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[flowercrowngods]

for the first sentence ask: a little bit of angst for the king of angst 💕

“He's never going to forgive me for this.”

hdhdhd i melt aah 😭🤍 idk what this is but yeah!

“He’s never going to forgive me for this.”

It’s a whispered certainty weaving itself into the very fabric of the universe the second the words leave Steve’s lips in what’s barely louder than an exhale — and barely stronger than it, too, for his body is numb with dreadful fear that shadows whatever determination he’s still feeling underneath all of this.

“What’s one boy’s forgiveness against the weight of all these lives saved?” the creature asks him, condescension and even a hint of curiosity in its voice as it echoes inside Steve’s mind in that he’s never quite grown used to.

Everything, he wants to say, biting his tongue in the last moment even though he knows the creature, the monster, is inside his head already, chuckling along as the cracks of his heart fill with, He’s everything.

“Do you hesitate, boy, because you’ve changed your mind and rejected my offer?”

It reminds him that this creature is stronger than Vecna and the only chance they’ll get at winning, after so many tries; and with one last glance at his friends — his family, found and kept — frozen in time, the vision of Eddie making his heart stumble and shatter, Steve shakes his head and finally caves and lets the tears roll down his face (mourning, even though he will be the one who dies), as Steve Harrington becomes the Unforgiven.

send me an ask with the first sentence of a fic and i’ll write the next five 🌷 continuation welcome

#wow i’m really just finding ways to prolong these sentences hdhdh do you hate me yet? 😂😂👀 #anyway idk what this is maybe one of you does lmaoo #steddie fic #steddie #ish??? if i had more sentences i would clarify that but in my head it’s definitely steddie okay #ask game answered #molten words that really deserve more sentences nfhdhdh

[monn-i]

shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals <3

WHOAAA THANK YEW 4 THE ASK YAY !! note that this playlist has over 800 songs and also is . several years old so miiight be a bit outdated but we'll see :3 havent shuffled it yet so who knows what i'll unearth x3 1) chemical overreaction - will wood + tapeworms 2) to the end - mychem 3) lights out - msi 4) puppy - glass beach 5) idontcareanymore - alice gas had to mix in some diff playlists other than my big main one because it was . full of stuff i havent listened to in YEARS . also reshuffled when i got the same artist (will wood. it was will wood . 3/5 of these wouldve been will wood . ) thanks 4 the ask game ouhh this was v fun >_<

#ask game #ask game answered #moni meowz

[heavenssexiestangel]

Gadreel for the character bingo!

i hope you understand me

#gadreel my dearly beloved #gadreel spn #character bingo #ask game answered #mousedetective

[lady-ofmidnight]

What's your favorite dinosaur?

Hmmm time to dig out my pop up dinosaur encyclopedia.

I have reached my decision.

This one. I like the color.

#I think it's missing its head #oh well #ask game answered #ask game

[walker-extended-universe]

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“It’s gonna be kinda weird, having him gone.”

“Yeah….” Geri interlocked their fingers as they rocked on the porch. “I mean, I’ll enjoy having a full night’s sleep again but…. I liked the little guy.”

#ask game answered

[peridot-the-photographer]

Truth: Favorite photo you've taken recently?

#ask game answered #pokemon irl #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pkmn irl #rotumblr #Socks the kantonian vulpix

[mirrorthoughts]

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send this to the last 7 people in your notifs! Let’s get to know each other better. (Anon or not, it doesn’t matter).

💕

hmmm.... three random facts <.<...

I just got a new thermos cup a couple of days ago and I love it! it's large enough for ~750ml tea and has one of those fancy press-a-button-to-open-and-drink-lids which I'm very happy about since my old thermos cup actually opened too easily which led to a little disaster with coffee a couple of months ago <.<...

I'm currently thinking about making an escape room in Escape Simulator! Though I don't like the controls for the Escape Simulator editor rn, but that's a me-problem >.>

I have a so called Quest Calender this year where you rip off one page a day and get to play a little D&D-style rpg and I haven't played since last friday bc I get distracted at home (the calender is usually in my office for a 5 minute fun break during work)

#lucky-bishop #ask game #ask game answered

[the-sound-of-her-wings]

For the "Leave the first sentence of a fic in my ask box" game:

Sometimes people leave, but sometimes they come back.

Sometimes people leave, but sometimes they comeback. Or, in the case of Jason Todd, sometimes people die after being beaten and exploded only to be resurrected by their father's immortal ex-girlfriend. Images of his mangled corpse flood her mind, of Batman holding on to him as he sobs, of the funeral days later. She takes a sip of her tea that Alfred had so generously prepared, swallowing the bile with it. Of course, she isn't supposed to know any of that.

"You Bruce's new fling?" Jason asks, leaning against the counter, decidedly unimpressed.

#ask game answered #jason todd #.... man this actually kind of slay should i make this into something???

[blazing-torque]

🧁

- fangirl anon (aka the anon that flipped her lid after seeing you were on rotomblr)

🧁 (cupcake) what is their favorite dessert

It's a tie between the Scorbunny Berry Sandwich and the Burnt-Caramel Vulpix Sundae. You should try them sometime. They're really good.

#pkmn irl #rotomblr #rotumblr #ask game answered #fangirl anon #hi 👋

[flowercrowngods]

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

hmm i don’t know about reading, but writing i can tell you: a the rest of us just live here-esque wayne munson/scott clarke story of how they find each other through the years of canon events

for context, the rest of us just live here is a beautiful YA novel by patrick ness in which the protagonists live in a city where The Chosen Ones kinda wreak havoc every now and then and they’re really just kids who don’t have special powers and who are just dealing with teenage angst and stuff, essentially shining a light on the lives of those who don’t get to change the world but have to live in a world that’s changed

all the canon events still happen, except we get an outsider pov that’s unaware of everything at best, and ignorant of it at worst.

for the sake of ✨hyper specificity✨ let me paint you a picture

the story would start in a little corner café, early enough in the day for scott to stop and grab a coffee because it’s something he used to do in university and then later as a teacher student and then when he started out, and he can’t shake the habit and at this point he doesn’t want to anymore, appreciating the extra bit of time in the morning taken to read up on the news or latest scientific breakthroughs or work on his children’s book series about a bunch of kids who investigate supernatural phenomena in their rural town and get help from their science teacher (he’s a sillyman and i love him)

wayne frequents the same cafe, either in the morning after he worked the graveyard shift and he just wants some good fucking coffee before going home and passing out just as eddie leaves for school, or in the mornings before he has to work the day shift. he almost always runs into scott, but it’s more of a polite nod situation than anything else because they never really have anything to say to each other and scott is always preoccupied while wayne is just dead to the world and here to enjoy the silence

but then one day will goes missing, and they both hear about it. when hawkins PD organises and mobilises the whole town to comb the forest for any traces of will, scott and wayne end up finding each other, spending the search together, and they get talking about will — whether scott knew him, whether he was a good kid, whether scott thinks the kid just up and left or if something terrible must have happened. they also talk about eddie, after an hour or two, about why wayne is here if he doesn’t even know will.

“that kid is someone’s boy. if anything were to happen to my boy, i’d want the whole town on its damn feet looking for him.”

they don’t find will, but with that first instance of talking, the two of them don’t really stop. they gravitate toward each other in the mornings; wayne finding a table with two chairs, inviting scott to take a seat even if they sit in silence as scott reads or writes or grades some tests. they instantly fall into a comfortable dynamic that shouldn’t work but it does.

at some point they like really get talking and sometimes when scott has a free first period wayne will stay as long as he can and they’ll just talk the whole time and scott finds that wayne is super smart but more in a practical way and wayne finds that scott is obviously smart in the hypotheticals and the natural sciences and explains things in a way that doesn’t feel too draining or too much. and sometimes when scott is writing or stuck at a particular scene or plot point, wayne helps him out. because eddie gets his storytelling ways from wayne actually. the man’s an avid storyteller if he wants to be; he just usually has a deadpan way about it now that eddie’s a teen, doesn’t make a big deal of the vivid imagination he has, but scott learns to appreciate it anyway.

and wayne tells stories about mysterious monster dogs living in the junkyard (bc the man sees shit that man is aware that man is nocturnal by trade and this town can’t fool him!!!!) — and it’s fine while it stays like that, but soon they’re talking about will again; about kids and teenagers dying in this town. first the holland girl, then so many others. scott knew them all, is haunted by it, gets oddly quiet and wayne wants to change the topic, but he knows something’s wrong in this town.

he talks about moving, too, wants to take eddie with him and leave, but then he ends up not doing it when things calm down in the summer of ‘85 and the mayor resigns and the police is more present. even though the chief is dead. and that hargrove boy. still he decides he’ll stay, knows eddie wants to try one more time even though wayne doesn’t care about shit like that, knows that eddie’ll fall through the system and still find his way — scott agrees every time, speaks of eddie in the highest praise, adoring the way he thinks and the strategies he has to turn everything he learns into some sort of story setting. scott feels for both eddie and wayne every time he hears that the boy flunked a test again, failed his finals, skipped school for a week. he knows how cruel it is, this system, to boys like eddie munson.

things are fine when eddie starts senior year again, wayne says the boy is determined that this time it’ll work out, this time he’ll make him proud and stick it to the rest of hawkins. scott believes him. believes in eddie. lays his hand on wayne’s and smiles, and wayne smiles back.

and then kids are dying again. one of them in his home. and eddie is gone and people don’t talk to wayne anymore because he’s the Devil’s blood, but scott finds him anyway and holds him and tells him that “i’m here.” and “i’m sorry.” and “let’s go look for your eddie.”

and then eddie is dead but not really, and then there are so many kids in that tiny hospital room who didn’t die but look like they’ve looked death in the eye anyway, and maybe this town is cursed, but eddie is back and he’s alive and scott never left wayne’s side, not even in this claustrophobic hospital room that’s posing a fire hazard — but they’ve learned that a fire hazard is the least of their problems, especially when it’s caused by people caring for his boy.

and when that harrington boy is holding eddie’s hand in the hospital bed and on the living room couch like he’s afraid the boy will disappear if he looks away, wayne reaches for scott’s hand, too, because he doesn’t want the man to disappear either. ever again.

and he keeps holding that hand when his kids disappear again to save the world, leaving him with haunted looks that pull up into teary-eyed smiles and the pale promise to come back. and he keeps holding that hand when they come back, when it’s the harrington boy who needs his hand held in a hospital room with eddie refusing to let go. and he keeps holding that hand when scott joins eddie by steve’s bed and takes over with the storytelling. and he keeps holding that hand when he joins in. and he keeps holding that hand when the kids start crying because it’s scott’s tale that makes them realise that they’ve won. that it’s over.

he pulls scott out of the hospital room into the dark and empty hallway and tells him, “i love you.”

because the man is more than ridiculous sweater vests and wholesome funny quirky stories and an ever sunny disposition and scientific tangents about aliens and their existence over his fifth cup of coffee that afternoon that makes wayne contemplate whether he should consider grabbing decaf the next time he’s out for groceries.

the man also makes him dinner and lunch and breakfast and coffee when his nephew is missing and presumed dead. the man massages his shoulders and scalp when wayne’s been on the brink of tears for too many hours now. the man will talk in quiet hushed tones when the police sirens are too loud, and he will shut up when wayne needs nothing but silence.

they have become attuned to each other over the course of 3 years without realising it.

and they can hold hands about it if they want to because the world ended and children died and the government screwed them all over, so maybe it doesn’t matter if two men in their late forties or early fifties decide that each other is what they want next in life.

scott kisses him for the first time in that dark hallway outside that hospital room, holding wayne to his chest as they wait for the kids to trail out of the room one by one so they can drive them home.

the world ended and then it didn’t, and scott and wayne fell in love along the way.

🤍🌷 come ask me questions for writers

#scott clarke #wayne munson #scott clarke/wayne munson #clarkson #steddie #it’s always background steddie for my clarkson fics what do you meaannnnnn #i think this post is the epitome of ‘hyperspecific au i am the only audience for’ hdhdhd #ask game answered

[vee-vee-volley]

psywave- is there an important memory you wouldn’t want to forget?

the ones that include my friends

#ask game answered #pokeblogging #rotumblr #irl pokemon

[diglett-anon]

dragon rage — does your muse believe in any myths?

I do believe in many myths but I don't believe that the way they're told is always correct

#ask game answered #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #rotomblr

[heavenssexiestangel]

For the anon ask game - I giggle snort now whenever I see Parmesan cheese.

SDOIJWRTPOTR HELLO? WHO ARE YOU?

Is it because I complained about the zoo restaurant giving me square pieces of Parmesan Cheese on my pasta while I was in Germany? Alex, is this you? 🤣🤣🤣🤣

#anon #ask game answered #dfgehehh listen #i have Opinions

[lady-ofmidnight]

For your random question ask game, 5 and 15?

Number 5: How many chickens do you think you could take in a fight?

Uhh it depends on the time. During summer I near exclusively wear flip flops and open toe sandels. Not very good for running around. In Autumn, I wear boots and sneakers.

Probably 2 during the summer and 5 at other times.

Number 15: If you had a billboard, what would you put on it?

I actually don't like billboards that much, but maybe an ironic slogan? Those are fun to see.

#ask game #ask game answered

[walker-extended-universe]

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“Walker. Sorry to bother you.” One of the rangers nodded to him. “We’re here to pick up a suspect associated with the organization we took down today; we have reason to believe she’s here.”

“Your information must be wrong; the only people here right now are my family.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Liam coming up to check on them.

The other ranger showed him a picture of- Sadie? “Is this young woman a member of your ‘family’ then?”

“I’m not sure what you want with her.”

“We have reason to believe Sadie Yoo is connected to this group. Her name-”

“I’m sure this is all just a misunderstanding,” Cordell said politely, but firmly.

#ask game answered #here have some angst

[peridot-the-photographer]

🌐 a summary of this weeks browser history.

{It seems to just be a bunch of cute pokemon videos}

#ask game answered #pokemon irl #rotomblr