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[witchcraftandburialdirt]

Starter for @agonizedembrace ═══ MODERN VERSE ═══

The world spins violently as knuckles crack against his temple and send a shockwave throughout his entire form, immediately triggering his fight or flight as he realizes his own stupidity upon following someone without any identification. His small frame clangs into a nearby dumpster before he regains control of his legs and begins to flee from the predator's snapping maw that screams death is nigh. Only two full steps go through before he feels his jacket go taut, and he wiggles free from it-- his hair is grabbed next. The pain shoots through Robin's skull once more as he's forcibly yanked backwards to make his body connect with the brick wall, and he finally collapses onto his knees in order to catch his breath and stop the spinning in his mind. He is unable to pinpoint directions, unable to fix himself.

A sharp kick to his ribs jolts him into reality once more as his back hits concrete and a leviathan, a monster of a man crawls over him to pin him in place like a moth. His stature does nothing to help overwhelm the physical prowess atop his body as he squirms and struggles, a cry of pain is drowned out by the busy city streets. His misfortune dampened by a single car horn as knuckles meet his eyes, bruising both to the point where he can only see through a visage of red and a vignette of black as he struggles to cling onto consciousness. He feebly pushes against the man's face, his strength dwindling quickly, and he feels the front of his bangs snatched once more as his head is forced to turn to the side, only now recognizing the shallow, muddy puddle under him.

The left side of his face is almost completely submerged as bubbles fly up in his desperate attempts to breathe, nails digging into the face above him but seemingly unable to cause any actual harm. Robin's world fades in and out, not dissimilar to that of a busted projector as his eyes roll upwards towards the sky, bleary tears tracking through the dirt and blood stains upon his skin. This was a coordinated attack--but not one done from weeks of planning and intimate strategy, no..this was out of hate. A fuse lit leading to a subsequent explosion of vitriol, fury, and violence--unclean and raw in its brutality. And so…why did the hand on his throat feel so familiar?

Robin's body lurches in a frantic attempt for air when he hears the sardonic low laughter over him, affirming his suspicions; this was no random act of violence. Alarm bells sound off in his head as the darkess framing his vision grows and starts to blotch out the last remaining light, then he feels his body stop; his mind stop. Sparks of adrenaline begin to light up his veins as he's entirely ensnared in the primal fight for survival. His eye flick back to the man over him and he cranes his neck just enough to bring the same fingers holding him down into his mouth, and bites down.

"YOU FUCKING CUNT-"

The scream rings in his ears as blood floods his mouth along with a sickening crunch and tear, giving him just enough time to gasp and catch his breath. Horror grapples with restraint as his knee repeatedly slammed into the pelvic bone, being shoved back into the concrete hard enough that his vision splotted once more, the face above him painting into a Rorschach test that highlights his deepest, darkest fears. Robin did not recognize the cool metal pistol in his hand that he'd finally been able to pull from his waist, he didn't recognize the way he presses it to the temple of the man, or maybe he did…maybe at this moment he just couldn't find the will to care anymore. He spits the finger from his mouth and glowers upwards like a frightened animal, seeing the beast lunge at him once more he fires the first bullet.

Then the next…and the next…and the next.

Robin watches with silent terror as the man's eyes turn glassy and he shrieks when the lifeless form collapses atop of him with its deadweight, the gun firing more into the skull until only an empty clicking echoes in the alleyway. He squirms and gasps for air again, unable to push the man off once more, a slow suffocation under a rotting corpse has begun. He squeezes his eyes shut and cries, wheezes and sobs--babbling and bawling at his own helplessness. Little, weak, broken, and on the verge of death; his cries barely sounded human within their own carnality, begging someone, anyone, for help as he coughed through the blood trying to drown him.

"…" The cigar rolls between his teeth as he watches the bullets turn what was once a skull into pulverized grapes, the boy was practically making wine by now. The demon croons lowly as he watches with half lidded, ruby eyes that glow in the shadow of his hat. He takes a few steps forward while pulling out his cellphone, typing in a number long lost through time, and places it to his ear as he callously gazes upon the scrambling, injured animal before him. What was his name again? Ah…it didn't matter. The being before him is covered in mud, blood and sweat, the crimson liquid coats his teeth as he shrieks--this was no longer a human. Or at least not as he was before. Abel watches with cold indifference as the humanity seems to slip further and further away, just a writhing animal, that's all this was.

When the receiving end clicks to life he smiles, blowing out a bit of smoke and staying silent so she may hear the agonizing cries, and then he speaks. "21st and Market Street, you were too late again to save your little birdie." His words drip with malicious ridicule as he squats by Robin's head to gaze down at the entertainment below him, "Want me to save him, Evelynn? He doesn't have much time left, I fear…Although…that light in his eyes looks so tantalizing to blow out."

#cut for content #blood tw #violence tw #gun tw #cursing tw #near death tw #eye trauma tw #please let me know if I missed any! #verse: modern #agonizedembrace

[vivalavillain]

{Continued from here.}

Archer's gait slowed and he cant his head to one side as Proton asked his preference. Turning on his heel, one hand remained resolutely behind his back, fingers curling into his palm, while the other hand swept fingertips delicately across his chin. He stared, motionless and silent, at the man bound in place in the center of the room. Takashime struggled against his binding, weeping openly as the Executive met his gaze and said nothing. He made promises of any and every kind he could think of that might save him, appealed to his captors' humanity to have mercy on him, darted his gaze away every time Archer caught him looking up again.

Then, much to Archer's surprise, Proton offered to let him take over. To play with their captive in his stead. A curious brow lifted at the thought as he considered that possibility, imagined feeling the other's bones snapping beneath the force of his hands, imagined satisfying his earlier desire to watch the man's skin part and leak warmth all over his careful fingertips. He stared a moment longer at Takashime as he considered it, frowning ever so slightly as he did.

There was something about it-- what, exactly, he couldn't say-- that set his teeth on edge. Something that made his skin crawl. Perhaps the pathetic look of despair in the man's eyes or the way snot dribbled down his upper lip and was licked away with every desperate pass of Takashime's tongue to wet his drying mouth. Regardless, there was a decidedly unpleasant sensation that tickled the hairs on the back of Archer's neck. Something which made him yearn to snatch one of Proton's precious tools from the tray and snuff out the light in the bound man's eyes.

But, no. That wouldn't do. Angry as he was-- and he was; furious, in fact-- they needed this man alive and back under the correct knowledge that he served Rocket or those he loved suffered the consequences. It was for this reason that he abstained, willing instead to let Proton work and merely watch from another corner of the room. Blue eyes flickered to Proton's and he offered a grateful smile to the younger Executive with a brisk shake of his head.

"Not this time, I think. But thank you, Executive. Perhaps another time. For now..." He strokes his hand across his chin again in thought, momentarily surprised by how smooth and unblemished he finds his fingertips as he expects a flash of red to smear across his skin. "The hammer, I think, to start with. I'm sure we can find a good excuse for a broken pinky, can't we, Mr. Takashime?"

#fangsandknives #torture tw #cut for content #bodily fluids tw #So you're fool enough to get in our way is that it? || Archer

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Vanessa questions the power of remnant

#myart #chloesimagination #comic #michael afton #fnaf vanessa #vanessa afton #vanessa shelly #fnaf #fnaf movie #sister location #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's #Vanessa was just curious!! she wanted to power scale remnant BAHA #Michael only heard the cut off the head part and got spooked #which is so fair #I think Vanessa and Michael have general knowledge of remnant #but don’t know nearly enough as their dads #Michael knows a bit more through being covered in it #but still ah interesting question on how much can remnant can actually do #The alt universe Afton siblings content continues 🩵💜

[meringuejellyfish]

is herobrine behavior/lore not common knowledge anymore .... has the world really forgotten about the 2x2 tunnels .. trees with their leaves all gone ... the sand pyramids in the ocean ... the herobrine shrine that would apparently summon him ... the lost to time brocraft hoax livestream that further popularized herobrine as a concept (of which herobrine was just a painting from a texture pack, later removed to which the streamer would continue to act freaked out until the end) .. the original forum post from sometime in august 2010 that detailed encounters with a pseudo-player in the distance on a singleplayer world which included this screenshot

does anyone even care at all. about a herobrine so small

#minecraft #i cut the forum post contents short because i only enjoy it up to that point #such a fondness for the herobrine myth #it was simple but thats why it worked in the environment of alpha minecraft #minecraft - especially early versions - held with them a kind of inherit loneliness #it was a little barren. only a few mobs with very simple ai #limited amount of items. no hunger #the low render distance fog leading to somewhat of an eerie atmosphere. leaving you to wonder if theres anything else out there #the origins of this myth like. understood how to work with what this game was at the time to create a concept that you know. if you were a #young kid around this era then youd be wondering about herobrine in your own singleplayer world #s #hey remember when they forgot to add ''removed herobrine'' to the change logs #also remember when the community spent hours to find the seed from this screenshot and they actually did they found the herobrine seed

[canisalbus]

hello! i've written a short little machete fic, and i wanted to share it with you as thanks for all the incredible art and generous question-answering you've been doing these last few months. i hope that if you give it a look, you enjoy it. <3 keep up all your amazing work! archiveofourown [.] org / works / 50945128

✦ A Voi ✦

#wake up honey new fic dropped #feeling blessed #eating this out of your hands like a baby deer #it's so good you guys treat my lads so well #and write so beautifully and vividly and eloquently #I rambled about this in length in the fic's comment section so I won't repeat myself too much here #but in this one Machete has a little breakdown and gets lovingly bathed like the sad and stunned dog he is #really captured his neuroticism and endless uneasiness #excellent Vittorio content augh I adore him #I'll definitely come back to this later and draw proper actual fanart because some of the scenes are so thematically and visually strong #I need to be able to see them with my actual eyes #dangit I forgot the cut on his lip #had a minor crisis over the color of Machete's robe but maybe it'd be white like the rest of his sleepwear #as a contrast to the usual blacks and reds #fic A Voi #doomcountry #own art #own characters #Machete #CanisAlbus #blood #I said this before and I say it again #if you read the thing and like it it would be very kind and appreciated if you left a small comment to doomcountry as a thank you #you don't need an ao3 account and you can do it anonymously

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Welcome to the Dungeons of Fear and Hunger.

#Fear and Hunger #D'arce Cataliss #Cahara #Ragnvaldr #Enki Ankarian #Unlike Dungeon Meshi - I cannot in good faith recommend this game to a broad audience. #My background with F&H goes as follows: I am hanging out with a friend. He says “hey try this game I've been playing.” I say “Okay!” #I have never heard of this game. I pick the mercenary. I go through 5 min of character history and background. I am mauled to death by dogs #It took me 4 resets to even get in the dungeon. But I finally get there. I am caught by a guard. He cuts off all but one of my limbs #I am forced to crawl around in a blood and corpse pit until the game tells me 'give up idiot'. #I reset. I am mauled by dogs again. I realize this is not for me but I am intrigued enough to go home and watch some playthroughs #And WOW what an interesting game it is! I really do appreciate games that blend their design philosophy with the theme it wants to set #This is a game about fear and hunger. And persevering. And penis (my god is there a lot of penis) #I recommend this to people who like extremely challenging games and can handle the many *content warnings* within this series #If the idea of Bloodborne/eldenring and undertale having a little RPG maker baby sounds appealing to you - give it a shot #It's made by ONE GUY and it's a great horror game. I am just really bad at it. #My friends just enjoy putting me in situations where I scream and yell. We don't talk about the corn mazes. Or the other horror game nights #Apparently I'm funny when I'm Scared! #As people who follow me on twitter might know; I am deep in the pits of this series right now. I will be back with more art.

[verflares]

or is this what it means to be a human being?

#link #link botw #botw #totk #loz #loz fanart #i am very extremely normal about botw/totk link i promise <3 #anyway this was NIGHTMARISH !! to draw. i was like ohhh i wanna try a semi-comic format (ideas dreamed up by the deranged) #it was kind of fun though. i am definitely not cut out for doing it consistently. but it was fun. #that being said i will not be doing it again anytime soon <3 zelink content will Resume. #my art

[marvelsmostwanted]

This is sad but unfortunately I think this is just going to be the norm for the next few years as streaming services die a slow death.

HBO Max should in theory be able to make money from a show that was at one point the top new series in the US. At the time, David Jenkins said "This is what happens when a major media company invests in inclusive mainstream stories" (agree!) but unfortunately that major media company, like all streaming services, has a terrible business model that can't support that investment.

This is an interesting article about how streaming services are losing money and scrambling to make it back by trying to convince people to buy cheaper, ad-supported options or bundling with other streaming services. Unfortunately for them, I think that's like... all of the options? At some point they're just going to continue to lose money. Making shows is expensive and very few consumers are willing to pay more when they could just cancel and use a cheaper service (or, you know. 🏴‍☠️)

This is also a good article that was written after Shadow and Bone was cancelled by Netflix about whether it could be saved:

"The problem is that while saving shows used to be plausible, at times, the cost of Shadow and Bone combined with the fact that streaming services are really, really starting to cut back on spending means that this would be an extremely tough sell. WB Discovery’s Max is being lambasted for killing finished projects for tax breaks to chip into its massive debt. Disney Plus has done the same thing and has said they will cut back on things like expensive Marvel shows. Amazon Prime is mired in expensive creator deals going nowhere and throwing insane amounts of money at projects they are realizing are not panning out. Paramount Plus losing $500 million a year. NBC’s Peacock is losing $650 million a quarter."

TLDR; Streaming services have reached such a dire point financially that they have to cancel some of their most popular content (Marvel shows on Disney+???? These have seemingly been very successful; it's wild to read that they're "cutting back") in the desperate hope that a new season of something that's cheaper to make will get more attention.

What I gathered from these articles is that steaming services are dying a slow death and sadly, a lot of good shows are going to go with them.

#as a teacher i'm Very Familiar With Budget Cuts and listen #when they start doing stuff that doesn't even make logical sense you know it's bad #this is the point where they're pointing at chairs in the break room being like 'do we really need that' #streaming was a terrible business model in the first place #subscriber services are pyramid schemes no i will not elaborate #mine #our flag means death #ofmd #rip in peace #where else can i watch con o'neill tho #him saying 'ooh daddy' haunts my nightmares i want to watch all of his content

[wtfforged]

doodle from september that i colored, you guessed it, during dnd. my sanji-is-just-a-bit-taller-than-zoro propaganda also. zoro my beautiful prizewinning tomato plucked fresh from garden

non-loser version bc i think he looks cuties on his own.

#“wheres sanjis arm” idk man i just didnt want to draw it. whatever. lets pretend i cut it off because i hate him #someone rbed this and said they thought that noodle freak was grabbing zoros butt and i fell to my knees before the court #HES NOT!! i cried. HES NOT GRABBING HIS BUTT!!! I JUST DIDNT WANT TO DRAW HIS ARM!!! and the judge shakes his head and sentences me to deat #every day i think about zoro getting embarrassed when getting made fun of for his directionlessness in dead end race movie #clutches my head #i hate onepiece yaoi leave me alone. but its the biggest producer of zoro content so alas #grumble grumble. do i tag it. i hate it here. i feel like the fujoker i hate onepiece yaoi #wtf... art #roronoa zoro #zoro one piece #z(gags) #zosan #sanji one piece #blackleg sanji #one piece fanart

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

“how does it feel?”

═══ UNPROMPTED INTERACTIONS ═══ LEAGUE VERSE

"...To die? What an odd question, particularly from someone like you, if you don't mind me saying, Miss Irelia. You have killed countless humans, did you not take a moment to look upon their eyes as they went?" His stare was cold, lifeless as his gaze reflected the moon and her sharpened gaze - but his finger was quick to lift, "I know what you say, that Noxians aren't people, surely there's no way humans could do such a thing to eachother… But they did, they do, where they come from or their ancestry doesn't matter… Their blood is red, like yours, like mine, and almost everything in this world is meant to die. But I imagine you're asking my own experience."

His expression lifts into a small smile, keeping his gaze upon her as he cupped his chin, staring through her very being - at her hatred, at her hurt. "I suppose it depends on the person and how they go, but for me… My eyes were beaten until the green of Zaun turned into blood, the air was stripped from my lungs as I choked on the muddied puddle under me - all while someone much stronger than I held me down. I…I remember someone screaming, someone - a woman - begging for me to not go yet. I don't remember much about her, but she had yellow eyes and soft hands. I think we may have been friends at some point." The Ionian air tasted sweet as he sucked in to fill his lungs, a breath he did not need to take but one that was comforting regardless.

"I felt my body slip away and just like that, there was no more struggle, no more pain, nothing. I did not exist anymore, whatever I was had faded and I was never supposed to return. Yet here I stand." The mage's expression was hollow and blank of every emotion he had shown up to that point, "I suppose many die in fear, unable to rest even as they rot within the earth or are grinded up into meat for the Noxian empire. I've no doubt their grieving has bled into the soil too, how much blood do you think has absorbed into these very trees around us? How many Noxians do you think are part of this place now? Haha - and don't say Ionia wouldn't take them, nature is but a beast, a motherly beast - but it still has teeth and claws and will eat anything given to it. The corpses you've piled, that they've piled...well, its a bountiful feast."

Less so a laugh and moreso a harsh snort left him, "We all die the same, though, we're all human at the end of it. To say someone isn’t is to say we can do what we want to them… I am sure that the Grand General said the same thing to his troops when they were sent here. Maybe to make them feel better, but it doesn't change what they've done, what you've done, what many of us have done. Did you want to forget that they are people? I have to wonder if maybe you're just lying though, to know your family was torn apart by humans just like you and I - it's much more palatable to imagine they were animals lacking of any good qualities, that they could never cry in the same way as you do. Is it a lie you tell to everyone around you or perhaps a lie you tell to yourself? I cannot blame you, we are terrifying creatures after all, the only things on this planet that can justify stripping the life of another and then act as if our hands aren't wet with their blood."

It was odd, the way he spoke. There was no malice, no stinging venom like that of a snake - his words were flat and calm like a lake…a gentle acceptance of what change and death truly was. Nature's delight, he almost felt silly for trying to fight against it so often while alive, to try and bring his siblings back...What a foolish endeavor.

"…Why though? Are you frightened of death? Of the abyss? As I said, almost everything is meant to die - and being alive isn't so special either. Millions before you and after you will be born and die too, it isn't as though you'll feel anything after." A pause, "Death isn't something you feel, its just…the end; there is no more pain and suffering. No more pleasure but also no more desire for pleasure. You won't have to suffer anymore and won't be deprived of any deliciousness that you otherwise could've experienced. Existence is a burden, a burden that we are biologically programmed to embrace - there is really nothing to it at all. At the end, everyone's end, you'll find that what you've done will eventually wither to nothing too; when the great grandchildren of the people you've helped speak your name for the last time. "Noxian or Ionian, man or woman or child - you'll return to nothingness just as you were before, and even if Noxus tears Ionia to pieces - or Ionia tears Noxus to pieces… that will become nothing too." He smiled,

"You've been nothing far more than you've been something, and we are never meant to come back."

#ic #rp #bladesdanced #nihilism tw #dark themes tw #death mention tw #murder mention tw #verse: league #i really wouldn't suggest reading this if you're in a bad spot #ℝ𝕆𝔹𝕀ℕ 𝔸. 𝔹𝔸𝕌𝔻𝔼𝕃𝔸𝕀ℝ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ-ᴇʏᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɢᴇ 】 #cut for content

[beescake]

oh to trust another troll w a sharp object against yr head

#homestuck #solkat #sollux captor #karkat vantas #2023 #vioart #cut my hair recently.. #told the barber to hv fun w it and he gave me the thin mullet of a jrock idol #anw i think its. hm. #combing thru old content i do notice for every year since hs ended theres at least 5 ppl going like. “man... solkat huh” #and despite it being 5. its crazy how the weight of that sentiment can echo across hundreds of ppl going yeah in their minds #how.... to explain to non-slkts just how inconsolable we are #dvkt can fill the heart and ersl can tickle the funny but . yk. solkat is silly chaotic dramatic and sincere everything-in-one #ultimately i do think dvkt endgame was the right move but. well. slkt is imprinted in my dna as the otp ever.... #do u know how CRAZY it makes me that slkt both ended up w time players!!! i have a future post planned on this HRAGH. #maybe feb/march 2024 hm. its a rather 👁️ one that i still need time to marinate on

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

but also like. guys you don’t need to leave the minecraft youtube community bc one person is bad to clarify. like. shelby is a minecraft youtuber. a lot of her friends are minecraft youtubers. those friends are supportive and as far as we know all believe her. the vast majority of minecraft youtubers are like. fine. this shit is something that Happens because Abusers are Manipulative, going to another hobby will Not shield you from anything and you’re not immoral for liking something bad people also liked. which is. one of the biggest video games ever. like in this situation no one was knowingly harbouring an abuser and it seems everyone was supportive. this is just a case of some people being shit, not anything to do with mcyt. hell, the guy hasn’t been on minecraft in like a year lmao.

i fully understand why the content might be uncomfortable to you guys now but like, please don’t self flagellate and cut yourself off from an entire genre of media because of one guy again. i saw that happen after the dream stuff and a lot of people ended up losing important things because they made rash decisions and felt like they Had to leave. but please. take one deep fucking breath. this has happened before. this has happened so much before, and in ways far worse than this. because abusers, unfortunately, exist. you should not feel guilty for being manipulated by a manipulative abuser, don’t blame yourself. do what you have to, but please, please keep in mind that the majority of minecraft youtube is fine. it is fine to continue engaging with it. it’s fine to be manipulated by an abuser and it’s not your fault. please don’t make rash decisions and end up losing things you care deeply about and being unable to get them back. distance yourself all you want, but please be careful to not do so out of emotional self harm from the guilt. that’s something this fandom encourages far too much- even outside of this- and it’s unhealthy and anyone expecting it of you is cruel.

#mcyt #abuse tw #i guess this is discourse idk but like #this happened two years ago and the amount of people who realised cutting themselves off from All mcyt was self harm and came back #only to have lost a lot of content they created and valued because they wanted to punish themselves for trusting a predator #and like. you’re victim blaming yourself. obviously you are not anywhere near as much a victim as The victim #but being manipulated into supporting abusers is still something that is an action they take to harm others #Being used as a tool to silence others unknowingly is a cruel thing and can be traumatic to go through #its honestly really concerning as someone working on their own emotional self harm to see it. like this isn’t about anyone in specific but #guys. emotionally self harming isn’t helping. you don’t need punishment. breathe and think through things.

[ky-landfill]

hello hello! if you are taking requests atm could we see some reverse robins tim and damian? or tim and duke? thank you vv much

#the sting of rejection #Damian wayne #Tim drake #reverse robin au #fic rec #Only the Best Bits of Bacon for Tim #sElkieNight60 #warning for gen A/b/o content #Wip #prompt response #<3 #Alfred bowl cut special once again

[galedekarios]

💜

#bg3edit #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #tara the tressym #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #gamingedit #dailygaming #ch: gale dekarios #ch: tara the tressym #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #gif: mybg3 #there's no way tara wouldn't come flying if she heard that #i'm still salty larian cut her content from companion gale #honking my own clown nose 🤡

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 27

part 1 | part 26 | ao3

cw: recreational drug use. short, fluffy update today to round out ch. 6; be back after the weekend to start ch. 7

In hindsight, accidentally hot boxing Eddie’s van while they were all already drunk was… maybe not the best idea.

Steve has no idea how they got here; blinked and time did the thing again, but now it’s three in the morning and Gareth’s conked out with a black eye in the front passenger seat and the rest of them are sprawled on top of each other like puppies in the back of the van — Eddie with his head in Robin’s lap so she can braid his hair, Steve using Eddie’s chest as a pillow, Max curled up like a sleeping cat in the crook of Steve’s bent knees.

With his eyes closed, Steve feels like he’s fallen into some dark, glittering void, purple-blue-black swirls of light dancing behind his eyelids to the syrupy beat of a metal ballad Eddie’s playing at the lowest volume. Eddie hums along in a low, soft rasp, and Steve’s head moves with the swell of each breath; gentle rocking rise and fall, luring Steve away from shore. Somewhere curious and strange. Deep ocean, dark waters. His thoughts float by like jellyfish.

Eddie’s warm through his t-shirt.

“Still alive down there, Sneeze?” Eddie asks. He’s carding his fingers idly through Steve’s hair, rings catching on the strands, tugging a little on his scalp.

“Feels good,” Steve hums. Wait a minute. “Did’you jus’ call me Sneeze?”

“No?” Eddie snorts. “Just called you Steve, sweetheart.”

“I’m absolutely gonna start calling you Sneeze, though,” Robin chimes in, pitching her voice all low and stupid. “‘Yes, hello, I’m Robin and this is my very best friend, Sneeze Handkerchief.’”

Eddie lets out a cackle and immediately joins in on her game of royally fucking up Steve’s name.

Steve closes his eyes again, lets himself drift out into the weird purple-blue-black-glitter magic slime swirl situation. Sloshy and dark and warm and nice. It’s just nice: Eddie’s breathing, full and slow; Robin’s laugh like cracked church bells. He likes hearing them get along even when he can’t make out the words.

He likes it less when he can make out the words. He wades back to himself for a moment, cracks one eye open and finds them red-faced and crying laughing over “Edgy Mustard and his neighbor, Sven Hamburger” and mumbles, “You’re both such fuckin’ dorks.”

“You’re a fuckin’ dork, you fuckin’ dork,” Max mutters in response, turning over with a soft snore.

“Oh, my god,” Eddie whispers, “did that kid just shit talk you in her sleep?”

“She’s incredible,” Robin coos. “Sven, we may have to reassess your status as my best friend; I’m obsessed with her.”

Steve rolls over and faceplants into Eddie’s stomach with a pouty harrumph. “Leamme alone, you bullies, ’m sleepin’.”

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part 28

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#trailer park steve au #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #max mayfield #gareth stranger things #this was supposed to be a little cut content bonus scene but i like it too much it’s staying lol #we’ll get angsty and struggly again in ch 7 don’t worry just let sven hamburger have this #my writing #my fic

[intni]

this is what the smosh members only videos are like 🫢🫥

#ianthony #ian hecox #anthony padilla #smosh #anthonys tattoos are rly fun to draw!! #thought abt drawing this w like emo hair anthony and bowl cut ian but ngl i have Not been able to get ians hair looking right #anyways. the members only content is getting wild