#also DIO IS HERE

[twink-with-an-agenda]

the way they constantly haunt me. sick and twisted

#you don't UNDERSTAND i am incapable of being normal about these losers #theyre so awful I can't look away #also. not sure if i like how similar mercys hair colour is to her background #uhh here goes the reg tags #tlt #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #john gaius #augustine the first #mercymorn the first #dios apate #my art

[flowercrowngods]

✨🤍 some steddie softness for @thefreakandthehair's birthday, i hope it's the very best so far! 🤍✨(please please your day comes first, read this whenever you have time and space to breathe 🤍)

Eddie is not a religious man — far from it, actually. But there are a few things that make him believe in higher powers. In angels. In destiny and luck and a love so strong it could conquer everything. 

This very moment is one of them. 

Stevie, soft and sleepy beside him in the back of the car as Nancy is driving, the dim light of the passing street lamps painting his face in hues of gold like the light itself favours Steve Harrington, caressing his features with the softest of shadows. 

He’s beautiful. Ethereal. Perfectly angelic with his eyes closed, his whole body turned towards Eddie in the warmth of the car.

It takes Eddie’s breath away, his heart taking up space where before there were his lungs and ribcage, growing in size until he feels like he is about to burst. And even then he keeps looking, staring at that pretty face that looks so at peace with the whole world right now. Eddie has never seen Steve like this, but now he understands why people start wars. Why people defy gods and death itself to be with their one true love. Why Orpheus looked back. 

He understands. Because Steve, his Stevie, warm and safe and perfectly fine in the backseat of a car? That is everything. He doesn’t even need to kiss or touch so long as he just gets to look. And be. Oh, to be at the same time that Steve is. 

That might just be life’s greatest gift to him. 

A tiny sigh falls from Steve’s lips and Eddie really, really might be about to burst. 

“Hey, angel,” he whispers, because moments like this aren’t made for anything but hushed words, their truths too heavy, too sincere for the world to hear and keep on spinning. He doesn’t need the world to spin as long as there is Steve. 

“Hi,” Steve whispers back, his eyes still closed but the smile lighting up, luring Eddie in like he is but a moth drawn to the flame. 

Eddie leans in and rests his forehead against Steve’s, his hand coming up to cradle a light-kissed cheek. Steve leans into it, following Eddie’s hand like maybe they are twin stars pulling each other closer until there will be an explosion of light and creation. Steve nuzzles against his palm and leans further into Eddie’s body until they share the same breath — but still it’s not enough. 

Eddie wants to say so many things now that their hands are entangled, their soft exhales mixing. But after a while he notices that Steve is humming before gently singing along to the song coming quietly from the speakers. 

“Take it easy with me, please. Touch me gently like a summer evening breeze. Take your time, make it slow. Andante, Andante. Just let the feeling grow.”

Eddie knows the song, recognises it instantly, and his breath gets stuck in his throat once more. Because he has a secret. He loves it. He has imagined for the longest time that one day, someone would make it his song. Sing it for him, to him. 

He’s never told anyone because he has a reputation to uphold and more than enough metal music to listen to, but of course Steve wouldn’t care about his secrets being secret, and just oh so casually make his deepest, most private of dreams come true. 

He’s an angel, that one. A hero. Myths and fairy tales should be woven around that heart of his, folklore speaking of his name until history itself wouldn’t dare to forget. No one can convince Eddie otherwise. Not in that moment, not with Steve singing so quietly, so gently, so adoringly. 

I think I love you. I think I can’t ever stop, not when I’ve seen you like this. Not when you’ve just shown me what life can be about, what it should be about. Gods, I love you and love you and love you. 

That’s what he wants to say. 

But all that comes out is a marvelled, “Shit, Stevie.”

It has the desired effect of a huffed breath, an even wider smile, and Steve cuddling further into Eddie’s side, eyes still closed. Eddie brushes a kiss to Steve’s forehead and feels like maybe his love can make it into the fairy tale, too. 

It will. Oh, it will, when Steve finally lifts his head from Eddie’s shoulder and looks at him through hooded eyes, all soft and sleepy and safe. A moment passes like this and Eddie can’t breathe, maybe he can never breathe again — but it only lasts until Steve slowly, so very slowly begins to lean in to claim Eddie’s lips with a kiss so gentle it could bring him back from the dead. 

Eddie kisses Steve back just as slowly, because in moments like this there is no rush, no hurry. There’s only them, there’s only this. Only a kiss until there is another. 

And with Steve, there is always another. 

Nancy smiles as she is taking the long way to Steve’s house, rounding Loch Nora twice because she knows how comfy Steve gets in cars at night when he doesn’t have to drive and there is soft music playing. 

Eddie kisses her goodbye on the forehead, fully aware of what she’s done. He doesn't tell her about the sun and the myths and all the wars he would start for Steve.

Nights like this are not meant for telling anyone about them. They can hardly be believed as it is. They can only be lived, hand in loving hand.

#steddie fic #steddie #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #dio words #hi lex happy birthday i hope you like this bit of incoherent softness i hope you like the sleepy feeling in the back of a car at night #when all the lights go whoosh you know?? with some music? idkidk but writing this was fun anyway :D #also because sincerity is for tumblr tags let me just say thanks again for being in my dms sometimes and listening to my whumpy rambles #here you have some fluff to make up for it :D no but seriously you deserve nice things so i'm happy to see you getting some today 🤍

[vaguely-concerned]

I have seen people question whether dios apate minor really needed to happen the way it did. it's the 'this could have been an email' of htn. 'augustine this did not have to be a threesome', I hear people saying. and boy do I have an obnoxious amount of things to say to protest this perfectly sensible assertion so here we go haha

1) yes it absolutely had to be like that. It says so on this piece of paper *hands you a piece of paper that says "because I said so and also it's narratively and thematically Sexy"* in my half-legible handwriting. seeing tamsyn muir describe harrow the ninth as a book about being a kid and realizing your parents probably had sex has given me such validation, I am unstoppable now. (to be serious for a moment, harrow the ninth is essentially a bildungsroman, and the threesome scene does a whole lot of thematic heavy lifting around harrow glimpsing elements of adulthood, relationships, and sexuality she clearly finds at the same time repulsive, bewildering and fascinating, and around opening her and especially our eyes to how much john is just a man with human longings still, under the god stuff. dios apate is crucial plot- and character-wise too -- it's a loadbearing threesome in terms of delivering the clues you need to piece together the mystery plot of the book, which is simply delightful -- but even more so thematically. and then the scene at the end where they confront john gives gideon some of that same opportunity to peek into adulthood and go '...well shit I guess', as a sort of mirror, just without the french kissing that time and more murder. the things magnus and abigail model for the girls about love and adulthood? mercy and augustine are providing the opposite-day batshit insane version of that fhdskjfa, you know, for contrast and spice)

2) listen... it gets lonely out there in deep space with your 'legendary unamorous' brother, two infant pathetic baby kitten sisters who you'll probably have to kill one day when you take another stab at god if they don't manage to get themselves killed along the way on their own, and the two people you've spent the last ten thousand years having separate yet connected married & divorced arcs with and also btw one of them is god... honestly a threesome over the dinner table is probably The most well-adjusted reaction one might hope for under those circumstances

3) on a characterization level I think Augustine is actually doing something incredibly deliberate with it: he's presenting John with yet another chance to admit what he did. which is notable especially since the deal he and mercy agree on as a condition for the threesome to happen at all seems to be that they're going to give the ol' godslaying another game try sooner rather than later. (I get the sense that it's not so much that he disagrees with her ultimate goal so much as that he thinks she's being dangerously indiscreet and hasty going about it, before. “though I think it will be the death of us,” huh.)

notice how he's structuring the whole thing: he's invoking the intimacy and love in their strange little threeway relationship and how long it's been by truly playing along with john's 'we're a happy family really when we're at home! :)' delusion (helped along by lowered inhibitions via enormous amounts of alcohol and what I've previously described as a joint mercy/augustine leyendecker themed thirst trap. ah, a classic). he brings up alecto and what happened to her -- or rather, he is clever enough to make john bring up alecto and how she is totally dead, right?? by seeming to make a careless statement that leads there and then acting contrite about it after. he (helped along by mercy, who I think realizes exactly what he's doing -- this is very much a two-man con) brings up how much they all loved their cavaliers, and wow funny how that's been haunting us for ten thousand years now huh :) wow, a lot of our other lyctor friends slash family sure are super dead in the name of some unknowable greater reason neither of us quite grasp and that you won't fucking tell us, aren't they. these are all the main grievances he and mercy confront john about at the end of the book, but put forth much more subtly and not phrased as an accusation -- he's baring his and mercy's vulnerabilities as bait, essentially. if john had, say, a conscience where his conscience should be instead of a black hole, it probably should have stirred something in him.

(also let me just say... the way augustine just takes a pneumatic drill to the TWO tender spots g1deon seems to have and then has the audacity to be like 'oh dear. did that upset him. ooof my bad *loooong dead-eyed slurp of his wine*' is just sooo... he's such a bitch!!! he's the only person who could ever have held their own in a ten-thousand-year bitch-off with mercy and I love him so much. well even if it wasn't all to get g1deon into murder range for harrow I think he wouldn't enjoy sticking around for the 'getting our tongues on god' part of the evening so maybe it's a kindness, really, and totally not pent-up aggression from the last twenty years or so breaking through)

he is all but shaking john by the lapels begging him to just... come clean about it already, to stop thinking he's still kidding everyone else along with himself. it's clear throughout the book that augustine knows exactly what john is at this point -- and all of the most cynical things he does say about it turn out to be distressingly right. john is always less sentimental than you'd think. john wouldn't forgive mercy, he will abandon in a heartbeat anything that isn’t necessary to him anymore, whether emotionally or in some other way. and still he seems to hold out some desperate absurd hope that the man he wants, the man he thought was there, is in there, somewhere deep deep down, if he just gives him the chance to show himself.

(mercy definitely has her own side of this whole thing, I'm just focusing more on augustine because this evening was like. his idea in the first place and I feel like we can Read Some Things into that fact lol. now that we have both ntn and htn to go from I sort of have this sense that the things augustine wants from john are more... personal? more interpersonal? they both love him equally, but mercy's love seems tinged slightly more towards the religious (augustine accuses her of knowing 'only worship without adoration', which like... also the eight house's entire Vibe lol) -- mercy at the end of that book is totally a person breaking up with GOD, not just with john -- while augustine's vibe is more like a man in the last not-with-a-bang-but-a-whimper days of a marriage that sort of felt like it could have been something real and good once but all your illusions about it have since been taken from you and trampled underfoot into the mud and you've had the divorce papers signed and ready in a drawer for over a year now, hell, as it turns out, is other people etc. lmao)

having a threesome over the dinner table with god is one thing, having a threesome over the dinner table centered on the one man and god who has yet again let you down in a way so fundamental it can barely fit into words and who you both still love in a way anyway, miserably, and also just reaffirmed your joint resolution to murder (all under the pretense that it gives your baby sisters the chance to murder your brother of ten thousand years yeah that's why this is happening no other underlying aching emotional motivations here haha)... listen mercy and augustine are simply on a different level, theologically. they've added horny shrimp colours to the religious spectrum. who else does it like them

#the locked tomb #harrow the ninth #augustine the first #mercymorn the first #john gaius #dios apate minor #bad cop worse cop and sorry cop #augustine 'when I die I want john to lower my casket #not so he can let me down one last time that's honestly a given at this point #if at all possible I just want to pull him down into the grave with me' quinque #first saint to serve the king undying #nona the ninth spoilers #nominally? in that I am saying there's relevant information to this polycule clusterfuck in it? eh let's just be safe lol #just when you thought I had no more thoughts about the terrible old people to unleash upon you... here I am again hahaha #the locked tomb meta #also yeah I mean I guess they didn't actually have to get their tongues on god on-page for all this to still be true #but I'm glad they did let them have some lyctor enrichment #hate fucking is actually lyctor love language hashtag did u kno

[zorionbbq]

akiyama studied law????

#yakuza #ace attorney #jjba #yakuza 4 spoilers #<- NOT ACTUALLY BUT IT WAS FUNNY GOING IN BLIND #not sure what's going on here but i think tome would have fun investigating things and roasting akiyama #and komaeda would make everything difficult for dio on purpose because that's what he does during trials #the filename for this is 'nightmare court rotation' but it's mostly because of the prosecution #also i really want to write a yakuza aceattorney case but my brain is too small for puzzles HHHH

[diamondsheep]

Ram that new Luffy that I keep seeing around looks like a fluffy sheep, sheep Luffy so now I associate him even more with you 🐑🐏

Luffy more like FLUFFY !!!

HOLAAA CONEJOOOS 🐰💖

Thank u so much for this idea !! I absolutely loved it !! So here are some sheep Luffy, Merry and a monkey Luffy ❤ 🐒🐏

#here i go again with furry / mink OP propaganda asjfdks #me encanto el sheep luffy 🥺❤❤❤ #also ese Luffy es Gear 5 / Nika es básicamente el ultimate power up de Luffy que aparentemente lo convierte en un dios lol 😅 #basically an overpowered cartoony pirate sheep 🐏 #luffy #monkey d. luffy #monkey d luffy #one piece #one piece fanart #luffy op #op luffy #minks #mink luffy #ask #my drawings #mixed media #my art #gear 5 #nika luffy #gear 5th #gear 5 luffy #btw i think that luffy should be a bighorn sheep #oh and the sheep that he is hugging is a sheep ship named Merry !! Luffy's beloved boat 🤍

[outoftoucherlocksholmes]

it occurred to me while backing up procreate files last night that aside from Bad Bisexual Representation Booty Shorts Dio, i never posted any of the things from this canvas i had going for sketches while watching part 3 back in 2022, which is a shame, really

#jojo's bizarre adventure #stardust crusaders #jotaro kujo #joseph joestar #kakyoin noriyaki #jean pierre polnareff #muhammad avdol #dio brando #hol horse #n'doul #oingo and boingo #terence t d'arby #alessi jjba #with a special shoutout to lisa lisa kars and shadow the hedgehog #context for the oingo boingo alessi one: i was like ''damn it must suck being an eight year old with severe anxiety in the same cult mansio #as Loser Dude Who Beats Up Children For Fun'' and then thought of that image #context for the terence darby one is that he levitates sometimes and that shits creepy in a hilarious way #also ''commits vehicular manslaughter nonbinarily'' is also just something i said on discord (about yoda actually) #but for some reason kakyoin would often end up being the one driving. and i think he should be allowed to run over some of dio's minions #i think everything else here speaks for itself #OH also the enya and polnareff ''can't stand his fake ass/me and the bestie'' was drawn on this canvas too but on hidden layers #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part 3

[makiswirl]

hey! don’t cry (holds out my hand to you) fleshbudded jotaro and kakyoin misadventures fic

After a few moments of going back and forth with himself, Jotaro tears out one of the pages and, to the best of his ability in the absence of light in his room, scrawls down a note in English:

Left and got an early plane to Egypt. Be back in a few days. I’ll take care of it.

And he leaves it on the nightstand by his futon.

–- Dio’s plan is different. It’s less about Heaven, and more about power; including how Stand users play into it.

Jotaro goes after him in the hopes of saving his mother by himself. To an extent, he fails.

Word Count: 12,321

Rating: Mature (described gore/violence, swearing, implied suicidal ideations)

Fandom(s): ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

#IGNORE THE FACT THAT I POSTED THIS NEARLY A MONTH AGO! i am only getting to posting it here now #feel free to indulge in the sillies committing crimes and also holly as the joestar for p3 exposition fic i think it's just neat #kiki's writing #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #FEATURED CHARACTERS: #jotaro kujo #noriaki kakyoin #dio brando #holly kujo #jean pierre polnareff #joseph joestar #mohammed avdol

[honeysulani]

not in the name of bhaal, but in the name of DIO!!

#I'm finally happy with my tav!! #yeah I've started rewatching jjba #dio obsession is baaack #anyways evil run here I come </3 #in my head he's also a vampire in game #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3 tav #baldurs gate 3 tav #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate oc

[ottiliere]

hello! ur posts on the vagus nerve and its connections to digestions have encouraged me to do a lil mini dissertation thingy kinda focused on it/around it, ur big thread on PVT and everything really piqued my interest when i read it and i just held onto it for like a year or smthing until like last week when i started the project. Ik u said recently in one of ur posts i believe that ur not going to post the big dirk PVT post and im not here to be like yo post it because i also think u said that ur kinda moving away from like hs/dirky stuff rn ?? (im forgetting if i saw that sorry) but yeah i just wanted to say thank u etc etc, like ive never done an ask before so sorry if this is phrased weirdly but ur blog is just like one of those blogs that fundamentally changed how i view certain things in life for the better lol, like whether its ur beautiful representations / depictions of mental health in like just beautifully painted art (seriously the way u make it look like idk how to word it cartoony/really 2d but then it stands out against the background + if u zoom in and see the tiny pixel details == it makes me mad) or just like the huggeee long form posts that i like to chew on and save cuz theres so many details that AFFAAT like the way you talk abt the topics u portray has made me concious of how i would want to do so in the same way ig u get me. anyway this got really long and idk if i come across coherently, but ur just a random person on the internet whos art and written thoughts that u decide to share makes me happy when i see it == makes me pace around my room and distract me from this fat essay lmao so tldr: i really appreciate what u do + i hope like that ur doing well and that u keep arting and thoughting no matter what it is that u choose to focus on

(uve made me comitted to reading jthm, playing psychonauts and giving jjba w/ dio another go lmao) 🫶🫶

Hello! I’m sorry this reply is coming so late, this ask in particular is very sweet and has stuck out to me.

I’m really happy to have introduced you to PVT, this is something I’ve heard from a few different people on here and it’s very sweet… I did my thesis on it in college and the time really flew by while working on it, things you don't think could possibly attributed to "nerve issues" being nerve issues is always an eye-opener, isn't it? being able to research things that interest you & access information in general really is a privilege in this day and age.

“The topics [I] portray” are very important to me, so it’s heartening when others take interest in spite of the obvious deterrents. A lot of what I love making art about is unpalatable to most, and while I do understand the reasons for that on principle, it can make things feel a little insular. I genuinely believe there’s a lot of value in depicting tableaus of misery.

The last year has brought a lot of very unforeseen changes, and my life is quite different from when I initially made this blog to post about him! That’s also part of why I’ve been so sparse here…though I’m working to change that quite soon. I love sharing my work, and I’ve had the privilege of meeting some truly wonderful people through this website. That said…with where I’m at now, I’m not sure I’ll be posting the Dirk essay anytime soon, I’m afraid.

I’ve undertaken a few ongoing projects, one of which in particular is an original project I plan on sharing publicly here hopefully within the next month or so. I hope it’s something you & anyone else who’s stuck around with me here will enjoy, but failing that, I’ve really enjoyed working on it thus far.

Thank you for the sweet ask, take care, and good luck with your project!

#ask #I'm not afraid to admit that my fondness for dio is entirely contingent on things I made up about him in my head over the years. #there's a draft here filled with thousands of words about him that I started writing up in response to some ask I got earlier this year #but I never finished it... :( and I also never posted the dozens and dozens of pictures I frenetically drew of him either. maybe someday #on another note: I did my yearly reread of johnny the other month. I'll do something big with him one day but this year is not the year #similarly sasha answers in the queue. I'm glad you enjoyed psychonauts it's one of the greatest games ever visually and re: gameplay. etc #lucy art

[artkaninchenbau]

Joked about how Jojo would make for a great TTRPG Got commissioned to sketch the Part 4 crew playing together ✌️✨

#My art #This is by far. One of the silliest commissions I've had the honor of drawing #Right next to the Vamdemon meets Dio drawing #Now that I think about it why are all my meme commissions Jojo related #Part 4 is best part don't @ me #Also I do stand by what I said. If you just have a good GM who can do some mindgames like #You could have a cool ass TTRPG experience #Imagine getting to do Stand battles. That'd be great man #I don't know what's happening here but Okuyasu probably failed a death save or something #Kishibe Rohan would make for a great GM #A scary GM but a great one

[revon-aurora-borealis]

i was inspired by a past unhinged phase i had on discord

and i somehow made something more unhinged and incomprehensible

#manga #anime #jjba #meme #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #genshin #venti #genshin venti #joseph joestar #joseph jojo #genshin barbatos #🤌 #he #video games #lgbt+ #i wish squids were real #also no dia wasnt related to jojo here... it was related to an ace attorney oc #apparently everyone combined deigo and mia like “miego” or smth #AND I COMBINED IT LIKE “DIA” #AND THUS CALLED MY FANCHILD “DIA” AS A TEMPORARY NAME INSTEAD OF FUCKING MIEGO OR MEIGO WHATEVER IT IS #and then now i have an oc who is dio Brando's kid and that temporary name is taken 💀 #out of context discord #discord profile #discord status #discord #splatoon #splatoon meme

[flowercrowngods]

Steve carries Eddie’s body through the gate, blood soaking his clothes where silent tears fail to wash it away. It feels like Eddie’s blood is going to seep into is body and stay there under his skin like a tattoo. A reminder for all eternity that happy endings were only ever an invention by people who didn’t know anything about life.

“He’s losing so much blood,” Robin keeps wheezing behind him, breathless with the weight of it all, and Steve wants to say something, wants to comfort her that it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t hurt him, he won’t need the blood anymore. But the words get stuck in his throat as more tears fall.

Eddie’s hand is cold in his, and it will forever haunt him. Still, he’s not ready to let go when they reach the remnants of the trailer, when his knees give out and he collapses onto the soiled mattress. But whatever stains they were, they’re history now underneath all that blood.

History is the thing with the bloodstained beds and lost, abandoned homes, is it not? History is the part where everything gets ripped from you and you’re meant to keep standing. Keep fighting.

History, right now, looks a lot like a future unwritten, with Eddie’s hand in his, cold and unfeeling.

Steve still doesn’t say a word.

The world has larger problems than his failed attempts at grief. Ripped apart at its seams, wilting and rotting and overcome with death and decay, Hawkins needs Steve Harrington to once again show a strength he shouldn’t have to possess.

He helps. Donates clothes, offers his home, his kitchen, his bedrooms to everyone in need. Donates his time, his smile, his thoughts to the people who have the fortune and the privilege to think nothing of him.

Funerals are a daily occasion — with or without the bodies — and so Steve doesn’t even think about it when Dustin approaches him about Eddie.

“He shouldn’t be put on public display like that,” Dustin says and Steve marvels, for a second, that he still has his voice. “He deserves more than a freakshow, and they’re so busy, but they said they could… They could come and—and prepare him. The body. Bring him over. Have a proper service for him, those who knew, those who cared about. Could we do it at your place? Please?”

His eyes sting as he nods and pulls Dustin into a hug that leaves his shirt wet. It’s fine. All his clothes have the memory of tear stains on them, and tear stains are better than blood; a kinder version of history.

It’s a week after… a week since… It’s been a week, when they finally have the funeral for Eddie. Steve doesn’t mean to be there, he shouldn’t be, he can’t be, not when he still scrubs at his skin where Eddie’s blood used to be and he wants to get it out of there because he knows it’s inside him, he knows it’s in there; he knows because he’s hurting all over. Everything, everything hurts. And he can’t wash it away, the memory, the stains, the part where past and future became history and present became nothing but pain. He can’t—

He can’t.

Eddie refused to run and it’s all Steve wants to do anymore. It’s not fair. It’s not.

He shuts himself away from the world in his room and tries to scratch it away, the memory of the blood. He wants to scream and to shout and to talk and to apologise, but he can’t, because there are no words.

And then Dustin is talking, and Steve stops tearing at his skin to listen. He can’t hear the words but he can hear the pain, he can hear the way Dustin is stronger than him, always has been, and he opens the door. Slips down the stairs slowly until he sees it. The open coffin with Eddie’s body, his hair glowing in the light of the afternoon sun.

“He was the coolest, kindest, bravest guy I know,” Dustin says, but Steve doesn’t want to hear it, so he stops listening as he reaches the foot of the stairs and keeps walking, closer to Eddie, always closer, always so, so close.

And he misses the touch, misses those dark brown eyes that were so kind, and he wants to see them again. They’re closed. They shouldn’t be closed; the world has to see. Has to see the kindness in those eyes, the beauty, the wonderful things they’d think of.

Silence falls around him but Steve doesn’t care, doesn’t really notice; not when those eyes are closed, not when he reaches out to open them as a way to right all the wrongs in the world now.

But then his eyes fall to Eddie’s bare throat, and everything is wrong once more, no chance to right it, because—

“Where’s his pick? He needs-Eddie needs his plectrum to play. He can’t play without his pick, he can’t— The bats will get him, please, you have to… He needs his pick.”

And Steve falls apart as he finds his words again, words that rip into his very soul, tearing at the fabric of the world itself and turning it upside down. There are hands on his shoulders, trying to pull him away from the coffin, but he clings to it even as his knees start to give out while sobs wreck through his body.

“It’s okay, boy,” someone tells him, and Steve falls back into Hoppers chest, strong arms holding him up instead of pulling him away from Eddie. “It’s okay.”

He’s shaking his head, vision blurry now, and maybe there’s a bit of irony in the way that Steve and Eddie will both have had their last visions of each other be blurred with tears.

“It’s not, it’s not okay,” he insists, trying to shake off the hands holding him up. He wants to fall apart; wants to break; wants to be gone. Don’t hold me together, let me shatter. “You— You all wanted me to talk. You wanted me to!”

He’s gasping for breath again, hiccuping through the tears and the words and the weakness.

“I’m talking. Eddie, I love you. I wanna love you, and now I’m gonna, forever, but I don’t want the sad kind of forever. I want… Please, please he needs his pick, he can’t play without it.”

And then he’s on the floor, sobbing, and the words are gone again. Robin, Dustin and Hopper go down with him, but even they can’t put him together now.

“Steve,” Dustin says, voice hoarse with the weight of his own tears. “It’s here, see? I’ve got his pick, it’s safe. Do you wanna give it to him? Make sure he has it forever?”

He does. But he can’t bring himself to let go. Wayne comes up and places a scratched up piece of plastic on Eddie’s chest.

“He used to leave ‘em all ‘round the trailer. I always keep ‘em with me the days. Found this one under the couch before we… He’ll have it now, see? He can play again, our boy can play again.”

Steve falls apart until he doesn’t remember what piece of himself goes where. But it’s fine. Eddie will play again.

@thefreakandthehair technically you didn’t do this, but you sure didn’t discourage me from writing this (inspired by the My Girl funeral scene)

#steddie #steddie fic #stranger things #major character death #mcd #do you know the funeral scene in My Girl? yeah. also i watched bridge to terabithia so all around emotional damage here #actually sobbing i am SO SORRY i haven’t cried like this while writing something in… ever probably #dio words

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Same voice actor...

#i know i know he's also the voice of dio #but i haven't seen jojo and these are only examples from things i've seen #he... keeps showing up. when he was announced as the voice for nikolai i just. yeah. but then i also knew he'd do the character justice #and then he did. amazing. #he always does such a good job. i just can't get over the range of characters here. like. what #from left to right top to bottom: #nikolai gogol (bsd)/snufkin (moomin)/ranka fujioka (ohshc)/adam (sk8)/tatsuya suou (persona 2)/shuu iwamine (hatoful boyfriend) #anyways i know this is obvious to everyone else but i made this for me mostly. i need to look at it every once in awhile to remind myself #storyrambles

[skyburger]

considering theyre not even blood related (much less twins), dio and jonathan do a fantastic job at being like a evil twin vs. good twin kinda story. theyre like dante & vergil or liquid snake & solid snake to me. i want to put dio and vergil and eli in a room just to see what happens

#jojo and snavid and dante also get put in a room but theyre just sitting there awkwardly #theyre all being nice to each other they just have absolutely nothing in common to talk about #jjba #mgs #dmc #anyway im thinking too hard about this. i think speedwagon and otacon and lady could all be oomfs too #theyre buddies. i dont think they have literally anything in common #but i need to see otacon be scared of lady anyway #lady and speedwagon are hangin out they're maybe showing off how they fight #and hal is sitting there like a pathetic wet dog looking at them #actually final trio of characters who i think should hang out: josuke and nero and raiden #theyre like. the nephew type character. i know josuke is technically the uncle here but shush its about vibes #imagining dmc4 nero and mgs2 raiden and obviously part4 josuke thats like. the exact combination i need to see #they all think theyre cool but are actually losers. and they have no idea whats going on #my point here is i need to see them play mario kart or something #OKAY ENOUGH YAPPING!!! projecting my random fictional character oomfisms into your MIND. #muffin mumbles #wait edit. i wish wesker had an evil twin because i want to shove some re characters in here but like there is no dante to weskers vergil #there is no solid snake to weskers liquid snake. there is no jojo to weskers dio #you know? #that being said. would love to see jake muller hang out with the quote unquote ''nephew gang''. dont have a reason beyond its funny

[bibiana112]

THERES SOMEONE NAMED QUARK IN ZERO ESCAPE TOO??? AHDBAJNDXB???

YES??? KAHDJSHSJ WHO DID YOU THINK OF? QUARK STAR TREK???

#quark zero escape is the goodest boy he is 10 years old and has a grandpa who loves him very much and they're going through the horrors #but (almost) everyone there wants to protect them #cause that's a whole ten year old no one here is heartless enough to try and get the sickly child killed except dio #also why the fuck does your ask look like that hold on I'll add this in a reblog #everyone in ze is a science nerd and quark was exceptionally small as a baby hence the name

[commander-gloryforge]

hi hello sorry for being away a bit

ooooh guys i havent been guilding the wars in so long. ive been very caught up in writing and stuff and also the game has been lagging very bad to the point of being kind of unplayable :( i think i know an easy fix for it but i think i just. havent fixed it just yet. sorrey for the inactivity!!!!

i did buy a character slot when it was on sale though. so. maybe inspiration will strike me soon.

#dios wisdom #ive also. found a community that is very cool and very fun and engaging and ive been feeling just a lot #hm. well happier there lately. #i think nowadays its hard for me to be here because i feel like ive isolated myself too much from the community #and now im like. none of my friends remember me #so im just a bit hesitant to walk in and do the usual dio things you know