OMG CONGRATS ON 1K!!! you clearly put so much work and love into your writing and i’m so so glad you’re getting the recognition for it!! you’ll be at 2k before you know it 😉
might i request a forest green with our boy eddie and “work song” by hozier :)
thank you so much!!! <3 and i cannot even fathom that right now haha 1k as it is is just so wild to me. thank you for all your continued support i appreciate you so so much my friend <3
1k celebration - requests for this are now closed, but you can still send in general requests! just check out my rules first <3
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Eddie Munson had had enough brushes with Death to last him a lifetime.
After the Upside Down, he came to realize he didn’t want the adventure he’d spent his entire youth craving. He was satisfied with only being a hero in fiction; facing danger head on in real life wasn’t the fun he’d dreamt of, nor the adrenaline he’d craved. No, Eddie Munson had danced with Death, hand in hand, and he never wanted to meet the dark shadows of it again.
So he moved away from Hawkins. When it was all said and done, when everyone was safe and the entire group began to take the timid baby steps of moving on, Eddie packed up his van and drove as far as his tank of gas would take him. To a bigger city, to a fresh start. He found new routines as he clung to his roots that mattered. He’d call and talk to people back home endlessly, whether it was checking up on Wayne or giving Henderson advice to deal with the newest waves of bullies at Hawkins’ High. He’d gotten a shitty apartment on the less desirable side of town, as it was all he could afford. He’d gotten a job as a bartender, working away his nights in a place that reminded him of the nostalgic Hideout back home. It was there that he had met you.
On a slow Tuesday night, you’d come through the doors of his establishment, all smoke and mirrors and blood red lipstick. At first glance, he told himself to stay away. Because you carried yourself the way Death did – something to be craved, something to be wondered, something to be better idealized at a distance.
But then you sat down on a stool at his bar, and your smoke had swirled its way around him before it tucked itself down his throat and evaded his lungs. All your shadows beckoned to him as he had to lean in to hear your order over the loud music playing. He thought he should stay away, but something about the way you smiled to him with only those darkened eyes overrode his better senses.
That was only the first night.
He expected to see you every Tuesday and Thursday night. The entire room would suddenly darken, blanketed in your presence the moment you’d walk in. The fellow patrons felt it, the other bartender sensed it, and Eddie always knew it. You took your whiskey neat, you only wore shades of maroons on your lips that stained glasses, and your smoke always consumed him in an exhilarating manner. Eddie wanted you, badly.
And so he had you. Because, as it turns out, you also wanted him.
Fast nights of passion followed. He’d wrap himself up in your smoke in alleyways rather than his sheets after long shifts until, eventually, it escalated to taking you back to his place. He’d find retribution between your plush thighs, pulling prayers from your lips as if he were the God that should be worshiped. As if you weren’t the deity that had brought the man to his knees from the moment you’d walked into that bar. He built an altar at your hips and devoted his Sundays, his Tuesdays, his Thursday, to you. And as his infatuation blossomed into something more, as he waved away the smoke and saw you for the bones and skin you truly were, he began to realize something; you were not Death. You were something vivacious, a live wire that sparked an indescribable feeling within him that he’d spend the rest of his days chasing. He had been wrong - you were not only to be idolized at a distance. With your armor of smoke dissipating around him, with your softness bleeding out across his sheets in the early morning hours and your kisses turning saccharine sweet even with bitter alcohol still on your tongue, he had been wrong. Dreadfully wrong.
When his days turned from glimpses of worship to daily occurrences, when you started to find purchase in the coffee in his kitchen on lazy mornings and joined him in the shower for nothing more than the chance to wash his hair, he realized this was not a matter of death. It was a matter of life. You saw his scars, both physical and mental, and you’d pressed your healing lips across them with the promise of staying. Hawkins was no longer home – you became the place he’d rest his head at the end of the day. You soothed the ache in his bones, you scared away the night terrors, you cared for him as he cared for you.
You were not Death as he once foolishly thought. And with you in his life, he finally came to accept that Death was not something he could avoid. One day, the shadows he’d resented would claim him. One day, his candle in this lifetime would flicker out, his flame sent into billowing smoke with a whisper. And he knew, with certainty, if his time came before yours, if his flame was extinguished to nothing more than trails of weak smoke while yours continued to flicker brilliantly, his smoke would find yours. The ashes of who he once was as he walked this earth would be carried home to find you, and it would not be Death that earned his final dance.
It would be you.
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the thing about shiv and the baby and motherhood is i really dont think she'd care. i dont think she's ever had any interest in those things, in fact she's made it a point to be as far from those things as possible to show her father she's a serious person and as close to one of the boys as she can get. i still think people making digs about her ability to be a mother would be insulting to her insofar as they are meant to insult her, an incredibly prideful person who tries very hard to always be seen as hypercompetent no matter the task.
if anything, i think it might make sense that she found out about the pregnancy before logan died but i truly don't think she'd keep it once he was dead. he's about the only person she would keep the baby for, like she might feel it would give her leverage or sympathy, but once logan is gone the baby honestly is nothing but liability to her. it makes her perceived as less serious about the business it takes her out of the running for ceo or any real power.
i know theres obviously threads of inescapability as with every character in the show, and the ways in which shiv has tread on other women to get where she is yet cannot help being entrapped by the same things as those women, but i also feel like there's just something. i dont want to say misogynistic but the way shows sort of inevitably use motherhood as an intrinsic humanity-finder, like see she's a decent person she's keeping the baby she's not heartless, or whatever, is so flat and reductive, to me.
also of course, they might have done it with more nuance if it was yknow. actually planned and written in from the start of the season.
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Saw your ask game reblog and wanted to ask about 1, 3, 4. and 15!
Responses to the writing ask game I reblogged a few days ago ✍
1. What’s your favorite part of the writing process?
When I've finished my first draft (of a chapter, one-shot, etc.), have let it sit for a few days, and am ready to dive into REVISIONS. For me, the drafting stage is getting the words down on paper, and then the revising stage is getting the words right. I just love revising so much because it's the stage of the process where the story really comes together, and I find it so satisfying to tinker with a sentence, a paragraph, or a piece of dialogue until I find that perfect flow and word choice!
3. What’s your favorite emotion to write?
I'm sure this will come as a surprise to no one who knows my work, but... love. I'm a rom-com writer after all. 😅 Specifically, I love writing about the little moments in which characters start to realize they're falling, or already are, in love, and the fallout of said realization. 😏
4. What kind of endings do you prefer?
I really like endings in which everything falls into place - when multiple plot lines, character arcs, and other story elements all seamlessly come together for the story's ultimate resolution. I'm also an absolute sucker for endings that call back to the beginning of the story somehow - it's like coming full circle and that feeling is very satisfying.
15. What is your favorite detail to include while writing?
I'm all about the sensory details! I try to incorporate one or multiple of the five senses into scenes wherever possible, especially in highly emotional or significant moments, because it gives the moment some weight and helps the reader feel more immersed in whatever the character is experiencing.
Thanks so much for playing! 💖
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🙏 ✨🔥 (Webby, Vanellope, Angry)
Muse talking about the mun
🙏 Do you think the mun would be able to survive in your world?
"I mean, our worlds aren't that much different, right? He'd stand out a bit, being one of those 'human' creatures that we don't have any of in Duckburg - but no more than, say, a moonlander like Penumbra. He'd get along alright.
"Unless you mean on our adventures and everything, too. In which case... yeah, he'd be Louie levels of screwed. He's not exactly the bold and athletic type."
"Whether yer asking about Sugar Rush or Slaughter Race gets very different answers there. Sugar Rush it's practically impossible not to survive unless you're a numbskull an' wander onto the kart track by mistake, an' he's not that dumb.
"Slaughter Race? No chance. He's way too cautious a driver; he'd be scrap in ten seconds flat. Even if he was playin' it as a gamer, not living in the world, he doesn't exactly have the greatest preservation instincts for his character... believe me, I've watched him on racing games before. Kinda a painful experience to be honest."
"Psh. He wouldn't last two days without his internet."
✨ Does the mun read fanfictions and if yes, what is your opinion on them?
"Oh, you know, not usually. Sometimes he'll dabble in reading fan-comics and stuff, which are a kinda fanfiction, but even that's not a frequent thing. I don't actually know most of the fandoms I’ve seen him read stuff for. You could ask Connie though, he's followed at least one AU comic from her fandom for a while."
"I mean, you gotta argue that literally all the Star Wars novels he's ever read ever are basically just glorified fanfiction. Heck, that whole Expanded Universe was basically glorified fanfiction that had the 'official' label slapped on it... an' ran from actually really good, like that Yoda one, to completely unreadable.
"But yeah, online though? He's pretty picky when it comes to the posted fanfic he reads, an' he never goes seeking it out. So it only ever happens if he crosses the path of something he likes by chance an' gets hooked, which is pretty rare."
"...are you guys forgetting that he did that thing just yesterday? He's not even got far into it yet, but he found it through another site and is already getting invested."
"Oh, the one about the Disneyland 50th Anniversary celebration being crashed by Maleficent, that he found through TVTr.opes? Yeah, that one looks pretty neat! Just think of all the Disney history referenced in it!"
“Eh. It’s from before any of us even existed, so it can’t be that great...”
🔥 How would you spend one day with the mun if you could?
“EXPLORING!
“Oh sure, I know he says he’s bored of the local area because he’s already ‘seen everything’, but come on! There’s got to be more to see - there’s always more to see! We could go on a wild ramble around the countryside, find some lost hidden secrets together... then come back for a sleepover later. You can never go wrong with a sleepover!”
“Oh, you know. Just me kicking his butt at every racing game ever. He’s just in it to have fun, so he’d have a good time anyway - but I’m in it to win it, so I’d also have a great time.
“Hey, he might even give me a challenge some of the time! He’s pretty good at the ones he knows well, at least. An’ we’d eat a butt-ton of candy. So, yeah, fun times all around!”
“Tch, I dunno. He’s not terrible, but it’s weird; he’s into all this kid stuff that Red and I left behind years ago. I don’t even know what we’d find in common that we’d both want to do.“
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Phew. This one took, uh… a bit longer than expected due to other projects both irl and art-wise, but it’s finally here. The long-awaited domestic animal infographic! Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough space to cover every single domestic animal (I’m so sorry, reindeer and koi, my beloveds) but I tried to include as many of the “major ones” as possible.
I made this chart in response to a lot of the misunderstandings I hear concerning domestic animals, so I hope it’s helpful!
Further information I didn’t have any room to add or expand on:
🐈 “Breed” and “species” are not synonyms! Breeds are specific to domesticated animals. A Bengal Tiger is a species of tiger. A Siamese is a breed of domestic cat.
🐀 Different colors are also not what makes a breed. A breed is determined by having genetics that are unique to that breed. So a “bluenose pitbull” is not a different breed from a “rednose pitbull”, but an American Pitbull Terrier is a different breed from an American Bully! Animals that have been domesticated for longer tend to have more seperate breeds as these differing genetics have had time to develop.
🐕 It takes hundreds of generations for an animal to become domesticated. While the “domesticated fox experiment” had interesting results, there were not enough generations involved for the foxes to become truly domesticated and their differences from wild foxes were more due to epigenetics (heritable traits that do not change the DNA sequence but rather activate or deactivate parts of it; owed to the specific circumstances of its parents’ behavior and environment.)
🐎 Wild animals that are raised in human care are not domesticated, but they can be considered “tamed.” This means that they still have all their wild instincts, but are less inclined to attack or be frightened of humans. A wild animal that lives in the wild but near human settlements and is less afraid of humans is considered “habituated.” Tamed and habituated animals are not any less dangerous than wild animals, and should still be treated with the same respect. Foxes, otters, raccoons, servals, caracals, bush babies, opossums, owls, monkeys, alligators, and other wild animals can be tamed or habituated, but they have not undergone hundreds of generations of domestication, so they are not domesticated animals.
🐄 Also, as seen above, these animals have all been domesticated for a reason, be it food, transport, pest control, or otherwise, at a time when less practical options existed. There is no benefit to domesticating other species in the modern day, so if you’ve got a hankering for keeping a wild animal as a pet, instead try to find the domestic equivalent of that wild animal! There are several dog breeds that look and behave like wolves or foxes, pigeons and chickens can make great pet birds and have hundreds of colorful fancy breeds, rats can be just as intelligent and social as a small monkey (and less expensive and dangerous to boot,) and ferrets are pretty darn close to minks and otters! There’s no need to keep a wolf in a house when our ancestors have already spent 20,000+ years to make them house-compatible.
🐖 This was stated in the infographic, but I feel like I must again reiterate that domestic animals do not belong in the wild, and often become invasive when feral. Their genetics have been specifically altered in such a way that they depend on humans for optimal health. We are their habitat. This is why you only really see feral pigeons in cities, and feral cats around settlements. They are specifically adapted to live with humans, so they stay even when unwanted. However, this does not mean they should live in a way that doesn’t put their health and comfort as a top priority! If we are their world, it is our duty to make it as good as possible. Please research any pet you get before bringing them home!
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So many folks on here are from a country that's decided to rely on deterrence theory in criminal justice, but to most people that has just turned into "people deserve punishment if they break a rule", and combined with slavery being a legal thing to do with prisoners, as well as taking away their ability to live normal lives after prison (not to mention the state of the working class and their not being treated as people with needs that matter, plus unionbashing), you live in a place where it's become normal for humans to be disposable. Rehabilitation is a foreign concept. Of course you're all scared of doing anything anyone might perceive as wrong. All your society knows to do when someone makes a mistake is put them in a cage for the rest of their lives, hiding the problem for a couple of decades, of course it's difficult to be a person!
Some magical countries out there try a rehabilitative theory of criminal justice. I think it helps to know that if you were ever to fuck up in some way, what would happen is that you'd get help to figure out how to not fuck up again, and society would work on reparations for victims where possible. Your life isn't forfeit. That makes having healthy discussions about change and responsibility feel very different, because responsibility doesn't mean you get the electric chair if you step out of line, it means maybe you'll have to get therapy and study while confined in a place that's frankly better than most student housing nowadays. The punishment isn't the point.
Anyway, my point is that I think this influences internet behavioral patterns a lot. I think this is why some of us react to bad things by unfollowing, and others try to crucify and prosecute individuals. Fundamental cultural differences in perception of justice.
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