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steddieasitgoes · 4 months

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@steddiemas Day 21 Prompt: Home and/or Dinner

I honestly think this is my favorite one yet!

Tags: Pre-Relationship Steddie, Eddie Munson Has A Crush On Steve Harrington, Holiday Parties, Overstimulation (the bad kind, not the fun kind), Steve Harrington Is A Sweetheart

wc: 2215 | Rating: G

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The holidays were always a quiet affair at the Munsons.

A few gifts, wrapped in week-old copies of the Hawkins Post, placed under a modest tree from Merrill’s. Wayne’s famous (well, famous to Eddie) chocolate chip pancakes in the morning with a questionable amount of syrup and a reheated casserole from Ms. Jenkins down the street for dinner.

No church or family plans, just the two of them, a couple of beers (root beer in Eddie’s case until a few years ago), and whatever movie Eddie had insisted they watch before he turned the TV over to Wayne and the Christmas basketball game.

It was good. Great, even.

Eddie loved his holiday traditions with Wayne.

He did, but sometimes he’d catch sight of Ms. Jenkins welcoming her brood of kids and grandkids into her cluttered trailer or spot Gerald loading the passenger seat of his pickup with toys for his nieces and nephews and wonder what it would be like to have a big family to spend the holidays with.

Turns out, it’s loud.

So, very, loud.

The Hopper-Byers’ new house is bursting at the seams with guests. The entire We Survived The End of the World gang is here along with some guests — Wayne and Ms. Henderson. Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair stopped by for about an hour before excusing themselves to finish up holiday shopping (said in a hushed tone to not ruin Santa for Erica — as if she still believes, Eddie had thought). But mostly it was just the usual gang.

Eddie learned, in the form of Dustin’s “you’re being stupid” voice that it's become a tradition for them. Gathering a week before the holidays to pig out on food and dessert, play games, and exchange presents. Celebrate the year coming to an end and them making it.

As the apocalypse gang grew every year, the celebration got bigger and bigger until they were tripping over each other inside of the Byers house. That is, until this year when Joyce and Hopper got their shit together and finally moved into a decent-sized house on the outskirts of Hawkins. It’s no Loch Nora mini-mansion, but it works for them — even if it's still a tight fit when everyone is together.

Murray, Joyce, and Ms. Henderson are gathered in the kitchen — arguing over when to take the turkey out of the oven and the proper milk-to-cheese ratio in macaroni casseroles. A small radio sits in the corner, attempting to play Christmas music over the static. That’s the con about living farther out, Eddie supposes.

El and Max have claimed a fold-out table on the outskirts of the kitchen where they’ve been decorating cookies for hours, it seems. El’s simple and artistic, Max’s a chaotic mess of spilled-over frosting and candy sprinkles. (Eddie’s stolen one from each and thinks they’re both delicious much to their delight.)

The den’s been co-opted by Hopper and Wayne, and the TV volume turned all the way up (“We can hear just fine! It’s you kids that are making it hard,” Hopper gruffed when one of them pointed out the volume). They’re switching between basketball games while nursing beers and pretending not to hear the argument going down in the kitchen.

Jonathan and Argyle are hiding out in his room — smoking and trying to drown out the noise with whatever record he managed to pick up from the store he’s working at. Eddie thought about joining him, but the scowl he earned from Wheeler Jr. had him changing course.

The rest of them have taken refuge in the spacious basement. It’s too chaotic for Dungeons & Dragons so the boys and Erica have taken to playing an intense game of Monopoly. The threats he’s heard hurled at each other have been clever and downright terrifying. Way worse than anything they’ve uttered at his DM table. Those heathens.

For some reason, Steve’s taken on the role of the banker. Something about Dustin skimming from the top last time he held the role and played. Now, house rules say the banker has to be an NPC, and well, Steve fits the bill. Unfortunately, he seems to be struggling with the math of it all judging by the scoffs and annoyed eye rolls thrown his way. Eddie would go help, but he doesn’t think he’d be much help. Godspeed, Steve.

Nancy and Robin are there too, sprawled out on the couch and lost in their own little world. Occasionally Robin gets up to flip the record on the record player, but mostly they sit together, gossiping and talking about who knows what in hushed voices. Eddie might understand every little thing about dungeons and hobbits, but girl talk? That’s an alien language if he’s ever seen one.

As for him? Well, he’s hovering in the middle of it all. With Steve occupied, he’s taken on his babysitter role of sorts. Racing up and down the stairs to fetch whatever snacks the gremlins demand, rustling Max and El’s hair on the way in, and nodding at Hopper and Wayne on the way out. He narrowly escapes being sucked into being the official judge for the impromptu Murray vs Ms. Henderson pie off and almost makes it up to Jonathan and Argyle’s room before Dustin is bellowing for him.

It’s fun, mostly.

Getting to see everyone relaxed and having fun. A far cry from the last time they were all together like this back in March.

In some ways, it's what Eddie’s always dreamed it would be like. Being part of a big family, a cog in a never-ending machine of noise and organized chaos.

But it’s also becoming a lot.

Lucas is about to put a hotel on Boardwalk that has everyone shouting and throwing their own pieces at his head. Steve’s trying to keep them under control but it's a losing battle. One that pulls Robin and Nancy from their own little world to join the chaos.

And then there’s even more noise.

A crash from upstairs, the blaring voice of Joe Strummer coming from Jonathan’s room, more shouting, Wayne and Hoppers stopping, and giggles from Max and El.

Suddenly all Eddie can hear is noise.

It gets louder and louder and louder until finally, he’s certain his eardrums are going to explode.

Taking the stairs two at a time, he pushes through the chaos going on upstairs (dropped pies and frosting stains and shouting at TVs) and makes his way onto the wrap-around porch.

The crisp cold air is the first thing that hits him. Like an idiot, he ran out of the house without a coat or scarf or hell, even the warm hat Ms. Henderson knitted for him earlier in the month. He shivers, rubbing his hands up and down his bare arm as he tries to take deep breaths, watching as his warm breath twirls in the breeze.

As his body adjusts, so do his ears. He can still hear the chaos going on inside, but it's muffled now. Distant. He can hear himself think for the first time in hours and for once, it’s nice.

The snow is falling in slow but steady flakes, dusting the backyard in the white. Or, it should be white, but the hoard of Christmas lights decorating the house illuminates the backyard in reds and greens. It’s a real Christmas wonderland out there, now.

Reaching into the pocket of his jeans, he pulls out a pack of cigarettes and his trusty lighter. The first inhale of nicotine warms him from the inside out, sending the goosebumps packing as he focuses on his steady and slow inhale and exhales.

At some point he zones out, so focused on the snow falling and the repetitive nature of lifting the cigarette to and from his lips that he doesn’t hear the creak of the door or the heavy footsteps that follow until the intruder is standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

“Figured you might be needing this,” Steve says, hand outstretched with Eddie’s coat.

“Thanks, man.”

They swap, Eddie takes the coat from Steve and Steve takes the lit cigarette from Eddie, keeping it safe while he shimmies his way into the monstrosity that he calls his winter coat. When he’s finally situated in the plaid nightmare, he reaches a hand out ready to take his cigarette back only to find it perched between Steve’s lips.

Oh.

That’s different.

Sure, they’ve smoked together before. Bummed off cigarettes in the ally behind Family Video and in the parking lot of Palace Arcade waiting for the gremlins to be done. But they’ve never shared the same one. Never pressed their lips to the same filter. Felt the dampness of their mouths on their own lips.

“Sorry,” Steve says, lips turning up in a small smile as he removes the cigarette. “Couldn’t help myself.”

Eddie nods, unable to say much else as their fingertips brush when he takes it back. Is it weird if he puts it between his lips right now? Is he supposed to wait a minute? Let Steve’s taste linger for a moment. God, he’s being so weird right now. In the end, he brings the cigarette to his lips and takes the smallest inhale, nearly coughing as the smoke floods his lungs because he’s so distracted by the way the filter feels different now that it’s been in Steve’s mouth — as if that makes any sense.

“You okay? You sort of booked it out of the room.”

“Yeah,” Eddie sighs, before leaning against the banister of the porch. “Yeah, m’good. It just—“

“Got too loud?” Steve supplies, mirroring his position. “I get it. I remember my first holiday dinner. There were a lot less of us in ’83 but shit. It was still so loud.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m a pretty loud son of a bitch.” Eddie’s caught off guard by Steve’s snorting. Stealing a glance, he finds Steve lit up in reds and greens, a smile etched on his face so deep he can see the spot where smile lines are going to emerge in the next ten years, catching the way his eyes already wrinkle in the corners. Fuck, he’s beautiful. “But, uh, yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever been in a house that loud before. Not even when I’m fucking around with the Corroded Coffin boys.”

“Well, I doubt that. Your music is very loud.”

“Uh, yeah, ‘cause it's metal, Steve.”

“So I’ve been told,” Steve says, smiling that soft, private smile again.

If Eddie was braver, he’d close the distance between them and press his lips to his. But if this year has taught him anything, it’s that he’s not. Not really. So he lets a quiet fall between them instead. They continue to stand shoulder to shoulder, passing the dwindling cigarette between them despite the pack in Eddie’s pocket being brand new, and watch as the snow steadily starts to pick up.

“You know,” Steve says, then stops.

Eddie turns, watching the gears tick in Steve’s brain as he decides what to say next. It’s magical watching it all pass on his face — the knit of his brows, his pupils dilating and returning to their normal size, letting the hazel shine through. The way his lips open and close like some gasping fish.

“If it ever gets to be too much, you can tell us. Tell me. Hell, I know I need a break after a few hours with those shitheads. Maybe we could come up with a code word or something.”

“A codeword? That’s might nerdy of you, Steve.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve says, waving his hand through the air as he bites back a chuckle. “But yeah, a code word. It’d be easier to say than “hey it’s too loud and I can’t think” you know. Plus, it would annoy the shit out of Henderson.”

“Well, then. Count me in. You know I love annoying the shit out of that kid. Gotta keep that ego in check somehow.”

They spend the next few minutes going back and forth trying to decide on a word that could work. Steve wants something common — a fruit or a vegetable. Eddie disagrees, saying it has to be something uncommon so they don’t accidentally say it, but common enough that it doesn’t sound weird casually being dropped in conversation.

They wrack their brain, throwing out silly words left and right until there’s a crash from inside. Their heads swivel in tandem toward the source of the noise. A flurry of shadows passes on the other side of the window as Steve shakes his head and sighs.

“Come on,” he says, handing the cigarette back to Eddie. “If we’re not at the table the minute the food gets served, we won’t be eating. The gremlins know no manner.”

Eddie laughs, stubbing out the cigarette on the ashtray precariously balanced on the banister, “Teaching ‘em manners seems like a job for their babysitter.”

“Nah,” Steve snorts. “Maybe one for their Dungeon Master, though.”

Just as the words leave Steve’s lip, there’s a shout from inside followed by another crash.

“Think it might be a job for both of us, actually,” Eddie laughs. “Together?”

“We need all the help we can get,” Steve says. “Together it is.”

#steddiemas #steddie #steddie fic #steddie fluff #steddie ficlet #steddie fan fic #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve fic #steve harrington ficlet #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fic #eddie munson ficlet #eddie fic #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fic #dani writes

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tonightwrites · 1 year

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Emperor Husband

A head cannon/scenario about the empress having an emperor Husband.

This will have the concubines mentions of war, blood, gore, yandere themes, stalking, mentions of past torture, no pain is towards the empress.

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The beautiful lady sat at the top of her throne looking down at the guards in boredom. The last she had heard from her army was of their victory in the final battle. The land is rich in metal ore and nutrient farmland.

The throne that once sat next to the lady was gone from its intended place. Now it sat in a study collecting dust and spider webs. She glanced at her right, where it used to be, and sighed heavily. Hopefully that person could bring some stories of the battle with him.

Gerald a trusted butler of the palace came bursting through the doors of her thrown room. His appearance is all in disarray, everything out of place.

"Your Majesty, sorry for my rude arrival." He paused having to catch his breath. "The Emperor is here a week before schedule!!!"

If anyone else has heard the words leave the man's mouth they'd be shocked to hear them. Alas the Empress knew that her husband wouldn't dare come home as soon as he had the chance too.

"Let him in then." A simple instruction was given. As if waiting on the other side of the door another man slammed the doors open after the last word left her lips. A broad shouldered man stood at the entrance with a large smile on his face.

He walked briskly towards his one target in that room. The empress raised her brow at his appearance. The man was covered with blood, from slaying the pigs of the fallen kingdom's men he had just conquered.

"Oh my love, it has been too long. I have missed you so much my dear. I can't wait to have you in my arms once again my darling wife." He speaks to her in a soft and excited manner. The lady holds her hand up in front of her, stopping him from coming closer.

"Clean yourself and then maybe I'll consider being in your arms." At her voice a shiver runs up his spine, oh how he's missed this.......

Original ask: Possible husband

Story: Chapter 1

Masterlist

Taglist: @reallysparklychaos @gallantys @devils-blackrose @meforpr3sident @gayfagdownthestreet @yani-dere

#yandere #concubines #empress #yandere boy #tonight talks #oc #yanderes #prince #reverse harem #tswe #yandere emperor #sub yandere #male yandere #yandere x reader

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awigglycultist · 6 months

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Workin boys thoughts!

His 6 boyfriends

The dancing omg!

Mary Kate!

Oh no minor changes he's gonna hate this

Workin GIRLS!!

Not the Bechdel test sndbdb

HAILEY

"football BUT for girls"

Hidge is so intense omg

Omg no she's crying

"now who wants to play zip zap zop?" sbdjdbdkfn

"fuck me with a pole"

RUTH! HER ACTING DEBUT!

IT TAKES BALLS!

Yeah Ruth!

"got it thank you so much for the note" love her

"loosely" ok Hidge

THE STORM! THE LIGHTING STRIKE! THAT GAVE HIM THE VISION OF THE APOTHEOSIS!

Bill! Ted! They're having date night in my mind!

Gerlad and Linda!

Poor Gerald

FUCKIN RAISENS

Richie! Grace!

Bailey! Mulberry!

It's Show Stopping Number!!!

The name changes omg

But Chad is still Chad lol

Ruth you got this

Aw Zoey trying to hype Hidge up

KIM

Oh come on Hidge she's killing it

HOLY FUCK IT'S THE WORKING BOYS?

WHERE'S CHAD?

Henry seems so happy about Chad coming

Oh god on I'm scared

You got this Ruth come on

Poor Ruth

GO OFF ZOEY

Oh boy

HE'S MAKING THE CUTS HALFWAY THROUGH THE SHOW?

HOLY SHIT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE

YEAH IT IS REAL

BAILEY DO SOMETHING YOU PIG

TED NOOO (yeah ofc he died I expected it)

Oh boy Hidge...

OMG GRACE DID IT

Rip Hidgens

Grace always craved murder

LINDA LMAO

No Chad <3

That was fucking insane

Jeff did incredible job as Hidgens

#workin boys #workin boys spoilers #hatchetfield #starkid #hatchetfield halloween party

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broflovski-brah · 3 days

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pets i think the main 5 would have

cartman

he would definitely have a cat (or 3)

he’s like a crazy cat lady and all his cats are really mean lol

They’re all fat too because he spoils them

He’s not great with animals but he’s not terrible either

he just loses his temper a lot (judging by how he was with mr. kitty)

also i wish fluffy would make a return

stan

he ends up with a number of pets

i like to hdc he majors in animal science and he ends up nursing a lot of animals back to health

he’s been banned from animal shelters by his friends because he adopts like al the pets in there (exaggerating ofc)

but he’s awful at naming them

they’re all either the most basic dog/cat names out there or they’re human names

like he has a snake named Joe and a lizard named Michael or something

probably named his dog rover or smth basic (he’s not too creative)

kyle

i don’t care what you say kyle is a fan of animals (let’s not forget his elephant. also there was a clip of gerald walking a dog that i saw so maybe they have one?)

but kyle wanted a dog (he’s not a cat guy) so when he was moved out and had the money he was looking for a dog that would actually run with him

he ends up getting a german short haired pointer/german shepherd mix

he named it bucky because he’s one of those marvel fans lmao

he wanted a dog that would run around with him but also a dog that would calm down when he wanted it to

so after a lot of training he got exactly that lol

kenny

kenny would have really exotic animals

he has an ant farm (which is just ants he collected around the house)

he would probably have rats and mice aa well

he befriended an opossum so there was that as well

he makes up funny names for all his animals

its like the most random shit like he’ll just be all ‘oh yeah this is william snakespeare and alexander rattington IV’

he’s pretty okay with animals tbh

butters

butters would live on a farm as an adult i just know it

he adopts a border collie and names it waffles

he loves the cuter animals. he raises chicks and bunnies and names them all just really random shit

He also adopts three kittens to act as mice patrol in his barn

he probably names them after breakfast foods too

so he just has cats named pancake, toast and bacon

he names his farm animals really randomly though like he did in fun with veal

he has cows, chicks, bunnies, pigs donkeys, ponies, you name it.

i like to hdc he finds a good job that pays REALLY well (because he’s butters of course he would find a job like that) and he wants to buy things that make him happy. like animals.

he donates a lot to animal shelters and anti abuse organizations too

really random but was thinking about it because i’m making kyle have a dog in my comic lmao

#skipper speaks #south park #eric cartman #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #butters stotch #south park headcanons

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nobrashfestivity · 10 months

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Richard Diebenkorn, The Disintegrating Pig, 1950 Oil on canvas 36 1/2 x 47 1/4 in. (92.7 x 120 cm) "The Disintegrating Pig/R Diebenkorn" reverse Iris & B. Gerald Cantor Center for Visual Arts at Stanford University

#richard diebenkorn #abstract expressionism

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incorrectstevesagaquotes · 1 year

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Main Orange Steve, posting paintings of Gerald online: He’s my best friend, he’s my pal, he’s my homeboy, my rotten soldier, my sweet cheese, my good time boy.

#rainbow quest #orange steve #main orange steve #gerald the pig #incorrect quotes #incorrect rainbow quest quotes #source: what we do in the shadows

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kylelovskii · 1 year

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could you possibly write eric and gerald NSFW HC with a wife reader? 🤭🤭🤭 but plot twist, the wife reader! has anger issues hehe

omg girl i love this idea!!

thanks for requesting! :3

gerald broflovski

gerald can never take control for the life of him.

when he tries to establish even just a wee bit of dominance, it sends you into a full blown rage fit, ending with a punishment for our poor gerald here.

“you think you can have any power over me? i’ll make you wish you hadn’t thought that in the first place,” you’d whisper into his ear, your voice low.

so much edging.

“honey, i’m sorry! w-will- will you please let me cum? i won’t pull anything l-like that ever again. i swear!”

you won’t, obviously. you’ll probably just leave him there, go out, and do something else.

sometimes he makes you so mad you just have to slap him.

“don’t cum. don’t you dare,” you order, keeping a firm grip on his face.

of course, he can’t keep holding out any longer, so he does cum, which leads to you landing a hard slap on his face.

“what the fuck did i tell you!?”

sometimes you go too rough, but you’re too mad to care.

“please- please slow down!” he’d beg and beg. “what? am i being too rough with you, sweetheart? can’t take it?”

he replies with a pitiful nod.

“well too fucking bad, asshole. next time you might listen and this won’t happen.”

eric cartman

your anger issues and his are an awful combo, but by god do you both love it.

you both are always fighting for dominance. sometimes you win, sometimes he wins.

“you’ve been a total asshole all day! you better fucking listen to me,” you’d scream. he’d just scream right back, “you’ve been more of a bitch today than anything, so why don’t you shut your mouth and listen to me for a change!”

you’d pin his arms down on the bed, fucking him senseless listening to him apologize over and over again.

“imsorryimsorryimsososorry!”

sometimes it’d be the other way around, but normally you don’t let your anger go.

“have you talked enough shit today? you done throwing your hissy fits?”

you’d shake your head and try and muster up a comeback, “you sh-shut the hell up, c-cartman!”

but when he’d hit the right spot, “oh fuck- i-i’m sorry- keep g-going!”

then there’s times that no one wins.

“get the fuck off me you pig!” you’d yell. you kept hitting him on the chest while he loomed over you.

“whatever, bitch. you know you want me.”

he was right, but you weren’t gonna let his ego get in the way of how pissed you were.

eventually he’d get fed him and just teach you a lesson, slapping you and choking you. spitting in your face.

#south park #x reader #eric cartman #gerald broflovski #south park x reader #south park smut #headcanon #anger issues

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medusapelagia · 2 months

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Family Dinner

This was supposed to be an entry for an event... but I just realised that the story should have been canon-compliant.

Ops.

Well, here is a whump Modern Alternative Universe Witcher fic!

Rating: Mature Relationship: Jaskier/Gerlat WT: gun violence, blood and injuries, injury recovery, violence, hospital, blood Words: 1166

It’s not the first time that Geralt has been hurt, but it’s the first time he almost died on Jaskier's watch.

Eskel asked him so many times how that could have happened and Jaskier as no answer to that.

They were walking toward Jaskier's apartment, chatting about the pleasant dinner they had with Geralt’s family, it was the first time Geralt introduced Jaskier to them and the young singer was really worried about that, but his family was warm and welcoming, well apart from Lambert, Geralt young brother, but Jaskier wasn’t worry about that. Lambert was jealous and he could totally understand that. He was already thinking about how he was going to win the young boy’s heart when Geralt stopped so abruptly that Jaskier bumped into him and finally noticed that they were surrounded.

One of the boys started to insult Geralt, calling him a pig for being a policeman, and then another aimed the gun at them.

After that, it was the chaos.

One of the boys shot at them and Geralt shielded Jaskier with his body, before falling trying to reach for his gun with a scared and desperate expression on his face, and Jaskier never felt guiltier in all his life because, at that very moment, he realized that he has asked Geralt not to bring his gun at a family dinner.

That’s when Jaskier started to scream.

When Gerald was lying on the pavement in a pool of blood, and Melitele listened to his prayers and sent Eskel, Geralt’s older brother.

“There was so much blood…” Jaskier keeps repeating while they are waiting at the hospital. His clothes and his hands are still covered in Geralt blood, but whenever anyone tries to propose to him to clean up a bit he refuses and starts to scream so loudly that nobody insists “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.” Jaskier insists, looking at his hands “I told him not to bring the gun. I told him that it was just a dinner. I told him…”

Eskel squeezes Jaskier’s shoulder “It’s not your fault, ok? You weren’t the one holding a gun. You weren’t the one waiting for him with a bunch of criminals to take vengeance. It’s not your fault, ok? Jaskier, look at me. Please.” The man begs, and the young boy slowly lifts his face turning toward Geralt’s brother, but before Eskel can comfort him anymore Lambert, who has gotten to the hospital with their father, stomps in the room.

“It’s all your fault! If you weren’t there he could have got rid of those morons in a blink of an eye! But no! You had to be there, right? You had to suggest to take a shortcut! You had to tell him not to bring a gun. You are a fucking hippie and that almost killed my brother!” Lambert yells and his screams reverberate in the entire hall.

Jaskier tries to make himself even smaller, hiding his face behind his hands, but they are still covered in blood and all he can do is stare at his hands in horror, his breath coming in faster and faster.

“Jaskier, you have to slow down your breathing.” Someone is saying, but Jaskier feels underwater, the noises are muffled and his vision is tunneling.

“Boy. Look at me.” A stern voice tells him, and Jaskier turns his head when he feels cold hands cupping his face “Good.” An old man murmurs to him, like he is a frightened animal “Can you take a deep breath for me?” the man tells him and Jaskier nods, he would do whatever this man would ask him to “Good boy.” He praises him while he takes his first trembling breath. It’s not deep enough but somehow Jaskier’s chest feels less constricted.

“Another one. In and out. Slowly.” The man commands and Jaskier does exactly what he asks from him and slowly the room gets back into focus.

“What…”

“A little panic attack. Nothing to worry about.” The man smiles at him, sitting next to him, and at that moment Jaskier notices that Eskel is not there.

“Eskel?” He asks, confused.

“He and Lambert got outside a bit, to take some fresh air.” The man replies, squeezing Jaskier’s leg.

“I’m sorry. Lambert was right… It’s all my fault.”

“It is not, kid. And I’m glad you are fine. Do you want to know why?” Jaskier nods softly “Because I know my kid will be ok, but I’m not sure he would have ever been ok if something happened to you. He likes you, Jaskier, he likes you a lot.” The old man says looking at the young singer in the eyes.

“I…We… we just met. I mean… we have been together for just a couple of months…”

“You are the first that Geralt brought into the family. And family means something to us.”

Jaskier lowers his eyes, he knows nothing about families. His parents didn’t want him and abandoned him when he was born and he moved from a foster home to another until he came of age and finally got out of the system and started to play in the underground for a few coins.

That’s how he met Geralt. The policeman was supposed to ask him to move, and he did, but he asked him if he wanted to grab a cup of coffee with him after his shift and Jaskier agreed.

“My kids… they are not mine. Not by blood.” Vesemir says, turning his head “They have different stories and come from different families, but it doesn’t matter to me. They are my kid. And they feel the same. We are family. But we also know that the family is precious and must be protected at any time. That’s why I’m telling you that you are special to him.” Vesemir squeezes Jaskier’s leg again and then he gets up as soon as he sees his two kids getting back.

Lambert's eyes are as red and puffy as Jaskier’s when he gets closer to him and murmurs something that sounds like I’m sorry, but Jaskier is not really listening, he gets up and hugs the younger brother, crying on his shoulder and, after a moment of surprise, Lambert hugs him back, not caring about the blood that is tainting his coat.

They stay like that, holding on to each other until a doctor finally comes to talk with them and tells them that the surgery wasn’t an easy one but they manage to remove the bullets and that Geralt will fully recover in a few weeks.

When the nurse guides them toward Geralt’s room Jaskier is hesitant, he feels like he is intruding: he is not a family member after all. But Eskel takes his hand and drags him gently but firmly into the room, letting him sit in the plastic chair at the bed’s side.

When Geralt finally opens his eyes, hours later, the first thing he sees are Jaskier’s curls, and he smiles.

#medusapelagia fanfic #medusapelagia #the witcher fanfic #whump #TW: gun violence #tw: blood and injury #tw: violence #the witcher #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier

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ur-battdoll911 · 3 months

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my pets and who the would be in the outsiders

Chloe - Darry, no questions. this gurl is overworked (or at least looks like it) and normally hates affection, but hey, its free

Spot - any soc.

Gerald - Johnny or Ponyboy, blud has been through to much and is actually dying rn but he might live if he FUCKING EATS

Chainsaw - Two-bit, he is the goofiest adventurer to ever live on this planet

Potato - Sodapop if he was a soc. he is the sweetest thing ever omg, but too modest to be a greaser, so thats why i've made him into Sodapop if he was a soc

Cherry Eleanor - as her name suggests, she is infact Cherry. same red, and sassy queen energy 💅💅💅

Daisy Honey - Marcia, the goofiest girl in the world, she even is a crazy haired guinea pig, and is Eleanor's sister i'm dead those two would be perfection!

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #dallas winston #guinea pig #pets of tumblr #pets #socs #greasers

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Let's Read Peanuts (Yes, all of it) - August 1951

There are lots of great strips I just don't have room to comment on. I strongly encourage everybody to read the full month at the official GoComics page. Today's month starts HERE.

Aug 3, 1951

Lots of emphasis on the fact that Charlie Brown is a little kid lately.

Aug 4, 1951

Daw. :3

Aug 7, 1951

Turning a wagon into a mobile garden sounds like a really cool project, actually.

Aug 9, 1951

This is a great example of a joke that would have probably been kind of obnoxious in later decades thanks to how hard modern Snoopy mugs for the camera all the time. A subject I'll probably dedicate an entire post to at some point.

Aug 13, 1951

Were the Peanuts comic books a thing this early on? If not then this is prophetic as hell.

Aug 16, 1951

First “Blockhead”!

Aug 21, 1951

This is actually a pretty good prank. Just setup another sprinkler near the hose valve and you've essentially trapped your victim in a mobile water cage they can't take off/escape without getting soaked.

Aug 22, 1951

I once heard someone speculate that Schroeder's early design was heavily influenced by the animation of UPA (the people who made Gerald Mcboing Boing [a cartoon that was a surprisingly big deal in 1950]) and I absolutely believe it.

Aug 27, 1951

Aug 31, 1951

Me: “Oh yeah, pigs will eat, like, anything. That's why the mob uses them to dispose of corpses. Anyway, how's preschool been going?”

Also, we finally have the outfit that Schroeder will wear for the next 50 years! Huzzah!

Thoughts:

It's really interesting to me that despite being about the same half-dozen characters making the same jokes over and over this strip not only doesn't get boring, but manages to feel like it's “story” (for lack of a better word) is progressing at a decent pace. Yeah, there's not a “plot” in a traditional sense but the characters constantly grow and change in organic ways (a new recurring hobby here, a new interpersonal conflict over there, etc) while the status quo is regularly shaken up with the addition of new characters and previously unseen aspects of the world.

In this sense it's actually kind of a shame that Peanuts got as popular as it did because I feel like a lot (though not all by any stretch) of the willingness to try new things and experiment we see in these early years went away as merchandising, TV specials and other branding considerations required the strip to have a much more stable and recognizable core image. It makes me wonder sometimes if the later decades of the strip would have looked radically different if it had never taken off the way it did.

Oh well, at least the strip's success got us “A Boy Named Charlie Brown” and at least 3 fairly decent TV specials so I can't stay that mad about it.

#peanuts #comics #charlie brown #patty #shermy #snoopy #charles schulz #peanuts comics #comic strips #lets read #schroeder #No really #A Boy Named Charlie Brown is fantastic and you should go watch it

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