#cuz that's how things go sometimes

[chinchillamajor]

Reflections From A Barroom Mirror (Star Simon/Bad End AUs - drabble ficlet)

Star Simon finds himself back in a world he's already been to, once.

Oodles of my highest kudos to @mushroomnoodles for creating this little world (and so many others!) for Star Simon to be able to visit. I write a heck of a lot faster than I draw, so please excuse the lack of doodles for this one.

Trigger warnings: referenced mass death/catastrophe (Bad End pregnant Simon AU); implied but not shown Simon mpreg; alcohol use/alcoholism; death from alcohol poisoning mentioned.

Join me on the other side of the readmore, if you want. I can't say it won't hurt, but... I think it's still worth it. :3

"Haven't we been to this world before?" he asked Dandelion, who glowed faintly, saying nothing in reply. "Something about it feels familiar."

---

Star was confused at first, when he hopped through that night's dream portal.

He looked around the bar he'd appeared inside. Then stopped, recognizing the man slumped at the row of seats facing the bartender, along the far wall. Noticing, with a wince, the four-eyed baby wriggling quietly in the stroller parked beside his seat.

Star walked up to this alternate Simon, and took a seat on the stool next to him. "Water. No ice," he told the bartender, who looked back and forth between the two nigh-identical men, then shrugged, and got out a new glass.

This world's Simon didn't seem to have registered anyone was there next to him, until Star spoke.

"Hello, again," Star said. "This is strange... I don’t think I've ever been sent to a world *twice.* Much less where a version of our kiddo's already been born."

Simon raised his head away from his two bent fists he'd been resting it upon, blinking at Star blearily.

"I guess Dandelion figured you might need some extra help," Star added with a shrug. He squinted a little behind his glasses, trying to remember. "You... had a seal put on you, didn’t you? And Princess Bubblegum was building a dome for you, for when you were gonna have your kiddo?"

"Yeah... Sounds like me," Simon began, his words sliding together from too much alcohol. "For everyone's SAFETY."

He gave a dragging, ugly guffaw, but there was no humor in his voice. "Oh, glob, all we were trying to do was keep the Candy Kingdom *safe...*"

Star chose his words carefully. "If it would hurt to bring it up, you don’t have to answer, but... can I ask what happened?"

"Hurt? If it'd-- *HURT?*" Simon blurted at him in disbelief, and gave another cackle. He called out to the bartender. "This guy's new. Asking if what happened might *hurt."*

He grabbed for the shot glass before him, tossing back what little was left in the glass before clinking it back down onto the bar rail, hard. "Why do you think I'm HERE?"

"Something *bad,* then," Star said with a nod. "I won't push."

"No. No, I *wanna* talk about it. Everyone else is sick of me going on about what happened. But *I* have to live with it in my head, all the time," slurred Simon.

He took a deep breath, then tapped the empty shot glass against the table again, twice. The bartender obeyed the unspoken signal, bringing down a cloudy whisky bottle to refill his glass.

"When I woke up... there was my kiddo, there in my arms. Tiny, and wiggly, and *warm*... warmer than I ever figured anyone could be. They gave a little cry, and then..."

Tears began to pinprick behind Simon's glasses, as he began trembling at the memory. "Then, I realized, how QUIET it was. Besides that cry, there wasn’t any sound. Anywhere. In the middle of an entire metropolis. Just the wind.

"I called out for Marcy, and... Marcy was *there,* but..." He shook his head aimlessly, then tossed back the rest of the whiskey. "She gave up *everything,* just to try to help ME. They *all* did. And now... now they're all DEAD, and it's all my fault..."

Star said nothing, as tears began wobbling down his fellow Simon's face.

"There aren't any words for a hurt like that," Star finally said. "And I won't pretend there are."

"Then you're ahead of most of 'em out there," Simon said bitterly, flailing an arm towards the rest of the room. "Don't think I can't hear them talk. There goes Old Man Simon, off to the bar, again. Even takes his kid with him, sometimes. How pathetic can you get."

"Hey." was all Star said, holding out both hands. "You need one of..."

He didn’t get to finish the sentence. Simon was already tackling him, hugging Star like a lifeline.

"I'm sorry. Oh my glob, you're being so nice to me, and here I'm just getting my messed-upness all over *you,* too, I'm so sorry..." Simon blubbered through his tears.

"You're hurting," Star replied, patting Simon's back. He could smell the twinge of unknown days with no showers, through a sharp liquor stench. "I can't say I've been where you're at, exactly. But there's a very similar city I can see, on the map *I've* pieced together."

He waited until Simon pulled away before asking, "You mind if I tell you a story?"

Simon snuffled, then said, "Go for it."

"Thank you," said Star, bowing to his doppelganger, and began.

"His name was 'Al,' he told me. It'd been a few days since he’d been kicked out by his parents, for falling in love with a boy instead of a girl."

Star shook his head at the memory. "I would've done *anything* to help him. So I did. I used my magic on him. Scribbled out a sigil, burned it... and gave him a bit of my luck." 

He paused a moment before he continued. "Al was so happy, when he called me, later that night. Said he'd won five hundred dollars, from the lottery ticket he bought."

Simon blinked, not understanding. "So you helped him?"

"I thought I did," Star replied calmly. He glanced away as he added, "The next call I got was from the police. They'd found the business card I gave Al, in his pockets. He drank himself to death, that same night."

"Ah," Simon said, and cleared his throat, sitting suddenly ramrod-upright on his bar stool. "That’s... yeah, that's a lot."

"It was," Star replied, nodding. "It's not the same as what you've been through. But it was enough to stop me from using my magic on anyone but myself, ever again."

He clasped a hand over Simon's. "That’s the thing, though. You can be doing everything right, have the absolute best of intentions in mind... and still get the worst possible result."

Simon's lip wibbled, as he looked Star in the eyes. It was like seeing into the other man's unprotected soul.

"That doesn't mean you're a bad person," he could hear Star saying. "Sometimes, that's just how life *happens.* And you keep going, anyhow."

Simon's gaze flicked away, not sure why he felt so intimidated by this man who looked so much like him.

"You're ME. Aren't you," he stated.

"I'm a *version* of you. One who considers himself to be very, very lucky." Star sipped at his water thoughtfully, continuing, "I've had an awful lot of awful things happen in my life, but... there's always something amazing that happens, too. People I meet. Things I learn…" 

He set the water glass down, now that it was empty. "It's worth it, I can say. Eventually. Even if it always seems to take longer than it should."

Simon's mouth pursed to a thin line, as he stared into his whiskey glass.

"I won't say it all balances out, but... life sure never gets *boring,* either," Star added. "I have my stories I can tell. Sometimes they help other people know they're not alone. And I'm happy with that." 

Star reached for Simon's hand again. "In the grand scheme of things, I may not be able to do much to help anyone out. But. That’s what I can do, so... I try doing it, when I can."

Simon's hands met Star's– both of them, this time, though Simon's were still shaking. 

"I offer my little spark to folks's candles. And hope they see the sparkle inside themselves. Enough to keep going."

Simon let Star's words land. 

He stared off into space for a few moments, then mumbled, his voice low and wavering, "What am I supposed to do?"

"I don’t have the answer to that. Only *you* do," Star said, looking down at both their empty glasses. "But it looks like you've been hiding from yourself. Maybe for a while now. And you're not going to find any answers at the bottom of that glass, no matter how many times you look." 

Star raised an eyebrow, leaning in to add quietly, "I'd know. I had to quit drinking, myself, after my grandmother died, and I got lost for a while. Was way too good at it."

"You got *lost,*" said Simon with a weak chuckle.

"Sure. Everyone does, sometimes. I took the scenic route, for a few years." Star gave Simon's hands a squeeze. "It's never too late to get yourself back on your own path, again."

Simon covered his face with his hands, drawing in a deep, shaky breath.

"Not saying it won't be *hard,*" Star pointed out. "Sometimes, getting back from being lost is the hardest thing you'll ever do. But I *do* think it's worth it. From where I'm sitting now, anyhow."

He leaned back upon his seat. "But, I think I've talked long enough."

As Star hopped down from the bar stool, he pointed right at Simon's heart, tapping his stretched-out black sweatervest. "If you don't remember anything else, just know this much… Someone else out there loves you, a whole awful lot. And he hopes you'll get home safe. Whenever that ends up being. I'm not ever gonna grade you. Okay?"

"Okay," Simon repeated, new tears starting down his reddened cheeks. He rubbed his arm over his face, smearing snot all along his shirt sleeve. "Th..thank you."

"Thank you, for listening," Star replied, giving his shoulder one last pat. "I should let you get back to what you were doing. Take care of yourself, and the little one when you can, okay?"

Simon watched Star walk out from the bar. There was a flash from down the hallway, and then… the sounds around him came back to his attention.

The bartender, choosing not to comment on whatever had just happened, only pointed to Simon's shot glass, and offered, "Another one?"

"Uh," Simon replied. "You know, I… I think I'm good for the day. I'll have some water, please.

"Er. No ice," he added quickly.

The bartender obeyed with a nod.

#star simon au #simon petrikov mpreg #cw implied mpreg #cw death #cw alcohol #cw bad end #cuz that's how things go sometimes

[pa-pa-plasma]

hey i feel like we're really sleeping on that time Danny possessed Vlad & framed him for assaulting a minor

Editing with the clip because people don't believe me. Episode is 41: Eye for an Eye.

#Danny Phantom #i think this ties into my other post i made a long time ago about Danny siccing the GIW on Vlad #like we KNOW in CANON that if Danny was even a tiny bit more like Vlad he would literally become a supervillain #villain is such a stupid word i hate how it's spelled. why is it like that #anyways i need to like. rewatch DP cuz i remember shit & then i'm like #did that actually happen. because that sounds too insane #but like. he Did That. didnt he #i think that's what i love about this character. but a lot of people ignore it #Danny is like. gritting his teeth going ''do good do good'' it isnt effortless it isnt easy he doesnt even want to do it half the time #& sometimes yeah he WILL do crimes or get back at people who've been assholes to him or whatever #he WILL use his powers for bad sometimes #he'll be like ''dont do that it's bad'' but like. he WILL do it himself #the whole ''i'm a hero'' thing he's got going on is like. more of a. how do i put this #it's like when you're drawing or writing & saying ''it doesnt have to be perfect it just has to BE'' #like Danny isn't a hero sometimes. he's got morals & has a general understanding of good & bad #but also he's 14 & being attacked every day #i would start saying bad words & threatening people that annoy me too man #okay i glanced over the scene again for the first time in years & Danny was literally in the middle of outing Vlad to the whole town??? #hello?? are we really ignoring this????? #VLAD TORNADO VLAD TORNADO VLAD TORNADO #this show is so stupid i love it #love how Sam & Tucker immediately backed him up yeah fuck Vlad all my homies hate Vlad #okay you know what. maybe i will do a DP liveblog. i think it would be fun #on daddyplasmius. only posting this on pa-pa-plasma cuz it's kind of just a. weird rant post? kind of? idk

[cryptvokeeper]

don’t get me wrong I think the general interpretation of Leo being like “I put up a cocky front but deep down I don’t actually think I’m that great and that’s why I have something to prove” is good. It’s cool, plenty of drama/angst potential and probably what the creators were going for, I’m here for it.

But there is a distinct appeal to me of the slightly-to-the-left interpretation of Leo being like “it’s not a front, I know I’m that good/smart/skilled, but I also know I’m seen by others as just the goofball face man and that’s why I have something to prove.”

#Rottmnt #Wild metaphor incoming but it’s like the difference between a hersheys bar and fancy Ghirardelli or something #At the end of the day they’re both chocolate. But ones got a bit more depth. #where was I going with this again idk I got caught up in food metaphor #It’s like. With the first one it boils down to character A (in this case Leo) going “I’m useless because I’m not good at [thing]” #Resulting in those around him either going “of course you’re good at thing! Remember the time you were good at thing?” #Or sometimes “it doesn’t matter that you’re not good at [thing] we love you regardless of what you can provide” #And again THATS GOOD THATS SOME GOOD SHIT #I LOVE THAT #but with the latter it’s more like “I know I’m good at thing *but I don’t know how to prove it to you*” #And that gives you the best of both worlds where you CAN get character A feeling bad but not for their lack of thing #But because if no can see it surely they *must* be doing something wrong right? #And ALSO you get the characters around them getting all sorts of feelings of “we didn’t do enough to show we believe in them” #Or “we didn’t notice how hard they tried” #Cuz you can get that a little in the first one but it can come off as kinda meh cuz they didn’t actually do anything wrong #It also has more opportunities for emotions besides straight sadness #You can have anger and conflict of “why am I not good enough for you?!” #That straight sef deprecation doesn’t always allow for #You can also have jealously and envy that feels less toxic and more justified #Not that it strictly needs to be justified mind you #Sometimes some toxic feelings stemming from perceived inadequacy are fuckin *chefs kiss* #But again it’s abt the VARIETY yknow #This isn’t even about Rottmnt anymore I’m just rambling #It’s my post and I get to choose the bullshit tags

[inkz123]

Impressing King Nootnoot

Based offa this post haha

#my sona art #nightmare sans #nightmares prolly like #BUT HOW!?? #incredible #i sometimes will draw my sona not wearing their round glases #cuz i usually only wear them when i go out or when i use screens for a super long time #also one less thing to draw haha

[essektheylyss]

I am obsessed with how narratively convenient Lark's divinatory abilities are. She's the only one of the protagonists who is both pragmatic and has a working sense of self-preservation, so having some internal impulse that is actually the guiding hand of the cosmos pushing her into doing the REALLY stupid shit is both necessary and really useful.

Like, I am the type of writer who kind of scoffs at the idea that characters are beyond the writer's control and will completely screw over your outline, because on one hand, a sensible outline will follow the characters' personalities and tendencies anyway. Obviously in an ensemble cast you will need to do some wrangling, but in theory your characters are responding to varying degrees of stimuli in order to maneuver them into the places you need them to be for things to all come together in the end.

But more importantly, "curse from god" is the funniest and easiest way to push any character to do things beyond the realm of reason when necessary, and frankly, what the fuck is the point of playing god if you don't embrace that?

#midst podcast #midst spoilers #cr meta #anyway at all times I am advocating for taking full responsibility for your characters and overall story #this is also why I laugh at those posts like 'um if you're not going to treat your characters right then you shouldn't get custody of them' #sorry babe there is no CPS in my head. I am the cruel custodian and these are my poor darwinian orphans. #that's a joke but really like. look. yeah sometimes you gotta fabricate scenarios to make characters do what you want #but like... you do that by going 'who is this character and what would it take to push them to x'??? #and especially in an ensemble cast sometimes that thing is 'curse from god' or 'divine insight' #fun fact: I LOATHE that post about 'my writing teacher made a joke that the characters are driving and the writer is locked in the trunk' #absolutely fucking hate it. #because THE WHOLE POINT OF FORMALLY LEARNING WRITING IS LEARNING HOW TO BE INTENTIONAL. #it is perfectly possible to write successfully without ever having a formal teacher but IF YOU HAVE A FORMAL TEACHER. UH. #like yeah yeah 'workshopping' but like. okay go build your own workshop group don't pay somebody jfc #(cuz it's not like most creative writing teachers know how to teach you to workshop. let's be fucking real.) #if you wanna learn how to workshop take a script class for the love of god. #ANYWAY rant over but I'm correct. the highest purpose of a writer is to be a control freak and to play god.

[hollypies]

I lied. Death time

#art #help how do i anatomy #have a nice death #have a nice death art #yeahh i dunno. just felt like drawing himb. #been playing the game a bit. i got addicted so ive had to put it down for now. or at least limit my hours. #the have a nice death discord is super cool tho. specially if you need help with sometjing #useful because its got a lot smaller fanbase than others so i go to them if i need help with something #uhm. ive just been in a bit of a . decline lately? dunno what it is lol. been burnt out #ill be fine dw ! it happens sometimes. judt need to figure out whats bothering me cuz even im not sure #probably just me feeling obligated to draw only like. three things for my art blog instead of. yknow. doing what i want #which is completely my fault but i know people dont like my other art ad much as hk or sky. it. bums me out #which again!! is on me! im so glad people like that art i! i just need to get out of the mindset. its hard though #i guess posting this is breaking the cycle a bit huh #hehe

[keeps-ache]

there's music playing in my head

#art #my art #artists on tumblr #digital art #oc #pink space #IT. [gesturing] #do you remember that one drawing i did of Hid (before i named him) that got on radar #cuz i see it in my notifs sometimes and i still quite like it but also oh nao hfvbshf #here's a different kind!! #his palette's changed a bit so i decided to just change the colour of his sash thing too lol :> #also i like how i did the feet more hfbvshf #this was also supposed to be a redraw of a totally different drawing but. Lmao #[points at him] the Guy !!! #going to sashay my way to.. the places hfbvsh #ccciao >:3

[sadsongsandwaltzes]

What this world needs is a famous healthy, holistic, natural minded blogger who is Normal.

Ya know. Doesn’t have endless money and isn’t trying to give “natural living” advice while disconnected from nature because Ew no germs.

#they always promote doing the most expensive shit #and they’re like ‘think of it as an investment in your health!’ #and it’s like homie I’m investing in my health by keeping heat in my home so I don’t freeze to death #i cannot afford both! #also I’ve noticed a strange phenomenon #with suburban/large town/city folk #trying to be ‘naturally minded’ #are only able to go so far with it #and then go off the rails cuz… they really DONT actually have any clue #how nature works or how our bodies work #or how they work relative to each other #so I just hear them promote some of the most bizarre things sometimes because of it

[fyncherly]

A text I sent my friend as I spiraled (haha jk) over vampolitics regarding vague plotlines about a multi-chapter suckening fic that diverges after episode 4 and explores an au in which Edward's plotline doesn't play out quite like it did and there's other plays for power alongside his own and what if some key events still happened but, like, a little to the left and within the context of this slightly altered version (an au if you will) and what if the twins and Gref went with Arthur to London and found more and what about that guy Uncle Lazarus huh something up with him and what if the twins leaned more into their royal status and did something with it (or tried to in a more concerted effort) and Mary Davis will be there (mirror Mary sorry this is after ep 4) and obviously Vex & Viv and what if there's a touch more domesticity cuz I'm a fool for that and what if Gref realizes he's been manipulated and they have to confront this and it's messy and awful and necessary and there's layers guys layers and what if I just speculate and make up lore for the stuff that will probably be answered in season 2 anyway hm and what if and what if—

#listen #do i have a plethora of wips #yah #and do i have a freaking clue about anything at any given moment #nah #but the urge to make this fic starting just after episode 4 but slightly to the left and #kinda like if you watched the Suckening through your friend's prescription glasses while wearing your own contacts #is encapsulating like i just want to go a lil off the rails here and write a “well if this happened this is how it'd go down” sort of thing #of fanfic ya know and i wonder if anyone else would care about this #sometimes i wonder if im fandoming wrong lol why do i do this #i'm already on my relisten to prepare for this and guys i have some suspicions regarding Uncle Lazarus #he distracted me with his silly voice and pheasant talk #but something's off here #and i'm going to explore that in my fic because it's called fanfiction for a reason #god i wonder what would happen if i put this much effort and enthusiasm into creating original things #anyheehoo gonna start writing it today probably maybe #also not a set in stone thing but... what if i made illustrations for each chapter #just a thought... a musing of mine... a whimsical pondering #fuck being into both writing and drawing my life would be so much easier if i was only interested one #oh also ships??? genuinely dunno if that'll be a thing but if there's interesttttttt i'd love to hear what people may want to see?? #if i do end up writing this and all CUZ WE CAN DO WHAT WE WAAAANT #kudos to you and a pat on the head if you read all the way down here i love you #jrwi suckening #jrwi: the suckening #jrwi the suckening fanfic

[itstimeforstarwars]

My diary when I was a teenager: I am so angry and this is where I put my rage about how the world is ending and how mad I am about it and how much I hate politicians and the school board

My diary now: here is a recounting of what I did today as well as how I feel about some of the news from today, so that in twenty years when everyone is lying about how the 2020s went I have proof that I'm not insane.

#chit chat #it really hasn't changed much except that I am now writing about the context of the wider world #because so much of my teenage diary was 'i am so mad about what's going on in the world!!! how can they do this!!!' #and older me is like 'hm. what WAS? going on in the world?' and then i have to go look up the news for that day #which feels harder to do now than it did back then #so now im adding context so that when im forty i can be like 'yeah! how could they let this happen!' in solidarity with my younger self #also my grandmother worked at a museum for twenty years so now im actively trying to be helpful to whoever ends up with these things #cuz i won't have kids to pass them onto but some random archivist might think they’re interesting #I've been heavily inspired by dykes to watch out for and how like half the strips are just responding to the news #lol #sometimes i wish i could be less fucking weird but unfortunately i have been Like This since at least the seventh grade #i took one elective journalism class and it was all over for me

[dysaniadisorder]

i hate how normalized military is in the us im gonna rip my hair out

#i just. was talking w friends today #one of them was talking abt how he was almost convinced by the recruitment lady to join the navy and i was like. dude #and i was talking about how messed up it is that they send in people like that and catch kids like him #and my friends were like. you cant really blame her for doing her job. its her JOB like yes. it is her job. its fucking Bad #my best friend got all angry cuz his dad was in the navy. babe idc if he didnt actually fight he shouldnt have done it ♡ #''people get drafted'' you have to dodge the draft. #''thats illegal'' yes. this is a requirement for if you are drafted. you Have to just not. #no one said action would be comfortable nor convenient. in fact it is going to be almost none of either #you are gonna have to face that the military murders human beings and your dad is not any better #and people who its ''just their job'' to do it chose that job. and they know #''you cant get mad at the worker woman; you have to get mad at the institution'' no im mad at the individual woman too #just because its your job to manipulate kids and kill Arab people doesnt mean its okay #''not everyone in the military is actively fighting'' no! they arent. but they are helping those that are. #they are not complicit but actively helping. you have to do anything and everything you can to just Not Fucking do that #ANYONE in the military has failed being a decent human 101. being in any part of the military means you are okay with centuries of genocide #and encourage even more. its not 'just your job' you are OK and more for relentless murder and i wish you harm #anyways. sometimes repeating & internalizing the things ur parents say means watch our for road traps and the beatles are good. #sometimes it is US propaganda and just because it is in your own house and coming from a loved one doesnt mean you cant not fall for it #edit not to mention him saying this the day after aaron bushnell died. dude #unethical jobs exist. it is everyones job to bring them down #''its just her job'' was Bushnells sacrifice not fucking enough for you??? and the millions of dead Palestinians????? christ

[twpsyn-who]

GUYS Eddie Munson is 010 AU BUT he doesn't have the same powers as El. Instead he can dreamwalk.

He does it unconsciously (cuz yk amnesia and stuff) and sometimes he gets into Steve's dreams. Eddie thinks is his own dreams, so he lets himself play the hero. Sometimes he protects Steve while they run from some weird monsters (Eddie will learn much later that they were demogorgons). Other times he takes Steve away from a bad dream and brings him into a good one and they spend time together. Or he helps Steve while they help the others fight what looks like possessed people (which apparently was true- but Eddie learns later about the truth behind the mall fire).

He always jokes about being Steve's knight in shinning armor, with him being the king. Sometimes Steve would call him 'Eddie The Brave' while thanking him for the help/being there.

Then there's this one dream, where Eddie nearly dies saving Steve from Russians for some reasons. That's when Eddie kisses Steve for the first time, while bleeding from bullet holes in a burning mall. "Payment for my services, my King". After that nearly all the dreams end with them kissing- at first is only Eddie that initiates them, but at some point Steve also starts them. And Eddie knows he starts to fall in love for a fucked up version of Steve Harrington made by his own mind and gosh isn't that pathetic. He wants to blame it on Henderson and his worshiping, but the truth was that Eddie has been dreaming Steve before meeting the frenchman kids. Way before that.

Then Chrissy happens and Eddie learns about the Upside Down, but doesn't put two together until he tells Steve something along the lines "Outside of DnD I'm no hero" and Steve's like "You're Eddie The Brave, man. A knight in shinning armor, remember? Of course you're a hero- my hero." And they both froze cuz 1) How does Steve know about that???? and 2) Fuck fuck fuck Steve forgot this is not a dream this is not dream Eddie, his Eddie, this is real Eddie and is gonna totally find it weird he said that.

That's when it clicks and Eddie starts laughing because of course it is a dream, no way that bullshit is real. Another dimension under Hawkins? Chrissy being cursed and dying in front of his eyes for wanting to buy drugs from him??

"Of course. How stupid of me, of course this is a dream! Don't worry, King. I will do everything in my power to protect your kingdom and yourself truly! I am no other than Eddie The Brave, your one and only knight in shinning armor- without the armor apparently, which is kindly unfair my King. I wish to not end up full of holes from Russians, if possible."

And now Steve is confused because this is not a dream... is it??? But it can't be. Is too real to be. But then... how? How does Eddie know about it?

Of course is Dustin that puts two and two together after they convince Eddie that everything is very much real and not a dream and they convince Steve that he's not hallucinating things. That's how they find out Eddie is 010, tho he doesn't know what that means exactly and why is such a big deal that he does have that number tattoed on his wrist.

Then is only tension, cuz neither of them have the courage to mention the kisses. Is very oblivious they are pinning for each other tho.

#eddie mostly shows up during nighmares but sometimes he shows up in good dreams too #when the nightmares are about upside down and monsters Eddie plays the knight role and does everything he can to protect Steve and the #others. God knows how many times Eddie sacrificed himself for them - and Steve knew Eddie was going to do it again and somehow prevents #Eddie ending up demobats food :) cuz is a fix it first and a steddie idea after #when Steve dreams of the others dying or blaming him for different things Eddie takes his hand and brings them to a good dream #and they are either at Eddie's trailer watching movies or at the Lover's Lake during the night watching the stars or together with everyone #there was once a dream where the two of them and the kids where in Eddie's van on a roadtrip around the world. Steve couldn't stop smiling #the whole day after that dream #stranger things eddie #stranger things steve #stranger things dustin #steddie #stranger things steddie #eddie munson is 010 #eddie munson #steve harrington #dustin henderson #keep in mind that I do not watch Stranger Things so idk if Eddie The Brave was a thing. I know only about Eddie The Banished

[rey-mazing]

Working on my Obey Me boys designs :> Still deciding how to draw curls for Mammon (the bald one 💀)/Simeon/Raph/Dia and just generally deciding how to draw Beel. Once I'm comfy enough to do some more digital art I'll make the details clearer

#and then. deciding if i want to unwhitewash Solomon or pretend he just stole some white twinks body 💀👍 #cuz if we're going w him being from the bible then bros middle eastern #the sun out there would turn him into a white boy CRISP. be fr solmare #but i also do enjoy his design soooo #also hc that demon teeth regrow/continue growing and are worth good money to witches (canines/fangs esp) #not detailed in the sketches are some non human eye things like asmo hearts etc #satan actually has big fangs but when he bites anyone the bros make him shave them down #yes it gives him a complex. sorry #mammon occasionally has to trade his canines to witches to pay off debt so has gold caps/temps #angels + lucifer all have some extra eyes sometimes (luci only in demon form) #kinda wanna fuck w demon sex anatomy too but we'll see #rn planning to draw Simeon w double sets of feather ears. one set that moves and can cover his face #also gills for levi raaaa #i wanna make my mc a little less human too but still debating how to go abt the whole nephalim thing #also not sm a design thing but to me Satan was born zeus -> athena style and thats part of the cause of lucys chronic migraines 💀👍 #ok done rambling. for now #art wip #my art #🍇 #obey me #obey me fanart #obey me shall we date

[novelconcepts]

i don't make resolutions, but if i did

it would be to finish this fic

(and to be kind to myself for however long it takes to actually do so)

#i'm finishing it if it kills me #i know i've been writing this makeout scene for 3 weeks but baby that can't last forever #if we want to get deep and dark and serious for a second i do think a lot of my struggles to write lately have to do with engagement #and how incredibly low engagement has been on the last few things i've written #which like. is what it is. i'm not entitled to anybody's time or comments or kudos. #but when you write stuff you're proud of and it feels like it's barely getting read it's hard to keep momentum. #this isn't intended as a woe is me or whatever it's just kind of like. there. hovering. #happens enough times you start to wonder if it's you. am i just writing for the wrong fandom/ship? #(too bad if so. they're in my bones i'm writing for them and no one can stop me.) #but yeah. if you ever wonder if authors do care or notice about hits. comments. kudos. buddy i am here to tell you #not only do we care and FLOURISH we also notice when those things drop off and readers vanish #and it is a giant bummer. and sometimes makes us wildly paranoid about why that might have happened. #so if you liked a fic today--not even one of mine. just. anybody's. share it. comment on it. #kudos at the VERY least (cuz frankly kudos is there to be an 'i got to the end and this was nice' feature. #so when you get 500 hits and only like 30 kudos? it feels like 470 of those people hated your work) #anyway. that got out of hand. lil' too raw lil' too honest. happens when you let yourself ramble at 11:30 instead of sleeping #to sum: let your local fic writer know if they've made you happy #and as we go into 2024 i am swearing to myself that this fic (and probably several others) are getting finished #come hell. high water. or dishearteningly low engagement numbers. #(and then maybe we...actually work on something original. cuz why not. new year same old me but i'll do my best.)

[princessjung]

I would literally sacrifice my left kidney for a video call feature with MysMe boys like in The Ssum 😔

#mystic messenger #the ssum #no because i need to see my boy saeran's face in real time too #and can you imagine how fun it would be? #especially saeyoung calls #or even jumin! #come on now cheritz im STARVING #sigh #additional tag #i want to see their faces when we said certain things in the call cuz boi #the options are damn cheeky sometimes #especially in saeran's ae (both incoming and outgoing calls) #this bed feels empty without you #you're just going to hold me? that's it? #no thoughts head empty

[donghoonie-3]

I love how I wanna be more dom with some people but with others it doesn't matter lmao

#no bc istg #with so many idols i think about it doesnt matter that much to me... like sometimes im like this or that #but with some im like yeah no i prefer this #or is it just the vibe these idols give off to me 🤕 #cuz like lets say heeseung for example.. im both for him #but with Sunghoon? i mainly wanna ruin him and i dont see myself subbing to him that often 😍 #now that doesnt mean i dont think about it #but most of my thoughts are me thinking of him as a sub so? #anyways 😍 sorry for the rant lmao #maybe it is just how i see them 🤔 #but like... i do see sunghoon going mean dom on someone just not me.. (most of the time uh 😍( #)* #the times i think of mean dom hoon are rare unless its like a thing that i wont speak off 😍 #i dont think anyone apart from maybe my gf will actually read these tags lmao