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solarmorrigan · 5 months

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For the angst prompt thing: Steddie and "Don't fucking touch me."

Hello! Thank you very much for sending a prompt, I'm sorry it took me so long to post, but I do think this one is my favorite out of all the fills I've done for this prompt list <3

[No warnings; Unnamed Freak (who apparently got a name in the most recent novel, but I didn't know that at the time) is named Oliver]

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“I’m gonna step outside for a minute,” Steve leans in to murmur in Eddie’s ear, even though the music isn’t that loud.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Eddie nods, and only just keeps himself from turning to catch Steve’s mouth in a kiss when he feels the brush of his lips against his ear; it’s not his fault he’s developed some kind of Pavlovian association between having Steve’s mouth anywhere near his skin and receiving kisses – but they do have company.

Said company is just Gareth, Jeff, and Oliver, but still. Eddie has some decorum.

Steve stands from the couch and the arm he’d had slung around Eddie’s shoulders slides away slowly, his hand brushing warm and heavy over the back of Eddie’s neck, thumb stroking once, familiarly, along the side of his throat before disappearing entirely as Steve moves towards the front door. He doesn’t do so great with groups of people in small spaces anymore; the noise gets to him, and the heat generated by so many bodies in close proximity tends to give him a headache, so he takes breaks now and then, just to give his brain a few minutes to unbend.

The door swings open on silent hinges (Steve had attacked it with a can of WD-40 and a look of determination earlier today, insisting he couldn’t stand the squeaking anymore; he’s always doing things like that around the house – little repairs, organizing, picking things up, even though Eddie insists he doesn’t have to. He says he wants to, the endearing little weirdo) and Steve steps out into the cool evening, leaving Eddie and the boys behind in the warm light of the trailer’s main room.

“So,” Jeff says, looking up from his spot on the floor and gesturing vaguely at Eddie with his beer can, “how’s that going for you guys?”

Eddie blinks at him. “How’s what going?”

“The whole thing between you two,” Jeff clarifies, and Eddie raises a skeptical brow at him.

“You wanna talk about me and Steve having sex?” Eddie asks.

Jeff’s nose scrunches in distaste. “What? No.”

“Not ever,” Gareth jumps in.

“I mean…” Oliver says with a shrug, flinching when Gareth pelts him with a balled-up napkin.

“No,” Gareth reiterates.

“I refuse to apologize for simple curiosity,” Oliver sniffs, and Eddie, seated next to him on the couch, gives him a shove.

He’s glad his friends are accepting – supportive, even (he’d like to say he wouldn’t hang out with them if they weren’t, but let’s be real: nerds could be hard to come by in their neck of the woods, and as long as they were the quiet type of homophobic, Eddie would probably still play D&D with them. But he’s glad they’re not), but he does have some boundaries.

Like, one or two, maybe.

“I just meant the whole… dating thing,” Jeff says, taking a sip from his beer. “Because I’ll be honest, I really didn’t see it at first, but it actually seems to be working out.”

“Dating?” Eddie parrots blankly.

“Yeah. You guys are in, like, some kind of never-ending honeymoon phase or some shit,” Gareth says. “Hasn’t it been over two months?”

“Uhhh, no, I think you gentlemen are confused,” Eddie drawls. “Steve and I are not dating.”

This declaration is met with a moment of silence.

“Seriously?” Oliver finally says.

“Yep,” Eddie replies easily. “No relationship shit here. Strictly a friends-with-benefits-type deal.”

“Seriously,” Olver says again, flatly this time.

“Yes, Oliver, seriously,” Eddie huffs, reaching over to give him another shove, only to have his hand pushed away.

“Eddie, he was practically sitting in your lap just now,” Jeff says. “You two are all over each other.”

“Constantly,” Gareth adds.

Eddie shrugs. “It’s not like this is a big couch; we gotta squish. Anyway, Steve’s just a touchy kind of guy.”

“He doesn’t sit like that with any of us,” Gareth points out.

“Yeah, well, you guys aren’t the ones receiving benefits,” Eddie says. “You want him to sit on your lap? You could ask.”

Gareth lets his head hang back with a noise of frustration. “That’s not the point, and you know it.”

“Don’t you two go on dates?” Jeff asks. “I’ve seen you at the movies. You talk about going out to eat, doing other shit…”

“Yeah, see, that’s the friends part of friends with benefits,” Eddie snarks. “Friends hang out sometimes, I’ve been told. We are all, in fact, hanging out right now, but that doesn’t mean I’m dating any of you.”

“You don’t see the way he looks at you?” Oliver asks, and Eddie can’t help but scoff.

He appreciates the fact that Oliver is passionate about pretty much anything he does, but it also means he’s given to romanticizing. He doesn’t usually manage to drag Jeff or Gareth in with him, though.

“Pretty sure he looks at me like a friend, because that’s what we are.” Eddie rolls his eyes before offering a smarmy little grin. “I mean, I’m sure he looks at me as an exceptionally attractive friend, but that’s it.”

“Genuinely can’t tell if you’re fucking with us, man,” Jeff says, rolling his eyes.

“Genuinely, I am not,” Eddie promises, taking the last viable swallow from his beer before getting up and heading for the kitchen, wiggling his empty can at the others with a raised eyebrow in question. Gareth raises his own near-empty can with a shrug and Eddie nods. “Look,” he says as he ducks towards the fridge, “Steve isn’t the kinda guy you have a relationship with, anyway, you know?”

Eddie doesn’t mean this in a negative way, just as a matter of fact. Steve just doesn’t seem to be a relationship kind of guy. Nancy had been something of an outlier, in how long she and Steve had lasted, and it had become clear after the dust from the Upside Down had settled that he really doesn’t have any interest in pursuing her further. Just the other day, he’d mentioned to Eddie how difficult relationships can be, and about how glad he is they have their thing together instead.

“Being with you is just… easy,” Steve had said; he hadn’t been looking at Eddie at the time, his face instead pillowed on Eddie’s chest, hair sticking to his naked skin where the sweat was still cooling from their last round, but Eddie could see the edge of a smile on his lips.

And Eddie doesn’t have much experience with relationships himself, but he knows that being friends with Steve is easy and that the sex feels equally easy and that the way he’d agreed with Steve and carded his fingers through his hair had sent Steve right to sleep with that same smile still in place.

Easy.

Now, Eddie shoves his head into the fridge and reaches for the beers that have somehow gotten pushed to the back. “It’s nothing major, okay?” he calls back towards the living room.

“Eddie…” Gareth calls back, an edge to his voice.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m on it.” Eddie waves vaguely, making sure to grab a second beer. “Anyway, Steve’s a good friend, and he’s really hot, and we’re just having fun.”

The bang of the front door against the frame startles Eddie so badly he nearly smacks his head on the underside of the freezer as he stands, a beer clutched in each hand like he might be able to use them as projectiles.

There is no threat, though – just Steve, who had apparently failed to catch the screen door before it had shut too quickly behind him. He doesn’t seem to have noticed; he’s just standing there, staring at Eddie, color rising high in his cheeks, eyes wide and shocked, like he’s just been slapped.

Concern wells up from Eddie’s gut, and he opens to his mouth to ask what’s wrong when Steve finally speaks.

“Yeah,” he croaks, “I’m not having fun.”

Eddie’s brows furrow in confusion, the beginnings of cold dread trickling into his veins well ahead of any conscious thought.

“I think I– I think I should go,” Steve says.

He grabs his keys from the side table by the door, where they’ve lived next to Eddie’s and Wayne’s for the last few months whenever he’s been at the house, and then he’s gone again, the screen door banging shut once more behind him.

And Eddie has no idea what just happened, but he knows it wasn’t good. He drops the beers on the counter and bolts out the door after Steve.

Steve is nearly to his car by the time Eddie scrambles down the front steps, and he’s paying absolutely no attention when Eddie calls after him.

“Steve,” Eddie tries again, stumbling to a stop right behind him as he jams his keys into the driver’s side lock. “Steve, for fuck’s sake, what–” he reaches out, wrapping one hand around Steve’s bicep, and Steve jerks out of his grip.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” Steve snaps.

Eddie pulls his hand back, but doesn’t step away, entirely baffled by the sudden turn the evening has taken. “What the hell happened back there?”

Steve goes still, grip going lax on his keys. “I heard what you said, Eddie.”

“About – about what? Are you mad I was talking to them about us sleeping together? Because, Steve, they already knew,” Eddie insists, a little incredulous. “You said you were fine with them knowing! You were practically feeling me up in front of them!”

“I don’t give a shit if they know we’re having sex!” Steve hisses, finally whirling around to look at Eddie. “I meant the rest. About how I’m not the kind of guy you have a relationship with.”

Eddie’s stomach sinks. He hadn’t realized that was such a sensitive subject. “I – shit, I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings, I just didn’t think you wanted–”

“About how we’re just having fun,” Steve cuts in, and if he’d sounded raw before, his voice is practically ground down to nothing now.

That brings Eddie up short. “…aren’t we?” he asks after a moment.

Steve says nothing.

“I mean, shit, Steve, it’s not like we’re in a relationship,” Eddie says, offering a little laugh, because even Steve would have to admit that the idea is a little silly.

Except.

Except Steve just glances away, staring at the ground beside Eddie’s feet, and – oh, shit.

“Oh, shit.”

Steve is still unnervingly silent, one arm curled around his middle while the other hand comes up to pinch briefly at the bridge of his nose. He still won’t look at Eddie.

“You… you thought we were,” Eddie says dumbly, and Steve shrugs.

“Can you blame me? We spend all our time together, Eddie. I’m here more than I’m at my own house, I think I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve slept in my own bed in the last month. We go out and do things together, I try to keep things nice around the house because I want Wayne to like me, we have, like, a lot of sex, and– we… I mean, we kiss and touch and just – do shit like that even when it doesn’t lead anywhere.” Steve shrugs helplessly, finally looking up. “I mean, Christ, Eddie, what did you think we were doing?”

“I thought we were friends!” Eddie insists. Steve throws him an incredulous look and Eddie amends, “With benefits!”

“Right.” Steve’s expression flattens back out, going cold and hard and unlike anything Eddie’s become used to from him. “Because I’m not the kind of guy you’d want to have a relationship with.”

“I said that because I thought you didn’t want to be in a relationship!” Eddie snaps. “It’s not like you stay with anyone for very long, so I just assumed you didn’t want to be with anyone.”

Some of the ice retreats from Steve’s face, leaving a watering kind of hurt in its stead. “Do you listen to me at all when I talk?”

“What? Of course I do!” Eddie might have gotten turned around in certain respects, but he will not have his merits as a friend called into question; of course he listens to Steve.

“Are you sure? Because I talk about you an awful lot. I talk about doing things with you, about doing things in the future with you,” Steve says pointedly, “about how I want to stay with you.”

And Eddie had wanted Steve to stay with him, too. He’s just been thinking – well, he’d thought it was because they get along so well, that Steve had wanted to stick around. That it had only made sense.

“We never talked about… being anything else,” Eddie says, the protest a little weak even to his own ears. “I’m pretty sure I’d remember that.”

Steve pulls a sharp breath in, pinching at the bridge of his nose again; he leaves his hand there this time, eyes scrunched shut. “Just a few days ago, I told you how much I liked being with you. How good and how easy it felt compared to anyone else I’ve ever been with,” he says, barely more than a rough whisper. “And you said…”

I like being with you, too.

Eddie had said that.

He’d meant that he likes being around Steve, likes being his friend, definitely likes having sex with him, but he’d said it while combing his fingers through Steve’s hair, while cuddled up with him in bed, and – okay, yes, he can see the mixed signals there. He can see where Steve might have gotten the idea that they didn’t have an arrangement, that they were just together.

“I– I didn’t mean–”

“Obviously,” Steve snaps, dropping his hand from his face and turning back towards his car.

Eddie tsks, frustrated, and reaches out to grab Steve’s wrist – not pulling, just trying to keep his attention.

“Don’t,” Steve warns him, pulling back from his grasp for a second time.

“I didn’t mean to lead you on,” Eddie tries desperately. “I really… I really didn’t.”

“Yeah. I can see that. But Eddie…” Steve is quiet for a moment, posture so tense and still that Eddie suspects he’s not even breathing. “I’m probably the best-qualified asshole around to tell you that you really have to fucking think about how what you’re doing affects the people around you.”

Somehow, that stings more than any screamed insult Steve could have thrown at him.

“Steve…”

“I’ll come get my shit out of your place tomorrow,” Steve says, low and sharp, before getting into his car and slamming the door behind him.

After that, Eddie has no choice but to step back or get run over, and he watches until Steve’s taillights are no longer visible.

He can hear the hissing of some whispered conversation just beyond the door as he trudges back up the front steps, but his friends fall conspicuously quiet the moment he steps inside.

“…hey,” Gareth finally ventures after several seconds of awkward, sticky silence.

“Hey,” Eddie says flatly.

“Do you… want us to stay?” Jeff asks.

Slowly, Eddie shakes his head. “I think I should… I need to– think about shit.”

The boys all nod, throwing him variously sympathetic glances and clapping him on the shoulder on their way out. Oliver pauses, as if he’s going to say something, but Gareth gives him a shove and gets him out the door before he has the chance. Probably for the best.

Eddie feels numb as he trudges back towards his room, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

He flops down on his bed, face landing in a pillow that smells entirely too much like Steve’s shampoo. Probably because it’s on the side of the bed that Steve always takes. Next to the nightstand with the small stack of sports magazines that definitely aren’t Eddie’s. And the spare pair of glasses that also isn’t Eddie’s.

With a low tug in his gut, Eddie realizes how much of Steve’s stuff has crept into his room, into the trailer, into his life – how much Steve has become a part of his life, how much of Eddie’s day has been built around him, how much he’s come to lean on his presence, has come to want him there.

And Steve is going to take it all back sometime soon. Take all of his things away before he removes himself from Eddie’s life, too, because Eddie hadn’t been thinking and he hadn’t been careful and he hadn’t realized–

Eddie’s pretty sure he just broke up with Steve.

He’s also pretty sure he hadn’t wanted to.

His main consolation, as he curls up on his side, nose still buried in Steve’s pillow, is that as soon as Robin hears what happened (and she will hear, he has no doubt), she’ll probably come murder him.

At least he won’t have to wallow for long.

Part 2

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #smallspaceplant #eddiesteve #listen Steve is u-haul lesbian flavored and Eddie is I know we're married but do you like me? lesbian flavored - you feel?#anyway I shouldn't be allowed to use tags on less than six hours of sleep!#answers from solar #solar wrote #hurt no comfort #edit: now with a continuation that will eventually include comfort

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remythologise · 9 months

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liSTEN i am so deep in the good omens tag it's like it's 2013 again. was looking back through my tag list from 2012-2014 and man the nostalgia i feel is INSANE like look how far we've come they actually kissed

genuinely like… I think I must have bought good omens somewhere between 2008-2009… I wish I could have taken the me from then, digging through the lines for gay subtext, forward into the future to see them kiss with tongue. in 1080p HD, even. SO glad the planets aligned so we have this adaptation and not literally any other one

#good omens spoilers #smallspaceplant #kira for ts #ask #girl we’ve come so far like as a society. truly.#we’re not talking about the other good omens adaptations that at some point could have existed.

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yournowheregirl · 1 year

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[READ ON AO3]

Here we are folks! The final installment of the Dolly fic! The entire fic is now up on ao3, but you’re getting a preview of part 6 right here, right now. Hope you enjoy and once again thank you so much for all your love & support, see ya on the next one! 💛💛

-xxx-

part 6: love is like a butterfly

Life is good.

Now there’s something twenty-year old Eddie would’ve never thought he’d say, what with the murder allegations, the going through an actual hell version of Hawkins and almost dying and all. There was a moment when he really thought he wasn’t going to make it, that the last thing he’d see was Dustin’s teary-eyed face.

But here he is anyway, a couple of scars, a fuck-ton of tattoos and a concerning amount of greying hairs later, still alive and still doing pretty damn good if he says so himself.

After Corroded Coffin suddenly got picked up by some talent agent big shot after a gig in Indianapolis, Eddie felt like he was riding a rollercoaster with no end. There were platinum albums, gigs at the biggest venues in the country, meeting his idols at awards show, magazines with his damn face on it and all Eddie could do was hold on and enjoy the ride.

But now…

Now things have slowed down. Gareth says that he has gone soft with his so-called old age and Eddie kinda has to agree with him. Because as it turns out, life isn't all about the sold-out venues and the adoring fans and the awards shows, sometimes life is just about being with the ones you love.

Which, in Eddie’s case, consists of his tiny little family of three.

Him, Steve and their daughter Hayley.

[read the rest right here]

tag list:

@cheatghost @henderdads @unclewaynemunson @goblin-eddie @trikigirl271 @alienace @legitcookie @gothbat99 @fandomcartographer @stevethehairington @blank1eboi @this-earlobe-is-naked @fruitandbubbles @courtjestermunson @steveisabicon @stereoteleversion @wrenisflying @spectrum-spectre @hotluncheddie @punkharringtxn @remislupinsthevoiceofgod @panicatthediaz @thegingervulcan @sharkruption @goodolefashionedloverboi @thelastwalkingsoul @undreamingscatworld @starrystevie @magipemuseum @mightbeasleep @corrodedcoughin @linkydinky06 @hardboiledeggs @gamerdano @limpingpenguin @blackpanzy @piningapple @teelagurl558 @theokatz @moonlightmirrorball @milf-harrington @raisedbylibrarians @eddiemunsonswife @catateme9 @stranger-poets-society @munsonsduchess @fandemonium-takes-its-toll @uwujinniee @bejeweledbaby @hardboiledleggs @hamiltonsteele @edgelordesworld @quickenedheartbeat @episcogoth @purplepluviophile @bornonthesavage @ninjapirateunicorns @cinnamon-mushroomabomination @medolie71 @knitsforthetrail @dilutedpondwater @he-she-steveharrington @plasticcrotches @smallspaceplant @mandalynn @m-owo-n @ceaselessly-watching @aralana765 @idontgetpaidenoughforthisshit @occasionalartthings @lucasrightarm @punctualhowell @sultrypickle @spicemallow @platinum-sunset @batxsignalsx @lovelyscot @sillysparrow @freyaforestafay @im-justatrashcan @airiervessel @oh-no-its-danger-gays @bidisastersworld @hey-rowan @anaibis

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie dolly parton fic tag #IT IS DONE #hope you guys enjoy big forehead kiss to all of you

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embroid-away · 4 years

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What kind of paint do you use? Acrylic? Gouache? Something else?

Hey there!

I use watercolors! And in case you’re still curious, I’ve gone over my watercolor process in these posts: watercolor basics, when to watercolor, and stitching before watercolors. And feel free to ask if you if you have any more questions!

Another process ask from @smallspaceplant:

[Ask text: “Hey! I love your embroidery, it’s so beautiful! I just started my first big embroidery project and it’s mainly satin stitch. Your satin stitch is so solid and neat - do you have any tips?”]

thank you so much, you’re very kind! 🥰

I’m excited for your big project, and I hope these steps for satin stitch can help you out! I’m sure you know how to do the satin stitch, but I’ll walk through all my steps both to benefit others who might not know how and also to help you identify if there’s anything that I’m doing differently that might help your stitch!

(Note: In the past, I thought I could use a “cheater satin” stitch, but I don’t use that anymore, so I won’t discuss it more than to say: if you read my archive how-to’s that far back, don’t use that tip.)

My satin stitch tips are going to be given with respect to 22-count aida since that’s my primary fabric, but I think the fundamentals can still apply to other fabrics too!

When I satin stitch in areas larger than 5 millimeters across but smaller than 2 inches across, I use 3-ply floss. (For areas between 3-5 mm, 2-ply; less than 3 mm, 1-ply; greater than 2 inches, 4-ply.) I’m not actually measuring an area before I stitch, but in general, the smaller the area, the fewer ply I use.

[Image: A close-up photo of a strand of black embroidery floss held between a thumb and index finger; the strand is split into two sections each 3-ply.] (Apologies for my dry cuticles 🙅‍♀️💅🚫)

I think of the aida cloth as a grid and spaces. The satin stitches are each a half space apart.

[Image: A close-up photo of aida cloth with an arrow pointing to the aida fibers with text that says “Half space,” and a bar around the aida fibers with text that says “One space.”]

Here are the visual steps:

[Image, broken into 5 parts, each part showing the next step for satin stitch. 1 shows the floss initially pulled through the aida; 2 shows the floss back through the aida so the floss creates a horizontal line; 3 shows the needle poking through the aida, one half-space below the first floss line; 4 shows the needle poking back into the fabric one half-space below where the floss went back through above it; 5 is several satin stitches, creating a solid block of thread.]

Pull the needle through from the back to the front of the cloth.

Create your first satin stitch by putting the needle back through from the front to the back of the cloth.

Pull the needle through to the front again, now one half-space below the first stitch.

Push the needle back through the aida.

Repeat, repeat, repeat!

I almost always satin stitch vertically or horizontally so that I can easily create parallel stitches -- they help ensure an even and smooth satin stitch.

When I stitch block text, I first stitch the satin, then use back stitch for the border. However, for comic image fills, I stitch the outline first, then the satin (not for any technical reason, just because it’s my process).

[Image, broken into 3 parts: A, four back stitches creating two parallel vertical lines; B, the first satin stitch, now between the back stitches, with an enlarged view of the needle poking through under the back stitch; C, several satin stitches creating a block of solid thread between back stitches.]

The biggest difference for satin-after-back-stitch is shown in part B, where the needle will need to pull/push through under the back stitch.

If there’s ever a weird bunching in the satin stitch, where one or more threads aren’t laying flat, I extend the floss from behind the fabric so that it’s parallel to the aida and the most recent satin stitch. I then use my thumb and index finger to pinch and gently drag along the thread, slowly pulling those strays through so that they lay flat with the other floss.

The back of your satin stitch should almost exactly the same as the front.

[Image: The back of the same example embroidery from the previous instructional images, showcasing how the satin stitch sections look very similar to the front.]

I hope this helps! With your large project full of satin stitch, I’m sure you’ll be a pro by the time you’ve completed it and might even have some tips to share with me! Good luck!!

#smallspaceplant #thanks for the ask #how to #helpful tips #satin stitch #stitching types #dead-philospophers-society #thank you for your patience #i know you've been waiting a little while for this response!

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rostii · 3 years

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I'm also working on a quilt!! High five to a fellow quilter 🖐️

oh nice i’d love to see yours when its done!! this is only my first one omg

#💛!#i definitely wanna experiment a lot more w patchwork and quilting tho #smallspaceplant

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transjudas · 6 years

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I don't follow Harry Styles or really know anything about him, but I LOVE seeing you post about him and be so excited!! Your tags are great and it makes me so happy to see you enjoying the fuck out of something and someone that obviously brings you so much joy. Keep on keepin' on!!

I saw I had a message and honest to god thought it was gonna be someone like “wHY are you suddenly spamming me with this (impeccably dressed) boy?” so seeing this makes me so happy.

Thank you

#smallspaceplant

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punkrockinchairs · 7 years

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smallspaceplant replied to your photo “me doing the absolute goddamn MOST when making up new d&d characters”

TELL ME ABOUT UR OCS AND TELL YOU ABOUT MINE!!!

OK IM GONNA TELL U ABT MY DAUGHTER VADANIA BC SHE IS CLOSE TO MY HEART (there’s only one other post in her tag rn bc she’s a brand new baby but it’s fine let’s move on)

the setting is of my own creation bc i’M MY OWN DM, GODDAMN IT, so it’s very much based on the real world. also her party is in a more modern setting w/ guns & tech & shit bc i love the modern magic unearthed arcana more than my own life

ok sO vadania is a tiefling (but one of the variant ones; she doesn’t have horns & shit altho she does have pink hair) bard and a bi trans girl. she was born in a traveling circus and had an affinity for music from a veeeery young age, but she also was FASCINATED by the sword-swallowers & knife throwers in her troupe and would always follow them around & mimic them etc (she’s fucking adorable). her mother is from a region basically equivalent to the appalachians (lol) & taught her how to play the mountain dulcimer, and she also plays viol, the lyre, and the drum. after like 10/15 years of travelling, her troupe eventually makes its way to the city of Minéti (essentially Athens lmfao) in the country of Meddi, and her mom & dad decide that they’re getting a bit old to be in the circus so they decide to settle down there. Minéti is a huge center of worship for the goddess Minétha (Athena; i’m not all that clever honestly), with the city centered around this GIGANTIC FUCKING SPIRE called the Citadel. Minétha is a goddess of civilization and knowledge and teaches her devotees that knowledge is essential to life, and that no one should be denied access to education (kind of a radical stance in the setting of the “””campaign””” such as it were), so there’s a HUUUGE (free) college connected to the Citadel. vadania and her parents are more-or-less uneducated since they all basically grew up in the circus, so her family gets really into the religion & starts attending the classes that are offered--vadania & her mom especially love the classes about music & music theory, and her mom gets rly into math too for some reason while her dad basically gets a technical degree in construction and architecture.

ANYWAY one day while she’s at the college vadania meets a girl named Selêne, who she finds out was raised in the temple & is a cleric and one of Minétha’s chosen (made obvious by the giant owl tattoo-like symbol that spans her chest from shoulder to shoulder, wings splayed across her collarbone). vadania is IMMEDIATELY SUPER GAY for selêne & they start hanging out a bunch, & eventually selêne introduces vadania to a VERY unusual being that seems to be a living suit of armor, which selêne explains is one of Minétha’s Warforged: living constructs from a bygone era of war and famine, when the gods themselves had to take sides in order to decide the fate of the world. this one is seemingly the last of them all, and selêne calls him Pally due to the fact that....he’s a paladin. lmfao. pally remembers very little of his life before selêne woke him back up, but one thing he does remember is that Minétha Herself crafted a magical item known as “the Heart of the Warforged”, and that that item has since been stolen--or at least hidden away. selêne has promised pally that she’ll do anything she can to help him find it again, and vadania........... well, like i said, vadania is SUPER GONE on this girl so she immediately is like “I HAVE NO OTHER PLANS, I’LL HELP YOU FIND IT, LET’S GO NOW” bc she has NO CONCEPT OF CHILL lmfao

and that’s basically where the adventure starts!!!! i haven’t figured out anything past the starting point since i’m still crafting backstories & histories for all the characters but...yeah!!!

ur turn!!!!!!! also sorry this got so long lmao!!!

#smallspaceplant #replies #dnd #oc tag #dnd ocs #oc: vadania #long post //

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