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finntheehumaneater · 4 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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raycatz · 24 days

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I'm not including a situation where someone might be injured because in that case I'm thinking the bed goes to them by default or they are nominated for it. anyone who wants to be chatty goes to join the living room floor gang.

What are your thoughts and headcanons? Do you have thoughts on how the boys tend to approach assigning beds in inns? Who do the chain choose to sleep near when camping and why? What are their dynamics like when settling down for the night and getting ready for the day?

In "Mirror Vs Open Closet Door: Fight!" by Gintrinsic (here) Four refers to the chain's decision on how to split up between inn rooms as the "Link-per-room ratio" which I find very funny. He, Sky, and Time also talk about their thought process behind why they do or don't want to sleep in a room with some of the others which I find fun and interesting.

So! If you have thoughts and want to share them! *gestures to the post!*

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #alrighty! now for my answers-#for the ranch question I think it varies which is why I'm asking in a poll. What do you think happens most often though?#each answer is a fun scenario so it's difficult to choose #but I think they'd try to act politely around Malon and Time for the first couple visits with straws or rock paper scissors #or showing generosity by offering the bed to someone else. (I bet Malon saying they're charming is quite the incentive #for more possible compliments. The chain as a whole would want to prove her right xD )#Once they're more comfortable in the house though I can totally see Wind and Legend making a mad dash for it while Wars yells after them xD #Wind probably ends up sharing with Four a lot since they're the littles #or Wind snuggles in with Wars Legend Wild etc #Wild and Twi/Wolfie have claimed the spot on the floor by the fireplace.#For inn rooms / castle rooms / camping - I tend to group them by how they're grouped a lot already #but a lil mixed up #Time - Sky - Wars are the good rest trio. they want a good night's rest please let them get their beauty sleep. often joined by Four #Wars goes between this group and wherever Legend is depending on how chatty he is that night.#Twi - Wild - Hyrule are snuggle/proximity buddies #Legend is attached to Hyrule's hip or sets up near Warriors to gossip and gripe. I can also see him setting up near Wild #in the eye of the storm as it were or just an interesting place to be. Wild and Hyrule can get to chatting about everything and anything #so if Legend wants background noise (Hyrule and Wild podcast omg)-#or a conversation he can be half a part of and jump in and out of while getting ready for the night or in the mornings-#this is a good place to be. add Wind and things get a bit more chaotic.#Wind gravitates to Wars and Legend too when curious and chatty. He gravitates towards Time when he wants something calmer.#Four tends to be near Sky or Twi or to Legend's group for the same reasons #I can see Four and Twi having a little book club going during downtimes where they talk about what they're reading. Sky likes to listen. <3 #Wind thinks they're nerds but so is he and he can't resist a good story so he orbits and sometimes settles in and peppers questions.#it's funny that Time Sky and Wars want to sleep the most but Legend follows Wars to chat (and ends up bringing people with him xD )#there could be some conflict there oooo #Twi is by Time #it's almost a circle but with clusters of sleeping bags near on top of each other and filling the gaps

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hobie-doh · 3 days

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What an enigma! (pun may or may not have been intentional :))

Its Her!!!! I love how you captured her gremlin energy, and all the details, augh its so good!

I always try my hardest not to just keyboard smash and scream at you as I'm trying very hard to be articulate and cool, but words do not do justice to the emotions I feel, it's always a pleasure to go "who in the world sent me an ask? ANON!!!"

Sidenote, you are improving like crazy, the detailing on the hair is subtle but very nice and your hands are looking better every time I see them!

Little secret, Enigma is my third favorite design out of all my thieves! Seeing my darlings drawn by someone else just has this incredible magic to it.

Anyways YIPPEE!!! More art for my hoard!

#anonymous.png #asks answered #take yer time youre gonna need it #ryuji protag au #futaba sakura #fun fact the feet pads muffle her movement much like Black Panther's shoes do in the movies #mechanically her whole thing was designed around a skyrim stealth build without archery involved #appearance wise her outfit borrows heavily from Assassins creed's Ezio since I think his outfit looks wicked cool #with just a dash of assassin's creed black flag's influecne since the pirate one is my favorite

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sraksha · 11 days

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SRAKSHA STOP HAVING SO MANY GOOD REBLOGS IM SPAMMING MY POOR FOLLOWERS

(Please don’t)

MY DASH IS BEING FLOODED WITH GOOD POSTS, IT'S NOT MY FAULT

#ask #sorry for the spam likes and reblogs every morning and evening #i just have to go through my whole dash and get to yesterday's posts #i just have to #i must see everything or i will not know peace

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musedriven · 15 days

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" diasuke niwa you are under arrest for grand larceny and illegal trade of stolen goods. your confession has helped us solve the case of the phantom thief-- "

#;; and i spy with my little eye. ( dash com )#im crying laughing #sato vc; i just needed to stop believing in dark and get miku to ask dai to confess this whole time --

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spiderslvts · 27 days

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some new tags ?? some new tags !! + affiliate tags :]

. 🕸️ HOW OUT OF HAND IT’S GOTTEN ╱ ooc.

. 🕸️ MY FLESH IS LACED WITH SUGAR AND MAGGOTS ╱ asks.

. 🕸️ YOU SAY YOU MISS ME ( I’M RIGHT HERE ) ╱ starters.

. 🕸️ WITH PINK EYESHADOW AND A SOBBING PRAYER ╱ isms.

. 🕸️ ANYTHING COULD BE HOLY UNDER NEON LIGHTS ╱ visage.

. 🕸️ DO YOU FEEL THE EYES OVER YOUR BODY STILL? ╱ promo.

. 🕸️ TO SWEETLY MELT IN SIN ╱ rp memes.

. 🕸️ I DRINK ; I BURN ; I SHATTER MY OWN DREAMS ╱ open starter.

. 🕸️ YOUR FISH HOOK IN MY MOUTH ╱ crack.

. 🕸️ EATEN IN PIECES ; NOT MEANT TO BE KNOWN WHOLE ╱ ic.

. 🕸️ I BELIEVE YOU LIKE A BEATEN DOG ╱ dash games.

. 🕸️ I WILL NEVER BE FORGIVEN FOR WANTING ╱ affiliates.

. 🕸️ KISS ME WITH MY BLOOD BETWEEN YOUR TEETH ╱ ships.

. 🕸️ TO BE LOOKED AT &. NEVER SEEN ╱ art.

. 🕸️ TOUCHED DOWN TO THE DELICATE BONES ╱ poetry.

. 🕷 | IN NEON LIGHTS ╱ canon &. main verse.

. 🕷 | THE CALL OF THE ANGELS ╱ overlord verse.

. 🕷 | FEATHER BOAS AND GLITTER ╱ 70’s verse. (ft. sirserpentine)

. 🕷 | OVERSEER OF HELL ╱ zestial’s employee verse (ft. zestials)

. 🕷 | GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY ╱ human verse.

. 🕷 | LACED WITH BELLADONNA ╱ lost twins verse (ft. spyderdust)

. ♡ DO YOU LIKE THE SHOW ? ARE YOU TIRED OF IT ? ╱ videoaux.

. ♡ THE LAST SHRED OF TRUTH IN THE LOST MYTH OF TRUE LOVE ╱ hellsbroadcaster.

. ♡ I COULD NEVER DEFINE ALL THAT YOU ARE TO ME ╱ r-adio.

. ♡ BUT I’D NEVER SAY I LOVE YOU JUST TO HEAR YOU SAY IT BACK ╱ sirserpentine.

. ♡ I’M PUT TO AWE SOMETHING SO FLAWED AND FREE ╱ dark-ambition.

. ♡ YOUR BEAUTY NEVER EVER SCARED ME ╱ gamblins.

. ♡ THE FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN / THE FACE IN MONOCHROME ╱ zestials.

. ♡ YOU HATE THE APPLAUSE / YOU CRAVE THE ATTENTION ╱ xluciifer.

. ♡ BUT YOU’RE HOLDING ME LIKE WATER IN YOUR HANDS ╱ oriiginis.

#. 🕸️ HOW OUT OF HAND IT’S GOTTEN ╱ ooc.#. 🕸️ MY FLESH IS LACED WITH SUGAR AND MAGGOTS ╱ asks.#. 🕸️ YOU SAY YOU MISS ME ( I’M RIGHT HERE ) ╱ starters.#. 🕸️ WITH PINK EYESHADOW AND A SOBBING PRAYER ╱ isms.#. 🕸️ ANYTHING COULD BE HOLY UNDER NEON LIGHTS ╱ visage.#. 🕸️ DO YOU FEEL THE EYES OVER YOUR BODY STILL? ╱ promo.#. 🕸️ TO SWEETLY MELT IN SIN ╱ rp memes.#. 🕸️ I DRINK ; I BURN ; I SHATTER MY OWN DREAMS ╱ open starter.#. 🕸️ YOUR FISH HOOK IN MY MOUTH ╱ crack.#. 🕸️ EATEN IN PIECES ; NOT MEANT TO BE KNOWN WHOLE ╱ ic.#. 🕸️ I BELIEVE YOU LIKE A BEATEN DOG ╱ dash games.#. 🕸️ I WILL NEVER BE FORGIVEN FOR WANTING ╱ affiliates.#. 🕸️ KISS ME WITH MY BLOOD BETWEEN YOUR TEETH ╱ ships.#. 🕸️ TO BE LOOKED AT &. NEVER SEEN ╱ art.#. 🕸️ TOUCHED DOWN TO THE DELICATE BONES ╱ poetry.#. 🕷 | IN NEON LIGHTS ╱ canon &. main verse.#. 🕷 | THE CALL OF THE ANGELS ╱ overlord verse.#. 🕷 | FEATHER BOAS AND GLITTER ╱ 70’s verse. (ft. sirserpentine)#. 🕷 | OVERSEER OF HELL ╱ zestial’s employee verse (ft. zestials)#. 🕷 | GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY ╱ human verse.#. 🕷 | LACED WITH BELLADONNA ╱ lost twins verse (ft. spyderdust)#. ♡ DO YOU LIKE THE SHOW ? ARE YOU TIRED OF IT ? ╱ videoaux.#. ♡ THE LAST SHRED OF TRUTH IN THE LOST MYTH OF TRUE LOVE ╱ hellsbroadcaster.#. ♡ I COULD NEVER DEFINE ALL THAT YOU ARE TO ME ╱ r-adio.#. ♡ BUT I’D NEVER SAY I LOVE YOU JUST TO HEAR YOU SAY IT BACK ╱ sirserpentine.#. ♡ I’M PUT TO AWE SOMETHING SO FLAWED AND FREE ╱ dark-ambition.#. ♡ YOUR BEAUTY NEVER EVER SCARED ME ╱ gamblins.#. ♡ THE FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN / THE FACE IN MONOCHROME ╱ zestials.#. ♡ YOU HATE THE APPLAUSE / YOU CRAVE THE ATTENTION ╱ xluciifer.#. ♡ BUT YOU’RE HOLDING ME LIKE WATER IN YOUR HANDS ╱ oriiginis.

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seven-stars-in-his-palm · 4 months

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Ford pines for headcanons?

YES FUCKCING YES GIRL!!!!!!!! LETS A GO !

A (Realisitic): lovessssss doodling on paper. has an affinity for eyes (;]), swirlies, scribbles, and creatures. whatever he can get his damned hands on he will doodle on it and he will do it happily. my boy's an artist ❤️❤️

B (Not Realistic But Funny): honestly in canon ford's probably into music too much but i can see him being an period music fan. abba, queen (teehee), freetwood mac, david bowie, etc. that's just his VIBE to me, not in the crowley way but in his own strong inks and cigarette smoke way. i associate thoss things with him as well as anythinf existing before 1982 with him alot if u didnt know. i still see something and go "ford missed this 😔" or "ford didn't miss this! 😁" in a sad or happy tone at least once a day /srs. oh i love this guy

C (Heart-Crushing): this kinda collides with D but im keeping it in that category. soul crushing? ford never knowing what to hope for in regards to stan on the other side. whenever he has time to think about it, he isnt sure whether to imagine him in his house or dead in a ditch, and the mystyer honestly scares him more than he'd like to admit. ford kinda treats it like schrodinger's cat in a way--as long as he never confirms, it could really be anything, and that absolves him of any potential guilt. so. (also: that he celebrates holidays out in the multiverse too, when possible. makeshift menoras, pastries in substitute of bday cakes, lighting sticks during new years. just for the sense of grounding. ALSO alsohe's spent at least 3 birthdays in a prison cell or very hurt. so. yeah)

D (Unrealistic but FUCK CANON): has always stuggled with addiction, especially with antidepressants or alcohol. thus sort of snowballs into a whole "if this makes me feel good i cannot have for more than needed" but still ends upgrappling with it anyway. he suffered MAJORRRR withdrawlel when portal stranded and since then swore off it bc he drank the most under bill's influence. it's very important to me and i need more fics about it sooooooo bad, bc while i HAVE written my own, i think someone else is needed to do it justice. now that im remembering this i HAVE read some with this hc and they were beautiful and i need to reread them again and i need to REWATCH THIS DAMN SHOW SO I CAN READ AND WRITE SOME FIC AGAI .... also there IS some evidence as extracted by @/callipraxia (need to find that meta again) but i DOUBT that would ever be canon bc of the kid show rating. (watch the book of bill canonize this seven fucking months from now. i swear to god..../j)

TY FOR THE ASK!!!!!! 💖💖

#this mightbe unprompted but i just wanna preface this saying #just becauss you see gomens on ur dash almost exclusively now doesnt mean im just a gomens blog #like i still love gravity falls SOOO MUCHHHH like ur never gonna get rid of that that was my FIRST fandom #thats the one where i found all my friends!!! thats what we bonded over and still talk about!!!! i am still the ford person #(if you'd like me to be!)#and im likely never gonna let that go regardless of how far it may slink in the background #i still have a whole shelf dedicated to my merch for it for FUCK'S SAKE #i just reallyyyyyyy need to rewatch it. but im scared of rewatching things especially since theyre so long lmao #i also.need.to continue my fic! and get stanuary up and running GOD DAMN IT!#wait FICS. its TWO gf wips i have AURGHHHHHHHH #i need to revive my love. i can feel it on the precipise but im not yet in touch. i'l get back there i PROMISE !!! none of u are safe >:)))#ask game #the guys (with a z!)#sorry for the long text jacky i was just unloaded djbdndndddjs #god man now that im thinkinf about it again there some damn fics i need to read/reread. I NEED TO REWATCH GRABITY FALLS #I WILL. STARTING TOMORROW. I NEED TO DO IT TO REFRESH ON MABEL AND STAN FOR STANUARY AND THE FIC PASS THING ANYWAY. IMA DO IT.... PROMMY

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a-lonely-dunedain · 4 months

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the best part about living under a rock is always being oblivious to whatever firestorm went down elsewhere in the fandom

also one downside to living under a rock is always being oblivious to whatever firestorm went down elsewhere in the fandom

#and accidentally reblogging someone people didn't want to see on their dash‚ actually #oops #but yea no it sucks to be on the other side of that I get it #there's one blog I have blocked bc seeing their takes never fails to ruin my day and it sucks when they somehow make it back on my dash #so I do feel bad about seemingly doing that for one of my followers.#sorry anon! I did see your ask but I just didn't feel like posting it publicly and risk making a Whole Thing about it #the post in question was deleted tho #anyway I guess there's a whole Situation I need to read up on at some point when I have the spoons

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homeofhousechickens · 1 year

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Hey i would like to remind the people following me- if i reblog from someone who is "icky" please just politely inform me and dont jump to conclusions or search through my reblogs

Sometimes i follow people and i dont see the gross stuff they post, tumblr is just like that. I had followed someone who was apparently actively posted some nasty stuff, to me this was just someone who reblogged chronic illness positivity and had a cute art style. When someone reblogs something i dont usually even look at who it was reblogged from. Im just here for chickens and art im not doing anything purposefully malicious. I have had this tumblr account since 2012 im sure there is likely some unsavory people i have followed before but please look at what i myself post and share before assuming the worst. Im just someone who wants to encourage curiosity and love for chickens.

#the accusations were so gross i didnt look at the persons blog i just unfollowed because i dont want to see that stuff #dont ask me for the blog either i dont want that person to expose more people to that stuff #this whole time i was just getting cute art and chronic illness posts on my dash from them #none of the nasty #it really upset me

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jtbb · 1 month

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喵

miaoooo!!!!!!

#hehehe ur stats post came on my dash from a non trafficblr mutual #i love going to a random blog and surprise!!! minecraft blorbos #anyway woag im in the same place in my stats class as you rn... that whole post went over my head though #my prof basically just told us to memorize the excel formulas and call it a day 💀#ask

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fightwing · 8 months

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🐶 📕 ✏️ 💻

🐶 — any pets?

i've got a silly little pit mix back at my parents house i love very much!!! big baby, whines about everything, 10/10 would recommend

📕 — favorite book/series?

i have never liked anything casually so if there is a fantasy/sci fi series i WILL mold my whole life around it. pj/o, shadowhunter/s, th/g, *mumbles* twiligh/t, all of those i spent a considerable amount of brainpower on. i sadly fell off the book grind during college so haven't read much aside from comics in a while, but most of those have a special lil place in my heart

✏️ — how long have you been roleplaying on tumblr?

👵 oh fuck, it's definitely been 10+ years. I started in group rps and then made an indie teen wol.f blog in the olden days that just opened the floodgates to indie rp

💻 — how many friends have you made in the rpc? feel free to tag a few of them!

VERY many!!! truly the reason i've stayed around so long and the majority of my enjoyment is the connections i've made with some truly wonderful people!!! hailey ( @appleyed ) is my bestie for the restie and i've told her every waking thought i've ever had for the past 7 ish years (math check lol). my beloveds @ownmidnight , @failrobin , @proditeur , @hopeforce , @motelhours , @roysenal , @webheadedhero, tara, carrie, insu, sim are all people i hold very near and dear to my heart <3

#redhead-reporter #ty!! <3 #seeing you on the dash is such a pleasure youre such a ray of sunlight!!!!#* ask !#i definitely forgot people sorry i just looked at my outbox lmao gonna keep adding as my brain worms remember #SO MANY FRIENDS so many nice people in the rpc i need to make a whole ass post #tbt to follow forev/ers those were the bomb

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So I saw the post where they said you were mostly a bottom Anakin author and was like, mmm no she's not. Ms. Kit is 100% a 50/50 switch hitter. I felt like it would have been weird to comment it, but I definitely had a fake conversation in my head where I cited many sources from your posts here and your extensive catalogue on AO3.

Now for a question, would regency Anakin fuck Obi-Wan roughly if Obi-Wan specifically asks for it in the most manipulative omega fashion?

haha omggg i guess that's the bad part of never tagging anything as thoroughly as i should because i just. i do have so much fic to wade through and the fics that are the most popular tend to be bottom anakin (or that was true at one point, but there's been this resurgence of bottom obi-wan love that i for one love)

anyway here is a comprehensive list of my ao3 fics that feature bottom anakin & bottom obi-wan--literally fics where a penis is inserted into an asshole, i get that this term means different things to different people but for me that's what bottom!either is, nothing else

(fics where they switch are included in both lists):

bottom obi-wan: you be the tightrope, baby i'll be the safety net time and tide burn every bridge but please leave me a boat tongue-tie me so tightly i cannot tell you the truth a fishhook, an open eye pretty bird and the wedding planner keeping up with the skywalker-kenobis (not yet but it will be) you will have my love in a thousand private histories all my roads lead back to you foolproof, foolhardy (no sex yet, but it will be) monsieur & the monster the perfect place to fall in love pretty bird and the vowbreaker toss overboard what is too heavy to carry (no sex yet but it will be)

bottom anakin: use my body to break your fall time & tide pretty bird and the mob boss (and the series) what's mine is yours is ours be careful not to choke on your admirations (switching implied) stay til the dawn, i'll give you the sun the size of the fight in the dog (switching implied) what tomorrow may bring, what tomorrow may carry away when all we have are shadows keeping up with the skywalker-kenobis like saints, like monsters the enemy of my enemy is mine lost to a sea of troubles me and my man, we get on like a house on fire (switching implied) toss overboard what is too heavy to carry (no sex yet but it will be)

#asks #it can be like a lil frustrating i guess #cause i dont necessarily wanna be known as a writer for one over the other #when i feel like it's pretty even #but at the same time i also get that it's like. world's smallest violin playing in the distance etc etc #and this is just my ao3 fics #my aus on tumblr are a whole other story #also i have at least a few stories where there is no penetration #but only because i was too lazy to write a paragraph about one getting up to get lube lol #so i included burn every bridge +size of the fight anyway #because it would have been bottom obi + bottom anakin #if i had had the energy #i guess uh???#my fics #i would pin this post to my dash but i need the commissions actually lol

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