i’ve decided to send an ask for each story you posted in the wip game kdnehdhs who did this to you? lives rent free in my brain 💛💛 (@a-little-unsteddie)
thank you so much 🥰🤍 still slowly working my way through the asks, so have a few more words to make up for the wait 🫶
who did this to you (pt.4) // tales of blue
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | read on ao3
🌷 preceding snippet no 1. | no. 2
Finally, finally, the familiar sound of Wayne‘s old truck rounding the corner into the trailer park interrupts the tense silence that seems to have fallen over all of Forest Hills tonight, and Eddie has half a mind to run out there, run toward them and get the whole story. Just to be sure that everything is fine. Just to be sure that Steve’s still… That he’s still there.
He stays right where he is, though, staring at Buckley‘s wild hair, feeling her shadow walk over him as Wayne pulls up to their driveway and stops. She is right in the centre of the headlights, but still she doesn’t move. Eddie wants to scream at her. Wants to nudge her and shove her out of the way — imagines it, imagines all the alternate universes in which he finds her wide eyes scared and unseeing as Wayne‘s voice sounds behind them, telling them that Steve didn’t make it.
Except in this one, Wayne said they’re coming home. In this one, shit like that doesn’t happen to eighteen year-old boys and their friends.
Aside from that girl. Barbara Holland.
Eddie swallows, his eyes flitting between bright lights to the silhouette of Buckley right in their centre. Like a doe, he thinks. Terrified of what she’ll find.
Don’t you wanna know? Eddie wants to ask her. Don’t you wanna see? What are you afraid of? What did you see? Who is he, Robin, and who are you? Why the fuck won’t you move?
In the end, it is the sound of a car door slamming shut that snaps Buckley out of her stupor, and she all but flies off the steps towards the truck. Towards where Eddie can vaguely make out the shape of a badly bruised face, the play of light and darkness not enough to conceal the deep purple splotches or the sluggishness of his movements as he raises his head. Turning toward Buckley like a flower to the sun.
She presses her hand to the window for a second, just looking at him — and Eddie is glad he can’t see either of their faces. He has a feeling that what he’d see there would haunt him forever.
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the batman's grave #3
[ID: Bruce Wayne in his Batman costume but without the cowl. He's sitting in front of the Bat-computer which is off panel and is holding a tea cup that Alfred just gave him. Alfred asks, “Are you using evil computer skills to commit financial crimes against dark capitalism, Master Bruce?” Bruce smirks slightly and says yes and Alfred bursts into a large smile. He tells the billionaire, “There's hope for you yet.” END ID]
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The fact that Asmodeus doesn’t even keep the cage locked is driving me crazy. He doesn’t even lock it. He leaves Gabriel unattended in an unlocked cage and Gabriel just stays. The things that must do to him, when all it will take to escape is getting up and walking out and he simply doesn’t. “Oh it’s so bad? You want me to stop? Well why didn’t you try and leave? You mustn’t want to, not really, or you would’ve done something. You want be here with me.” He stands from the throne and walks right past Gabriel, he turns his back on one of the most powerful things in all of creation on a regular basis. Gabriel does nothing. Broken to the point the only thing keeping him chained up is himself, Asmodeus isn’t even holding the leash anymore. He’s like a beaten dog that doesn’t understand he’s allowed to sit under the shelter when it rains because he’s so used to being chained up to the post in the cold that when it starts to fall he walks himself out there.
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Maybe it's the daddy issues talking but I got the idea of Audrey getting into a spot of trouble and getting hurt and ending up at the train station and Ollie just like... wtf am I supposed to do with you? And he wants to just toss her back outside but Margeret being the little voice of reason she is convinces him to let Audrey hideout in the train station and over time Ollie grows to be a (mentally unstable) father figure for her (she stresses him out constantly but they somehow balance each other out).
Ollie: "She's a grown woman, why does she need someone to look after her?! I swear, she's gonna make me lose what little hair I have left."
Margaret: "You're a grown man and you need someone to look after you."
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a reading of ice pick joe as trans not only intersects with society's perception and treatment of mental illness at the time but adds extra pathos to his reclamation of autonomy through the violence that eventually, indirectly, destroys him. in this essay I will
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early qwat au thought: eliot plating up food properly for quinn because it's his Art and it's Something and he's doing something Good with his hands again to remind himself he can, and because quinn's… bewildering, but he stands watch for eliot and kills the people sent after him without even being asked, and sometimes when eliot's fuzzy with stress and sleep deprivation quinn inspires in him such a desire to squish his cheeks that it loops right back around to wanting to punch him again—
—but at least at first, before quinn sees enough of it to figure out it's a thing and poke at it a bit, eliot plates quinn's food properly and eats his own straight from the pan.
(sometimes shame doesn't show in big dramatic ways. sometimes it's eating scrambled egg out of a frying pan and pretending not to notice that your buddy's watching you with the intensity of someone planning a hit.)
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Man I hate bougie people and their wine. "It needs to breathe so I put it in a decanter and we must wait before we can pour into glasses and drink."
First off, it's a liquid. Liquids don't got lungs to breathe with.
Second, and more importantly, decanter is what it's called when you put a horse down.
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