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meltedhorror · 2 years

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... Claws scraping against concrete floor and pipes bending beneath his weight. . .

"Found you"

Day 7; Visitor

#that's right two part baybeeee #thank you hun for the suggestion <3 #goretober 2022 #goretober #own art #sketch #my art #oc #horror #tw #simon #horror tw #blood tw #injury tw #ask to tag

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hairstevington · 11 months

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i can't tune you out (part 3)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley x Chrissy Cunningham

Summary: Eddie and Chrissy become friends. Robin and Chrissy bond. Eddie and Steve strike a deal.

(part 1, part 2)

Word Count: 4.8K (it's a long one!)

Warnings: Rockstar!Eddie/Musician!Steve, modern day AU, enemies to lovers STILL very much enemies sorry I love a slow burn, Chrissy x Comphet, allusions to Chrissy having body issues, Hellcheer being wholesome, angst upon angst baybeeee, this chapter is very fun just bear with the boys absolutely despising each other lmao

A/N: Hello friends! From here on out, this fic will only be posted to my Ao3. If you're digging the story so far, go ahead and follow along here! To those that don't have accounts, I might be able to finesse some sort of system where I let you guys know when I've updated. Also, for those in need of Soft Steddie (tm), more "Flowers and Ink" is coming soon! Love y'all <3

Eddie got to the bar before Chrissy did, but he kind of preferred it that way. It gave him a chance to sit down, order a drink, and settle into the environment before being thrust into more chaos.

Sometimes, even though he thrived in insanity, he needed a moment to breathe. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud, of course.

“Hey, stranger!” Chrissy’s voice rang from behind him. He spun around and was surprised when she threw her arms around him, pulling him into a hug. He’d thought that she’d been extra sweet and friendly the night before because of the alcohol, but apparently that was just her vibe. It was actually really nice.

“H-hi, Chrissy,” Eddie replied, hugging her back. She pulled away after one last squeeze, then plopped herself beside him. “How’s it going?”

“Pretty good,” she answered. “I was up all night, so I slept most of the day. Now, I’ll probably be up all night again. Such is life.”

“Been there,” Eddie replied, taking a sip of his drink.

“Can I get a vodka soda and two shots of tequila, please?” Chrissy asked the bartender.

“Tequila?” Eddie asked, attempting to hide the disgust on his face. He hadn’t touched the stuff in years, after one fateful night involving a playground. Helpful tip - being drunk on a swing set is not the move.

“Tequila,” Chrissy confirmed with a smirk. “I’m invested now, and considering this is our first of potentially many drinks together, I figured we should start off with a bang.”

Eddie stared at her, blankly. She wanted to see him again after this? But he hadn’t even really done anything!

“Why are you so invested in this?” Eddie asked.

“I dunno,” Chrissy replied with a shrug. The bartender put the vodka soda down in front of her, and she started mixing it around with the thin plastic straw. “I guess I’m just kinda…bored?”

“Bored?” Eddie repeated. “How could you be bored when you’re doing all the shit you do? Going to parties and photoshoots and - I mean, you barely know me.”

“My life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” she responded. There was a flicker of sadness in her eyes, but it left as quickly as it had come. Chrissy sipped her drink, then thanked the bartender as she set the shots down. “Come on, let’s commemorate this!”

She took out her phone and gestured for Eddie to hold his drink up so they could take a picture. He was blown away by the whole thing, honestly. He almost texted Carla just to be like - can you believe this shit?

It all seemed too easy. She was too open to being his friend, and he didn’t know why. He’d worked hard and all that, but he didn’t feel like he was decent enough of a person to get any sort of karmic reward. So this all felt a little suspicious, but he tried to enjoy it anyway.

They did the shot. At least Chrissy had sprung for the high-quality liquor. It was still kinda nasty.

“How was the rest of the party?” he asked.

“Good,” Chrissy responded with a tight-lipped smile. She didn’t add any details, which was odd, but she spoke again before Eddie could ask any follow-up questions. “So, what’s the deal with you? People say you’re dating Steve, but you didn’t even know what he looked like last night, soooo…”

Alright, here we go.

“Yeah, well,” Eddie began. “I’m not dating him, clearly.” No sense in lying to Chrissy when she already knew.

“But you want to?” Chrissy asked. Eddie shrugged. He would have flat out told her the truth, but he was hesitant to give everything away immediately. Steve was the one with the power, and Eddie hated that. “Do I need to order us another shot?”

“Please, no,” Eddie shot back instantly. When Chrissy laughed, he realized she’d been joking. “Sorry, it’s just -”

“It’s okay,” Chrissy assured him. “Talking to people in this business is hard. You never know who you can trust. I used to be a lot more open, and then you kinda just learn that you…can’t be, most of the time.”

Eddie furrowed his brow, wondering what exactly Chrissy felt she couldn’t tell people. Even moreso, he wanted to know who had broken her trust in the past. Then, he felt a pang of guilt, since he’d been mostly excited about this drink because it would boost his fame. Everything about all of this was corrupt and morally ambiguous. He sighed.

“I’m just trying to make it out there,” Eddie admitted. “And I - I mean, I don’t know what to do, or how anything works.”

“Yeah, I remember what that’s like,” she empathized. She took a sip of her vodka soda, then turned back to Eddie. “Do you ever feel like -? I mean, do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?”

“Uhhh, just on a daily basis,” Eddie replied. He and Chrissy smiled at each other, and he could feel her authenticity. Maybe it was stupid for him to open up to her, but he was going to do it anyway. “Chrissy, have you ever, uh - like, have you ever done one of those PR relationships?”

“Oh, yeah,” she replied, unfazed. “I can’t really say anything, but yeah. It happens a lot around here.” Eddie nodded, then sipped his drink. “Wait, are you trying to do that with me?”

“Not quite,” Eddie mumbled, his lips pressed to his glass.

“I thought you were gay,” she continued.

“I am.”

“Oh, okay.” She thought about it for a moment, then her eyes widened. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh,” she repeated. “Ohhhh!”

“Got any other letters?” Eddie teased. Chrissy giggled, then shoved him playfully.

“You’re funny,” she said. Eddie wasn’t used to people enjoying his often wicked sense of humor. This was refreshing. “So, who’s idea was it?”

“My manager, I guess,” Eddie answered. “Well, she told me to use what the fans were saying and to meet up with the guy. But it, uh - it didn’t go well.”

“No?” she asked, surprised. “What happened?”

Eddie wanted to keep talking to Chrissy. He didn’t care that she was famous anymore - he wanted her perspective as someone who’d been through it. He also knew that Chrissy could tear him down just as quickly as she could build him up.

“Did you mean what you said about us getting drinks more often?” he asked.

“Yeah!” she replied, smiling brightly. “Like I said, you’re funny. And I - hmm. Okay, um. This next part might sound really bad at first, but I can explain.”

“Okay…” Eddie said, feeling his walls come back up.

“I don’t really have a lot of male friends,” Chrissy admitted. “It always feels like - like they’re just waiting for their chance to strike.”

“Like, try to sleep with you?” Eddie asked. Chrissy nodded. “Oh. Christ, that sucks.”

“Yeah,” she replied with a half shrug.

He skipped the part where he doubted whether or not what she was saying was true, because it was clearly affecting her whether it was true or not. Eddie also had an urge to diffuse the tension with a joke, because that was kind of his thing.

“Chrissy Cunningham,” he stated, “- are you trying to make me your gay best friend?” She bit her lip, fighting a guilty smile. “Cuz like, I’m down, but I’ve never really done this before so I don’t know what the role entails.” She stopped fighting the smile, so Eddie continued. “I mean, is there a rulebook out there? I think there’s a movie about this on Netflix. Should I watch that first?”

“Eddie!” She interrupted, fully laughing now. Eddie joined her, feeling accomplished that he’d lightened the mood and set her at ease again. “I’m in the modeling industry, I’m surrounded by gay men all the time. It’s not just about that, I promise.”

“Okay, then what is it?” Eddie wondered. She sighed, her body much more relaxed than it had been before.

“It’s just that everybody I’m around talks about their looks all the time. I mean, it’s our job to be beautiful, I know that, but it’s tiring to just constantly hear about new diets and calories and what I should and should not eat. It’s just - it’s nice to get away from that, sometimes. You’re nothing like them, and I like that.”

“Nothing like them, huh?” Eddie smirked. “Are you saying I’m not beautiful?” She laughed and shook her head.

“Okay fine, you have one thing in common,” she teased back. “You’re not mad?”

“Nah,” Eddie said, shaking his head. “But while we’re coming clean, I definitely was excited to come here because I hoped I’d get more followers if we hung out.”

“Well, obviously,” Chrissy responded, flipping her hair. “Okay, so that’s out of the way. Can we stick together, then?”

She asked it so sweetly it made his heart ache.

“Yeah, ‘course,” he replied. He thought back to what Chrissy had said earlier about her model friends and decided to commit to being the opposite. “So, uh, I dunno about you but I could really go for some fries right now.”

Chrissy’s eyes widened.

“I’d kill for some fries right now.”

“Great,” he said, grinning. “Who are we killing?” They laughed together, and then he got the bartender’s attention so he could order.

“For the record, I’m not doing this for you.”

It took Robin less than two seconds to agree to going to the bar with Steve. Now, they were walking down the street so that they could spy on two people they barely knew but were somehow entangled with.

“I know, I know,” Steve replied.

The bar was in sight. Chrissy hadn’t tagged the location or anything, but he recognized the place because he went there often. So often that it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to show up with Robin. They’d done it before and they’d do it again.

The plan was for them to discreetly sit at a table in the back. But then they were at the door, and then they were opening the door, and then they were immediately being stared down by a blonde and a brunette at the bar.

Shit.

“Steve, what do we do?” Robin muttered rapidly.

“Uhhh,” he said, glancing over at the table he imagined they’d sit at. He thought about ignoring them and just sitting down, but they’d all already seen each other so that would have just been rude. “I think we just have to own it.”

“Own what? That we’re psychopaths?” Robin hissed.

And then, Chrissy was waving them both over to join them.

“Just follow my lead,” Steve said.

In hindsight, this plan had been really, really stupid.

Steve knew that his cover for all this was to get Robin and Chrissy in the same room again. But truthfully, Steve didn’t know Chrissy’s deal or if she wanted anything other than friendship. Steve could say this had nothing to do with Eddie all he wanted, but that wasn’t true.

He’d been wracking his brain all day to make sense of this. His fight with Eddie the night prior had been a little fuzzy, but one part of it really stuck with him.

Just a few years of King Steve bullying the school freak.

Well, that comment plus Eddie saying that Steve’s music sucked. That stung, but he wasn’t expecting someone like Eddie to appreciate his music anyway. The truth was, Steve had left high school behind, and he’d moved on, and he’d forgotten the shit he’d done back then. All that bystander crap, the teasing, the little comments that Steve didn’t understand the impact of at the time.

Steve didn’t like Eddie. He still thought Eddie was a dick. But that didn’t mean Steve hadn’t also been a dick back then.

All of this was very complicated, and the residual headache from the hangover made his head spin. Actually, the dizziness was probably also from the hangover. The thought of drinking made him want to hurl. Good thing he was at a bar, right?

“Hey!” Chrissy said as they approached. “What are you guys doing here?!” She jumped up to hug Steve, then Robin, and Steve watched as his friend acted as if the physical contact with her crush didn’t affect her.

“We, uh -” Steve began. “We come here a lot, actually. Well, I do. I live just down the road.”

His gaze drifted to Eddie, who gave Steve a knowing smirk.

“Oh my god, Robin, I’m actually so glad you’re here,” Chrissy said. “Your style is just - I mean, wow! Where do you get your clothes?”

Robin’s eyes landed on Steve’s for a nanosecond, but it was enough for him to know exactly what was going through her brain. Basically just the embodiment of a bunch of exclamation points.

“I - I usually thrift them, actually!” Robin responded.

Then, Chrissy continued asking where Robin thrifted, and whether she could come with sometime, and Steve figured they’d be at it for a while.

Huh. Maybe there would be something there after all.

Of course, while they were talking, this left Steve to either stand there awkwardly or interact with Eddie. He probably would have chosen the awkward standing, had Eddie not chosen the opposite.

“Well, if it isn’t HARVEST in the flesh. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Eddie began. He was smiling, but his tone was biting. Steve looked at Eddie, nodded his head toward Chrissy and Robin, then looked back at Eddie. He shrugged. “Ah, I see.”

“Yeah.”

“No other reason?” Eddie prodded, playing dumb.

“Nope,” Steve said. “Like I said, I live right -”

“Down the road,” Eddie interrupted. “So I heard.” Steve swallowed. He kinda felt like he was being interrogated or something. Eddie was making this extremely uncomfortable.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Steve wondered, desperately wanting this interaction to be over. Unfortunately, Chrissy and Robin were still chatting eagerly.

“Like what, HARVEST?” Eddie asked. Steve rolled his eyes.

“Steve is fine.”

“Hmm, is he though?” Eddie retorted. “I don’t think you want me to treat you like I treat Steve.”

God, Eddie knew how to push Steve’s buttons. His heart was racing, he was so mad. He clenched his jaw and considered how bad it would be to smack the smug grin off Eddie’s face.

Really bad. He knew that. He took deep breaths instead and relaxed. His hands had balled into fists at some point during the conversation. He extended his fingers out, flexing them. He was trying to leave this version of himself in the past, not bring him back. Another deep breath.

“Whatever, Munson,” Steve sighed. “I just -”

“Hey, guys?” Robin said, diverting the attention to her. She pointed to the window, where a crowd of people had gathered.

Some of them had cameras.

“Shit,” Chrissy said. “How long do you think they’ve been there?”

“I dunno,” Steve responded. “You wanna get out of here?”

“Yeah,” Chrissy agreed. Eddie and Robin looked at each other this time, both outside of Chrissy and Steve’s shared understanding.

Good thing all of them looked nice. Those pictures were gonna be all over the place tomorrow.

Steve was here a lot, so he knew the bartenders and the owners, and he also knew how to sneak out when things like this happened.

“Come on,” he said, urging Chrissy to follow him. With Steve came Robin, and Eddie sure as hell didn’t want to be left there alone, so he came too. Oh, joy.

The four of them walked past the bar and through a sign marked for employees only. They wandered through the kitchen and left out a black door that led to an alley behind the building.

“So, what now?” Robin asked once they were outside.

“I’ll give them about two minutes until they find us,” Steve replied.

“Is there somewhere else we could go?” Chrissy wondered. “I kind of don’t want to go home yet.”

“Well, I know HARVEST over here lives nearby,” Eddie said.

“Will you quit it with the HARVEST thing?” Steve complained.

“Sorry, do you prefer Harvey?” Eddie shot back. Steve groaned.

“You’re impossible.”

“Oh, boy,” Chrissy mumbled.

“I know, right?” Robin agreed. “Steve, can we go back to yours?”

“All of us?” Steve asked, knowing the answer already. It was his apartment. He could have flat out said that Eddie wasn’t allowed in. But he saw the look in Robin’s eyes, and he knew that if they all went back to the apartment, she could spend more time with Chrissy. “Alright, fine. Let’s go.”

Steve’s apartment was nice. It was huge, spacious, and all the utilities worked. It was also minimalist in that Steve hadn’t put up any decorations. He had the essentials - a couch, a TV, a table. Not much more.

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting to have people over,” Steve said as they walked in.

“It’s beautiful,” Chrissy said.

“It’s empty,” Eddie noted. His apartment was a lot smaller, but it also was a lot more filled up. This place had nothing, basically. Eddie almost made a comment about Steve not having any money to decorate after paying what he assumed was an absurd rent, but he held his tongue.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Robin agreed. “I keep throwing ideas his way, but he’d rather live in an asylum, basically.”

“I’m not here that often,” Steve explained, shrugging. “Sue me.”

“It definitely could use some color,” Chrissy agreed. “Art on the walls, maybe a rug -”

“Yes! Exactly!” Robin exclaimed. “I even have a Pinterest board.”

“Oh my god, can I see it?” Chrissy asked. Robin nodded, and then they were both sitting across the room looking at decor or some shit. All of the logistical stuff related to interior design was beyond Eddie. He just bought things that he liked and then put them where they best fit. He didn’t know anything about color-coding, and he didn’t even know what Pinterest was.

Anyway, Robin and Chrissy bonding so aggressively and so immediately (which was interesting, to say the least) left Eddie semi-alone with Steve once again.

“Can we talk?” Steve asked, surprising the hell out of Eddie. He had given Steve zero reason to want to talk to him, he’d made sure of it. Like, Eddie had been at his maximum asshole level for a few reasons. First and foremost, it was payback for high school. Second, it was fun. And third, because Eddie didn’t like Steve, and because he currently didn’t have anywhere else to direct his anger.

He didn’t say they were good reasons.

“Uh, suuuuure,” Eddie replied. Steve gestured for Eddie to follow him down the hall so they could have some privacy.

Oh, great. Now we’re fully alone.

Chrissy was amazing. She was wonderful. She was everything Robin hoped she’d be. It was almost too good to be true. No, it was definitely too good to be true.

They were huddled over Robin’s phone, talking about color theory and decorations which turned into art and hobbies which turned into a discussion about college (Robin went, Chrissy didn’t) and then finally their conversation settled on music.

“Have you listened to their stuff?” Robin asked, gesturing towards where the boys had gone. It had been a few minutes and no arguing or fights breaking out yet, as far as she could tell. Of course, she hadn’t been listening that intently.

“Sure,” Chrissy responded. “Corroded Coffin not so much, but that’s just because I’m not into that sort of music.”

“Very fair.”

“Yeah. But HARVEST I hear all the time. That one song is literally impossible to escape from.”

“Oh, we know,” Robin replied with a laugh. “Steve secretly can’t stand it’s that song that blew up.”

“What do you mean?” Chrissy wondered.

“Like, it’s definitely his most commercial song,” Robin explained. “I’ve been listening to Steve’s music since we met, and it’s a little out there sometimes, but now that I’m used to it I’m all for it. Anyway, his favorite songs are the ones most people haven’t heard. That’s why his new album is - I mean that’s why he -”

Robin stopped herself from saying the rest. Chrissy was great, but Robin wasn’t about to spill all of her best friend’s secrets.

“That’s why he what?” Chrissy teased, nudging Robin in the shoulder.

Dammit. It was really hard to avoid temptation when temptation was someone as vibrant as Chrissy Cunningham.

“That’s why he’s so excited about it,” Robin concluded.

Thank god. I can keep my best friend card.

“Oh, okay,” Chrissy said, nodding. “I’ll have to listen to his other stuff then.”

“Let me know what you think,” Robin replied.

“Of course I will.” Chrissy smiled, then pulled out her phone. To Robin’s surprise, she handed it to her with an empty contact open.

Holy shit.

Robin typed in her name and number, then triple checked to make sure she put it in correctly before handing the phone back to Chrissy.

“There you go,” she said, doing her best to remain calm.

“Thank you,” Chrissy said. “Wow, it’s so crazy. First with Eddie, now with you. I just feel like we’re all going to be really good friends.”

Friends. GOD. Ouch.

Robin probably should have expected that. She had expected it, really, but it stung nonetheless. That was okay. They could be friends. Robin cleared her throat and hoped she didn’t sound too disappointed.

“Yeah, if the two idiots in there can get their shit together,” Robin joked.

“I know!” Chrissy agreed. “Like, what’s going on with them?”

“I honestly have no idea.” She looked down the hall, still not hearing any arguing.

If she’d been alone, she would have pressed her ear to the door and listened in, but she had to be on her best behavior. You know, for her new friend.

“Sooo, what the hell is going on?” Eddie asked once they were in a different room. It looked like an office. There was music equipment everywhere.

“I’m just gonna go ahead and tell you a bunch of shit, okay? Because the last hour or so has been crazy and I’m still kind of hungover and I’m not interested in doing a whole dance with you.”

“Yeah, you made that clear last night when you didn’t dance with me,” Eddie deadpanned.

“Jesus,” Steve exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Could you just -”

“You wanna tell me something, so skip the preamble and tell me -”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Steve snapped. “I’m sorry for - I’m sorry about high school. I was an idiot.”

Oh. Well, shit.

“Past tense?” Eddie teased.

“Go to hell.”

“Okay, okay, point taken,” he relented with a light chuckle. “Thanks. I appreciate the apology.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really,” Eddie confirmed. “Don’t worry, I’m still iffy about you for a bunch of other reasons.”

“Great,” Steve said, returning Eddie’s sarcastic tone.

“Cool,” Eddie replied. “So, is that it?”

“No.”

“No?” Eddie prodded.

“Wait, what are the other reasons?” Steve asked, losing his train of thought. Eddie scoffed.

“You want me to tell you why I don’t like you?” Eddie rebuffed. “Are you into that or something?”

“No, I just -”

“Come on, spit it out,” he demanded. “The quicker you say what you’re gonna say, the less time we have to talk to each other. What is it?”

Steve took a deep breath.

“I want my album to do well, and ever since this whole steddie thing happened, people have actually started talking about it, and -”

“Waaaait a goddamn second,” Eddie drawled. “Are you saying you want to actually, like, do the fake relationship thing?”

“No, I just don’t want to deny it,” Steve responded. “Let them talk, you know.”

Eddie almost laughed. Jesus Christ, this was rich. Eddie thought he’d be the one begging for scraps, yet here he was, in Steve’s apartment, listening to his high school bully ask him for a favor.

Eddie weighed his options. If he said no, it would feel great in the moment, but then this would be over.

The tables were turning, and he wasn’t going to let a bit of his power go to waste.

“Hmm, very interesting, Harvey,” he said. “The King’s come crawling back to the freak.” Steve scoffed.

“Our fake relationship benefits you more than me, you do realize that, right?” he reminded Eddie. “I’m just fine on my own. You get a popularity boost from this, so maybe you should try not to be a total asshole for once. I could find literally anyone else to do this with.”

The thing was, Eddie knew that wasn’t true. He could see right through the bullshit.

“You’re bluffing,” Eddie stated.

“What?”

“You’re bluffing,” he repeated. “Lest we forget you’re the one who asked me to go along with this.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Ugh, ‘lest we forget.’ Why do you talk like that?”

“You’re avoiding the question,” Edde said, his eyes boring into Steve’s.

“What question?”

“Come on, Harrington. You want me. Why?”

Steve’s eyes narrowed, but didn’t break away.

“Okay, calm down with the whole ‘I want you’ thing, alright?” Steve’s agitation was just too cute. It was so easy to rile him up. “I’m doing this for my album, just like you are.”

“Yeaaah, I don’t buy it. What else is it?” Eddie couldn’t help it. He had to keep pushing.

“There’s nothing else, Eddie.”

“Don’t tell me, then,” he teased. “Let me guess. All those years ago when you laughed at me in high school, you were really just harboring some hidden crush on me that didn’t fully come to fruition until you saw me at Frolique?”

Steve’s face went pale, and for a moment Eddie wondered if he’d gone too far.

“Oh my god,” Steve scoffed. “Could you not be a jackass for literally one second?”

“Wait, was I right?” Eddie took a step forward, intrigued by the idea.

“No, you weren’t right, Munson,” Steve insisted. “I didn’t have a crush on you, I was just a dick.”

Ah. So much for that. Eddie shook his head and smiled.

“And now you’re just so goddamn pleasant, huh?” He turned to look at all the expensive shit Steve kept in there - high-tech recording equipment, instruments, microphones, sheet music.

“Usually, yeah,” Steve replied. “I’m actually nice to most people.” Eddie’s eyes were still focused on the sheet music, an increasing curiosity within him, but he held back and returned his focus to Steve.

“Aw, so I’m the exception? See, I knew I was special.”

If being a dick was so bad, then why was it so fun?

“Seriously, what’s wrong with you?” Steve asked.

“Oh god, sooooo many things,” Eddie replied. He meant it, too. He knew he had issues, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to talk to Steve about them. “And for the record, I can be pleasant too. Just ask Chrissy.”

“When did you get so close with her, anyway?”

“Since about an hour ago,” Eddie answered. “Anyway, I’m an absolute delight, Harrington. I only bite when it’s fun.”

“Then you must be having the time of your goddamn life,” Steve remarked.

It wasn’t not true, but once again, Eddie needed to be unpredictable. He just had this compulsive need to throw Steve off, to keep him guessing. Yeah, being an asshole to Steve Harrington was fun, but Eddie didn’t forget how much he hated the guy and everything he stood for.

“God, I wish,” he replied. “I hate this, but I’ll have fun when I can. I mean, my career is important, too. Why do you think I made a big fool of myself at that party? I fucking danced in public so that I could talk to you. I already told you - I don’t like your music, or your weird persona, and I don’t really care for you off-stage either.”

“Yeah? Well, the feeling is mutual,” Steve shot back.

Eddie smirked, a fire within him that somehow bloomed and burned at the same time. Matter is neither created nor destroyed right? Eddie was never that good in school, but that phrase always stuck with him. The fire - the anger, the pain, the hurt - it fueled him and it broke him down. An endless cycle. What he loved. What he didn’t. All of it was the same.

“Let me be fucking clear,” Eddie said. “I’m not doing this because it’s fun. I’m doing it because I get something out of it, got it?”

“Got it,” Steve replied. The air between them was tense, and it made Eddie feel alive.

“Okay,” he said at last. “Then we’ll let them talk.”

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Gently tagging: @amandacanwrite @coffeewritesfiction @ellierenae @johnna-oneal-trash-writer @leahkentwriter @milkhoney531 @pheita @pb-dot @sirensatyr @theamazinggrayson @tombstuck @violeaes @vivrune and an open tag. Blank questions below the cut!

For 'THE BEAST IN THE GLASS HOUSE':

1. What is the first part of your WIP that you created?

The outline. I was at a client's house, dog siting for a week, and I just finished reading ROSEMARY'S BABY by Ira Levin. I put down the book, and thought about the gaslighting aspect of the novel, and how scary that is. Then TBITGH appeared in my brain, whole and grown like Athena herself.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

Idk about the song, but the direction would be very much like the intro from the first season of the sopranos. Probably it'd be the drive from Damon's office, to Freya's apartment, then to her work. It'd end on Damon putting sunglasses and a mask on.

3. What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

I hate Damon. He's such a loser so I don't count him as a character LMAO. My favs will have to be Freya or JJ. My love for Freya is hard to explain without spoiling the book lol. To be vague, it's her character arc. For JJ, I love how he ends up and how he develops as a character. Again, can't say much without spoiling.

4. What other pieces of media do you think your fan base would share?

This q kinda confuses me? Like what other shows/books would ppl like if they like my work? Well, my book is for fans of stalker horror (such as YOU by Caroline Kepnes and MISERY by Stephen King). If you're looking for the inspiration of the male love interest, check out THE VAMPIRE DIARIES tv show (seasons 1-3~, the rest are garbageeee), TWLIGHT (both the books and movies, specifically MIDNIGHT SUN), 50 SHADES OF GREY (I've only read the first book so I can't vouch for the movies, but the book is meh-to-bad imo)

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Honestly, writing this thing has been a breeze. I wrote the first draft in under four months. It just flowed out of me. It's this whole 'getting ppl to read it' thing that's the hardest.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

Werewolves! Mentions of squirrels. The mc is a werewolf and he's a werewolf supremacist. Werewolves on the brain 24/7 baybeeee.

7. How do your characters get around? (Ex. Trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

They run on all fours in wolf form, go around on two legs in human form and a special wolf form, drive cars, and drive snow mobiles.

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

The manuscript is done. I'm just waiting on the last edits from a paid editor. Once I do those rewrites, I'll put this up for publishing. Aiming to launch mid June 2025!

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe) of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

Incomplete list: soulmates/instant-love, every werewolf/shape shifter trope under the moon (couldn't help it), billionaire boyfriend, stalker 'romance'. Every 'bad boy boyfriend' trope. I loooove taking tropes and turning them on their heads.

10. What are your hopes for your WIP?

To publish! I'd love it to go gangbusters but my primary hope is just to have ppl read it 'XD

1. What is the first part of your WIP that you created?

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

3. What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

4. What other pieces of media do you think your fan base would share?

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

7. How do your characters get around? (Ex. Trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe) of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

10. What are your hopes for your WIP?

#wip tag game #writeblr tag game #wip questionnaire #writeblr #writing #writing community #writers on tumblr #novelist #writers #the beast in the glass house #horror #tag game #werewolves #shape shifters #tropes #shape shifter #monsters

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chaosteddybear · 3 months

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Sasli

Information gathered and finalized

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Age: 35

Height: 5'2"

Pronouns: she

Sexuality: pan

Relationship style: anarchist, plays it by ear per person

(picrew)

Species: tiefling

Relationships:

BG3: Raphael (ssh)

Star signs: aries sun, pisces moon, sagittarius rising

Alignment: Chaotic Good. Freedom baybeeee. She will fight to defend it for herself or others she cares about (which is most people). Even to her own detriment, esp for someone her heart beats for, even if she's their target in the process.

Soul Coin: Vibrant light blue, kind of like a powder blue, shimmery, covered in charcoal. You'll feel static when you touch it.

Short Backstory:

She was raised by her tiefling dad among wood elves. Not a very safe place for someone with strong emotions. She feels much safer and at home leaning into her milder qualities - cuteness, for example.

Having not learned how to accept her more devilish parts, she has historically focused on trying hard not to let them shine so as not to stand out in a negative way - a feeling she still embodies as she gravitates towards people who have those characteristics so she can feel more comfortable herself.

Her mother was a cambion - a daughter of Glasya - uninterested in her and unimpressed by her life. Her tiefling (Levistus) father raised her but recently died, so she has no more ties to home and doesn't plan to return.

Goals: Now, she is on a path to learn about fiends. She knows all the information she gets from those she asks is biased but she prefers it that way anyway, so as to also get to know people themselves, hoping to make friends. Much more fun getting to know people while learning than studying books.

Fear: She is most afraid of hurting others. She sees herself as greedy and selfish and tries not to be impulsive, and treats others like they're made of glass. So when she gets comfortable and starts not doing that, she will reflect and regret if there's any sign she made a misstep

Food: Sasli loooooooooves frivolous food, hates eating for any reason other than enjoyment. Favorite dish is a plate full of whipped cream.

Misc Q&A answers, collected:

- Loves being referred to using embarrassing or humiliating yet affectionate pet names but won't tell you this.

- Sasli loves making connections with those that make her gut flutter. People that help her feel comfortable being who she is. She has many different types of relationships with different people she finds love within herself for in different ways.

- She is a serial hustler. Odd jobs. She moves around a lot so like in our world she'd probably be a doordasher, handyman, and probably one or two other things rolling in and out depending what's paying.

- Sasli thinks the blood war is silly, can't demons and devils just get along? Ugh!

- She actually loves having her boundaries tested especially if it's deliberate by the other person in an attempt to learn how to interact with her, which she would feel honored by. She would feel so safe and happy if she tries to set one and the other person actually accepts it. Swoon, Sasli!

- Conversely, Sasli is hyper afraid of crossing others' boundaries. Being so open, she has a history of misjudging what is ok versus not.

Unfortunately her fear of crossing others' boundaries sometimes makes her seem cold towards people she ought to get along very well with, in fear of hurting them. She is particularly comfortable and attracted to those who handle their boundaries very well and keep her in check because it helps her know she isn't a bull in a giftshop like she was in that forest.

She is a huge sub but will service top when asked, like a good sub hehe. But she's so insecure about doing it when not warranted that even if it seems obvious that it's wanted, she won't engage unless specifically asked (or she knows them well enough which would take a while).

- Her dice would be simple, brown, wooden. At one point she painted them with deep red paint, tracing the lines of the creases and the numbers delicately. With her tongue sticking out for focus of course. But that's faded now.

- There is a string of frustrated people who thought she was sending them mixed signals because she flirted with them then stopped when she felt it wasn't reciprocated and she ought to stop, so she did, and they thought she was a tease.

- Sasli is insecure about her existence. She always feels like she's intruding. She notices every little slight, imagines some, and convinces herself everybody just wants her gone. Mix and Turgi know this well and go out of their way to share how happy they are she's with them often.

- With respect to lying, Sasli would be most likely to lie about her past or any negative emotions, in an attempt to protect the other person. Usually she just tries to be vague and brush over it but sometimes little lies feel needed. She hates being pitied because it makes her untrusting of people's kindness.

If you want to intimately learn about her, she'd need to feel like you wouldn't be led to be falsely nice to her anyway, wouldn't be negatively affected yourself by sad stories yourself, or at least wouldn't let it affect how you treat her (comforting in the moment would be fine but even that would make her feel a little guilty). She'd need to know that you actually want to know and care.

- She has a collection of rocks. Some of them might be valuable but she has no idea which, she just likes to look at and touch them.

Some rocks have stories where she remembers where she got them or who gave them to her, and she loves thinking about them and remembering where they came from.

Turgi will often sit with her and help her set her intentions and pick rocks to match them, which she will then carry in her pocket and use as inspiration to live intentionally. Maybe someday she will get them put in jewelry...

She doesn't really own much else of note. While she enjoys nice or interesting fabrics that feel good against her skin, she is happy to say hello and goodbye to things and enjoy them while they're there.

-To drink, she likes rum most - spiced rum, ideally. And in a mixed drink she would love it spicy but not diluted. Without alcohol, she likes cold teas, unsweetened.

- Love Languages: loves to receive info dumping but only after she cares about you or if it's about something she's interested in, and it'll take her even longer to do it to you but if she does she finds it very intimate. Sasli is also a huge fan of Deep Pressure (crush her soul back into her body) and Penguin Pebbling (expand her rock collection) and she would love to do the same back :3

She also will require words of affirmation if she's going to be comfortable around you, and gives them liberally, but they're more of a necessity than a love language because they don't affect her love but rather her comfort.

Sasli lives for physical touch. She gets such a rush from touch with a stranger, especially if it's held and they don't back away from her. Just the small intimacy gives her warmth.

- If she raided my closet she would grab my finest lingerie. But she would keep those for only her favorite partners prob, the ones who really deserve it! She'd prioritize my flowy dresses with very low cut necklines 😌 the ones I'd never wear to work of course. And she'd twirl in them, a lot.

- Sasli thinks jealousy is a necessary evil, it's not great but it's definitely natural and acceptable. She finds it endearing when someone trusts her enough to show their jealousy, and she would love to comfort them if they matter to her and try to help them through it. She has a high tolerance for jealousy in others and will accept it being handled badly but she'd prefer to help.

She definitely loves turning jealousy into a kink.

As far as her own jealousy, when she feels it she notices right away and acknowledges it as a sign of something not being right. She will think and reflect on what's out of place so she can either address it or choose not to address it (in cases where she can't address it she will try to seek Turgi for some help accepting it or changing her situation).

If she's feeling a void...she will fill it.

#Long post #Writeup #Sasli

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miasmaghoul · 1 year

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Take Me First - Chapter 2

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Omega/Mountain, Mountain/water!Dew

Contains: nervous arousal, desperate jerks, Mountain/Dew in a flashback, an uh-oh moment (teehee)

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Time passes slowly. The light outside fades entirely, the evening chill of late autumn seeping in through the ancient windows. Mountain busies himself by stoking a fire, watching the logs catch and the pale hearth begin to glow deep orange. It’s entrancing, the way the flames dance. He watches for a few long minutes, rocking back on his heels and listening to the crackle of the wood. He wanders around the room once the heat becomes too much, searching for a distraction. His brain refuses to focus on anything but what he’s about to do.

It’s just sex, he tells himself. Something he does nearly every day, one way or another. It’s not that big of a deal. Certainly not something to be so nervous about. It’s just sex. It’s nothing new.

Nothing except …everything.

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Chapter two baybeeee. Gettin' to the good part next!

Read the rest on AO3!

#miasma's work #the band ghost fic #mountain ghoul #omega ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #omega/mountain #omega x mountain #mountain/dewdrop #mountain x dewdrop

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its-your-mind · 7 months

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okayokayokayokayokay. okay. so I’ve finally oh wait oh shit

MAJOR CRITICAL ROLE CAMPAIGN TWO SPOILERS AHEAD NO REALLY GO AWAY YOU WILL THANK ME LATER

okay anyway I’ve finally gotten through all of the things I Knew Were Gonna Happen coming into c2 it’s still been a hell of a ride with so MANY surprises (bc there is just so much fucking story it would be so hard to be spoiled on all of it even all the big shit) but I knew who the endgame relationships are. I knew (vaguely) about Essek’s relationship with the cerberus assembly. I knew about Artagan. like I Knew that fucking purple tiefling wasn’t gonna stay in the fucking ground. One can only be on tumblr for so long and avoid shadowgast art. And beauyasha. And also all of them happy (and nine of them) at the end.

BUT NOW. OH BOY OH BOY I GOT NO FUCKIN CLUE WHATS GONNA HAPPEN NEXT. I think some part of Molly stays???? But I’m not sure!! I know none of the rest of em are gonna permadie, but cad and jester have revivify and raise dead and resurrection now so like… it would be fuckin WILD if any of them did at this point. that does not help them in c3 atm on account of how no one can come back from the dead but THAT IS UNHELPFUL STRESS ANYWAY BACK TO THE SNOWY TIMES

fuck me I’m so excited to see where the story goes next. I know they drag Essek along with them at SOME point soon, and that aeor is still around (at least some part of it, cuz FRIDA and deanna went there and also ya know. FCG.) but like!!! Fuck I have no clue how any of those pieces actually fit together!! And there are so many forms that could take that at this point it doesn’t matter that I know shit!! ALL NEW STORY NOW FOR ME BAYBEEEE fuck I’m so exciteddd to see how the rest of this goes downnnn ahhhhh

#critical role #the mighty nein #cr2 spoilers #c2 spoilers #c2e111 #AHHHHHH #fuck i’m so excited #like so excited #I have been WAITING FOR MY PURPLE BOI TO COME BACK FOR SO LONG #GIMME GIMME GIMME #also if a single motherfucker drops a single spoiler in the tags or comments or replies it is fucking on SITE

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lupismaris · 13 days

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Reporting live from the eve of Ruggerfest 2024 in Reston VA this fuck is running on fuuumes baybeeee

Your Feral Flamingos take the field tomorrow at 12:30pm 9:00am 10:45am against Hofstra, with two more games promised and the potential of one more on Sunday if we perform well.

We arrived later than planned due to traffic and logistical mismanagement on my part (re time blindness) so it's five guys and some the bulk pack of stella liberté I picked up to sneak into the socials tomorrow (since the brewery has no non alc options whatsoever)

Standby for two days of more or less straight rugger mayhem.

tag will be #james does ruggerfest if you'd rather miss out.

Oh and the theme this year is

#james does ruggerfest #also be prepared for panboleyn jumpscares cause she's with meeeee ❤️

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butchsquatch · 6 months

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WIP WHENEVER I WANT BAYBEEEE

So I got tagged by both @sacrecoeur-art and @wanderingaldecaldo now I gotta post some WIPs! I have 4 for y'all today. They're all short and from different fandoms. We've got Dishonored, Cyberpunk, and Dragon Age. And finally, there's some very unfinished f/f erotica that I need the motivation to finish. So heads up this will be a little NSFW. And these are all largely unedited so there will be grammar and spelling mistakes.

I'm tagging @hawkward-silence, @beaubambabey, @pinkdemidevil, and fuck it @stenography69

Okay first we got a Cyberpunk 2077 SilverV post-game piece I started the first time I finished the game back in 2021

Johnny didn’t know where he would end up, he just knew he needed to get out of Night City. It stood like a monument to all of his mistakes and successes, both of which he wanted to forget. It was time to move on. Time to find out who he was now besides just having a different face. Reev had given him a second chance; he wasn’t going to waste that. His bus dropped Johnny off in Nevada, just outside of the still-bustling-after-50-years Las Vegas; it didn’t surprise him, considering how capitalism was alive and well in Night City. Good for Johnny, he could use a drink. Or a few. “Not a great new start,” He thought, sitting in a shitty bar at 3pm. Were those his thoughts? They had to be, because the only thing left of Reev was his face, right? He hoped that maybe some amount of Reev still rattling around inside his brain, like the metal inside of a spray paint can. Johnny pulled his hair out from its up-do and fluffed it out, letting out a heavy sigh. He wanted it to be V, truthfully. Someone else’s turn to be the guardian angel, so to speak. “You give yourself too much credit.”

Next is Dishonored! This was inspired by the fact that I got the bad ending of the game, so I wanted to write about Corvo dealing with all the killing he's doing.

Corvo silently pushed the door open as Jasper, another Overseer, was taunting Teague Martin, who was in the stocks dead center of Holger Square. Jasper didn’t stand a chance as Corvo snuck up behind him and choked him out, letting the man tumble onto the ground unconscious. Part of his mission was to rescue the Teague, who was of use to the Loyalists, so Corvo pulled the switch and released him. He vaguely listened as Martin thanked him and said he would see him later, but Corvo was hardly listening, he was planning his next move. The rain poured down Corvo’s back as Overseer Martin escaped to freedom behind him. As he scanned the area for where he would go next -I should be able to jump up there-, he saw a wanted poster with his face on it; The face that was now hidden from the people of Dunwall for his own safety and to put fear in anyone that caught a glimpse of his mask. But it wasn’t his own face that he was troubled by. It was the face of Jessamine. Corvo could hardly move from the spot as his clothes grew heavy with rain from the growing storm, sidelined by the memory of the woman he loved. The Heart beat softly in the safe spot Corvo kept it. He didn’t really know what to make of it. It hurt Corvo’s soul that he would have to see Jessamine killed in front of him, powerless to stop it from happening, but now he was framed for it. Every time he thought about it, it angered him. Corvo cared and believed in Jessamine, he never dreamed of hurting her. He didn’t realize how hard his own heart was beating at that moment. Silently, Corvo pulled the wanted poster off the wall and blinked away to finish his mission, to make Campbell pay for the things he had done to the lives of himself, Jessamine, and Emily. And to all the people of Dunwall he was misleading.

So my girlfirend and I ship Marian Hawke and the Lavellen inquisitor from Dragon Age. Here's a little of those two meeting.

I knew I was screwed the moment I met her. It wasn’t long after I had broken it off with Isabella, mutually, of course; She wanted to roam the seas, and I still had important things to do. That didn’t mean I was any less lonely. Varric introduced the two of us. I already knew she was the “Inquisitor” or the “Harold of Andraste” or the dozen other nicknames different factions gave her. She introduced herself as Sena Lavellan, none of those other names. She was so much shorter than me and faintly green. Sena smelled like paper, rain, and sweet grass. When we were apart, I always remembered that smell. After all the business about the Grey Warden I knew, I got to talk to Sena a little while we walked out to the grounds of Skyhold. “Looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you, rebuilding this place,” I said, trying to make conversation. Sena let out a soft sigh as she floated to the bottom of the stairs, “I do. But I’m going to make it work.” My heart skipped a beat, but I carried on. I thought Sena was beautiful the moment I saw her. Then again, I have that thought about most women. A beautiful woman could convince me to do just about anything. “You’re determined, I like that. Do you mind showing me around?” Sena nodded and explained that she was on her way go drinking with the Chargers, “Would you like to come? I can show you around after that.” “What better way to get to know people than drinking, right?”

And the final piece is a bit of erotica I was writing for submission. I never got a chance to finish it but I like it anyway and maybe I'll finish it off. It's about a lesbian trucker and her feral kitty girl. Use of the words "daddy" and "kitten" included. text messages are bold and italics because I can't change paragraph alignment on tumblr.

I haven’t seen my feral kitten in months. It’s par for the course—Gabi traveled around the US, not being tied down to one location for more than a week. That didn’t matter, I did the same thing. Driving a big rig took me all over the US too. So, when our path’s crossed, we’d shut ourselves in a hotel for a couple of days where she’d go strap hungry and I fuck her till her brain was mush. Inevitably, she split at 3am before I even woke up. Gabi insisted on keeping it casual. Problem was, I wanted my kitty full time. I wanted Gabi curled up on the bed in my sleeper-cab wearing my big t-shirts, wanted to take her to old road side attractions, and I desperately wanted to give her butch cock under the night sky till she was seeing stars. I woke up so fucking horny, but some dick head parked next to me at the rest stop was blasting shitty country music—if it was good country, at last I could’ve day dreamed about Gabi wearing a cowboy hats and nothing else. Briefly, I thought about kicking his ass, but it wasn’t worth it. I wanted a mini vacation, so I hit Gabi with a text. hey kitten what state u in? Unless she was in place with no reception, there was no reason for her not to answer me; I was the one paying her phone bill. And I have valid reasons for doing that. I got worried about her running around without any way to contact somebody if she got in trouble. Bonus was she liked to send me filthy photos from time to time—stuff to keep me going when we didn’t see each other. I threw on a white t-shirt, rolled blue jeans, and boots before hoping out of my rig to get myself a quick breakfast—this stop made these amazing huevos rancheros, which saved my ass a couple of times when I’d gotten a massive hangover from a drunk night with a couple of follow truck drivers. While I watched the cook perfectly make a sunny side up egg, my phone buzzed in my pocket—Gabi texted back. She’d sent me a photo of herself holding a mug, her blond hair a mess. Texas! i’m crashing at a friend’s house what about you daddy? Lucky me, I’m in Texas too Are you in Austin again?

#butchsquatch cyberpunk #do i have a tag for my art???#i must have but i don't remember what!!!#whatever now i have one #my art #cyberpunk 2077 #dishonored #dragon age

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flutteringfable · 11 months

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horse girl (gender neutral) kaeya hcs bc i am also a horse girl (gender neutral)

oh yeah baybeeee time to be a horse nerd for the benefit of my fanfictionssss <3

kaeya isnt a huge favorite character of mine but as an equestrian myself i love thinking abt his own horse experiences lol. also soft-ish ragbros content because i desperately want them to be happy *shakes fist at hoyoverse*

warnings: mentions of character death, major spoilers for kaeya and diluc’s story (mostly what’s covered in the manga), and possible contradictions to the canon timeline? like idk if i got stuff right about the timeframe/age of kaeya being adopted, joining the knights, etc but hopefully it can be overlooked since it isn’t a major part of the hc list lmao

kaeya has loved horses his whole life

both his original father and diluc’s had horses, so he’s been around them a lot

when he was little, he spent all his time playing in the stables

by the time he was around 10-12, a little bit after he was taken in by the ragnvindrs, he could care for the horses by himself

crepus would ask him and diluc to help him name new foals

he started learning to ride almost immediately after getting better at caring for the horses

diluc and kaeya would follow crepus on horseback through the wilds of mondstadt sometimes when they accompanied him for errands

after crepus died, kaeya taught himself, and surprisingly became rather skilled

i like to think that there was a period where kaeya and diluc were close immediately following crepus’ death before they drifted apart

so, kaeya taught diluc a lot of what he knows now about horseback riding

when kaeya joined the knights of favonius cavalry, he felt right at home

he learned some vaulting and one-handed skills from training with the other knights

so now he’s REALLY good

he excitedly tells diluc everything he learns whenever he can

diluc listens, but this is during the period when they started to drift apart, so he feels the smallest twinge of jealousy

regardless, a small part of him is proud of kaeya, and he does his best to voice this since he doesn’t want to dampen his brother’s mood

nowadays, kaeya likes to go for quiet rides around windrise on his days off

(context + horse nerd rambling incoming!

for those of you who might not know, most horse’s “names” are nicknames! domestic horses have what i can only describe as “legal names” or as they’re more commonly known, “show names.” these names are typically structured similarly to actual names, with two words (“shooting star”), but some people will use phrases (“a walk with grace”) or titles of movies, songs, etc (“dark side of the moon” “candy crush”). i don’t wanna bore you with the details here, but if you’re interested just look up how horses’ show names are chosen! okay back to the kaeya horse girl hours)

kaeya bought his own horse about three years after he joined the cavalry

she’s a fresian (very pretty breed i love draft horses so so much mwah my big fluffy babies) named shining miracle

kaeya calls her miracle or mira for short

everyone in mondstadt knows mira

kaeya sometimes walks her through the city on patrols, and will almost always be stopped by people leaving gentle pats on mira’s neck and saying hello

during the windblume festival and weinlesefest, kaeya likes to braid cecilias and windwheel asters into her mane.

mira is gentle and soft tempered, so even in the most chaotic of festival settings she will stand quietly

during festivals she gets lots of extra treats, and bakers in mond have taken to making special horse-friendly treats especially for her

needless to say, she’s very well taken care of by both kaeya and the entirety of mondstadt

sometimes, when he’s stressed or otherwise upset, kaeya will take mira out to the shore and gallop her up and down the beach

(with breaks, of course. no matter how pent up he may be, kaeya would never push mira to exhaustion because of it)

okay if anyone has more questions about mira and kaeya i would be so so happy to answer them i’m kind of obsessed

hoyoverse give us horses to ride ingame challenge (IMPOSSIBLE) (look i know that would make it feel more like a zelda clone but come ONNNN i want a pretty horse)

#fable writes 💫#kaeya alberich #kaeya genshin impact #kaeya headcanons #kaeya genshin #genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #diluc genshin impact #diluc genshin

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luxraydyne · 4 months

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I am very invested in the idea of an eitoku high era prequel (<- biggest manaka fan I know) and am interested to know your ideas for it? Putting a question mark at the end of that sounds weird but. This is an ask I guess

me 'n anon right now

tbh i have less than ideas and more like a big globule of vaguely channeled feelings knocking around in my brain lmao. from what little we see of her manaka seems like such a charming, bright, optimistic young woman, and with the trio having such different backgrounds and approaches to their lives i so want to see the three of them in action and what experiences caused them to form such a powerful bond such that we see even just in the awful horrible (albeit wonderfully done) snippet we get in aitsf. like hitomi and renju's conversation about baby iris and 'a war is about to begin between you and the baby' is hilarious and sweet in a way that is so indicative of their dynamic i want to see all three putting their heads together over something. i guess something somewhere between aitsf's real-world investigation sequences, a very pared back persona 4, maybe a dash of ace attorney or even older point-and-click mystery-adventure type games, a serious, but very local (like, within the school sort of local), contained sort of plot they bring into their personal life into out of a combined sense of curiosity, naivete, and frustration at a lack of agency in their own lives, that steadily spirals out of their control in some way without becoming, yknow, a literal apocalypse level disaster. branching end pathways could be tricky, for one, knowing from the jump there is one precise complicated scenario we have to end up with in at least one "canon", and for two, also having to weave in throughout some pretty major side-happenings with renju's entrapment by the kumakuras, hitomi as an only child dealing with the sudden death of her parents, manaka meeting so sejima and becoming his "mistress", however that happened (this is reminding me more and more of a more mature but equally nutty persona plot actually, minus the demon fighting, although that could also be a fun romp, and that draws me back to my psyncer!hitomi/renju revenge au. anyway.) like for a writer i am in fact shit at plotting out anything lol.

i suppose as a footnote to all this i should add that a dedicated prequel letting us see more of them would probably remove much of the vague, ghost-like presence that manaka and renju both have in aitsf, retroactively (retroactively?? would that be right??? for something made after but set before?? idk) making aitsf less interesting. but part of what makes characters like those two fun is the almost-not-quite-futile effort trying to reconstruct a sense of a whole complex living person out of the bitty unstable artifacts they left, allowing them to persist beyond death and intrude on the present in this fragile, timeless state (and that's real haunting the narrative baybeeee), which is kind of what we're doing with this exercise, dressed up as "imagining the fake eitoku gang prequel which would be way too grounded and non-meta, non-sci-fi to ever actually exist anyway"

#sorry if this makes no sense anon my brain isnt working so hot these days lol #from a renju bitch to the biggest manaka fan i am telepathically resonating w you rn #aitsf #aitsf spoilers #manaka iwai #renju okiura #hitomi sagan #they are the mystery inc gang. in my heart.#ask

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businesstiramisu · 9 months

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Hi! How are you? Your ask box is open again! Would you like to see cats? What is the difference between Ayin and Tsaddik? How did you make the Dreamwidth captcha thing? It looks very professional! I got the book "Witch King" by Martha Wells! Unfortunately, it seems that the Murderbot Diaries are colluding against me to prevent me from reading it. Also your tagging system is very great! I love it!

Hello! I don't remember why I closed it, but usually if it's been a while and it's not open it's b/c I forgot indeed *that* I closed it, and you can ask me to open it again (that's what happened here lol).

Ayin vs. Tsaddik (Romanization/spelling varies) -- re: this post

As you can see, they are slightly similar looking letters. I expect no one actually literate in Hebrew would make this mistake (any more than you would mix-up lower-case 'a' and lower-case 'c') but lots of us are not literate in Hebrew. Hence the humor of the mis-spelled mug. My tags were b/c I tend to make a game out of trying to read all foreign-language text I come across, if I've got the time. I'm actually pretty good at sounding out Russian, now, and sometimes also Japanese (I blame all the weebs on here). But I'm absolutely terrible with Hebrew, and part of me feels I ought to be better b/c I have relatives who speak it. (I don't talk to those relatives nearly as much as I read weeb things online, though, so it only make sense). I don't remember for sure but I think with that post I also mixed up Bet with something stupid like Nun or even Resh.

2. Dreamwidth captcha -- re: this post -- INSPECT ELEMENT BAYBEEEE Seriously, it looks professional because it literally just the dreamwidth website with one word added by me. Two clicks and a bit of time poking around CSS you, too, can use this knowledge for evil

3. The Witch King by Martha Wells-- Oh, nice!! I actually read quite a bit of Wells' fantasy catalogue this month, and i've been meaning to write up a post reviewing and comparing them. Wells definitely has some favorite motifs that she keeps returning to (e.g. prominent ruins of past societies) and it would be fun to compare them. I really enjoyed The Witch King, but I will say as one fan of Unsounded to another, I actually really recommend The Fall of Ile-Rien trilogy! I think it has some overlapping setitng and characterization stuff that I think might especially appeal to an Unsounded fan. (TREMAINE. LOVE TREMAINE)

Though you should really keep trying to get Murderbot b/c those are by far her best work IMO (not to say any of her fantasy is bad, just Murderbot is 11/10 for me on so many axes). (How is reality colluding against you, if you don't mind sharing? sounds like a story lol)

4. Tagging -- thank you!! i do it for myself b/c I like to find my old things but glad it's working for you too <3

#chatter #really should finish writing up that book review post of Martha Wells' fantasy series #also maybe a meta/explanation of The Witch King magic system and chronology #b/c my friends who read it were a lot more confused than me #OH SO HEADS UP: you might want to pay really close attention to details when you start reading The Witch King #like the politics and worldbuilding aren't especially complicated (compared to other high fantasy)#but the narration deliberately avoids laying it out clearly until the end of the book #i figured out most of the important stuff by noting small references #but yeah my friends were annoyed about it #hebrew #martha wells #computers #long post

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amywritesthings · 1 year

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fic writer interview.

found this in the tags while I was browsing & thought it could be a fun way to end 2022! i am not tagging anyone, but if you'd like to fill it out, then feel free to copy + paste it to a new post!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Eleven, soon to be twelve!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

113,915

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Marvel (The Avengers, Moon Knight), Star Wars (The Mandalorian, Andor), The Last of Us, The Bubble, and Stranger Things

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Point A to Point B (493)

Where Shadows Meet Spaces (356)

Meet Me at the Usual (277)

A First for Breathing (226)

Meet Me On the Other Side (118)

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Every single one, no matter how long or how short! Reblogs on tumblr and replies/comments under the posts are literally my life source to keep me going through the day. I try to make sure I don't miss a single response if I can help it.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

It isn't finished yet, but I have the finale outlined for Famous Last Words as I only have two more parts to go. (That I intend to finish some day I promise!) Same Old Mistakes will have the angstiest ending out of all of my fics.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I do not. I totally could one day, though. Just has to have the right mood.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No! Luckily I am fortunate enough to say that I have been given only constructive criticism to my fics, which is not equivalent to hate.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! I actually really get nervous about writing smut. Like it'll take me eons to write smut chapters versus normal chapters because they're the pieces of writing I'm most self conscious about. (Even if... nearly all of my works constitute as smut-based fics.) I primarily write f/m smut just because... well, it just happens that way? And I write smut for me, so I don't primarily write things that I don't find hot. Because fic-writing it's about self-indulging, baybeeee.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No! Not that I am aware of, anyway. Hopefully not, because stealing fics is lame.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of, no.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I'm actually more well-versed in roleplay writing than I am with fanfics, so I want to say... yes? Because I've written collaborative stories with friends that I've just never published to the public, but it's a long-winded way of say yes and also no.

13. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

I don't know if I have one? I write mainly reader insert because I would be writing original character x canon fic, but they don't typically sell well, so I adopted 2nd person writing to get with the times.

In terms of readership, I loved Buffy/Spike from BtVS as a kid, Garrus x Sheppard from Mass Effect 3, Zutara from ATLA, Jack & Elizabeth from POTC, Obidala, Dramione, Reylo... I'm typically a big proponent of enemies to lovers, if that hasn't been obvious yet, lol.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I have a Succession fanfiction that is extremely dark and 'dead dove don't eat' territory that I've had sitting in my google docs for over a year now. I think it's some of my best writing, but I know that it's extremely taboo and very much not safe for work, so I struggle with posting it despite how I go back to read it all the time lol. I write a really good Kendall Roy, guys!

15. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. I went to school and have a degree in pre-production motion picture and television writing, so screenwriting is my niche little hobby that I wanted to turn into a career and never did. That being said, I think that I can really pick up on dialect of characters and actors very well in order to translate them into original pieces / fanfiction, so I think most of my strengths lie within my verbal writing.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Description. I absolutely loathe writing long paragraphs and descriptors and tend to gloss over when others write very long paragraph writing. My attention span just cannot handle non-quippy and whippy writing, and that goes for myself as well. I'd rather just write the dialogue and the drama going on between interpersonal relationships, and tend to struggle with setting up locations and atmospheres in a broader, descriptive sense vs. abstract.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don't do it because I would have to use Google Translator and that's a total gamble, but I admire those who can and do fluently. I can read Spanish, but I cannot write it. The closest we get is me writing Din speaking in Mando'a and quite honestly I do not know if those translations are even real / up to Wookiepedia code lol.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Y'all are going to lose. your. shit over this.

Jimmy Neutron. I was nine years old. A 12-part story I still say is my best work 😂

19. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Point A to Point B will likely be my favorite. I have put so much of my heart and soul in that storytelling and world crafting that I'd be remiss to suggest anything else.

#fanfiction #fanfic #fic writer things #long post cw #interview cw

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typingcorgi · 1 year

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unexpected part ii is turning into a real long chapter so this is going to be divided up into two parts instead of one lol

let's talk about sex baybeeee

#s talks

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orowyrm · 1 year

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I think the funniest part of your accent is that ive only heard it come out strongly when you're babytalking your pets OR when you're experiencing pure and all consuming rage. The two bostonian emotions.

LITERALLY ITS SO FUNNY like those are the only times i ever notice myself . its either concentrated road rage or i see a dog and im like AWWWWWUH WHOSE A CYUUTE PUBBYYYYYY OHHHHH YOUR LIDDLE TEEFS? ARE THOSE YOUR TEEFS??? AND YOUR LIDDLE PUAWS??????? OUUUH WHOS A SWEET BAYBEEEE LOOKATCHYOU WHAT A GOOD GOUURLLLLL

#i can guarantee i can probably go back in the puppyposting tag and find several videos where i sound just like that

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sing-you-fools · 3 months

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For the Horrible Tarot Reading: What should I prepare for on my upcoming trip?

Regarding the deck, Star spinner and curious creatures look neat! I also know nothing about tarot but I like the pretty pictures.

*spooky noises* Welcome to my mystical... um... ask box. For this reading I am using the Tarot of Curious Creatures, because it's fun and I haven’t had a chance to use it yet, and because I always feel this strangeness, almost this sense of unreality when I travel - everything's odd and out of place and confusing, even if it is fun, but you know it's only temporary.

I'm going to use the Taking Action Spread from the guidebook, which asks:

And here are your cards!

(Don't mind the page of swords up there, that's my Curious Guide which the booklet told me to pick. I vibed with it. I'm apparently supposed to talk to it?)*

Fortunately, this deck is really easy to read!

Your first card, the Ace of Swords - advice for taking action. The meaning of this card is clear: Follow your whims, especially if you think you might learn something from it. Broaden your horizons. Keep an open mind, and you will gain insight into something that has been troubling you. This card foretells success, progress. You will, at one point, see a mysterious stairway. Climb it. At the top, you will be granted wings and a weapon of your choice. Fly as high as you can and kill God.

Card 2: Advice for slowing down. The previous card had associations with the mind, the cups focus on the heart. The first card wanted you to keep yourself open to intellectual stimulation and inspiration; this one tells you to be on the lookout for creative inspiration as well. You will also find possibilities of new romance, magic, things you never thought possible. A stranger will send you a drink. Accept it, and you are in for the night of your life. You will finally be able to live out the Magikarp fantasy you've had since those speedo cosplay pictures went viral ages ago.

Your third and final card, how you can honor your heart: the Eight of Cups. Your first two cards were about inspirations, steps forward, growth, beginnings. With any of these inevitably come endings. Whether it's something you're working on, something you believed, something that felt like a part of you, you will find yourself putting something down, saying goodbye. Don't let the past hold you back. Don't fall prey to the sunk time fallacy. It can be hard to move on, but we can move on. The booklet says "it's time to put your heart first." You can let go of your baggage. And how do we do that? Retail therapy, baybeeee! Time to buy a fuckload of Stanley Cups you don't need for absolutely no reason. You will not regret this.

Thank you for visiting my mystical ask box!

*Oh, apparently only for some spreads. Oh well. It was helpful.

#bad tarot with syf #tarot #tarot of curious creatures #bad tarot reading #sounds like a good vacation though #syf answers

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