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thegoblinboy · 10 months

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So that Tom Holland scene (👀) has been living rent free in my brain lately so I decided to try writing smut again, im not really good at it but below this is pretty much just Steve getting railed in a bathroom stall. So like- be warned?

Also if anyone wants me to put this on Ao3 let me know, I might do that?

The stall of the bathroom was cold and disgusting, every noise echoing off the walls as Steve pants heavily. Feeling like the man’s hands behind him were knocking the air out of his lungs where ever he touched. Soft whines meeting the stall as Eddie’s hands slide up his sides gently before they move up to grope at his chest, to feel the pecks through his shirt. Making sure to feel every muscle that Steve has worked hard for.

He knows he can reverse this. Can turn and slam the other against the stall door, push him up against the wall causing limbs to wrap themselves around him as his hips move the others body up and down continuously. But he doesn’t want that. With anybody else he would, but with Eddie Munson he has no desire to be in control. Just melts under the others hands, not stopping them from going under his shirt and rubbing gently at the round of his stomach.

Moving their way up again, as if the rockstar was obsessed with his chest he proceeds to move his fingers through his chest hair. Groping his pecs again, this time using nails as he slightly scratches down on the other. A soft whimper pulling itself out of Steve, knowing that when he looked in the mirror later red agitated lines would be all over his chest. Marking him to the man behind him who then moves his fingers and begins messing with his nipples. Like he couldn’t get enough as he doesn’t stop until they were purple and hard, poking out through the thin shirt Steve was wearing.

Just with these touches he knows the other can pull him through a orgasm. They’ve done it before and they’ll do it again.

Steve’s mouth falls open as more noises come out against his free will. A higher pitched whine leaving him as he feels the others hands suddenly disappear. Moving there way down to his pants, fingers locking themselves in the loops of Steve’s as Eddie pulls Steve’s ass against his crotch. Beginning to move his hips experimentally against the others ass. Head moving to the crease of Steve’s neck as he begins biting and nipping at his skin. Sucking down gently as his hands wander again, this time to the front of Steve’s pants. Fingers skillfully unbuckling the others belt and sliding quickly down his briefs. Starting to loose his patience as he pulls Steves dick out into the open. A soft chuckle under his breath as he mumbles lowly against his neck.

“So hard for me baby, haven’t even done anything yet.” Eddie taunts as his eyes flicker down. Watching as his ringed fingers gently wrap around the others shaft. Starting to mess with the tip with his thumb, rubbing it in circles forcing more precum to leak out. Feeling every shaky breath the other took as he moves back into him more. Something that was barely possible as Eddie’s soft grin starts to grow feral. Moving his hand off the other as he pulls back a bit, letting the cool air hit Steve’s back as he aggressively pulls the others pants down. Purposely making sure they fell to the others ankles before his boxers went along with them.

His hands moving and squeezing at the fatty parts of the others thighs, up to the main source. Playfully smacking Steve’s ass to watch it jiggle as he leaves one hand holding onto the other, spreading him open a bit as he uses his other hand to pull a bottle of lube out. Rubbing the pad of his thumb at the others entrance continuously, finding the others hairy body attractive.

Flipping the lid skillfully Eddie forces one of the others hands off the stall door, forces it down between his legs. Forces him to angle his wrist in a awkward way as he moves down to his knees to get better few of all of this. Pouring lube carefully over the others fingers, hearing the smacks of a few drops hitting the floor. Setting the bottle down on the floor, careful not to dump it he moves both hands back to the others ass. Spreading him open as he hums gently.

“Open yourself for me baby.” He says gently, not wanting to stay to much. Just in case someone passed by and heard them. Though men were always fucking in here so it wasn’t much of a shock. Eddie watches as the others fingers rub shyly against his entrance. A soft growl leaving Eddie’s throat as he moves forward and bites the right side of Steve’s ass with a soft giggle as he does it. “Don’t grow shy on me baby, seen you fall apart on my cock enough to know how much of a slut you are.” He grins as he pulls back. Not moving his eyes away from the others fingers.

Listening to Steve’s ragged breathing as he shoves two fingers inside of himself. Seeming far more eager now once he got some encouragement. Lube leaking down his thighs, as he starts thrusting them in and out. Soft higher pitched pants beginning to get louder and louder.

Eddie moves closer, flicking his tongue out as he licks up the others thighs. Where ever the lube fell down his tongue would be there within seconds. Playfully biting down once he was done just to hear the soft groan that Steve made. Lower and different from the higher ones. The higher ones were reserved for when something was in him while the lower ones were for the more painful things. Like the hair pulling, the biting with only the exception of his ass being messed with.

Time is nonexistent to the two of them, Steve’s third finger sliding itself in as causing his thighs to shake. Forehead moving and pressing against the stall as he whines loudly. Struggling to get a good angle as he begins bouncing himself up and down on his own fingers. Only causing Eddie to grow even more impatient as he pulls back letting go of the others ass. Quickly standing up, unbuckling himself as he moves his leg to spread the others legs out more. As much as they could with his pants swimming at his ankles.

Eddie’s pants are down and matching Steve’s as he carefully holds the condom he pulled from his leather jacket. Quickly checking for holes and the expiration date as he listens to the other still fucking himself. Carefully he rips the plastic open, doing another check over of the condom before he slides it down over his shaft. Leaving a air bubble at his tip like he had been shown in school. Thankful for some sex education as he moves down and lubes himself carefully. Not needing much and not wanting to ruin the only protection they had he proceeds to pull the others fingers out and slides in without hesitation.

Chin pressed awkwardly against his chess as he watches the other swallow him in. Biting his lip in concentration as he forces the others hips to stay still, not wanting him to hurt himself. Hair falling in his face as he begins to adjust his own footing as he fixes both hands against the others hips. Squeezing assuringly as his own collide with Steve’s ass. Eddie relaxes his shoulders, letting the feeling of the other squeezing around him settle in as he moves wrapping himself back around the other. Forcing him against the wall and to be much closer against Eddie as well. No room to escape as Eddie nips at his jaw.

“We good Stevie?” He asks gently. Every touches gentle until he knows the others alright. Watching the others eyelashes flutter a bit as his mouth stays open a bit. No words falling out, just a nod of his head from where the side of his face was squished against the wall. Both hands on either side of his face. Eddie tsks in response, moving a hand up and gently forces the other to look at him. Watching how dumb the other looks as he blinks slowly at him. “Words Steve, I need verbal consent. Not just a nod baby.” He says in a serious tone. That different from his bedroom voice, the tone to let the other know he wasn’t joking.

Steve melts as he nods his head again, “yes, I’m good. Please Eddie- fuck me.” He whines. All nerves leaving the both of them as Eddie grins once more. Snapping back into the heated moment they find themselves in as he begins to pull his hips back and push forward. Watching the way the others mouth falls open, listens intently to the way the other goes high pitch. The second Eddie’s moving he’s moaning.

Eddie moves closer, forcing the other against the wall as his hand slides back down the others body and wraps itself against his hip. Pulling him back into him as he pushes forward. Eddie groans gently, but for the most part only pants are heard from him as he picks up his speed. Head constantly in the others neck nipping and biting as Steve gets loud. Hands moving, unable to stay put as he squirms. Fingers moving to Eddie’s hair tugging a bit, causing Eddie to quickly slam his hand back where it was.

Enjoying the way his cock dragged against the others walls. Teeth constantly biting the others skin as he forces the others body to push up a little. Almost forcing Steve to lose balance. It’s hard to breath being this close, the heat growing hotter and hotter with how close they were. Steves eyes rolling back as his face squishes more up against the wall. Thighs and ass shaking from each thrust Eddie gives him.

They can hear the music from the other room, both of them choosing to ignore it. Not stopping as the bathroom door opens. Steve’s to fucked out to realize, Eddie knows and he just doesn’t care as he feels the stall starting to shake from the force of his thrusts. Feeling the pit of his stomach tighten as he moans losing control. Not keeping up with rhythm anymore as he starts to go faster, chasing his release as his hands move up and reach over the stall. Gripping onto the edge as he feels himself growing close to his. His hips forcing Steve’s move closer and closer to the wall.

Eddie pulls back from the others neck, the heat getting to much for him and instead places his forehead to the others back. Eyes opening and closing to watch himself force himself inside Steve. Grin forming on his lips, a dopey one before he gasps out louder as his hips stutter and he cums into the condom. Overstimulation beginning to creep in but doesn’t stop as each pump of cum is forced out of himself.

Almost missing the others release, he’s quick to pull the other back around him. No longer moving inside of him as he starts to grow soft in the condom. Head poking over the others shoulder as his hand reaches around him and the second his rings make contact with the others shaft, ropes of cum are painting the wall. Steve’s head tossing back as his body shakes from the force of it.

“Good boy, such a good boy Stevie. Know you got more in yah.” Eddie hums gently. Eyes never moving away as he rubs the others shaft with only two fingers. Wanting to make sure he got all of the cum he could out of the other. Feeling the way his shoulders sag against him as Eddie grins as he cuddles close to him. The heated moment melting and beginning to grow soft, up until they hear the toilet in the other stall flush. Causing Steve to tense up and go bright red as he groans realizing someone just heard him getting fucked.

Eddie simply laughs as he begins to pull out, “sorry baby, wanted the whole club to hear how good I make you feel.” He teases as he moves a finger to rub mindlessly at the others loose rim. Pulling the others face to look at him with his other hand as he begins to gently kiss him for the first time since being in there.

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kentopedia · 8 months

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rylie you’ve been dropping so many wonderful & delicious beast dazai things. don’t be shy tell me us more :DD - maybe some more of your spicy thoughts hehe 🙈

really anything !! go wild

nonnieee!!! i love these kinds of asks!! i have an endless amount of thoughts abt him. literally could go on for ages!

but ok ok so to start out a little tame... i already talked abt how dazai loves spoiling you, but he adores being spoiled right BACK!! for his birthday you buy him a watch with a sweet little message engraved on the back of the face, and he wears it every day. also if you ever go to fancy galas & underground auctions & such, dazai always matches with you!! <3 like if you’re wearing a red dress, dazai will have a tie custom made to that exact shade.

i think he likes keeping his relationship private for the most part, but when it comes to everyone in the port mafia... he's SUCH a showoff. its too hard to keep it a secret from them, so his thinking is that if they're going to know, they're going to KNOW. he is not (!!!) above walking into a meeting with the execs with messy hair, an undone tie and lipstick stains all over his neck where the bandages don't quite reach.

eek and for some little spicy thoughts!! i always feel so awkward abt posting them, but if you all rlly wanna know i will never refuse!! idk if i put this in my headcanons, but i’ve been thinking abt dazai placing your chair at the head of the table right next to him for mafia meetings. the two chairs are so elaborate, and so close together you’re practically on top of him. but he wants to make sure everyone respects you as much as him.

but... sometimes he's just far too tempted by you sitting right there looking so pretty that he just slips a hand over your thigh, teasing you at first. his hands are so gentle, and you freeze up, but don't move, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of the people you see every day. nothing in his expression changes, but dazai he keeps going. he just sits there, unamused by the conversation taking place on the other end of the table, while you're trying so hard to keep a straight face.

he leans back, grazes your inner thigh, lazily, and then moves his fingers where you're already wet, lips tugging up almost imperceptibly when he notices. and you're digging your nails into the arm of the chair, trying hard not to grind your teeth and make it obvious what's going on.

dazai sits there beside you, waving his free hand around as he talks to akutagawa, who just stares back, nodding. everyone slouches in their seats, waiting for the meeting to be over.

then, he slips a finger under your panties and you almost choke, growing far too hot all over. you meet kouyou's eyes three seats down, and when you're almost certain that she knows what's going on under the table, you grab dazai's wrist, forcing him to stop. you aren't sure if you can keep your face blank if he goes any further.

he taunts you for the next half hour, but once everyone leaves the meeting, dazai's giving you a tiny little grin and you're already making your way on top of him, climbing into his lap, digging your fingers into your hair as you kiss him.

and dazai teases you endlessly... but you shut him up quickly when you sink onto his cock and ride him in the chair that's supposed to be for the scary port mafia boss that can never seem to control himself around you <3

#oops i got carried away #well.#enjoy !! come back to vist me nonnie <33 #feel free to send me your thoughts too !!!#osamu 🌹 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆#dazai x reader #xoxo rylie 💌 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆#໒꒱ rylie's angels

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oh-saints · 1 year

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can you do physical insecurity with ruben too? 🥹

we're back on another epsiode of headcanons/blurbs in hope to cure my fried brain at work

BUT I LOVE THIS SO MUCH like this is what i might be feeling when looking at his ig following

before you met ruben, you never have to think about anything that can possibly trigger any insecurity

you have a fairly excellent body, healthy too

but when your friends show you rúben's following list, you can feel the green monster showing its head

despite telling your friends that you don't care, you care TOO MUCH not to scroll and view each and every profile of the women he recently follows

long legs, bikini snaps, semi-nude shots at the beach, exotic dancers, models, actress... and the list goes on...

you count that the women build up 3/4 of his following now and you feel sick all the sudden

you casually ask him once about it and he shruggs it off easily, "they want me to follow them, that's all"

5 minutes of knowing rúben and they'd asked him to follow them? and he said yes without a fight?

AND THAT'S ALL?

you wanna scream at him bcs surely it's NOT at all for you??? he doesn't even follow you until now, citing not wanting to draw the attention to you

does that mean it includes his attention to you?

do you have to do liposuction and salmon dna and everything else to get his recognition?

is he ashamed of you?

your friends try to distract you from the reality, saying rúben choose you instead of those girls, but you realise you can never be those girls anyway

and if he's ashamed of you, then the least you can do is to become someone he's proud of

but rúben noticed your behaviour's changing, your demeanor's changing. you change and now he doesn't recognise YOU

"isn't this what you want?" is your response when rúben confronts about your drastic transformation

"i never say anything about what i want, coração. i'm happy with what i once had in you."

but he walks away after he said it and he regrets it bcs the moment he steps out of the door, he can hear you hide the sniffs

so he comes back and hugs you tightly instead and you spend the night in each other's embrace without words

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gurenmonster · 1 month

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No but Chanse's soft spot for Damien is so cute. I'm still not over when Damien said his brain was wrong and Chanse responded "not wrong, different" in the baf legacy discussion or when he defended him from Trevor in the shipping video/Courtney in secret hitler.

I think you're right that they can be nerdy together since Chanse is often paired with Angela and Amanda who are oblivious to that stuff so we see a different side of him when he's with Damien. They were in their little side convo a big part of the pumpkin carving stream and it was pretty wholesome

I'm still not over when Damien said his brain was wrong and Chanse responded "not wrong, different" in the baf legacy discussion

Yeah!! That's what I meant in the other ask when I said that Chanse has a type of patience with Damien, because he understands how he is to some extent (I hope I'm making sense) that moment lives rent free in my head, it was so so sweet 🥹 (Chanse will not let him talk down on himself!)

I think you're right that they can be nerdy together since Chanse is often paired with Angela and Amanda who are oblivious to that stuff so we see a different side of him when he's with Damien.

I didn't even think of that! He is paired up often with peeps who don't really "get it" :o

I wonder if this soft spot maybe originates from that realization that he can be as nerdy as he can with Damien cuz he'll most likely bring in the same energy ?

They were in their little side convo a big part of the pumpkin carving stream and it was pretty wholesome

That stream became one of my favorites! <3

I've said this before but I went back to that stream this year cuz I was catching up on smosh videos I had missed and so I put this specific stream in the background, but then I just completely sat down to watch it cuz I noticed Chanse and Damien interacting a lot! I was surprised! (plus the stream was honestly pretty fun and I wanted to see the whole carving process lol)

Before that, they didn't really give me like vibes they would connect but I'm glad I was proven wrong! I think this stream was the beginning of me being interested in these two as a duo :]

#oops i got carried away #ask #anon #smosh #chamien #we're keeping this tag alive 🫡

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sleepymarmot · 11 months

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There are two words similar to the English “palisade” in my language. One of them, “palisad”, seems to have the same meaning, and I haven’t encountered it very often. The other, “palisadnik”, is a word I’m much more familiar with — and it usually means “front garden”. So that was my association with the season name at first, strong enough that it took me some time to check what “palisade” actually means.

But now I think that mental image was surprisingly appropriate.

On the one hand, the planet Palisade is kind of a front yard of the Twilight Mirage — a small area that you pass on the way between “home” and the wider world, a fence protecting that border. I assume the latter is the actual reason for that name.

But the symbolism of gardening is something that is present in the text even on a Watsonian level. In the finale of Twilight Mirage, Gray Gloaming uses "garden” as a positive metaphor: a small space where spontaneity and free will can exist, where diversity is cultivated and is allowed to stand out and bloom (as opposed to the enforced uniformity of a field of guaranteed events). On the opposite, in the first episode of Palisade, gardening a sinister metaphor of colonialist propaganda: settlers taking control of a space and redesigning it to fit their standards and serve their demands (as opposed to a field that was abandoned or not even cultivated in the first place).

In both cases, the metaphorical opposition is built around the words “field” and “garden”, but the word “field” itself seems to mean opposite things between these two examples. Satellite (and her father)’s “field” is a cultivated space, something that has been transformed by application of power: “[Crystal Palace’s] predictions were like an endless field of perfect poppies”, with a “foreign strain” of “wildflowers” of a different color and “gardener’s tools” among these planted flowers. False Gur Sevraq’s sermons are rephrased out of character rather than shown directly, but I think that doesn’t change the metaphor — “field” as a space not properly maintained, not yet transformed by application of power: “the galaxy in general, and Palisade specifically, isn’t meant to be a jungle, or an overgrown field”. Meanwhile, a garden is still a garden — but what is stands for changes drastically depending on who is doing the gardening.

I wrote most of this post after listening to episode 4, but in the middle of writing I searched the transcripts for specific quotes and saw that this metaphor was discussed in even more detail in a later episode. That’s validating, and I skimmed the quotes but I don’t have full context for them yet, so the two paragraphs above are not really taking them into account.

Anyway, back to where I started the post: actually, in the light of all of the above, I think my subconscious had a point about this one. Canon or not, I’m keeping the idea that there’s some distant connection to gardens in the name of the planet itself.

#oops i got carried away #these words do not sound real to me anymore #friends at the table #divine universe #palisade #blah blah blah #this must be the most esl post i've made all year

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smeddiemunson · 1 year

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90, 161 and 188 please 🧛‍♂️🖤

Thank you @steddie-as-he-goes I hope you like it!

i see your little vampire emoji so you get vampire!eddie 🖤

90: Catch me if you can! 161: Bite me. 188: Mine.

warnings: mature content, light predator/prey dynamics, light blood kink.

Ever since the Upside Down bled through the cracks in the earth, Hawkins only dealt in extremes.

The sun was beating hot above his head, the water of Steve's pool was cool against the skin of his legs and Eddie was hungry.

Eddie knew hunger. He knew nights of going to bed with nothing more than water in his stomach, having told Wayne that he had eaten and that the food left in the fridge (still only a meager offering) was all for him to enjoy. He knew what it meant to crave, to salivate at the mere idea of food.

Or at least he thought he did.

The moment his eyes snapped open, chained to a hospital bed in an underground lab, everything Eddie thought he knew was thrown out of the window.

Hunger for food paled in comparison to the way he hungered for blood.

"You're quiet today," Steve observed. He had been doing laps of the pool, a piece of normalcy while they waited, endlessly waited, for Vecna to show his hand, but he came to a stop next to Eddie.

Eddie turned his face to the sun. Not a moment passed where he wasn't thankful that that piece of lore had turned out to be wrong.

"I'm hungry."

Steve let out a gentle 'ah'.

He was so understanding, his Steve.

"I think I need to hunt too."

This was something they didn't talk about. Eddie was a predator now, he had instincts that he fought tooth and nail with every day. He tracked deer and foxes through the forest behind Steve’s house but their blood wasn’t enough to satisfy.

Steve placed a hand on Eddie's calf, lightly flexing his fingers against the skin until Eddie was forced to look at him. He smiled and let go, using his feet to push off the wall, further into the pool out of Eddie's reach.

"Catch me if you can!" He teased playfully.

Eddie felt as if he couldn't possibly love a person more than he did Steve in that moment.

Steve was a far better swimmer than Eddie, but Eddie possessed a preternatural stamina that Steve couldn't dream of matching. It would satiate the need for now.

Eddie threw himself into the pool, water splashed onto the pool coping that Steve would tut over later if it hadn't evaporated by then.

Steve gasped and scrambled into a front crawl, lithely parting the water as he swam to the edge furthest away from Eddie. He paused long enough to tread the water, to laugh at Eddie moving much less gracefully, to wait until Eddie got close enough to hear the blood singing in his veins so he could dart away and begin their chase again.

And it continued that way. Steve would sometimes roll over onto his back so he could watch as Eddie tried to keep up with him, so he could figure out exactly what Eddie was trying to do and make sure he foiled the plan before it could start.

When Steve finally started flagging (sooner than Eddie had been anticipating) Eddie didn't toy with him. He caught up just enough to wrap a hand around Steve's ankle and pull.

Steve flailed against the water, head dipping under and hands grabbing for purchase against nothing, but he didn't fight the pull. He never fought the pull when Eddie was hungry.

Eddie got him around the waist, holding Steve against his chest, feeling the way his breath came in huge gulps. Steve’s blood called to him.

"You fucked up my hair," Steve spluttered as he settled into Eddie's hold, stretching his neck back to rest his head on Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie didn't respond, didn't tell him that it was fucked up anyway. He nosed at the side of Steve's neck, inhaling the scent of chlorine and sweat, letting his lips rest over his beating pulse. He pushed his hips forward, pushing his half-hard cock into the meat of Steve’s ass.

Steve groaned at the contact. He twisted around in Eddie's hold so he had something to hold onto as Eddie slowly backed them into the shallow end of the pool. He wasn’t coherent enough to hold them both above the water while he fed.

"Come on, Eddie," Steve whispered. His back touched the wall of the pool and his legs opened to cradle Eddie's body against him, hooking his ankles around Eddie’s thighs. "Bite me."

Eddie was helpless but to obey. He wanted to tease, he wanted to make Steve beg for it, to pull those delicious whimpers and mewls from his lips.

But he was hungry.

He held eye contact with Steve for a moment longer. Long enough to tap the pointer finger of his left hand against Steve’s neck twice, long enough for Steve to tap Eddie’s right shoulder twice in response.

The noise Steve made as his flesh was pierced was nothing short of pornographic. His finger nails dug into Eddie’s deltoid, his other hand held Eddie’s head against his neck, as if Eddie could ever bear to leave his space there.

Blood poured into Eddie’s mouth, filling his mouth in hot bursts. It spilled past the corners of his lips in his desperation for more.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, Eddie,” Steve chanted. “Take everything you need, baby. I’m yours!”

He was sobbing and shaking and just letting Eddie take. He was giving himself over completely, as he always did.

It took every ounce of self control Eddie possessed to pull away when he heard Steve’s words beginning to slur together.

Eddie pushed their clothed cocks together, watching as Steve arched into the touch, so sensitive with ever nerve ending alight. He was at full hardness, desperate to be touched.

Steve, looking at him with glassy eyes from blood loss and arousal, gently untangled his fingers from Eddie’s hair, always gentle. He used the thumb of of that hand to swipe up the blood coating Eddie’s chin.

“Mine,” he whispered in wonder as he pushed the thumb into Eddie’s mouth. “Me.”

Eddie licked up every drop that Steve pushed into his mouth.

His Steve, too precious to waste even a single atom.

“Always you,” Eddie promised.

He kissed Steve soundly, pushing his tongue past the seam of Steve’s lips so he could taste just how delicious he was.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie-as-he-goes #ask #oops i got carried away #i just love a set up #would you believe me if i said i've never written vampire stuff before even though it's one of my favourite tropes #my fic #also lmao at me ever pretending that I wouldn’t immediately feel the need to fill the prompts #my assignments are going well though! I feel good about them!#prompt fill

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potofsoup · 2 years

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Voting to reform a system built and maintained on white supremacy is a lost cause. I get where you're coming from, and I think your intentions are good, but please read the room. We don't need Marvel characters telling us to organize and vote, we need people to call for the end of the American Empire.

This country has never been worth saving.

Hi, thank you for sending in an ask! Let me take this line by line:

"Voting to reform a system built and maintained on white supremacy is a lost cause" and “This country has never been worth saving.”

It's funny, because my spouse started saying this to me in the last few years, since Trump's election, and ... (a) I'm like “yup, this country is definitely built on white supremacy, as anyone who this system has oppressed has always known” and (b) my question is -- what are you going to do about it? *How* are you going to end the American Empire? Can you convince America to restore Hawaiian sovereignty? Restore native land? End the prison slavery system?

One of the reasons I used the women's suffrage movement in the comic is because the Constitution was written to protect white male land-owner (and mostly slave-owning) rights. The women's suffrage movement was able to successfully amend the Constitution to make it *slightly* less built on white supremacy. The Equal Protection clause of the 14th Amendment is also pretty darn amazing, and not to mention the Civil Rights movement. These things make my heart aflutter when I read about them, and inspire me to keep going.

But yes, this is a place where you (and my spouse) differ from me -- I believe in incrementally changing the system we have. You know what country is very pro abortion rights, and not built on White Supremacy? China. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Every country’s got its own problems, so for better or for worse, I’m currently choosing to focus on the country that I have. A reparations bill is making its way through the California state legislature. I've seen some articles about some states returning land stewardship to local tribes. A combination of multiple forces is making both EV and rail systems more viable in my region. Those are things that give me hope. You're welcome to join my spouse in taking down the American Empire (or leaving it altogether), but that's *your* to-do list, not mine.

"I get where you're coming from, and I think your intentions are good,"

Oh, thanks!

"but please read the room. We don't need Marvel characters telling us to organize and vote,”

Hmmm.... are you aware that this is a comic that I've drawn once a year on July 4th, for the LAST 9 YEARS? It helps me process the state of America from the very helpful perspective of Steve Rogers. I know that Marvel has become synonymous with lazy writing and corporate greed in the past 5 years or so, but I encourage you to look into Steve Rogers’ character history -- would someone who took down all of SHIELD because it was too corrupt to be worth saving be pissed about the American Empire? I think yes. I have a very low opinion of Marvel in general, but I love the pragmatic idealism of Steve, the world-weary kindness of Sam, the tenacity of Bucky. They are the Captain Americas of my heart.

I drew my annual comic featuring my favorite Marvel characters talking about the importance of going forward even when your back is against the wall, because that’s the message that I needed to hear as I sat on my couch this past week trying to think through all this. This is the message that I chose to spend my evenings drawing this week.

So -- please read the room. Or at least my previous comics, so that you know what context I’m coming from.

“we need people to call for the end of the American Empire."

Mmmm yes. Who is this “we” that needs other people to do this? Who are these “people” that you think should be calling for the end of the American Empire? By framing it this way, it’s definitely easier to have it be someone else’s task. Are you going into everyone’s inboxes asking for this? And what do you think happens when people are confronted with a task as big as “end the American Empire” or “end Racism” or “stop Climate Change”? I’ll tell you what happens to me: I freeze up. These systemic things in the abstract are too big for wee individuals like me to tackle, and so instead of activism, all you get is anxiety.

One of the reblog tags from yesterday’s comic said that the comic was “#(terrifying in that unlike despair it asks for more than just our suffering and death)“ and ... yes. Exactly. It’s hard to both acknowledge that the systemic problems are too hard for an individual to tackle, *and then finding something to do anyway.* It takes effort to break such a large task into small actionable steps. It takes effort to build organizations and networks so that individuals can band together to take on systems.

So, if you have an organization dedicated to the end of the American Empire, that takes concrete action beyond just calling for its end, tell me and I’ll join.

#oops I got carried away #I have too many opinions and that's why I usually stay off of tumblr #let's not talk about the amount of effort and self care it takes for me to stay positive on a daily basis #but i gotta #cause it's the only way I can keep going

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sunflower-butch · 2 years

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More random music rambling disguised as analysis incoming:

Doomsday by Lizzy McAlpine x Werewolf Robin/Monster Hunter Nancy

We’re just gonna delve right in <33

Nancy and Robin are stuck in a delicate push and pull dance. Nancy knows that Robin is a monster, and Robin knows the same of Nancy—for different reasons. They should, by all means, hate each other. Especially when Nancy Wheeler decides her next target is the feral werewolf in town—assumed to be one Robin Buckley. But then they meet.

Nancy is quick to realize that Robin is no average werewolf. She’s softer than expected, warmer, kinder, she has a certain charm. She’s not a vicious monster. She’s painfully human.

Robin finds out that Nancy is losing her humanity. She’s been hunting for years on a revenge path that’s been tearing her up for years, leaving an angry husk. She learns pretty early that she is not the monster.

But there’s a weird magnetism between them. Robin is infuriatingly smooth and Nancy is achingly beautiful. Nancy finds it harder and harder to picture sinking her blade into Robin’s heart—she’d rather cradle it in her hands and protect it. Robin knows this woman is death incarnate—her own death, matching steadily closer, but she can’t help but fall for this powerful woman.

Pull the plug in September

I don't want to die in June

I'd like to start planning my funeral

I've got work to do, hmm

Jokes about not wanting to die during Pride month aside—

After weeks of their back and forth, Robin begins to want Nancy to just get it over with. She’s not ready to die, not really. It becomes, “Are you going to kill me tomorrow?” and a promise of, “One more day, Robbie. One more day,” over and over, and it’s tearing her apart. Robin wants to get it over with, because this ache in her chest is killing her slowly, and she’d much prefer the silver dagger. She she agrees. “One more day, Nance.” And one more day after that. Maybe not June. Maybe September. Maybe October. Maybe—Maybe never?

She could only hope.

Pull the plug, make it painless

I don't want a violent end

Don't say that you'll always love me

'Cause you know I'd bleed myself dry for you

Over and over again

Again, Robin is beginning to wish this would just end, one way or another. She’s hurting, and she’s tired of it. She’s tired of sneaking around with Nancy, tired of waiting for the inevitable knife in the back. She doesn’t want to feel the pain anymore—is it so much to ask for an end to it? A painless death at the hands of Nancy Wheeler?

But Nancy swears she loves her, and it only hurts worse, because god if Robin isn’t willing to give every part of herself, to bleed out for this girl.

Doomsday is close at hand

I'll book the marching band

To play as you speak

I’ll feel like throwing up

You'll sit and stare like

A goddamn machine

Robin feels the end approaching. Whether that means another tally on Nancy’s belt, another dead monster, or Nancy leaving her with her broken heart, or maybe, just maybe a happy ending—but no. It’s doomsday. Doomsday is approaching, and one way or another, it’s going to kill her.

And when she tells Nancy she can’t do this anymore, Nancy is… Nancy is cold. Unfeeling. More machine than human. It’s because she’s shoving her own emotions down, of course—Robin knows Nancy, her inability to be vulnerable. She’s heard time and time again how Nancy can’t show emotion in the line of work—but god if it doesn’t hurt.

(insert obligatory marching band Robin joke)

I'd like to plan out my part in this

But you're such a narcissist

You'll probably do it next week

I don't get a choice in the matter

Why would I? It's only the death of me

Only the death of me

Robin can’t help but be bitter. It feels like Nancy is dragging it out, and it’s so fucking cruel. Robin doesn’t feel like she has a say in her own life, her own death anymore. Nancy holds her heart in her teeth, and one way or another, she’s going to crush it.

She’ll die at Nancy’s hands. Maybe by silver dagger or silver bullet—or maybe by the girl doing something so simple as leaving her alive.

If Nancy leaves her, after the way they’ve fallen for each other, she knows she won’t be the same. Hell, the Robin she was before Nancy is already dead.

Pull the plug, but be careful

I don't wanna die too soon

I think there's good in you somewhere

I'll hang on 'til the chaos is through

Despite the pain and the confusion Robin is suffering, she really is in love. Deeply, irrevocably in love with the angel of death, and so despite her want for an end—a small part of her can’t help but want it to draw out more. Every day she wakes up in Nancy’s arms, without that wretched knife in her back, it’s heaven. A small slice of heaven that’s all hers. She hands her heart to Nancy without question, knows the end is inevitable, she’s practically begging for it, but she asks Nancy to be careful.

And this horrible hope begins to burn, literally burn, an angry, all consuming wildfire in her chest that is burning her from the inside out, because she’s in love and Nancy is too, and they’ve both changed. Nancy seems to almost forget her warpath in favor of the stolen moments with Robin, and she’s beginning to see the errors she’s made. Nancy is learning that not all monsters are as they seem—and that she herself isn’t as innocent as she’d like to believe. I just think this line in particular could be either one of them singing to the other. Nancy knows Robin is more than her affliction—she’s a good person. And Robin knows that Nancy is more than a killer. Robin becomes more determined to see this through, to forge ahead through the chaos because maybe, just maybe there’s a light at the end of the tunnel—and not in the sense of heaven after death.

It doesn’t work out.

The death of me was so quiet

No friends and family allowed

Only my murderer, you

And the priest who told you to go to hell

Nancy knows she can’t be feeling this, can’t be getting lost in love with a werewolf. Nancy distances herself a little, focusing her attention back on the hunt for the feral werewolf. It stings. Robin avoids her in turn.

But then the hunt is over, the feral werewolf is dead, and Nancy tries to find Robin, to tell her she’s leaving—she can’t do this anymore—and they fight. Robin calls her out.

Remember this post?

Robin loses it. For the first time ever, she loses control of the wolf. It’s quieter than her normal shifts at first. Silent crying as her bones break and shift, as her form morphs into the ugly beast she knows Nancy hates, the monster she tries so hard to keep inside herself, forced out by the very girl who feared this would happen. She knows Nancy will kill her now, will sink her dagger into Robin’s fur covered chest and twist it until Robin bled out on the ground. It’s Nancy’s fault, really. Her murderer. Does that make Robin the priest? Maybe. Or maybe it’s Nancy’s guilt. Perhaps it’s both.

And the funny thing is I would've married you

If you'd have stuck around

I feel more free than I have in years

Six feet in the ground

It’s true. Robin is head over heels for Nancy fucking Wheeler. Nancy Wheeler, the priss. Nancy Wheeler, the monster killer. Nancy Wheeler, her own death in human form. She would have married her in an instant, but instead she knows that it won’t end that way. Not with a gold wedding band, but with a silver noose around her neck, choking those traces of desperate love from her.

And it’s freeing, really. Knowing her death is inevitable, that in moments, Nancy Wheeler will march through the door and plunge a dagger into her heart. She’ll finally be free of this goddamn ache in her chest—and really, maybe the dagger has been there all along, in the form of this torturous doomed romance.

But it doesn’t come. Instead, Nancy opens the door—she heard the shift, of course—and she sees all 8 feet of Robin, her hooked claws and elongated fangs, the sharp golden eyes. She sees a monster, but… She sees Robin. Fucking Robin Buckley. She can’t do it.

She’ll step closer, put a hand out to the beast. Robin will growl at her, but she won’t care. She’ll caress the wolf’s nose, cup a hand against her face. The silver dagger will clatter to the ground as she stares into golden eyes that hold so much pain and love and anger and guilt will choke her.

She’ll cradle Robin’s broad head in gentle, bloodstained hands, and she’ll place a soft kiss on her forehead, and she’ll whisper “I’m sorry,” over and over until Robin comes back to her.

No killing blow is struck, but death happens. It isn’t the way Robin imagines it. It isn’t her life force bleeding out on the carpet, but the anger, the pain, it’s leaking out of her at the seems, rolling down her cheeks in bittersweet tears. A different body will hit the floor—that of the monster hunter, leaving behind the human girl she inhabited. Again Nancy will apologize and pull her in for a kiss.

And Robin will know this is the end—not her death, but Nancy Wheeler’s, and it was caused at her own bloody claws. But it was a death that needed to happen.

Doomsday is here, and it looks not like another mounted werewolf head, but like two broken girls embracing each other with acceptance.

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I want to know your Chicks top 5!!

fuck i should've known this was coming 😭, and congrats you get a Top 10 instead of 5 because i also cannot possibly choose 5

1. Top of the World - UNBEATABLE, BEST OF THE BEST, I SEE GOD WHEN I LISTEN TO THIS SONG, CAUSED MY DEPRESSION

the rest have no real ranking, i just picked my faves from each album

Wide Open Spaces - i got an impulse tattoo of the chorus lyrics lmao

Long Time Gone - WHAT a way to start the album, that fiddle intro is ingrained in my mind

Landslide - i like this version more than the original🧍‍♂️

Travelin' Soldier - 7yo me looking out the backseat car window experiencing the entire range of human emotion vibes

Easy Silence - i'm not usually a Big Romance type but this is the most beautiful song of all time and if you're dating me and this shows up on a mixtape then assume that I'm imagining our future wedding

Not Ready to Make Nice - need i say more, that BRIDGE 😩

Lullaby - copy/paste response to Easy Silence

Gaslighter - i listened to this song for nearly 24 hours straight when it dropped ngl

Julianna Calm Down - i am not immune to the Jack Antonoff influence, a banger, Natalie needs to drop more f-bombs

Honorable Mentions: I Can Love You Better, Let 'er Rip, Once You've Loved Somebody, Goodbye Earl, Sin Wagon, Truth No. 2, White Trash Wedding, The Long Way Around, Sleep at Night

#the chicks #oops i got carried away

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supersonicdreams · 2 years

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@dearxeden

It still surprised Belle how quickly everything could go to shit and how out of the blue it all happened. As someone who seemed incapable of staying alone for too long, Belle quickly got a boyfriend. Jason was everything she thought she wanted. Until he began to control her, to read her texts, go through her phone, make scenes about the guys she hang out with. So Belle did the healthy thing and broke up with him, ignoring it when he said that she would regret it.

And boy did she regret it.

She was in the club when all her pictures were sent to literally everyone. Her nudes, the ones that were private and that she sent him when they were together. Her friend Summer had to take her out of there and ever since that night, Belle disappeared from the social life, including her social media. And that was just the begining. She got expelled from the University team and said good bye her chances of competing for the Olympics. She also got in trouble with the school and her mother gave her a lot of shit.

And what did Jason get for doing what he did? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. How unfair was that.

Now here she was, leaving the ice skating rink, her bag hanging from her shoulder. What was even the point of practicing? She had to remind herself how much she loved skating and that’s exactly why she was there. Belle was definitely not at her best, she had lost several pounds and overall, she just looked like a sad girl as opposed to the bubbly and smiling self she had been her entire life.

She was heading to the bus stop, given the fact that her car was at the mechanic, when she saw him. Belle hadn’t spoken to Elliot ever since that night in his car, but she did hear the rumours of him beating up Jason; rumours that she didn’t believe at first, but she then noticed the bruising in his knuckles and even Summer - who despised him - had to admit that he did well for once. So the words escaped her mouth even before she could process them.

“Hey, Elliot!” She called as she approached to him.

#starter: belle #belle&elliot002 #oops i got carried away #no need to match ofc

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eeveeliciousrp · 2 years

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@bigidiotenergy Lost in the Labyrinth

Maybe realm hopping wasn’t the best idea Alucard had come up with. His trail of thought was fueled by the pain he has suffered so much in the last two to three years. Losing his family, having to kill his father, friends abandoning him and the endless mistreatment and cruelty by humans drove him to a point of depression where he just wanted to leave. Heartbroken and miserable in the world he was in he dug through the vast collection of books in Dracula’s castle where he had found more than a few that described other realms and how to create doorways and portals.

This gave him hope for someplace new, a fresh start, or at the very least away from the humans who he had fought so hard save only to be hated and treated like the very same monsters he had slain. He gathered up supplies he’d need with only a few mementos and extra clothing then the dhampir went to work casting this magical doorway. What he was doing he had no control of where it would open up, but anywhere was better than here.

The magic portal opened with a flourish of bright light and mist, Alucard couldn’t see a thing for a few moments and had to shield his eyes. Then after a moment the light was gone and he was in an entirely different world. The dhampir looked around in amazement then back to the ground, nothing he had used to bring himself here came along. Not even the book he used. He was stuck in this realm now.

Might as well get a better view of the landscape. Levitating up high enough to be able to see over the walls around him Alucard observed what appeared to be hundreds of miles of mazes. Walls of stone and hedges, some intentionally built some appeared to be like the very landscape was naturally a labyrinth. In the distance there seemed to be a castle or mountain, that would be a good place to head. The dhampir tried to use his powers to teleport but the magic of this world instead slammed him back to the ground, as if preventing him from taking the easy way.

Alucard groaned in pain as he pushed himself back up, a little fearful now as he had never experienced something like that. Looks like walking was the only option. After readjusting his sack of supplies and a hand on the hilt of his sword he began his journey through this mystical labyrinth.

#bigidiotenergy #{Alucard ~ Son of Dracula}#oops I got carried away #didn't mean to write this much #hope thats okay~

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19ndonboy · 1 year

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YOU’RE ON THE PHONE WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND SHE’S UPSET SHE’S GOING OFF ABOUT SOMETHING THAT YOU SAID CAUSE SHE DOESN’T GET YOUR HUMOR LIKE I DO!!!!! I’M IN MY ROOM IT’S A TYPICAL TUESDAY NIGHT I’M LISTENING TO THE KIND OF MUSIC SHE DOESN’T LIKE AND SHE’LL NEVER KNOW YOUR STORY LIKE I DO BUT SHE WEARS SHORT SKIRTS I WEAR TSHIRTS SHE’S CHEER CAPTAIN AND I’M ON THE BLEACHERS DREAMING ABOUT THE DAY WHEN YOU WAKE UP AND FIND THAT WHAT YOU’RE LOOKING FOR HAS BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME

#oops i got carried away

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talesofourworlds · 1 year

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“I want someone else to take care of me. You’re terrible.” Anise-anon, for whichever Abyss muse feels most appropriate! From the injured meme ^^

"The hell do you want from me, then?! I'm not a trained healer like Natalia!"

"If you want someone else so badly, you shouldn't have gotten separated from the dreck and the rest of your group! You're stuck with me until those idiots come looking for you, you know," Asch huffed. He didn't exactly want to be in this situation either. After all, Asch was used to working by himself. He hadn't wanted to go stumbling upon any of Luke's group when he had more important things to be worrying about, let alone stumbling upon any of them injured like Anise was. Judging from her wounds, it was likely one of Arietta's monster friends that had done this to Anise. He was well enough aware of what a liger was capable of to recognize the way the claws had torn skin.

But if Anise was going to be a stubborn ass about accepting his attempt at help, which... admittedly wasn't the greatest, then Asch felt like he needed to snap back. Hence the yelling. Now that he'd gotten it out of his system, he was able to focus again. It would be a while before Luke and the others found Anise. She was stuck with him until then. And Asch hated that.

What was he supposed to do? Clearly she wasn't a fan of how he was trying to bandage her wounds. He only had so much first aid training. Van had prioritized battle training over first aid, and what he did remember was what he'd learned from Natalia when they were younger. So then what was he meant to do for a patient that was being about as stubborn as he'd be in her shoes?

Turned out, allowing himself to think for a moment was the solution.

Without a word, Asch drew his sword. To anyone else, it might have looked like he'd gotten so fed up that he was ending it. But Asch did have a plan. He drove his sword into the ground near Anise, teeth clenched and brows knit together so tight it looked like his face would get stuck that way, and he watched as a small burst of white light came up from the hastily made glyph.

Guardian Field wasn't much, but it would do in a pinch. Anise was sure to feel the warmth of the admittedly low grade seventh fonons doing something, at least.

"...Do you always let yourself get into trouble like this?"

#ic #Crimson Pride (Asch)#Following Our Paths #OOPS I GOT CARRIED AWAY

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