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cuips-not-cute · 11 months
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not-so-secret kisses.
for @steddie-week day 5: established relationship
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notesappwitch · 7 months
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i sing the blues and you swallow them too moodboards
It’s almost here everyone! The first two chapters of my @steddiebang fic go up Monday, 10/6! (Along with the first of @cuips-not-cute amazing drawings!)
To set the vibe a little bit, I’m sharing these moodboards I made! Blues is a Dungeons and Dragons Fantasy AU, where all the characters have D&D classes and abilities. You don’t have to know anything about D&D to enjoy, though there will be some fun surprises in there for you if you do!
(Also, because I’m always so curious when I’m looking at the promos, Blues is explicit 🔥 porn with lots of plot.)
I’ll be posting the chapters over 3 weeks, two chapters at a time! Those dates are 10/9, 10/16, and 10/23! The total word count is 53k.
I’m so excited to share this fic with you all, it’s my longest fanfic ever and I had so much fun with it.
See you on Monday!
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lollaika · 4 months
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Chapter 6 of The Agony is posted!
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Chapter 6 is finally here!
Featuring Steve trying to get better, Dustin making a new friend and also Robin Buckley!
Also featuring really cute artwork from @cuips-not-cute! It's even sfw this time, if you can believe it :P
TW for the fic: Rape, Non-Con, Alcoholism
Excerpt from the chapter beneath the readmore
She’s pacing up and down his driveway, and when she hears him coming, she turns sharply and the expression on her face is absolute fury. If it were any help to give her a little time to cool down, he’d stay in the car, too conscious of her wrath, but he knows better, knows that she winds herself up and up and up and needs a valve to let all of that go. So, he gets out of the car, plugs himself into her, readying himself to take her overflow, and opens that valve. Raises his hand in greeting, clutching the bag with the other one, and stepping up to her, though she’s already doing a good job of closing the space, steps furious and hands flying through the air.
“Steven Richard Harrington! How fucking dare you! I call and I call and nobody answers! Do you even know? You fuckwhit, do you know how fucking worried I was? And then I take the time and my mother drives me here and you’re not there! Where were you, huh? Huh, Steven?”
He ducks her hands easily, closes his own behind her back and squeezes her tight. She tries a few times to hit him in the chest or at his sides, unsatisfied with how her rage has been expressed, but he waits her out. And in the end, she slumps against him, puts her own hands on his back, squeezes in tandem with him. They hold each other tight, tighter, tightest until he can feel her arms trembling from the strain and he relaxes his arms against her, knowing she’d never do it first.
“I was worried, Steve.” she mumbles against his chest. He smiles into her hair. “Don’t you ever disappear on me like that again, do you hear me?”
“I hear you.” He whispers back. He can feel her relax even more against him. And then she exhales and draws away, fury dissipated through her bloodstream and transformed to sorrow and guilt in Steve’s heart. Not that she knows that. He hopes that she never knows that.
“Where did you even go? And I hope you were sober when you drove, dingus. I’d rather not scrape you off the side of the road.” She turns to his house, unquestioning in her assumption that he’ll let her in. She’s right of course. And he’s happy that she turned away, makes it easier to fudge the truth. Because he has no intention of telling her. This is his burden. He won’t share it.
“Just needed to get away for a while, you know how it is. Met someone in Indy who was kind enough to let me crash.”
“You drove all the way to Indy?” she asks, motioning for him to get on with it and unlock the door. He hurries after her, does just that, and motions for her to go in first. She keeps her shoes on, because she is a heathen. At least it’s summer and there’s no mud on her soles. He’ll have to train her out of that before the rain makes the dry ground into clinging sludge. But he’ll let it go today. He’s feeling generous.
“Hmm, I did. Hey, um, I’d like your help with something, if it’s okay?”
She whirls around, looks at him with big eyes.
“Sure, whatever you need. You know that, Steve.”
He does. He’s just not sure if she knows what whatever can mean.
“Can you help me lock the alcohol away? It’s not… It’s not helping anymore, but if I’ll try it alone, I’m not sure I would.”
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finnlongman · 10 months
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I have a question that you might know the answer to - do you know of any poetic use/kenning from Medieval Irish (or older) where wood or linseed/flax is used in reference to or maybe causing great fits of anger or shame?
The only thing I can think of that vaguely fits this description is in Táin Bó Cúailnge, during the fight with Fer Diad, when Láeg is inciting Cú Chulainn's rage to make him fight harder by insulting him. O'Rahilly translates these lines as:
"your opponent has chastised you as a fond mother chastises her child. He had belaboured you as flax (?) is beaten in a pond. He had ground you as a mill grinds malt. He has pierced you as a tool pierces an oak. He has bound you as a twining plant binds trees. He has attacked you as a hawk attacks little birds, so that never again will you have a claim or right or title to valour of feats of arms, you distorted little sprite"
As the question mark suggests, O'Rahilly doesn't seem very sure about the translation of the flax metaphor. There's also a reference to wood here, but it doesn't seem to be about the specific properties of these materials, just how they might be destroyed or diminished in the process of working them with tools. It's the insults and the suggestion that he's losing the fight which causes the rage and therefore helps aid Cú Chulainn's victory.
(Sidenote: thank you for prompting me to look at these lines again, because one of these metaphors is the same as one used on Tóruigheacht Gruaidhe Griansholus in a way that's relevant to the paper I'm giving at ICCS and I hadn't noticed, so I need to make sure I mention that.)
It's possible there are other references to flax that might draw a more direct connection with anger, but poetry and metaphors are not my main focus when it comes to Irish lit, so I wouldn't be aware of them off the top of my head.
The Irish for that passage:
"rat chúr in cathmílid fail itt agid mar chúras ben baíd a mac. Rot snigestar mar snegair cuip a lundu. Rat melestar mar miles mulend múadbraich. Rat tregdastar mar thregdas fodb omnaid. Rat nascestar mar nasces féith fidu. Ras léic fort feib ras léic séig for mintu, connach fail do dluig ná do dúal ná do díl ri gail ná ra gaisced go brunni mbrátha & betha badesta, a siriti síabarthi bic"
(It's around lines 3304-3310 in O'Rahilly's edition/translation of the Book of Leinster Táin.)
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cuips-not-cute · 7 months
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one of my pieces for @notesappwitch's amazing fic i sing the blues and you swallow them too for the @steddiebang!! so excited to finally be posting this<3
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cuips-not-cute · 16 days
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be cool, munson. be cool.
drawn for @subeddieweek day one: manhandling🖤
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cuips-not-cute · 4 months
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cowboy kisses🤎
for @toburnup's drop dead GORGEOUS steddie cowboy au, searching for the elephant for the @steddiebang
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cuips-not-cute · 11 months
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a smooch for @steddie-week day 7: free space
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cuips-not-cute · 7 months
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carrying your half-dead beloved from the battlefield.
my last piece for @notesappwitch 's fic i sing the blues and you swallow them too for the @steddiebang <3<3
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cuips-not-cute · 11 months
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that trope where eddie shotguns steve who "doesn't know how to smoke"???
yeah.
for @steddie-week day 6: misunderstandings
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cuips-not-cute · 11 months
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first kiss💚
for @steddie-week day 3
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cuips-not-cute · 10 days
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*john mulaney voice* he just took his fingers out of eddie's mouth, that's why they're wet.
see the full pic on twt.
for @subeddieweek day 7: praise kink
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cuips-not-cute · 13 days
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baby bunny, baby boy
for @subeddieweek day 4: dress up🖤
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cuips-not-cute · 5 months
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my two cowboy steve pieces for @toburnup's beautiful @steddiebang brokeback mountain au, searching for the elephant. a must-read for artful prose and the most earnest gay cowboys to ever exist🤎🤎
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cuips-not-cute · 14 days
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keep it open, eddie. good boy.
for @subeddieweek day 3: wet🖤
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cuips-not-cute · 18 days
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i’m stupidly excited for sunday so here’s some wips and sneak peeks of all the things i’m drawing for @subeddieweek🖤
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