did interviews, and when he did he was in disguise and using a voice changer. It started as a joke and then just…stuck. HARVEST was a completely separate entity from Steve. HARVEST was all the parts of him that made him popular in high school, and Steve was whatever was left underneath.

He and Robin enjoyed the night anyway. They were handing out some sponsored cocktail throughout the night until everyone was good and drunk. Whatever was in that thing was lethal. Steve had only had two and he was feeling pretty tipsy. Robin was already on the dance floor after one. She’d pulled him to the photo area while a slower song played, urging him to get a picture with her and commemorate the night before she got too sweaty from dancing.

They held up their branded glasses and smiled. The light flashed so bright they both winced, then laughed at their dramatic reaction. When they began stumbling away from the camera, Robin paused.

“What?” Steve asked, confused.

“Eddie Munson is here,” she said.

“Where?” Steve asked. She pointed vaguely in Eddie’s direction, trying to act like she was just playing with her hair. Steve searched the room until his eyes locked in on the curly-haired brunette that the world wanted him to be with, apparently. Eddie was at the bar, talking up some of the other guests. “What is he doing here?” Robin shrugged.

Steve had never seen Eddie at one of these parties before. His band wasn’t really that popular. Their only claim to fame so far was a chorus of one of their songs going viral on TikTok. Then, like an idiot, Steve had done a cover of the damn song, and now he was in a whole mess of a situation. Eddie Munson was going to inadvertently reveal Steve’s bisexuality before his album even came out.

It wasn’t Eddie’s fault, and Steve knew that. Fans were going to say what they were gonna say. But still, Eddie being at the party was a crazy coincidence, considering the circumstances.

Steve took a sip from his third cocktail and decided not to think about it.

Eddie had never in his life been invited to something like this before. He’d had to talk to a guard and get let in, like some bigshot celebrity. If being around this HARVEST guy gave Eddie more opportunities to go to shit like this, maybe it was worth it.

Once he got inside, he went to the bar to get a drink. They were serving some cocktail that Eddie had no interest in drinking, so he ordered a whiskey on the rocks as he chatted with the people around him. They were all nice, although it was a bit too loud to have any actual conversation. Plus, most of the guests were well on their way to being drunk.

All in all, it was Eddie’s exact kind of chaos.

He scanned the room for a man that matched his only reference point of what HARVEST looked like. Eddie had seen a few pictures of him on stage, and his outfits were always a little out there. He had different hair every time, but his absurd style stayed consistent.

Nobody at this goddamn party looked like that.

“Hey,” Eddie said after nudging the person beside him. “You know where HARVEST is?”

He realized as soon as he asked that he probably could have just Googled him to see what he looked like. Whatever.

“Uhh, you mean Steve?” the woman responded. “He’s here somewhere. His date is in this gorgeous glittery blue jumpsuit. Find her and you’ll find him. He follows her like a shadow.” She finished her description with a light chuckle. Eddie turned back to face the rest of the bar and continued searching the crowd.

Okay, first of all - Steve? The man, the myth, the legend known as HARVEST was actually just…a guy named Steve? Eddie almost burst out laughing.

Secondly, he brought a date. Of course he brought a date. A woman, at that. Eddie wasn’t cool enough to have a plus one, but Steve on the other hand…

Wow. Eddie didn’t think he’d be able to find the glittery jumpsuit as fast as he did, but it really was a dead giveaway. It sparkled under the lights of the bar, and the girl next to Eddie was right - it was gorgeous. Steve’s date was gorgeous overall, actually. No wonder he was following her around.

“Him?” Eddie asked, pointing to the guy dancing with the woman in the jumpsuit.

“Yup,” the guest at the bar confirmed. She took the last sip of her cocktail and set the glass down on the counter. “So, do you wanna dance?”

Eddie froze. He wasn’t a huge fan of dancing in public, and he also wasn’t sure if this dance was just a dance or if it was something else.

“Well, I, uhhhh -” he began. “I mean, I’m like - ya know - gay.” She laughed in response, her face red from the alcohol.

“No shit,” she replied. “You obviously have heart eyes for Steve, and he’s dancing with someone else, so let’s go out there and you can make him jealous and I can dance until someone who likes women steals me away.”

Eddie grinned. This chick was dope. He held out his hand for her to take it, and then he walked her to the dance floor. He figured that he could strike up a conversation, get Steve to take a picture with him at the photo area, and then call it a night.

“What’s your name, by the way?” he yelled over the music.

“Chrissy!” she yelled back.

“Eddie!” he responded. She smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but notice how drop-dead gorgeous she was, too. Everyone at this party was perfect-looking, actually, and it was intimidating and weird. Eddie was grateful he'd decided to wear his nicer clothes.

And then they danced. Eddie did his best to jump to the music and twirl Chrissy around. Over the course of the first song she managed to glide them through the crowd and strategically place them right by Steve.

Chrissy was a total boss.

“STEVE!” she shouted, acting much drunker than she actually was. She threw her arms around Steve, who returned the hug with a warm smile. “How are you?”

Steve said something, but it was so loud on the dance floor that Eddie couldn’t hear it.

“I’M ROBIN,” blue jumpsuit woman said. She looked like she was having the time of her life. “NICE TO MEET YOU!”

“YOU TOO!” Chrissy replied. She turned to Eddie. “THIS IS MY FRIEND EDDIE!”

Oh, shit. Okay then.

Robin and Steve just kinda looked at him and didn’t say anything for a moment. There was no equally loud greeting for Eddie Munson, no sir. He immediately felt judged, and almost bolted right out of there. He didn’t fit in with this crowd at all.

“H-hi, Eddie!” Robin finally said. “I actually know you! I went to your show a few weeks ago!”

“Woah, really?” Eddie responded, shocked. Nobody had recognized him here, yet. Maybe he wasn’t so different from these people after all.

“YOU’RE A MUSICIAN, TOO?” Chrissy asked, amazed. Eddie nodded. Suddenly, the most beautiful man Eddie had ever seen approached Chrissy and asked her to dance. He recognized the guy as this famous actor who’d been in a ton of movies. Score for Chrissy, although she was perfect, too, and barely fazed. Instead, she took the actor’s hand and smiled. “GOTTA GO, SEE YOU GUYS LATER!”

And then, she was off. What a crazy life these people led.

Steve spoke again, but only Robin could hear him properly. She nodded, then gestured for Eddie to follow them to a less loud part of the bar.

“Much better,” Steve said once they could all hear themselves think again. The light in the bar was dim, so it was hard to make out all of Steve’s features, but Eddie could have sworn he looked familiar. “So, you’re the famous Eddie Munson?”

Eddie thought for sure he’d heard Steve wrong. Like, he must have, because no way in hell Eddie could be considered famous among this group of people. Unless Steve was being condescending, in which case…ugh. Sure, whatever.

“I - I mean, yeah,” Eddie replied. He turned back to Robin, who he already liked more than Steve. “So, you’ve seen Corroded Coffin in concert?”

“Yeah!” she said, her face lighting up at the question.

“Why?” Eddie asked before he could stop himself. Robin and Steve laughed. “I just mean, you’re not really my usual demographic -”

“I’m full of surprises, Eddie,” she teased. “Okay, so I only went because my friend had an extra ticket, but still.”

“Ouch,” Eddie responded with a laugh, clutching his heart as if he’d genuinely been distraught.

“What the fuck is in these things?” Steve said, staring intently at the drink in his hand.

“It’s basically a long island iced tea with all their cheapest liquor and a splash of sprite,” Eddie answered plainly.

“How did you know that?” Robin asked, amused.

“I asked,” Eddie replied with a shrug.

“The bartender?” Robin pressed. Eddie nodded.

“Yeah. I have this thing where I never shut up, so I tend to talk to everyone,” Eddie joked. Well, it wasn’t really a joke. “Anyway, how many have you had?” Steve’s brow furrowed as he desperately tried to remember his drink tally.

“One more than he should have had, apparently,” Robin said, taking the glass from Steve and setting it down on a table. “I’ll go get him some water.”

She disappeared with no further warning, leaving Eddie alone with Steve. Am I supposed to babysit this guy until she comes back or something?

“So, you and Robin,” Eddie said, shifting back and forth on his feet. He really could not for the life of him stop talking, especially with whiskey coursing through him. “Are you guys, like -?”

“Just friends,” Steve snapped back. He almost seemed pissed at the question. “She’s been my best friend for, god, I dunno, since college.”

“Cool,” Eddie replied. Steve was clearly very drunk, and Eddie wasn’t sure how much of that was contributing to his standoffishness. “Are you okay, man?”

“Why're you even here, dude?” Steve asked, his words slurred. “What made you come here?”

“Uhhh, I was invited?” Eddie answered. This guy’s a real trip.

“So it wasn’t because strangers online want us to be together, and if that happens you get more fame or whatever?”

Oh, damn. While that's exactly what was happening, Eddie sure as hell wasn't going to admit it. To save face, Eddie did what he did best - he defaulted to assholery.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he responded. “I’m here for the same reason you are.”

“So, it’s a total coincidence that I see you at one of these things for the first time the same day people started talking about us online?”

“Maybe I’ve been to a ton of these parties and you’ve just never noticed,” Eddie retorted.

“I doubt it,” Steve shot back.

“Why?”

“Because you’re hard to miss, Munson. Always have been,” Steve replied.

“Always?” Eddie echoed, confused. Then, the lights hit Steve’s face and illuminated it entirely. Enough for Eddie to remember where he’d seen him before.

“Got your water!” Robin announced as she returned. She handed Steve the new glass, and he took it without breaking eye contact with Eddie.

“Ohhhh my god,” Eddie said, stunned. “You're Steve Harrington. HARVEST is Steve goddamn Harrington.”

“Sure is,” Steve replied, his voice even.

“I missed something, didn’t I?” Robin asked.

“I mean, kind of,” Eddie said, raising his voice. “Just a couple years of King Steve bullying the school Freak.” Robin turned to Steve, alarmed.

“Wait, you bullied him?”

“How did you not know it was me?” Steve asked, getting agitated now. “Did you seriously come here to try to mooch off me without even doing your research first?”

“I never said I came here for you,” Eddie replied.

“You didn’t deny it either,” Steve reminded him. “You still aren’t, by the way.”

“Okay, fine!” Eddie relented. “You caught me. I came here to cash in on your fame, like some poor commoner in need of charity, and I didn’t even bother to look you up first because honestly? Your music kinda sucks.”

“Oh, I definitely missed something,” Robin muttered nervously.

“You wanna talk about shitty music?” Steve said through gritted teeth.

“Okay!” Robin interjected, inserting herself between them. “No more of this. It was nice meeting you, Eddie, but I think we should split.”

“No need,” Eddie replied. “You stay, I’ll go. You’re the ones who belong here anyway.” He did a slight bow and walked away, leaving Robin and Steve behind.

So much for fame.

@lemondar93 i thought the whole #steddie thing was a reach but saw them together tonight and uhhhh 👀 idk there's something there

@izzierosieb wait omg at the Frolique grand opening? How tf did you get in??

@lemondar93 suuuuper lucky! Matty was supposed to go but he’s sick and I was backup!

@geegeedaheed tell us everything!!!!

@julijmonroe if steddie is real I will actually lose my mind wtf

@chasityseventeen no fr because we have so little and yet I’m already INVESTED

@belloca123 NOT THERE ALREADY BEING FANART OF THEM AHAHAHAHA

@camerohno Everyone just remember that these are real people and we shouldn’t be speculating about their lives even though they’re obviously secretly married

@lemondar93 LMAO

Steve woke up the next morning with the hangover from hell. After Eddie left, he and Robin stuck around for another song or two before heading out themselves.

Steve never really liked Eddie that much in high school because he was a show-off. He loved making a scene in the cafeteria and he always acted like he was better than everyone else just because he refused to like anything that was popular. Sports, music, TV shows. They were never going to be friends, because Steve usually liked the stuff that other people liked. He used to follow the pack, so to speak, and do what the people around him expected him to do. Eddie tended to do the opposite. Eddie was abrasive and loud and obnoxious.

Back in high school, anyway. Steve knew that people had the capability to change (after all, he sure did), but after reuniting with Eddie at the bar, he was skeptical any growth or development had actually occurred in the last six years.

Eddie was still a dick, and Steve had no interest in ever seeing him again.

He pulled out his phone to see that it was still blowing up. There was a new tag trending - #steddie. Yikes. He’d also gotten even more followers. Then, another update caught his eye.

His new album had double the pre-orders it had the night before.

He’d put his heart and soul into this album, and he wanted more than anything for it to be recognized. He was popular, yeah, but mostly for a couple singles that played on the radio all the time. This album was a piece of art from top to bottom that Steve had painstakingly planned and created from scratch.

Maybe. Maybe this stupid ship with Eddie Munson could be worth something. But not enough to contact the guy. No way.

Steve opened his Instagram and then felt his heart drop.

@nancywheeler: Life hack - date a photographer so you get amazing candids on vacation 💕

It hadn’t even been that long since Nancy left Steve for Jonathan Byers. Well, maybe it had been long enough, but still. Cute couple’s posts already?

Oh, no. Steve wanted Nancy to feel like he did, and he knew what would do the trick. She was always a bit of the jealous type.

God dammit.

(Part 2!)

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Fluffruary Day 2: First Date

Characters: Link + Ravio (A Link Between Worlds) Relationship: Queerplatonic

@fluffruaryprompts

Ravio bounced on his toes as he waited by the front door. He could hardly contain his excitement — today was the day they were going on their first real date!

He and Link had been partners for a few months now (and how his heart sang whenever he thought that word!) but they hadn’t done anything really romantic in that time. He didn’t mind; the two of them had talked about it and agreed neither of them really felt the need to change an already comfortable dynamic. Sure, they’d had their first kiss a few weeks ago — his chest felt warm whenever he thought about it — and they’d done a few things that could be considered dates, like going to the market together, but this was their first planned outing.

They weren’t going to do anything big, just go for a walk around town, maybe stop at the new bakery, but Ravio was excited for it nonetheless.

He’d gotten ready early and spent the extra time doing some cleaning here and there; just small things to pass the time. Now he was just waiting on Link. He hummed for a minute before frowning. Where was bun?

“Link? Is everything alright?”

There was no answer. Ravio bit his lip and started towards the stairs. It was likely bun had started overthinking things and sent bunself into a spiral again. The two of them had been trying to break that habit of buns for a while now, though Link’s anxiety made it difficult.

He’d almost reached the stairs when there was a loud squeak and rushing footsteps. Link came hurrying downstairs, apologies spilling from buns lips. Ravio caught bun before bun could trip, pressing a quick kiss to buns nose.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright! I was just worried you’d gotten caught up in your own head again.” Link glanced away, looking guilty. Ravio nuzzled bun reassuringly. “I’m not mad, bunny, I promise. Now, since you’re here, what do you say we head into town and find that bakery you were telling me about?”

His partner brightened and nodded, grabbing his hand to tug him out the door. Ravio laughed and hurried to catch up as the two of them started down the path.

The day was bright but not hot, perfect for walking. Link’s skirt flowed around buns legs, a pretty blue-green that had made buns eyes light up when bun saw the fabric. Ravio had bought it as soon as bun turned away; the price was worth the look on his partner’s face when Link realized.

They made it to town fairly quickly and began strolling along the streets. Neither of them were in a hurry, content to wander until something caught their eyes.

Somewhere along the way, Ravio began humming, some tune he’d heard while in the market one day. Link swung their joined hands and squeaked happily, doing little hop-steps as they crossed the cobblestone.

Eventually they made it to the bakery. Thankfully it wasn’t too busy, and the duo made it to the counter fairly easily. Rows of confections met their eyes, warm and fresh.

They ended up getting two each, after a moment of panic where Link’s choice paralysis reared it’s head. Afterwards, they retreated outside to a bench to enjoy their treats. Link leaned against Ravio as they ate, resting buns head on his shoulder with a content sound. He copied bun, leaning back against the bench with his head over buns.

They stayed like that for a time, happy to soak up the sun and the other’s company.

As afternoon melted into evening, they took to the streets again, enjoying the ambiance of the town for a little longer before turning their feet in the direction of home, hands clasped and hearts light.

“Ravi,” Link started as they neared the house, voice soft. When he glanced over, buns cheeks were flushed lightly as a small, joyful smile played on buns lips. “Today was... really nice. ‘m glad we did this.”

“Me too, bunny. Thank you for coming out with me today.”

Once they were inside they removed their shoes before momentarily separating, Ravio to light the fire and Link to gather blankets and pillows to pile on the couch. They rejoined and took a moment to get comfortable on the couch, lightly jostling each other and giggling all the way.

“I think I’d like to do this again... What do you think, love?” Ravio asked his partner as they curled up together, Link tucked to his chest. Bun nodded before yawning, face scrunching in a way Ravio couldn’t help but find adorable. “Maybe next time we can find a nice spot overlooking town and have a picnic.” He pressed a kiss to soft strawberry blonde, humming quietly.

Link purred and nuzzled closer, content.

#moth’s tales #fluffruary #fluffruary2024 #legend of zelda #legend of zelda fanfiction #loz a link between worlds #albw ravio #albw link #queerplatonic relationship #day 2 #fanfiction #autistic link #autistic ravio #qpr link x ravio #neopronouns #link has anxiety #bun/bunself pronouns #raviolink

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legendofmorons · 1 year

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Being Wild's little sibling

If you are pre calamity he absolutely spoiled you

If you're pre calamity and survived I'm saying you probably helped Purah with her experiment and jist got back to her original age difference when Link came back

He teaches you recipes! Has cook books of his recipes just for you!

You probably live in the house he bought. He walled the space under the stairs off so you could have your own room. It's not huge but it's your own space

He may be wild and semi reckless but he almost has a heart attack anytime you fall down

He teaches you how to make anything a weapon and how to fight well

Gives you a shield anytime he even thinks you need one

He likes to go frog or lizard hunting with you

He really likes to bring you back trinkets from his travels and to hear about your own adventures.

He hugs you in a bear hug 98% of the time

He takes you to Zora's domain and you dive from shatter back point

If you join the chain he is immediately chasing you down every time there's a fight so he can personally make sure you're okay

Introduces you to Cotera the great fairy in Kakariko and makes sure you always have a fairy on hand.

After gannon is defeated he takes you to every corner of the land so you can see everything.

He packs you lunches, and if it's a thing he seems like a bento box type of guy.

He likes to see you smile.

He prefers you you fight mainly with archery so you're safe and out if the way.

But if you are a close combat fighter he supports you with his own archery.

As long as you're safe.

He probably makes like a mint tea or something if you have nightmares.

He dosen’t know where he learned it but he always hums you the smae tune if you need help sleeping. (It's Zelda's lullaby or sometimes the skyward sword theme music)

I like to think his mother was a musician and he still knows how to play

So if you want to learn an instrument, he's happy to help however he can.

Pretty much a calm brother who just wants you safe and happy

#lu #linkeduniverse #misty writes #linked universe x reader #lu wild

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monster-cock69 · 2 years

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little angel

Moodboard made by me and AO3 link here

Pairings: Peter Parker x Tony Stark

Pairings: Tony Stark x Peter Parker

Tags: Omegaverse, age play

Warnings: Underaged sex

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Tony’s scent patch came in the next morning, just in time for his scheduled breeding simulation. It meant that instead of being led to his normal group by Nurse Rumlow, he was taken to a far smaller room that only had one bench by Nurse Melinda.

He was set up on the machine with his right hand free. The nurse gently pressed a thick piece of fabric into it and left him home without further instruction.

Under the heady scent of alpha cum it smelled like gunpowder with whiskey and a hint of cigarette smoke, a scent that he saw himself becoming addicted to.

Dr. Phil hadn’t warned him that this was the compatibility test.

Peter came twice with the machine at its lowest setting.

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The food on his plate looked like shit.

Naturally, he ate the meatballs and drank his apple juice before he hid the peas in the remains of the spaghetti.

The girl sitting next to him gave him an odd look but didn’t snitch.

He got the warm bottle of strawberry milk he’d been aiming for and drank it throughout group therapy.

His day passed, almost identical to all of the others.

The following day he had a one on one meeting with Dr. Phil instead of a group meeting.

“Now,” he started after they’d said their hellos, “your first introduction to Mr. Stark’s scent went fairly well, as did his to yours. You’ll be given another scent patch during quiet time and not allowed to touch yourself tonight. Depending on how that goes we’ll either do another scent-based test or go straight to introductions the day after tomorrow.”

Peter opened his mouth to respond, pacifier falling into his lap.

That was pretty fast.

“I understand it’s fast,” Dr. Phil started before he launched himself into a speech about how their instincts and hormones were already jumpstarted. On top of his preexisting issues with hormone stability and what he’d been told was a ‘lack of omega-appropriate responses to stimuli,’ he was essentially fucked.

It was also likely that the alpha had offered a donation to the facility in exchange for getting Peter earlier.

He was more interested in how his spider’s left foreleg was going flat at the end. Maybe he’d been pinching it too much. Peter’s eyes started scanning the room in search of something interesting that could help him tune out the doctor’s voice.

On the corner of Phil’s desk, he could see a small plate of cookies that someone must have bought in.

Decision made, Peter looked back at Phil. The two of them were on the couch again, so he’d have to reach around Dr. Phil to get to the cookies and the alpha wouldn’t stop talking.

Peter tore his eyes from the cookies, but nothing else of interest was in the room. He popped his pacifier back in with a sigh.

Eventually, the meeting came to a close and Dr. Phil passed him one of the cookies he was eyeing with a smile.

A nurse he didn’t know the name of took him back to his room and waited for him to get comfortable in his bed before passing him another scent patch.

This one lacked the smell of sex on it that had saturated the first one, and didn’t have a potent emotion attached to it.

If possible, he found it affected him more. He felt himself rocking down on the bed, in search of friction that wasn’t there.

No one was in the room with him, but there was a blinking red light in the corner of the ceiling that told him the cameras were on.

Would they send the footage to Tony?

Were they even allowed to do that without explicitly asking him first?

Part of him wished that they would, and he hoped that wherever Tony was he was exploring Peter’s scent in this way too.

Sex would be an important part of their relationship, but he hoped the alpha would want to cuddle, the same way part of him did now.

Well-

The same way everything aside from his cunt and cock did.

Without meaning to, he whimpered into his pacifier as he pressed himself into the bed.

Deciding that this wouldn’t end well, Peter laid down and pulled his blanket over his head. Scent patch in one hand and spider in the other, he hoped that no one would come into the room and interrupt him.

Closing his eyes, he bought the scent patch closer to his face and inhaled as deep as he could.

He didn’t fall asleep, but the warmth of the space combined with the alpha’s heady scent was enough to nearly get him there.

If it hadn’t been for Nurse Melinda coming in to gently tug away his blanket he’d probably have fallen asleep.

She was always gentle when doing his checks, but he couldn’t help but whine when she completely pulled the blanket away.

The beta made a hmm sound, “Were you trying to nest Peter? All from Mr. Stark’s scent?”

Peter’s cheeks burned with a blush and he hid his face in his spider. Only mated omegas nested, and Peter wasn’t even sure that he and Tony were getting mated yet.

“Don’t be silly.”

“I’m the silly one? Peter, you know your instincts’ve kicked in. It’s a good sign that you wanted to feel safe with his scent.” She patted his thigh, and he only kicked a bit to show his discontent when she put his underwear in a plastic Biohazard bag. In the crotch were two distinct wet spots.

Peter tucked his face back into his spider and didn’t say a word.

No one at the facility would ever make fun of him, but it still felt strange. He’d always been a bit repressed when it came to his instincts and sexuality. Suppressants were his default, and they’d nearly wiped out his sex drive.

Relying on them as heavily as he did at the start of puberty had also killed a lot of his instincts. So, whereas a lot of his peers were already used to everything he was just getting acquainted with it all.

It was odd – but nice at the same time. He got to be little all the time, didn’t have to worry about money anymore, and when he wanted to act out a bit it was accepted. He always got punished for it, but it wasn’t like Aunt May’s disappointed glare or their weekly screaming matches before she surrendered him to the hospital.

He’d kind of gotten used to life at the facility though, so was anxious for what was to come. He wouldn’t be able to run outside as much, but Tony’s house was apparently huge, and they probably had a nice yard or pool.

Maybe he could convince him to get one of those backyard slide things with a swingset. Or even just a swing set.

They’d been his favorite since the first time he was little, and he sought them out every day after therapy if it wasn’t a pool day.

“Hey, Peter’s not giving me a turn,” someone shouted. Peter slid a finger into the hoop on his pacifier to stick his tongue out at the girl. Had one of the workers not started toward him, he’d have stood on the swing.

As it was, he gave the girl a rude gesture when none of the staff members were looking.

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“Do you usually play with the legos, Peter?” He nodded, not yet making eye contact with the alpha. He hadn’t been told that they’d be meeting today until he was taken to a small playroom rather than his group therapy session. It wasn’t expected at all and had thrown him stupidly off-kilter, but he made himself deal with it for the time being.

So far, they hadn’t spoken much. Things were a little awkward at the start, but he’d taken out the legos and they’d both started building separately.

Tony was unfairly attractive – broad muscles poorly concealed under a carefully pressed suit, dark brown hair combed to perfection, and a beard that he wanted to feel scratching against him.

Or maybe not, it looked kind of itchy.

He had nice, long fingers though, rough from manual work and neatly trimmed nails that looked well taken care of.

He shouldn’t have found the alpha’s hands hot, he couldn’t help but want to feel those fingers stretching him open and–

“I like to build spaceships with them.” Tony placed another block onto his own project. From his spot across the little table, he couldn’t yet tell what it was but it looked like he was trying to build some type of car.

Peter’s spaceship was prettier, but he wouldn’t be opposed to them working on something together when he was done with it.

“I haven’t played with legos in a while, but they’re some of my favorites.”

Peter smiled, remembering his thoughts from the other day. Maybe saying it would get him to buy him some. It wasn’t like being a mob boss’s omega little would involve going out much. Even if it did, Tony didn’t look too stern.

“I like the playground and swimming too.” The alpha laughed softly and put a few more blocks on his car, “The whole playground or just the slide? Because surely you don’t like swings right?”

He let his pacifier fall to the table so he could speak better and shot a dry look at the older man, “You’re silly Mr. Tony. The swings are the best part.”

“Really? I think the slide is better. You get to go down super fast.”

“Well yeah, but with the swings, it’s almost like you’re flying!” The pitch of his voice rose as he explained to Tony how superior the swings were.

He didn’t know how long they had left together, but it seemed like no time at all. They spoke about Star Wars, different kinds of legos, and some of the friends Peter made at the facility.

He didn’t mention his time before, or his old friends, and Tony didn’t bring it up.

The first real whiff of Tony’s scent that he got was when they hugged goodbye under Nurse Maria’s watchful gaze.

It was like being hit by a freight train.

This close he could smell Tony’s gunpowder and whiskey scent with an underlying headiness that came from low-lying arousal. He pressed his nose further into the collar of the alpha’s button-down and made sure to rub the inside of his wrists against the alpha’s side to mark him.

It was definitely improper, and probably against the rules to do so this soon after meeting each other.

The thought of the alpha walking around smelling like him – even a little bit – made him smile for the rest of the day.

Still, he found that he didn’t want to let go. He felt safe in this strange alpha’s arms and had the urge to cuddle up under his blanket with the scent like he’d done earlier. Maybe he could even bring more pillows in, or he could get Tony to scent his little spider without anyone noticing.

Decision made, he grabbed the toy from the edge of the table and pressed it between them.

Behind them, the nurse made a polite not-cough, so Tony started to pull away.

Peter was a little reluctant to do the same but made sure to swipe his little spider against the inside of the alpha’s wrist and quickly steal his scent.

“I’d have done it if you’d asked,” Tony murmured into his ear.

“I don’t think it’s allowed,” he said, quiet as possible.

Tony firmly rubbed the inside of his wrist against his spider’s torso and winked.

“Some rules are meant to be broken.”

Peter watched his back as he turned away, nose pressed firmly into his spider. The scent wasn’t as pure as it’d been on the patches, but it was even better because he’d get to cuddle with it at night.

#nff #starker #nff starker #omegaverse #tony stark #peter parker #avengers #marvel #spiderman #iron man #little angel #belle writes

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somethingwittyandweird · 9 months

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what's your least favorite zelda and what are the nicest things you can say about it?

Coming right for the tricky questions, I see! As a known optimist and enjoyer, I can truthfully say I've never met a Zelda game I didn't like, but any ordered set by definition has to have a least element, so...

The first thing that came to my mind was Link's Awakening, which I've actually yet to finish. I tried to pick up the GBC version on an emulator many years ago, and bought the Fisher Price rerelease on Switch, but both times I've sort of dropped off after a little bit. I do intend to finish it for certain, it's just waiting patiently in backlog purgatory.

(Slight tangent, but I actually experienced something similar with Okami, which is also waiting to be finished... Part of me can't help but wonder if it's indicative of my gaming tastes shifting away from the adventure genre as I grow older, but I'm not keen on coming to terms with that, so I'm choosing not to believe that's the case. Hopefully time will prove the latter me right.)

But as for positives! I think there's an easy answer to this one- just writing this post, the Mabe Village theme has been circling my head. Link's Awakening has some phenomenal music, and I attribute it in large part to just how different it feels. After 30+ years of toying with and riffing on the same motifs, you've heard about every way most of the iconic Zelda tunes can be spun. But Link's Awakening doesn't feel beholden to that legacy (which, I know, at the time of its creation there wasn't much of a legacy behind it yet but shush). It plays in its own musical space, builds its own motifs, and it feels incredibly refreshing to hear (and is one of the big contributors that make Koholint Island feel truly separate from Hyrule). Tal Tal Heights is a close second for my favorite field theme of the whole series, beaten out only by Full Steam Ahead from Spirit Tracks.

Honorable mentions that I remembered while writing this post: I've gotten about an hour into Zelda II and I can remember getting stuck in a death loop where I couldn't progress past a cave with zero visibility, which did actively suck. But, I do feel I owe it more of a fair shake before I judge it. And I also never finished ALBW, but I remember liking the parts of that I did play, so it deserves to be reinserted in the backlogs.

Thanks for the ask!

And go listen to Tal Tal Heights.

#loz #i talk a lot tag #asks #skysometric

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skyward-floored · 1 year

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Courage of Ages: motorcycle chase

*shuffles in*

So the other day I mentioned I found an old fic of a modern au of my Links meeting au, and a few people seemed interested so I cleaned it up and here we are. I have some other fics with these guys floating around, but this is the only modern au one I have so some things are a little different heh.

Who’s who—

Slate: botw Link

Light: 4s adventures Link

Spirit: st Link

Windy: ww Link

Gloam: tp Link

Era: hw Link

And content warning for guns, some injuries, and just sort of dramatic car-chasey things. It’s not too bad, but I figured I better warn you all because stuff does happen. Enjoy.

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“Slate we’re being followed!” Light yelled over the wind.

The teenager driving the motorcycle glanced behind them, then tensed, gripping the handlebars more tightly as he sped up. Windy and Spirit, who were squeezed into the sidecar, yelped as they sped along the road, the black car behind them gradually gaining despite their increased speed.

Light suddenly heard a bang and he ducked, something wizzing by his head and coming so close to his ear he felt it go by.

“They’ve got guns Slate!”

“I kinda figured that out!”

Slate began to swerve, making them all a more difficult target as more gunfire came from behind them.

“What do we do?!” Spirit gasped, face white as a bullet whizzed by his head. Windy pulled him down, looking no less worried but slightly less terrified.

“Why are they even chasing us?” Windy questioned with his brows drawn. “It’s not like we’re rich or anything!”

“Well at least they’re crummy shots,” Light commented as they continued to be shot at, but pointedly not hit. “Maybe we don’t—“

The SUV suddenly put on a burst of speed and ended up right next to them, all four of the teenagers on the bike yelping in surprise. The window of the car rolled down and a large figure in an eerie white and red mask stared at them.

“Slate why aren’t you speeding up?!”

“I can’t without crashing!”

The man leaned out a bit, and they all froze as he held a gun out directly towards Slate.

“The Yiga Clan does nothing by halves,” he sneered in a deep voice, then clicked off the safety.

Light felt his heart leap with fear, but then Slate slammed on the brakes, sending the car shooting off in front of them while he swerved down a side road. Light clung on for dear life as he took a few more sharp turns down some side streets and alleys, then eventually ended back up on a bigger road, farther out from the city.

“Think I bought us a minute or two,” Slate gasped, getting back up a speed no doubt way over the speed limit.

“Now what do we do?!” Spirit yelped, sounding a little hysterical despite them no longer being chased, “who’s the Yiga Clan? Is it like some sort of a gang?! Who made a gang angry?!”

“I bet it was you Light!” Windy accused with a hint of a joke in his voice, and Light was about to protest when cheery music suddenly rang out from Slate’s pocket.

They all fell into surprised silence as the tune continued to play.

“Is that your phone?”

“Oh crap if that’s Gloam we’ll never hear the end of it—“

“Who cares?! Pick it up!”

Light snatched Slate’s, well, slate from his pocket, and picked up the call, nearly dropping the phone as they went over a particularly bumpy spot in the road.

“Hello?” he asked hesitantly.

“Light? Where’s Slate? Where are you guys? You were supposed to be back hours ago!” Gloam’s voice demanded through the slate, loud enough that the rest of them could hear it. “I’ve been trying to call you for almost an hour!”

Light swallowed. “Well, uh, we kinda stayed late to help clean up, and then we saw Malon so we stopped to talk to her, and Erune was around too and then we were talking about this restaurant—“

“Forget that!” Windy interrupted, snatching the slate out of Light’s hands, “Gloam we’re being—“

Tires squealed behind them and the black car reappeared from a side road, more gunshots immediately ringing out as soon as they had a clear shot.

All of the Links yelped and ducked down again, bullets grazing the side of Slate’s bike.

“Aw, I just the paint redone!”

“Windy were those gunshots?” Gloam’s voice came through the slate, sounding frantic.

“Yeah, we’re kinda being chased by crazies in masks with guns?” the teenager explained, equally frantic. “Could you maybe—“

More gunshots rang out, and Windy’s voice cut off into a loud cry.

“Windy!”

Light frantically tried to get a look at his friend, who’d doubled over and was clutching his arm, but the gunshots continued, and one of the bullets finally hit true. It punctured Slate’s back tire, causing the bike to veer wildly towards the edge of the road, and Light could only watch in horror as they swerved straight towards a ditch.

“Oh— hang on!”

The Links all screamed as Slate failed to regain control, and the motorcycle flipped over the guardrail, crashing into the ravine below.

———

A black SUV slowly pulled to a stop where the motorcycle had gone off the road, the guardrail blackened and bent.

Two large men got out of the vehicle, both sporting white masks with a blood-red eye painted on the front. The first pointed down at the ditch and the other leaned over the edge with a heavy-duty flashlight, slowly trawling it over the smoking wreckage of the bike below.

They paused at the sight of an empty helmet lying in the dirt, then continued on.

They searched for what seemed like forever, shining the light over the bushes and rocks, but eventually shut off the light, chuckling to each other. They exchanged a few words, then got back in the SUV and drove away, leaving the wreckage to burn out in silence.

The road went still.

And Slate dazedly poked his head up out of the bushes.

“Guys?” he called out hesitantly, wincing as he shook out an arm.

He wasn’t really hurt from the crash amazingly, apart from some small cuts and bruises. He’d managed to jump off the bike and land in a bush, the branches cuschioning his fall, and he’d thought the others had been right behind him.

Evidently not.

“Slate?”

The teenager turned at the voice, several bushes down from where he had landed. He pushed his way towards it through the shrubs, then gasped, quickly shoving his way through the last one when he saw who it was.

Light lay on the ground, awake, but tightly clutching his leg, face twisted up in pain.

“Light! Hylia, are you okay?” he asked, dropping to his side.

Light stared at him, wincing as he raised an eyebrow. “Dandy. Thanks for asking. I feel great, fantastic even. Maybe I’ll take up ballet—“

He cut off into a sharp keen of pain, and Slate looked down at his leg, feeling his stomach churn when he saw the angle it was at.

“That looks pretty bad Light.”

Light growled and managed to pull himself up into a seating position, breathing heavily through his nose. A few tears shone in his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away when he thought Slate wasn’t looking.

“‘S fine. Are... are those g-guys gone?”

Slate nodded. “They’re gone.”

Light sighed in relief and let his head rest against one of the larger bushes’ trunks.

“Who the heck were they?” he muttered, face set in a worried frown. “I can’t believe they were shooting at us, that’s like, ten different kinds of illegal. And you especially, what was that about?”

Slate bit his lip. “I don’t know. But they... they seemed kinda familiar,” he said, nervously scratching his neck. Him and Light went quiet for a second.

“Do you know where Windy is?” Light asked next, face worried. “Or S-Spirit? They okay?”

Slate shook his head. “I don’t know. You’re the only one I’ve—“

A pained cry cut him off, and the two boys exchanged wide-eyed looks. Light attempted to scramble to his feet, and Slate quickly threw an arm under his shoulder, helping him up and then rushing off in the direction of the sound. The two shoved foliage out of the way as fast as they could, then Slate froze at the sight in front of them, forcing Light to a stop as well.

His motorcycle’s sidecar was above him, wedged loosely in a cleft between two rocks. It looked like it had somehow been flung there after the crash, separated entirely from the bike, and hung precariously over a deeper part of the ravine, teetering in the breeze as if something had just shaken it.

Windy lay on the ground beneath it, face white and shoulder red.

“Windy!” Slate and Light gasped at the same time, and they stumbled to his side, nearly tripping in their haste. The teenager managed to sit up a little as Slate skidded to his side and helped Light down, but his face was twisted in a grimace. Slate put a hand on his unhurt arm and studied the bloodiest looking part of his shoulder, then steadily met the sailor’s eyes.

“Hey. Windy are you okay?” he asked, looking directly at his pale face. The kid swallowed and nodded, then looked up at the sidecar.

“Spirit’s still... still in the s-sidecar,” Windy murmured, and Light grasped his good arm when he started to list to the side. “I tried t-to climb up and get him, but my shoulder...”

“I’ll get him Windy,” Slate assured through his growing panic, gently propping him in a sitting position. It looked like Windy had been nicked by a bullet from what he could tell, and that more than anything was what was making his hands shake.

Why did I ever offer them all a ride home?

“Light, help him keep pressure on his shoulder alright?” he asked in a voice he had to fight to keep from shaking.

Light nodded, and Slate gave them both a reassuring look which he didn’t really feel.

“Okay. I’ll be right back.”

He then began climbing the small cliff, careful not to shift any rocks as he went in case they caused the sidecar to break loose. He winced as several pebbles hit his face, and looked over at his poor sidecar, but he couldn’t see anyone inside from the angle he was at.

“Spirit?” he called, but got no response.

When Slate finally reached the sidecar, he swung himself onto what appeared to be a sturdy ledge, and immediately peeked in... then blanched at the sight inside. Spirit lay at the bottom of the car, pale and unmoving. His helmet was gone, and Slate could see a small gash on his temple, trickling blood down his face and getting in his hair.

“Spirit,” he breathed, and carefully leaned closer.

Slate gently nudged him, but Spirit didn’t react in the slightest, and he quickly stretched his hand out to press his fingers to his neck. A steady-enough beat pulsed under the pads of his fingers and he let out a small sigh of relief. He was breathing at least, that was a start.

Slate shifted his footing on the ledge, and carefully leaned his weight on the sidecar, reaching out to try and pull Spirit closer to him. Something shifted as he leaned though, and he froze, listening to a few pieces of rubble patter down the cliff.

The car was too precariously balanced on the rocks. If he continued to lean on it, the sidecar would likely come loose, crumbling the hillside and sending both him and Spirit to the bottom of the rather steep drop.

But leaning on the sidecar was the only way he’d be able to get Spirit out.

Slate groaned to himself and took a deep breath, then moving as lightly as possible, put more of his weight on the car. It creaked ominously, but Slate ignored it and managed to grab Spirit’s arm, tugging the younger boy closer towards him. Something shifted under his foot, and he bit his lip as he tried to tug Spirit faster, but the younger boy’s leg was stuck on something.

“Ohh, come on,” Slate muttered worriedly, but Spirit’s leg wouldn’t come loose no matter how hard he tugged.

He’d have to climb in the sidecar and get it loose himself.

Slate gritted his teeth, then before his common sense decided to kick in, scrambled forward into the car, ignoring the loud groan that rang out.

Light and Windy shouted something below him, but Slate ignored them as the car shifted under his feet. He quickly tugged Spirit loose from where his leg had been trapped, and bundled the younger boy into his arms before attempting to climb back to the ledge where he’d been perching.

But with Slate’s added weight, the precarious balance of the sidecar has been disturbed. And with an ominous crack, he felt the entire thing began to fall down the cliff.

He only had seconds to make a decision, and without a moment’s hesitation, Slate frantically leapt out of the car. He clutched Spirit to his chest with one arm and reached desperately for the ledge he knew he was too far away to grab with the other. Light and Windy cried out again, and Slate felt his outstretched fingers just barely brush the cliffside.

Then he felt his stomach drop as gravity tugged him and Spirit downwards to the unforgiving ground.

Until two hands snagged his.

Slate gasped as his and Spirit’s fall was abruptly stopped, and he held tightly to the younger boy as he looked up at their savior. Era looked down at him, grunting with the weight of the two as his scarf flapped gently in the wind.

“Era?” he gasped out, heart beating nearly out of his chest. The older Link didn’t reply, merely steadily pulled him and Spirit up, not saying anything until they were safely up on solid ground.

Then he pulled them both into his arms, breathing out a great sigh of relief.

“You all are going to be the death of me I just know it,” he said somewhat breathlessly, giving them both a hug. Slate closed his eyes for a second, letting the steady arms around him help calm him down, and sighed in relief as well.

That had been way too close.

Era pulled back a bit, tilting Spirit’s head with the utmost care as he studied the cut on his temple. “Where are Windy and Light?”

Slate breathed in, his heart still thudding too fast, and gestured below them towards the bushes.

“Down there, they’re hurt, but... they’re okay,” he managed to get out, and Era gently gave his shoulder a squeeze. “How’d... how’d you get here so fast?”

“Gloam sent me the location on your phone. I happened to be nearby, thank goodness,” he murmured, brushing a hand over Spirit’s forehead. “He’s coming too, I’d expect him shortly.“

Slate nodded, only half-processing what he was saying. He was feeling a bit distant from everything all of a sudden, and barely noticed when Era gently set Spirit down in his lap and went to go check on Windy and Light. Slate messed idly with the younger boy’s hair while he held a cloth to his injury, and time seemed to blur a bit as he waited, watching him breathe steadily in his lap.

But before he knew it, Spirit was suddenly being tugged out of his lap, and Slate was pulled into a crushing hug.

“Goddesses I’m glad you’re okay,” a voice Slate recognized as Gloam’s breathed as he squeezed him. Slate rested his head on his shoulder, and sank into his arms a little. “Don’t give me such a terrifying phone call ever again.”

“To be fair, you were actually the one who called him,” Era said from nearby, and Slate belatedly realized both Light and Windy were only a few feet away from him. Apparently Era has gotten them both up out of the ditch, though both were rather pale.

“I don’t care who called who, I just don’t want to receive another phone call where I hear you all being chased and shot at,” Gloam said, still hugging Slate. He sighed and pulled back, and scanned his face. “Are you hurt?”

“Not really,” Slate answered quietly. “Some bruises, little sore. The others are worse, did you call an ambulance yet?”

“No,” Era said, checking on Spirit again. “And we’re not going to.”

“Wait, what?” Slate asked, looking over at him in confusion. “Why not?”

“Yeah, a motorcycle crash and bullet wound and everything else would generally be considered a 911 kind of situation,” Light murmured with a raised eyebrow.

Era and Gloam exchanged looks.

“...if these men were who we think they were... it wouldn’t have been wise,” Era said quietly. “Light told me they said they were Yiga clan. And Yiga don’t just randomly chase down a bunch of teenagers. If you went to the hospital they might find you there. And based on what happened here... they had a reason for what they did.”

“What kind of reason?” Light asked in a quiet voice.

Era sighed, but before he could reply, Windy suddenly sagged, nearly falling over backwards. Light managed to catch him, but Windy still looked dazed, and Gloam quickly went to help him.

“‘m alright,” Windy mumbled, and Era shook his head.

“No, you’re not. This conversation can wait, let’s get you all home,” he murmured, standing up with Spirit in his arms. “We’ll call Hibiscus, if he can’t fix you all up he’ll know someone who can.”

The rest of them merely nodded in exhaustion.

Getting them all fixed up enough to get home and then settled into Gloam’s car took some doing, and Light actually passed out at one point, which Slate supposed was a small mercy considering how much they were moving him and his leg.

Era continued to hold Spirit as he settled into the front next to Gloam, and Windy slid carefully in next to Slate, his arm wrapped as tightly as they could get it. Light got set in between them, and as they finally drove off, Slate rested his head on the window, closing his eyes in exhaustion.

His mind was working in overdrive trying to figure out why those masks had seemed so familiar, but he wasn’t coming up with anything. The red eyes printed on them filled him with a sickening dread and anger, but he had no clue why.

And not knowing was freaking him out.

He sighed, and felt Light stir a little from next to him, mumbling a bit. He looked over, then wordlessly pulled Light’s head to rest on his shoulder, the other boy relaxing and falling back asleep.

Slate himself drifted off a few minutes later, the night’s events finally catching up to him.

#writing from the floor #courage of ages #legend of Zelda au #fic #legend of zelda #coa slate #coa Spirit #coa Gloam #coa light #coa Windy #coa era #modern au #not my best work but people wanted to see it #still feels weird posting writing about these guys I feel all flustered now

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Hemisphere (Huan Rao)

This fig was inspired by Zhehan's performance of his song Huan Rao on his Viya Livestream appearance on May 21, 2021.

Here's the link of his performance on Youtube:

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The moment at 2:32 is the moment that this fig captures!

Here's also a photos of this:

And then another one of him looking beautiful so you can see his full outfit:

Zhehan's True Heart performance of Huan Rao is my favorite (for obvious Gong Jun singing related reasons!) but I absolutely love Huan Rao in whatever version. I have several different copies of it on my phone, and I love to drive around running errands with it playing. It's super catchy and a ton of fun!

The fig maker sold this fig individually and with the mirror as an optional add on. No add on is actually optional in the Figthusiast household, so of course I bought it.

Speaking of add ons, the matching Lao Gong Hemisphere version also exists and was released later, so please stay tuned for that (when it arrives at my doorstep)!

Our swaying little man here arrived with his mirror and...something else. I originally thought that little wishbone clip in the bag was to fix him to the mirror, but as you'll see in a bit, it's not necessary, and there's also no place to use it (that I can tell). I kept it, so if any of you clever folks out there know, do tell!

Here's the pieces, unpacked. The shiny blue and the kind of dull film on the black base are protective film that I peeled off.

And here they are! Along with the same unknown little wishbone clip. You can see how there isn't any holes in the base or the mirror to insert it.

And here it is assembled from the back. You can see how the mirror surface kind of curves at the top where the mirror bends to go into the slots on the base.

We'll start with the fig itself. This fig, quite literally by design, cannot stand on it's own, so I tried to do my best to take pics of him lying down.

This outfit, I have to admit, is not one of my favorite ones of his (you could see that coming, couldn't you?) It is, however, quite striking in fig form, and also really super complicated. The plaid pattern alone! Not to mention that truly wild polka-dotted shirt. I particularly like the rings on his left hand, especially since they figure so heavily in the last scene of the song.

The plaid pattern of course is not just complicated, it's shiny! Zhehan's metallic suit does gleam in the lights on his stage, so it's only right the fig maker rendered that into the outfit.

I think the patterning here is just fantastic. Look at that crisp, sharp, clean detail.

What a cute fig with his leg up in the air! I like the pop of blue of his shoes - that's also nice and sharp with the logo and also the decoration over the laces.

He's singing his little heart out! His expression is so cute.

The bright blue soles are so great. I had to scroll back up to the video and re-watch it just to pay attention to his shoes. Usually when I watch his videos I'm so focused on his face I don't notice little details like this. But yep, bright electric blue!

The amount of hours fig makers have put into lovingly crafting Zhehan's butt...

The mind is simply too small to comprehend. Not that a single minute of that has been wasted, mind you!

Alright, on that high note, let's switch over to the fig with the mirror!

I put Zhehan on the base and leaned him back slightly, and he had absolutely no problem standing up like this. I walked him around on the base to carry him to my cabinets, and he never budged.

You can see that the mirror surface kind of bends a bit at the top, but that's necessary to angle the mirror appropriately.

From a higher up angle so you can see a bit more how the fig stands in between the mirrors.

I haven't historically had a ton of luck shooting reflective surfaces in my past blogging life, so I was relieved that this wasn't difficult at all!

I really like the inclusion of the coin toss on the box artwork, and how the fig maker designed it to look like the coin was coming toward us. Just delightful!

Material: PVC (for the fig) and acrylic (for the mirror stand)

Fig Count: 266

Scene Count: 20

Rating: I just need one smile from you and I’ll be fine

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

#zhang zhehan #junzhe #huan rao #surround #woh cast #word of honor cast #shl cast #figthusiast #Youtube

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Title: I See That It's Me Who's Lost and Never Found Rating: General Word Count: 1890 Ships: Steddie Major tags: depression Additional tags: I can't think of anything Summary: Eddie has been slowly introducing Steve to his music to better learn Steve's tastes and find that perfect middle ground. Thew newest album found a little more than either of them expected. AO3 Collection: here Author's Note: This came from a prompt on discord to use Dio's Rainbow in the Dark as a prompt and this is what I came up with. it's not much but I like it.

Music was a major part of Eddie’s life but Steve could take it or leave it. Sure he’d click the radio on when he drove to work but he didn’t always give a lot of thought to which station. His parents gifted him albums they heard were popular and his grandparents would send records of stuff that’d never been popular.

Friends had always shared their favorites with him and he’d eventually associate the music with the person. Not loving the songs as much as the memories attached. Robin’s mixtape for deep cleaning days at Scoops was something he still had memorized. There were a few bands he didn’t like, again, not because of their music but because of who listened to them or where he’d heard it last.

Still, it was nice. Collecting all these bits of people he knows, people he cares about, and putting them in a mismatched little collection just for him. Like people who bring rocks back from every vacation.

Eddie was now folded into that. Dropping little bits of himself into Steve’s musical taste. He was so eager to share his massive music collection with Steve that the first time he brought music over for Steve it was twenty tapes shoved in a grocery bag. Some were entire albums, bought from a store, others were mix tapes recorded off the radio. All of it was very, very Eddie.

It wasn’t all metal either. He also had bits of other people folded into what was expected. Stuff Wayne had taught him about, albums his old neighbor gave him, and others he wouldn’t talk about. There were as many surprises as expected albums.

Steve learned there was no shortage of tapes either. They were coming out of everywhere. Yet with all that selection, Eddie seemed to pick one and carry it everywhere. Stuffed in his pocket like a wallet because god forbid they took a drive and didn’t listen to the album of the moment.

Music meant something to Eddie though. Tunes were prepared just in case. Not an afterthought but a reason to gather. Something to be experienced, digested and played to death. With it not being a big concern for Steve, it was easy to default to what Eddie wanted to listen to. Sometimes Eddie would ask, though, he’d offer to let Steve pick the music or he’d pull from Steve’s limited selection and just decide that’s what they were listening to.

Not that Steve didn’t like what Eddie listened to. He wasn’t going to rush out and buy everything Black Sabbath ever made or fight to be front row at Judas Priest but there were albums he preferred over others. Something Eddie took diligent notes on and brought over new music accordingly.

It’d been a while since Eddie had dropped off music homework but he said he needed Steve to listen to this one for data purposes. Straddling the line between things Steve had enjoyed and ones he’d been less excited about, this album held the answers to cracking the code. According to Eddie.

The album was Holy Diver by Dio, a name Steve had heard plenty of times. In a weird way, a name he already felt an attachment to after wearing it across his shoulders. It’d become synonymous with not just Eddie but a crush, the journey of self-discovery that followed, and the trying on of new labels that fit better than that vest. (Which is to say nothing the war waged whilst wearing it)

Making it odd this never came up. If it was a band Steve already linked to Eddie, one he could name, he should have known a song or two but it’d been months since they started this journey of musical discovery. Leaving Steve a little too curious to hear it. He’d yet to be excited about an album but this one didn’t wait around long.

Eddie had come back for the review after Steve had the tape for a couple of weeks and oh how he’d listened to it. More than any other album and he’d gone so far as to bring it into the car when he had to head out of town the other day. Something Eddie couldn’t learn about or Steve would never hear the end of it.

For now, he sat clicking the cassette case open and closed, there was something so satisfying about the sound it made. It kept a lot of Steve’s attention as Eddie asked his questions. Steve played his part, answered like he always did, and downplayed how he felt about it. Carefully peppering in real feelings and testing to see how Eddie handled the review.

It was the first time Steve had something more to offer than which songs he liked or how he felt about the lead singer’s voice. He just had to figure out a way to share this all with Eddie.

The normal stuff was quickly exhausted though and Steve was left with a bit of awkward silence. He had more he could say and he’d practiced putting it into words. However, faced with something other than his empty room, it was a little harder to get them out. The last time he’d reviewed something beyond the basics it was to say it brought on headaches. Something both personal and accurate. Eddie was surprisingly understanding in that situation but this was so much more.

“Do you know that one, uh, Rainbow in the Dark?” Steve asked, smoothing his finger along the spine of the tape, adamantly not looking at Eddie.

Eddie gently took Steve’s hand and robbed him of the comfort he was providing himself. Also giving the all too real reminder someone else was here, his words were being heard.

“Of course, it’s a great song. I mean, maybe not one of my favorites but I don’t try and skip it or anything either. I keep it cranked when that comes on,” Eddie kept his voice soft, like late-night conversations they didn’t want heard but were secretly thankful the other was there for.

“What does it…what’s it about? I mean, a rainbow in the dark? That’s not even possible, right?”

“You’re not supposed to think about it that hard. It just sounds cool?”

Steve’s eyes wander up, and that familiar feeling of doing it wrong started to paint the edges of Eddie’s words. Like there’s a joke sitting under them, waiting to be revealed, because Steve can’t even listen to music right. He can’t do anything right. So he nods in agreement, better to just feel dumb for a minute than explain himself and hear how dumb he’s being.

Unlike Robin or Dustin or Erica, Eddie doesn’t accept the silent resignation. His forefinger slips under Steve’s chin as he forced eye contact. The gesture showed off the way Eddie softened while Steve wasn’t looking. The vibrating excitement of talking about music has disappeared and his big brown eyes were trying to read Steve, to assess this situation.

“What about the song?” he asks in the quietest of voices. One that would shock the Hellfire Club too used to their boisterous, animated leader.

“Well, it’s just like, the lyrics maybe do mean something? They do totally sound cool, I wasn’t sure if they were, like, talking about the good things coming out of bad or impossible things maybe? I listened to it a lot.”

“You did?”

“A lot,” Steve sighed. Admitting it felt a little less shameful than he’d expected.

“Tell me about it? What-what-what…why that song?”

“I think it’s kinda hard to explain. I thought I was going to bring the song up and you’d go off on what it means to you and I could just agree.”

Steve shifted in his seat for what felt like the millionth time, why his bed wasn’t comfortable anymore didn’t make a lot of sense but Steve couldn’t find a good way to sit. Eddie moved enough to let him shift and returned a hand to some part of Steve each time.

“You wanna try anyways?”

Flopping backward, Steve signed again and Eddie turned to face him, rubbing a hand on Steve’s thigh. The constant touch took a while to get used to and even now, Steve didn’t feel deserving of it. Unfortunately, he’d run out of ways to try and convince Eddie of that so he focused on the warmth and comfort Eddie’s hand provided.

“It’s about not being able to be what you know you can, right? You know how sometimes I don’t want to go do whatever and Robin has to come to drag me out of bed? I always have fun, I’m usually glad I went but, like, it’s hard to get there. He says the lightning is free but he’s not.”

Eddie didn’t say anything but he nodded, still paying attention completely.

“That didn’t make a lot of sense, it’s not the same thing, those two things. Robin’s making sure I don’t stay trapped or whatever, like, I don’t let myself? But that’s different than being free because I’ve never been that, ya know? Not really.”

“No, it made sense. I got you,” Eddie said with a smile.

Steve didn’t need any prompting now, the floodgate had opened. He hadn’t expected the relief he felt though even as he struggled to put coherent sentences together.

“You know? It’s needing help but help isn’t coming so you just have to hide it. Maybe that’s the rainbow part? Since you can’t see it in the dark, it’s hiding. But it’s also kind of like all the stuff we’ve seen too. We can’t talk about it and me and you? We probably carry pieces of the literal demon, which obviously the singer doesn't mean but we’re in a weird position. All that stuff, it bogs you down, man. It’s hard.”

“This one spoke to you, huh?”

“I liked the whole side, I probably played it out.”

That brought out that soft smile with sad eyes that people did all the time. Steve hated it. He earned it back in childhood, back before he knew what it meant. Eddie, however, followed it up by laying down. With his head on Steve’s chest, it was Eddie’s turn to take a moment and pick his words.

“If you ever need someone to talk to, you know I’m here, right? No matter what or when. And if you want to talk to someone else, I’m okay with that too. Professionally, I mean, because if you start spilling your guts to Wheeler, I might get a bit jealous.”

“Does it matter which one?”

“Very funny. I’m serious though. You don’t have to hide in the dark.”

The way Eddie’s voice wavered when he said that, the way he didn’t take the joke as a path out of this conversation, had Steve aware of the tears building up. He’d been holding them back and he was thankful Eddie couldn’t see as they started to fall. Something Steve showed appreciation for by rubbing Eddie’s back. A gesture he hoped also conveyed his thanks.

They lay like that for a while. Supporting each other was always a bit tricky, Steve struggled more than Eddie, but this felt right. He’d let out everything he was thinking and it was accepted, not mocked or used against him. Things felt a little lighter…a little brighter.

#fun little fic #steddie #hawkins radio shack prompt #stranger music anthology

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A Royal County Day

Today was our first day of golf and what a day it was! RCD lived up to all expectations. The course was very challenging and everything you would expect from a links course of it’s reputation. Some things I found particularly surprised by was how fast and rolling the greens were and how some of the tougher holes had domed shaped greens that gave you very little landing area for your approach shots. The front nine of RCD has had endless articles written about it as being the best nine holes of golf ever designed. I’m not a golf expert but from my point of view it was a beautifully difficult test of golf!!

We had outstanding caddies, Patrick and Lenny. They knew the course well and one was a story teller and the other offered the inside gossip of the club. The course itself had huge heathered mounds that were flowering with a bright yellow type of gorse which made the scenery even the more dynamic. The deep blue sea running alone side the course, the mountains of Mourne forming a striking background and the variety of greens of the golf course itself sprinkled with the brown sand traps and the mounds of bright yellow gorse. Truly picturesque.

On the tenth hole, I thought our golf trip was going to come to a quick end as I scaled the side of huge green side mound or should a say almost a cliff, which was only suitable territory for a mountain goat, to attempt to deliver a spectacularly executed flop shot from a ball buried knee deep in the heather. I know, brilliant idea! After a swing and advancing the ball three feet further down the side of the mound. I made a second attempt and that was one attempt too many as I temporarily lost my balance and started to go over backwards but being the finely tuned athlete I am...not... I managed to catch myself and gingerly scaled down the mound of my hands, knees and feet!! That was Kim’s first I told you so moment of the trip! I hate when she’s right!!!

One of the interesting bits of info we found out during the round was that Eli and Peyton Manning had bought the five star hotel located a block or two away from the course. We were unable to get a room there because it was going through a major renovation which the Mannings are, of course, funding.

Some stats from the first round. I will being keeping a running total throughout the trip: (Kim prefers keeping hers to herself:-)

Score 97

Yardage Played - 6297

Lost Balls - 2

No. of Pars, Birdies, Eagles - 3 pars (I wouldn’t dare share the number of bogeys, double bogeys and worse:-) Remember I’m an 18 hdcp!

Steps - 14,389

Miles Walked - 6.2

Green Fee - $375

Caddie Fee - 60 pounds plus tax (These last two stats are a little tacky but I know you’re curious on what it’s going to cost you when you take your Irish Golf Vacation!!)

After the round, Kim and I headed to Quinn’s, a well known pub in Newcastle for a pint or two of Guinness and bar food! The atmosphere was what you would expect from a weathered old Irish pub. - Great vibe, good food and the friendliest people you’ll find anywhere!

Then back to The Briers for our last night stay before moving on to Portstewart. I think we’re close to shaking the jet lag which means tomorrow we’ll probably go low at the next course we play, Ardglass Golf Club. BTW Low means lower than the 97 I shot today!

Stay tuned!!

PS - The pictures posted just don’t capture how rolling and massive some of the mounds are but they still give you an idea of the experience.

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wojit · 1 year

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🎶 when you get this, optionally list 5 songs you've been listening to & tag 5-10 people.

Tagged by @girlonthelasttrain, whose tracks I’m listening to now and damn Fortapt slaps so hard, I just bought the album. I’m gonna play it again when I’m done here. In contrast, my list has ended up extremely poppy.

Carly Rae Jepsen - I Want You In My Room Already my most listened to track over the last year according to last.fm, but I saw Carly Rae a fortnight ago and so now it’s in my head every second day. Very aspirational.

Brian Wilson - Vega-Tables These days I’m real slow at reading any novel that is neither graphic nor visual, so I’ve been very slowly working my way through Summer Fun by Jeanne Thornton, and it is brilliant, and also keeps making me think of Brian Wilson and Smile in particular. There are some great contenders, but this is probably my fav track off Smile.

Oliver Sim - Hideous I saw a bunch of stuff in the Mardi Gras Film Festival recently, and ultimately my fav was the full 30 minute film of Hideous, as part of the Queer Horror Shorts. Maybe less effective out of the entire context, but this finale absolutely brought me to tears, as a sudden appearance of Jimmy Somerville is apt to do.

Anna Meredith - Inhale Exhale Tbf it’s going back a few months to when I was really playing this on repeat, but it’s been a major song for me over the last coupla years, and I ended up stealing a lyric from it for the title of the one fic I wrote. It’s that, like, simultaneous combo of frantic and calm that does it for me.

They Might Be Giants - Last Wave After Alanis Morissette, TMBG were the first band I got big into, but I have heard very little of their newest stuff. But a few weeks ago an old friend linked me to this video demonstrating how the demo of Last Wave was written to sync up with the music video for Walk This Way, and initially I found it very funny, and then I had the song stuck in my head for three days straight. Anyway, now I have tickets to finally, for the first time, see them in October.

Tagging @playologist and @submalevolentgrace and @youandwhoseamy and @catchychoons and anyone else who wants to think about and share some tunes.

#music

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nimrodinked · 11 months

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The Power of Low-Design Games

Hello again everyone. I recently streamed one of my old favorite relaxation games on my YouTube channel (A link if you're interested in content even more glacial than my Tumblr: https://youtube.com/@nimrod3646)

And I was shocked that the game snuck in new little features in my absence of playing. I remarked a lot on it while going through, but for those not in the mood to tune into a 4 hour tinkering stream, perhaps this will better suit you.

Jalopy. It's a game I bought an age ago, with a simple overall design doc. You are someone living in Berlin, when your Uncle Lutfi comes by to teach you about travelling in his old Laika car. The game follows your simple driving adventures as you go from Berlin to Turkey, then back. That's really all the game has to offer. It's shocking, then, that I used to log so many hours into it. There are a myriad of simple yet enjoyable activities that keep you occupied and engaged throughout. You can find refuse or abandoned cars on your drive, taking engine parts and crates full of goods to sell off at stores on your drive. You can upgrade your car with engine improvements, tyres, and other extra upgrades that improve your driving experience. Nothing is too in-depth, but each mini system offers the player just enough to get lost in on an easy and relaxed playthrough. Now, I'm something of a magpie when it comes to games. I spot anything shiny or interesting and pick it up to hoard and (eventually) play. Jalopy was just what I happened to scrape up in my trawling net and try out, and I'm sorely happy that I did. What Jalopy does so right is in presenting all of the mentioned mini systems in a simple, sanded-down package. Your uncle, as well as every other body model is sculpted with simple polygons, lacking any facial features other than hair. Like an old cartoon, your uncle's jacket has a texture that moves when he does. That blocky polygon look persists with everything else, lending a simple and stylized drive through the countries and mountains you're passing through. It is... Profoundly tiny budget. When you bump into a car as a person, it plays one of only a few metallic smashing noises. A few lucky passes and proper route selections, and you can have a fully built car (as I did in my new game playthrough) before you reach turkey. It could absolutely be derided for the tiny scale the game operates on... But honestly, the charm captures me. It's done within means, and I'm much more happy to enjoy the simple environments and listen to German radio than I think I might be playing something like my summer car or the like. As I also said during play, the game feels small, but in a comfortable sense. Small in that I like the options I have, and don't want for too much more. Small in that, if it were ever remade as the developer teased at, I would hope that they preserved the original as much as possible. It's a miniscule little game that wraps me in warmth and comfort I cannot find in a great many titles I play. It's a game where you have a simple task, an easy, rewarding system, and just enough on your plate to plan ahead while you drive the highways and mountain roads of eastern Europe. The dev has since moved on to bigger and better things with Landlords Super, and I have played that enough for a lifetime (I'll still boot it up time and again to play from scratch, it is just as addictive and enjoyable). It's a wonderful contrast that simply manifested in my mind while I played. Because I had planned to swap over to Frostpunk at some point, and try for a challenge run win. And I just kept driving instead. One more station, one more upgrade, I was in turkey before I really looked at the time. And I filled four hours of time with semi-frequent ramblings alone in my stream, playing in game radio and out of game radios from other games I enjoy. No one but me, the road, and Uncle Lutfi to keep me company on a long rainy ride to somewhere. And that, is a feeling that I'll always want to come back to, and one that never goes away with age. When I want Jalopy, Jalopy is there for me to play just as comfy as when I first bought it.

Thanks for reading. The stream is up and, if you've time to run it in the background, I hope it imparts a bit of the comfort that I receive from playing it onto you.

#video games #jalopy #YouTube

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tabletonki · 2 years

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E x battlefield 4 wallpaper

I'd love to see End of the Line from Battlefield: Bad Company make a recurrence, complete with Tijuana Serenade opening tune and Radio Surf on at all times. My suggestion has its work already cut out for me though. The winner of the contest will get a limited edition Battlefield 3 lithograph signed by the entire crew at DICE, a great prize for a fan of their work. DICE wants us to submit our idea for a new multiplayer map that for all we know could end up in the game through a later expansion or title update, or perhaps in Battlefield 4. The last bit of Premium content we'll be getting this month is in the form of a community contest. A few can be seen above while DICE has another piece on their original post on the Battlefield Blog (link below), that appears to be of Scrapmetal, the recently added vertical-gameplay factory map from Close Quarters. The video will show off gameplay of Armored Kill before it releases this September while the concept art album will be in downloadable form and is stated to have twenty-four high-res pieces that many of haven't been shown to the public before. (1 Itll result in a more natural posture and expression, and a (Ex: Two. Every 5,000 players who share DICE's Facebook post about the event will increase its length by twelve hours up to a maximum of three days tacked on to this event, which could potentially turn it in to more of a double XP week, or just a really long weekend.Īs of writing this, it's already above 20,000 shares for another two days automatically, but there's still more than enough time to bump that to 30,000 shares before it starts on Saturday.įollowing that weekend on the 29th, both the exclusive Premium video and the concept art album will be made available on Battlelog. full-auto BF4 Increase Headshot Damage - Sunday Mailbox - Battlefield 3 4. Lastly a sense of supremacy over other systems. A resolution bump on the xbox platform would be a win for consumers that bought the game would create more revenue for new adopters and for very little in the way of development. DICE added a bonus to this weekend, however, likely as it seems very late in the month compared to their last double XP event. Bf4 runs at 900p on playstation 4 upwards and is noticeably easier to play. This month's set includes an exclusive gameplay video from Armored Kill, a bunch of cool concept art from all over the game's locations, the next Premium-only double XP weekend, and a community contest to pitch a new multiplayer map concept to DICE.įirst up comes the double XP weekend that hits this Saturday and Sunday, August 25th and 26th. Some of the concept art that will be made available to Premium members looking for a great new wallpaper.Īlthough it may seem a little late by this point as the month draws to a close, DICE unveiled their premium content for August in one fell swoop.

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Lucifer

The way he squints challengely at you when you spot a single paper plane on the corner of his office that looks suspisciously like a document.

The ultimate betrayal as he nudges the back of your knees with his own consequently making you almost lose balance.

The concentrated furrow of his brows upon his closed eyes as he tests the sounds of an old violin, big eyelashes slowly fluttering open as he gives a satisfied smile.

Present him a plushie and enjoy the sight as he takes a final look at his documents and any lost messages before going to bed, all the while keeping said plushie confortably sitting on his leg, his fingers absentmindely rubbing the soft texture every once in a while

Mammon

The casualness as you fix each other's clothes and accessories, your hands unwrinkling his collar, his fiddling with your own. Expect to have any long sleeves you wear suddenly be folded up whenever you guys sit near each other.

The teasing peek of skin from his belly and hips as his shirt rolls up just enough when he stretches his arms up with a very long, and slightly exagerated, yawn.

Having him laying on his arms on your middle, the adorable scrunch of his face, rubbing it on his arms as he tries to wipe off the growing smile on his lips when you give his nose an affectionate and gentle pinch.

Peeking from behind a tree and having him chase you around in circles until either of you decide to just to grab onto the other forcefully.

Leviathan

Tying his bangs in a cute little ponytail on the top of his head and watching as he refuses to undo it with pride for the entire day if the tie used was Ruri-Chan themed.

Making voices with him in front of a fan on a hot day, and watching as he starts to make more and more different voices and references the more confortable he gets.

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Hugging him close and playing with his hair as he burries his entire face on your shoulder and squeezing you closer with his arms each passing minute until he finally relaxes.

Satan

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Asmodeus

The sight of him humming along to a tune with an absentminded smile as he paints his toe nails. There are clips in his hair to keep his bangs away from his eyes, toe separators on his feet and definetelly a few stains on his hands.

The way he looks in your direction with a wrigling brow as he flips his scarf dramatically over his shoulder in front of a store's one sided mirror.

Sharing a candied apple and watching as he smiles, small pieces of candy still stuck on and off his lips, giddy at both the idea of sharing it with you and the sweet taste of the lovely treat.

The happy twirl he gives as he shows off to you the new outfit he bought, clapping excitedly after having you do the same to him, possibly with the help of his own hand, spinning you smoothly almost like in a dance.

Beelzebub

Kissing the very tip of his nose and watching as the corners of his mouth squishes his reddening cheeks as he smiles so hard to the point he may not even be able to keep his eyes open anymore.

The almost bratty but adorable pout he gives when you deny him a sample of the still in process of making food before he proceeds to basically glue himself to your back, his head resting on your shoulders or head, expectant eyes watching as you move.

The sight of his hunk figure crouching down in front of a flower bed, his careful fingers giving the flowers a series soft and gentle nudges and touches, his face devoid of expression as he pays attention to every single detail. He nods, his face now carrying a satisfied smile. They were healthy.

Having him gladly and happily bend his head down to your height as you reach your hands into his hair, giving him a well deserved head pat.

Belphegor

Hanging up a blanket on top of a very throughly organized nest of pillows and stuffed animals in the dark, snuggling to him shoulder to shoulder, a flashlight in one hand, Grimm Fairy Tales on the other.

Watching as he succumbs himself to the rule of kittens as he lays down on the floor, giving a free pass for the small felines to climb and snuggle into his face, neck and body all they wanted.

Whispering ridiculous things right into each other's ears in an attempt to make the other laugh out loud in the worst places and situations.

Curling with him under a big blanket on a cold day, each with their own mug of hot chocolate. The adorable sight of a very obvious cream moustache that has made it's place on the sleepy demon's face.

Solomon

Taking Use of the closeness of your boddies while cuddling as an opportunity to tickle the hell out of him and watching as he struggles to decide if he should focus on getting out of your betraying hold or if he should keep on blocking your wriggling hands that keep reaching for his most sensitive spots.

Going on a small trip to the human world and somehow ending the day laughing your hearts out as you ride a two seats bike, that came equipped with two very nostalgic bells, together.

Sitting together with your backs touching, the immortal sorcerer closing his eyes, you being able to feel his every breath as he inhales and exhales, his body relaxing and melting into your presence alone.

Taking part of his shenanigans in the kitchen, feeding each other surprisingly edible samples, a happy smile never once leaving his face.

Simeon

Having your feet on top of his or his on top of yours as you both give in an attempt at slow dancing, his chuckles reverberating between your touching bodies, the vibrations leaving behind a small and giddy tingle on your skin.

Having him sit on the floor in front of you, your fingers combing through his dark hair and his body becoming more and more slouched as you attempt to style the silky strands into a braid.

Hands linked in the air for balance as each of you walk alongside an abandoned rail trail together, both of you aware, almost sheepishly, of how cheesy said action in fact was.

Sitting side by side on top of a tree branch, his fingers softly holding onto yours as both of you gaze into the distance, a gentle breeze swaying your clothes as the two of you enjoy a moment of confortable silence.

Diavolo

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Introducing him to the human world "magicians", his face morphing through a chain of expressions as he watches in wonderous amazement tricks ranging from simple card tricks to making things desappear, reapear and multiply.

Kissing each other all over the face, little smoochy noises getting mixed with a fit of giggles as both of you were set on not leaving a single patch of skin unkissed, even thought the two of you were now smiling too hard to even do it properly.

Barbatos

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