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estrellami-1 · 11 months

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Steddie Week 2023

May 28th Prompt: Free Space

Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6

@steddie-week

(Warning for queer slurs, but spoken in love, if that makes sense?)

“I hate you,” Robin hisses, eyes glassy. She covers her mouth, shakes her head. “Steve. Holy shit.”

He’s looking at her with an unreadable expression. His eyes are also glassy. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. He’s gonna love it. Fuck. Fuck you, dingus, I didn’t want to cry today.”

He laughs, then, and gathers her into his arms. “Thanks for letting me practice on you, Robbie.”

“I’m never doing that again. Holy shit.”

Steve smirks. “It’s alright. I promise to cry whenever you practice on me for Vickie.”

She pinches his side. He elbows hers. “Let me know when you decide to do it, yeah? I’ll steal Jon’s camera.”

Steve snorts. “Just borrow it like a normal person, Robs.”

“Literally when have I ever been normal.”

“…Fair point.” He shifts. “You think he’s gonna like it? For real?”

“If he doesn’t like it I’m taking your nail bat and practicing with his head.”

“Robin, oh my god.” He laughs, probably more than the joke warrants—especially considering he’s not entirely sure she’s joking—but he’s so relieved. “I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you too, dingus. Just tell me when.”

“Um. Tomorrow night, actually. I’m taking him back to Hawkins, to the quarry.”

She makes a face. “Why there?”

“It was our first date. We had a picnic.”

“Oh my god,” Robin says, then her eyes widen. “Wait. Steve. Steve. You have a ring.”

Steve laughs, digs his hand into his pocket. “I was wondering when you’d ask.”

“Oh, fuck you,” she says, grabbing at his hand and peeling his fingers open, grabbing the ring as soon as she can, turning it and inspecting it. She frowns a little, looking intently at the inside. “What-”

Steve smiles. “I love you in Elvish.”

“You’re both suck dorks.” She looks up at him, smiles. “He’s gonna absolutely love it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You know he’s head over heels for you.”

Steve blushes. “I still don’t know how.”

“Because you deserve it, dingus, you’re a good guy. A really good guy. And, according to everyone who likes guys, you’re extremely attractive.”

Steve laughs. “Thanks, Robin.”

“You’re welcome.”

A key in the lock startles them, and Robin slips the ring back into Steve’s pocket a second before the door opens. “Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie says, smiling at Steve, before turning to smirk at Robin. “Hey, freeloader.”

She squawks and launches herself at him, clinging on like a koala. “I’ll show you freeloader.”

“Oh my god get off of me you weigh a ton, Stevie, baby, help me!”

Steve just laughs. “You brought this upon yourself, babe.”

“Ah!” Eddie winces. “Jesus, Robs, elbows! In my spleen! How the fuck did you even do that, you fucking contortionist?”

“Dick.”

“Dyke.”

“Faggot.”

“Jesus fuck,” Steve mutters, eyeing the two of them. “It’s impossible for there to be peace when you two are together, isn’t it?”

They both look at him and answer simultaneously. “Yes.”

They both laugh as Robin drops off of Eddie, pressing a kiss to his cheek as she ruffles his hair. He grins and kisses her forehead before moving to embrace Steve, wrapping him in a hug and kissing his temple. He sighs, long and content. “It’s good to be home.”

Steve chuckles. “Was today that bad?”

“No, just long. Dinner?”

“In the oven.”

Just then the timer dings, and Robin races past them, yelling over her shoulder, “I’ll get it!”

They both chuckle, then Steve kisses Eddie’s cheek. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself.”

“We’re going to Hawkins tomorrow.”

Eddie’s brows scrunch up. “What?”

“Hawkins. Tomorrow. I’m the one with hearing loss, babe.”

“Actually, with your hearing aids, I’m pretty sure you can hear better than I can.”

“Fuck off.”

“Mmm, no. Something about how you love me.”

Steve softens. “Something like that,” he agrees, pressing a soft kiss to Eddie’s lips, swaying them in place, like they’re dancing. “I already called off for you. And for me. It’s overnight, but just for a night. We’re gonna drive back the next day.”

Eddie smiles. “Am I ever gonna understand what goes on in your head?”

Steve laughs. “You already do. Sometimes you know me better than I know myself.”

Eddie nudged Steve’s nose with his own. “Something about how I love you.”

“Something like that,” Steve agrees, then lets Eddie seal their lips together.

That is, until a knitted potholder flies into their faces. “Dinner time,” Robin says brightly when they break apart, like she isn’t the reason for the airborne potholder.

“And you’re sure you can’t tell me why we’re going to Hawkins?” Eddie wheedles for what feels like the millionth time.

“Nope,” Steve says happily, popping the p. “You’ll just have to wait. Enjoy the suspense. I am.”

“You’re only enjoying it because you know where we’re going,” Eddie argues.

“Exactly,” Steve says, then takes Eddie’s hand. “You’re gonna love it, Eds. Please stop worrying.”

“I’m not worrying,” Eddie says, then slumps when Steve just turns an eyebrow on him. “Okay, maybe I’m worrying a little. But only a very little!”

Steve chuckles. “Sure, babe.” A few minutes later, he reaches up to turn the radio down. “How’d you feel about no music for a while?”

“Okay,” Eddie says immediately, looking at Steve. “Are you okay? Headache?”

Steve smiles, brings Eddie’s hand up to his mouth to kiss it. “No headache, I’m okay. I was actually wondering if you’d read to me for a bit.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows. “You brought a book?”

Steve hums. “In the backseat, blue bag.”

Eddie reaches back and rifles around for a minute, then looks at Steve with a delighted expression. “I’m kissing you as soon as you stop driving.”

Steve chuckles. “Duly noted. Start wherever you want.”

Eddie blinks. “I’m in the middle of this one.”

“I know.”

“You won’t have any idea what’s going on.”

“I like listening to you.”

“You’re a sap,” Eddie says, even more delighted. “Holy fuck, I love you. Okay, um, I’m on chapter ten. The choices of Master Samwise. Frodo was lying face upward on the ground and the monster was bending over him, so intent upon her victim that she took no heed of Sam and his cries, until he was close at hand. As he rushed up he saw that Frodo was already bound in cords, wound about him from ankle to shoulder, and the monster with her great forelegs was beginning half to lift, half to drag his body away.”

He continues reading, getting more and more into it, affecting accents for the different voices, slowing down for some parts and speeding up for others, and Steve thinks his heart might burst for how much he loves this man.

They arrive in Hawkins before too long, and the first thing they do—just like every time they have to go into Hawkins for whatever reason—is visit Wayne.

Eddie blinks when he opens the door. “What the fuck?”

Steve and Wayne share a look borne of knowing Eddie. “You alright, Wayne?”

Wayne waves him off, makes a face at his cane. “Fine. Slight accident at work, fell wrong, banged my hip. I still get around fine and I didn’t want you two worryin’ none.”

“That’s our job, old man,” Eddie says, pulling Wayne into a hug. “It’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you boys, too.” He hugs Steve next. “C’mon in, make yourselves at home, y’know the drill. Steve, you wanna grab us some beers?”

“Love to,” Steve replies with a chuckle, following Wayne inside.

They talk and catch up for a few minutes before Eddie excuses himself to use the restroom. “Your stuff’s in the pantry,” Wayne murmurs to Steve. “Want to run it out to the car before he gets back?”

“Oh,” Steve says, like he just realized. “I asked after you’d fallen, didn’t I?”

Wayne hums noncommittally. “Not like I minded. Was just about goin’ stir crazy with the time off work.”

Steve chuckles, leans in to hug Wayne, and goes to put the bag in the car.

A few minutes later they’re hugging goodbye. “Robin’s here to take pictures,” Steve murmurs in Wayne’s ear. “I’ll get her to drive you up to Indy for the dinner tomorrow.”

“‘Preciate it,” Wayne says, clapping Steve on the back before turning to Eddie. “Get in here, boy.”

Eddie laughs and hugs his uncle. “Love ya, Wayne.”

“You too, kid. Take good care of ‘im, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “We’ll see you later.”

“Mhm. You kids have fun.”

Eddie narrows his eyes at Steve as soon as they’re back in the car. “That wasn’t what we came down here for.”

“Nope,” Steve agrees. “You’ll see soon enough, Eds.”

Eddie sighs and collapses back into his seat. Steve just grins, wholly in love.

Soon, though, he sits up again, interest piqued. “Are we going to the quarry?”

“Got it in one.”

“Steve,” Eddie says slowly, suspiciously. “What are we doing here?”

Steve doesn’t answer for a few minutes, just plays with Eddie’s fingers with one hand, the other on the wheel, his eyes never leaving the road. “Remember the first time we went to the quarry?”

“Must’ve been eight years ago, now, huh?”

“Just about,” Steve agrees. “We were just kids, terrified and halfway in love and no clue about how our lives would turn out. But we made it. Against all odds, we made it.” He glances at Eddie, smiles. “Thought it would be kinda poetic, coming back here.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees softly, rapt attention on Steve.

“So,” Steve continues, shrugging. “There’s some stuff in the back. Thought it might be nice to have a picnic again. Just to take some time off and remember how it was back then, think about where we were versus where we are.”

“Ugh,” Eddie says, glassy-eyed. “What have you done to me, I used to be cool.”

Steve laughs. “You’ve always been a nerd, babe. Pretty sure I’m the only one who thinks you’re cool.”

“Well, joke’s gonna be on you when we have a kid and they think I’m the coolest dad ever.”

Steve blinks, smiling even as Eddie freezes beside him. “I bet they will, Eds.”

That small sentence is enough to release the tension coiling inside Eddie, flowing out and leaving him looking at Steve, besotted.

Steve parks and they make their way to the edge, a mirror of all those years ago. Steve unfolds a blanket and lays it out, thrusting the bag at Eddie. “Here, start getting the food out, please.”

Eddie’s eyebrows steadily climb higher as he unpacks. Sandwiches, fruits, brownies, and drinks. Both of their favorites, and Steve makes a mental note to do something for Wayne soon, because nobody deserves the actual angel that is Wayne Munson.

They eat and talk and joke around, and kiss—a lot—and just as they’re finishing, the first raindrop splatters down.

Steve looks up, dismayed, to see dark clouds all around them.

Eddie whoops and jumps up, packing everything up and stuffing it back in the car, before running back to Steve and swinging him around in a hug, laughing. “What,” Steve says, but he’s laughing too, because he can’t not be happy when Eddie’s happy.

Eddie stops, sets him down, and grabs both his hands, looking Steve in the eyes. “Do you remember a few days ago when we were watching Singing in the Rain?”

The last time they’d seen the movie was at least four months ago. “Sure.”

“And you were sighing, all forlorn, and I asked what was wrong? And you said you thought you would’ve liked to dance around with someone in the rain?”

Steve can’t help the laugh. “I’m in love with your brain. That was at least five years ago, Eds.”

Eddie frowns. “No, that can’t be right, that was like, a week ago.”

Steve laughs harder. He can’t tell if the water on his cheeks is rain or tears. He doesn’t really care. “It was at least five years ago,” he assures his boyfriend.

“Huh,” Eddie says, shrugging. “Okay, well, I waited and waited and waited and it never worked out. It either always rained while we were asleep or while we were at work, or if we weren’t either of those things, it was a thunderstorm, and I sure as hell wasn’t gonna take you out in that. So.” He grins, wide and unashamed, and bows, offering Steve a hand. “May I have this dance?”

Steve’s going to die and it’s going to be Eddie’s fault. His heart is just going to give out one day because it can’t take how much he loves Eddie. “Of course,” Steve answers, taking Eddie’s hand, and Eddie lights up, dragging Steve into a crushing hug and pressing their lips together in a bruising kiss. “I love you,” he murmurs against Eddie’s lips. His breath hitches. “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much,” Eddie responds softly, wiping away Steve’s tears. “Happy?”

“Beyond,” Steve answers, floundering for a way to tell Eddie exactly how he’s feeling. But then Eddie smiles at him, and his smile is wobbly, and Steve suddenly knows Eddie knows exactly how he’s feeling.

They sway together for minutes or hours or days, Steve doesn’t know or care, letting the rain on the leaves and the ground be the rhythm they move to, an unhurried dance that somehow means everything.

The rain eventually lets up, and Steve pulls away after a few minutes, so they’re holding hands. “I have a question.”

“Okay.”

“We’ve known each other for a little over eight years now. We saved the world and managed to fall in love in the middle of it. The Shire was burning, we defeated Sauron, and I carried you out of Mordor. Against all odds we made it out alive, and against all odds we made it out of the Shire, and against all odds we made it together. It’s been eight years and every one’s been an adventure. Every day has been an adventure with you. And I may not know what our lives may hold next, but I know whatever the adventure is, I don’t want to do it without you by my side.” He kneels, pulling out the ring, and Eddie gasps, tearing up.

“Stevie-”

“So,” he continues. “Eddie. I know we can’t legally get married. I don’t know if we’ll ever be able to, but I don’t care. I don’t need the government to tell me who I can and can’t marry. I love you, baby, and if you’ll have me, I’ll love you forever. Will you fuck the government and marry me?”

Eddie’s shaking. “That,” he manages after a minute, “was metal as fuck, baby.” He sniffs, shakes his head, and laughs. “Of course. Of course I’ll marry you. We’ll flip off the whole of the government together.”

“Hell yeah,” Steve says, grinning, and stands. “Before you put the ring on, though, there’s something I want you to see.” He turns it, points out the inscription on the inside, and Eddie tackles him with a yell, and they both go down laughing.

“Baby,” Eddie manages after a minute. “Holy shit. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Yeah?” Steve asks rhetorically, and they both watch as he slides the ring onto his fiancé’s finger.

It’s a perfect fit.

#steddieweek2023 #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #platonic stobin #robin buckley #steve and wayne #eddie and wayne munson #wayne munson #did I scare y’all at first?#did I make y’all cry?#I hope so #i hope y’all like it #starambles

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artificial-transmutations · 10 months

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Bully to lover

"Yo, nerd, what's that around your neck?"

Samuel sighed. Jacob's mocking voice was loud and obnoxious, as it has always been.

"Did your mommy dress you with a ribbon today? A nice little girly ribbon?"

Jacob and Samuel had known each other since high school - and knowing each other meant, in this case, one constantly tormenting the other.

Samuel had hoped that after switching to college and, the bullying would stop, but he quickly learned that Jacob simply followed him there. Samuel wasn't sure why Jacob was always so cruel to him. He just liked to bully people, or so Samuel assumed. Maybe Samuel had done something wrong in a past life.

Against better judgment, he answered: "It's a bowtie. Bowties are cool." He added the last sentence although he knew fair well that the Doctor Who reference was completely lost on Jacob. He was a real meathead. To be honest, Samuel had no idea how he was able to get by in college. He had failed a lot, but somehow, he managed to not be expelled.

"You don't look cool. You look more like a girly boy." Jacob laughed.

Samuel hated that Jacob always tried to make him angry. His plan was to keep calm and wait until Jacob found someone else to annoy. However, that was a difficult feat, since Samuel was Jacob's most favorite victim. Usually, the hurtful comments focused quickly on Samuel's sexuality as well. He was openly gay and for some reason, which seemed to be a constant cause for harassment from Jacob's side. And that in the year 2023.

"Just go away." Samuel snapped at Jacob.

"Oh, so you think you can tell me what to do? You're a nobody. Don't you understand that yet?" Jacob grinned a superior grin at him. As usual, he was followed by a small flock of equally intelligent jocks that laughed at everything he said. Samuel didn't even look at them, keeping his eyes on Jacob's. He had no desire to get into a fight with him. He just wanted to be left in peace after all. Besides, he was sure that he would lose any fight against him.

"Maybe you need to be taught a lesson, nerd. How about a nice little dive in the toilet bowl? Or a night in the lockers?"

Both were no new experiences for Samuel, although, luckily, physical abuse had become rarer in college than it had been in high school. Still, the danger was real that Jacob would follow through with his threats if Samuel wasn't careful.

"That's a great idea, Jacob. I think I will go do just that." Samuel replied and turned around to get to his room. He had to be careful though. Jacob wouldn't let him leave without a fight.

"Ohhh. Is the little faggot afraid now? Are you running home to your mother?" Jacob mocked and his friends snickered.

"I don't want any trouble. I just want to get my things and go."

"Then why don't you? What are you waiting for?" Jacob said.

He didn't move from the spot, blocking Samuel's way. Samuel sighed. This was one of those days where the confrontation would get physical. He just wished that he would be stronger. Or, better yet, that Jacob and him just got along better.

Unbeknownst to Samuel, but beknownst to us, a sprite had listened in on the encounter and clapped his hands to fulfill Samuel's wishes.

Jacob, as if in slow motion, raised his arms to grab Samuel and pull him forward. The moment before his fingers touched him, he stopped. No matter what, he could never harm Samuel. Where did that thought come from? He was still holding Samuel by the collar and looked down on the weaker man, but he suddenly saw him in another light. His chest felt weird, too. A fluttering sensation. Something was wrong with his body. His breathing changed and he looked back at his friends with a worried expression. They looked back at him, confused about why he stopped and looked so weird.

He looked at Samuel again and noticed things he never noticed before. His eyes, for example. He had always thought they were plain brown. But they were blue, just like Jacob's, but with a little bit more sparkle to them.

The fluttering sensation continued to grow inside his chest, as well as a deepening feeling of - Jacob wasn't sure what this feeling was. It was the most intense and strongest emotion he had ever experienced. He tried to say something but couldn't find the words. What had just happened? Why was his heart beating so hard?

"What is it, Jacob?" one of the jocks asked.

"I don't know! Something is wrong here!"

Samuel looked up to him and their eyes met. For some reason, they were almost on eye level now. As hard as he wanted to, Jacob couldn't avert his gaze from Samuel's eyes. They were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"Jacob?" Samuel asked. "Are you alright?" His voice was soft and without any anger.

The sound of his voice made Jacob shudder. He felt... weird. Weird and good, and all that at the same time.

He noticed that he was still holding Samuel by the collar and let him go. "I... I'm fine. I guess..."

He wanted to ask Samuel to leave, but his lips couldn't form the words. Samuel's lips, on the other hand, formed a smile that made Jacob's heart beat faster again. Everything about Samuel was just so... new. His blue eyes, his lips, his nose, his skin. Jacob wanted to touch him but wasn't sure where to start.

Jacob had to look up to see Samuel's face. There was a bit of stubble on it, and below that, Samuel still wore the bow tie - just like the eleventh doctor did! Samuel didn't bother to put on a shirt, and Jacob could see his muscular physique well, the dancing bulges of muscle under his skin. On his chest, and in his arms, the cobblestone road leading down to his...

Jacob had to look away. He felt really weird, and he wasn't sure why. This was the first time he ever felt like this. He could feel Samuel looking at him, and he looked back at him, although he couldn't explain what it was that drew him into his eyes.

Suddenly, he felt the strong hands of Samuel on the back of his head, pulling him closer, until their lips met. Jacob was shocked at first, but it didn't take long before he gave in to the kiss and relaxed. Samuel's lips were warm and soft. It felt like the world stood still around him and all he felt was Samuel's body and lips.

The kiss continued for what seemed an eternity, and Jacob didn't want it to end, but eventually they had to part. He smiled at the big Samuel, and Samuel smiled back at the thin, twinkish Jacob. They didn't need words and they didn't care about those watching jocks. All that mattered was that they had found each other at last. Besides, nobody would dare to say anything with a big man like Samuel around.

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muddledbabbling · 5 months

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radical inclusivity is integral to the lgbtq+ community.

we are all in the same boat of otherness in the eyes of cishetnormative society, it does no good to infight over labels deemed contradictory or embarrassing.

it hurts no one if a man identifies as a lesbian or if someone uses neopronouns. it does not ‘make us look bad,’ it does not ‘bring down the movement.’ it is unabashed queerness.

those who wish harm upon the lgbtq+ community wish harm upon ALL of us. there are no exceptions for those who bootlick or attempt to conform.

a multisexual spectrum gay looks the same as a monosexual gay to those who want gays dead.

peace to old and new queer folk, peace to faggots, dykes, and transsexuals, peace to gays, lesbians, and transgender persons, peace to those i don’t understand and those i do, peace to the lgbtq+ community for ever and ever.

#babbling #lgbtq+#lgbtq+ community #lgbtq+ unity #queer #queer community #queer unity #gay #lesbian #transgender #mspec lesbian #mspec gay #neopronouns #reclaimed slurs #radical inclusivity #radical inclusion #public service announcement

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wispstalk · 29 days

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20 questions for writers

under the cut. Thanks to @everybodyknows-everybodydies for tagging🖤

Tagging back: @nuwanders @jiubilant @ervona @ehlnofay @druidx @blossom-adventures @sylvienerevarine @throughtrialbyfire @da3drat no pressure

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Five

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

198327

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just elder scrolls. I have a feeling that's gonna be it for me. I've been tempted to write stardew valley fic lately which would perhaps be classed as "crack" (I know what that is in theory but the way people use it makes no sense to me) but I took a cursory look at the tag and I don't think the stardew valley fandom is ready for a ray fic lmao

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Well. I have five.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try 🫠 it haunts me how often I've left my beloved mutuals on read..... but if that's u and I did, I am telepathically beaming this: !!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Making out sloppy style etc etc

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

lol. lmao even

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

.....within AO3 I guess it's "Morning" but also that's set at a refugee camp? I will say the skyrim story will have a more peaceful ending but up until now fic writing has been an outlet for my thwarted rage and covid brain damage soooo

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I mean this is generally a culture of positive feedback. Someone did yell at me once for hitting martin septim with the transgender beam which is a level of no-life-havin loserdom which could be classed as "hate" but came off as pure cope and seethe

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I really bristle at the word smut sorry its too cutesy. I was a prodomme for seven years I don't do euphemisms lol. I wrote a sex scene into IITT to see how I felt about writing sex scenes. I learned that I am only interested in writing them if they serve specific functions. I have absolutely zero judgment toward anyone who wants to write about fuckin and suckin, that's just not why I'm here

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No but recently my household watched game of thrones together and my bf and his brother were cracking jokes like what if one of these medieval characters had a gundam. Neither of them read fic so I was like don't be too entertained by yourselves. I bet that has been written. looked it up on ao3 and sure as shit

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I'm not gonna lie I did find a fic where someone very obviously ripped me off but I don't wanna call them out. One specific instance where they bit my style was so clumsily applied as to be obvious, but their prose in general was fantastic so like. who care.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not as far as I know but that would make me holler

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Nope. I'm not opposed to the idea but it's hard to imagine how I'd do this given my process. I think I'd be pretty difficult to work with

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

?!? I dunno I don't have one. I put a lot of effort into writing martinhok but I could not say that one, due to how overwhelmingly heterosexual the tag is. I'm sorry but can everyone who's not a faggot please pipe down

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have my moments with the skyrim wip. I've signed myself up for something pretty complicated and challenging but I also learned that I can finish things so I'm not really worried about it. The fact of the matter is: I do not care if this is good. It matters that it is done so I can move on with my life. If parts of it are boring and overlong that's yalls problem

16. What are your writing strengths?

I get a lot of compliments on my worldbuilding. I do think a lot about the minutiae of material culture and think I have a talent for incorporating detail in engaging ways

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm a cornball. This is a corny activity. I don't really care because I'm doing it for free. Enjoy the unsolicited view into an internet stranger's terrible psyche

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I try to apply with a light hand. I'm a dumbass sheltered American and I can mostly make myself understood in a Spanish-speaking country but that's about it. I like playing around with language and the idea of multilingual societies matters to me so I include it, but I'm not a linguist so I try to work within my limits. Whether I am successful at this is up to others.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Elder scrolls. Never felt compelled until i spent a winter playing oblivion and went wow this game has an incredibly bleak narrative behind a silly aesthetic. Oops now I'm in a lore pit

20. Favorite fic you've written?

The Nature of Fire is my best prose hands down. I'm gonna be real with y'all I am desperate for people to read it. It is genuinely the best I can do at this point and if you like what I've done so far, well, whatever u read sucks compared to this fic.

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 3 months

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The breaking point

"We are better off without you, you know?" Regulus said it in English now. Which hurt even worse. Because that meant Barty and Remus would understand it. Regulus just wanted to humiliate him. It reminded Sirius of Walburga. "There is peace!" Regulus exclaimed next "No more fights. No more tantrums. No more yelling..."

"That's not true" Sirius whispered swallowing his tears. That wasn't a peaceful home. He wasn’t the only one that provoked fights and yells. Orion and Walburga fought all the time. Walburga was constantly yelling.

Regulus was just saying that because he was pissed. He was angry that Sirius left. But how could he not? Regulus had witnessed what they'd done to him. Why was he on their side? What if they brainwashed him? Put him against him?

"I care about you, Sirius. But please don't come back" Regulus swallowed. And Sirius saw ghosts of tears on his eyes "It doesn't work with you, Gryffindor. You are too chaotic"

Sirius’s body shook with anger. That anger made him move. He wanted to shake some sense into his brother. And he felt even more anger when Remus's arms wrapped around him. Stopping him.

"You are a fucking wanker!!"

Regulus was more inteligent than this. How could he let them change him?

"Je suis désolé"

Sirius wanted to slap Regulus until he got some sense of what he was saying. He wanted desperately to get his brother back on his side. If he ever was.

"Sirius, please" If only Remus could let him go.

"Let me go, Remus!!" Sirius roared.

Regulus just observed. He only observed. His friend Barty was looking at him with amusement. He was with his little camera again. That weirdo.

"Careful Sirius" Barty said. "You know, I know what your case is... It's called... Suppressed Homosexuality..."

Sirius froze. He felt his body shivering with panic. How could he?? Sirius hadn't said anything about what happened to his friends. A little bit to Euphemia but he didn't dare speak about the matter. But apparently Regulus had said everything to Crouch. Bloody Crouch!! Sirius hated that he knew. He hated that he was judging him just like Regulus was doing. Sirius felt betrayed and naked and vulnerable. He hated it. And worse. Remus had heard it. Remus who was too intelligent. Remus who had kissed Sirius last term. He was going to jump into conclusions.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" He yelled at Barty, struggling to free himself "WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM?" Sirius yelled at Regulus with fury.

Finally poor skinny Remus couldn't contain Sirius and he freed himself, pushing his brother against the wall, grabbing him by his collar. Regulus's eyes were looking at him with fear but his expression was of exhaustion. Like he was tired if Sirius outbursts, with Sirius’s bullshit. He was also proving his point. Sirius was the crazy one.

"You are so stupid, Regulus!" Sirius was scolding him. Because he couldn't believe he was turning into one of them. Only a few months had passed since Sirius left Grimmauld Place and Regulus was different. "You are so bloody stupid, Regulus!"

Sirius shook him as tears ran down his cheeks. Regulus seemed to be holding his. He clenched his teeth and pushed Sirius away.

"Stop touching me!" Regulus exclaimed "Go with your new family and your new brother!" then his eyes turned towards Remus for a second then to Sirius again "Faggot" he added whispering.

Sirius pushed him into the wall again, with more force and more anger. Now Sirius was blind with the urge to hurt him.

"Bastard! You fucking bastard!!" Sirius yelled, wrapping his hand around his brother's neck. He didn't know what he was capable of. Regulus struggled to free himself. Remus and Barty were yelling and trying to break them apart. But Sirius didn't listen. He was blind with rage, with sadness, with desperation.

Sirius would have continued if it wasn't for another pair of arms dragging him away. Those arms were stronger and ticker than Remus's or Barty's.

Sirius was embarrassed to see James pushing him away.

"What the fuck are you doing??" he asked, eyes full of disappointment "What is going on here?"

Sirius was still panting and crying with the adrenaline.

"Sirius, that's your little brother"

Regulus was caughing as his friend checked on him. Everyone was looking at Sirius as if he had gone mental. Barty, Peter, James. Except for Remus. Remus was avoiding his gaze. Sirius was embarrassed. He always lost control. He was like a monster unable to control his anger and impulses. Exactly that had provoked Orion into hitting him repeatedly.

"You're wrong, Potter" Regulus clenched his jaw as his eyes fixed on Sirius "He is not my brother anymore"

"You little piece of..." Sirius wanted to approach again. But James placed a hand on his chest, avoiding it.

But Regulus didn't care anymore. He turned to his friend. "Let's go, Barty"

"Yeah"

Regulus gave Sirius a sad look before walking away.

When the Slytherins were gone, Sirius was still breathing hard. Adrenaline was wearing off, and everything that happened came back to his brain. Everything Regulus had said began hurting.

"Pads..." James tried to say something. But Sirius stopped him.

"Nah, Prongs" he said, swallowing the tears "I want to be alone, please"

Sirius didn't even look at Remus, although he could feel his eyes on him. Sirius just turned and ran away before any of his friends could say anything.

#The Blacks got Sirius’s worst side #And unfortunately that was all Regulus saw #The toxic environment of the Black Family stained their relationship #marauders #maraudersera #muggle au #sirius black #regulus black #the black brothers #remus lupin #barty crouch jr #james potter #wolfstar

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jaegerisim · 6 months

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you know what? i'm not even going on anon for this. oh my GOD you have some of the worst fucking takes i have ever seen like dude what. What. several things. how are you gonna say eddie fans suck when you have taylor fucking swift in your bio like that's already a red flag in itself. yeah, you are the problem! congratulations, should we have a parade? you want a fucking medal? i dunno. try being a faggot metalhead in small town america with an alcoholic dickhead for a father and come back and tell me what you think of eddie, what you think of billy. you're entitled to your opinions but jesus fucking christ, you don't have to be a dick about it. that sounds hypocritical because i'm definitely being a dick right now but you're doing it every fucking day. let people live for fucks sake. if someone feels seen in/enjoys a character that you don't like, who cares? none of your goddamn business. i think will's annoying as fuck but i'm not gonna tell people who like bill that they're vapid or pieces of shit. live and let live, jesus fucking christ. i hope you can find some peace in your heart for real. being this much of a hater must fucking suck

hi. 🩷

why did you come here to tell me this? what do you want me to, bro? give you a round of applause idk, man.

"taylor fucking swift in your bio like that's already a red flag in itself. yeah, you are the problem! congratulations, should we have a parade? you want a fucking medal?" 🤓☝

billy is a fucking piece of shit just like you so lmaoo i have every right to shit on him. also "let ppl live" i didn't send hate to anyone bro. i just said a character is fucking disgusting. unlike you who comes here to insult me lol. touch grass and get a life. so ironic that you go around saying "live and let ppl live" lmfao

you after being the most hateful person ever: "being this much of a hater must fucking suck".

go back to thirsting over white racist men who enjoy trying to run 13 y.o black boys and abusing little girls <333

this is you while writing this btw <3

#you are ridiculous bro #clowncore #hate #you are not fucking cool or edgy by doing this fyi #also ur bio says “18 and numb” it should be “18 and dumb”#you reek of pretentious white 18 yo queer lib #fucking disgusting

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sassysoulstranger · 5 months

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Michael Afton x Charlotte Emily (Siren) AU

Mermaids are nymphs of the sea who deceive sailors with their great beauty and the sweetness of their song; from head to navel they have the body of a virgin and a human shape, but they have a scaly fish tail which they always hide in the sea.

But do not be fooled by their beauty, they are a symbol of bad luck. They can swim through fresh water to reach rivers and lakes to drown their victims, making you think they are drowning people. They are rumoured to be able to cure diseases.

Many legends told by sailors say that they are large monsters, up to 600m long, capable of sinking ships without leaving a trace.

What makes them feared is their beautiful voice, which can hypnotise you. So sweet, tender and melodious, it is said that they inhabit the islands and lure sailors with such a song, causing them to collide with the reefs and drag them to the depths of the ocean to eat them.

-Sirens…- he murmured, deep in thought. He leaned against the railing and read an old book that the librarian, Henry Emily, had recommended to him. He doesn't believe in such things, but for a boat trip like this, it's something to keep him entertained.

He almost dropped the book into the sea It was just Jeremy smiling mockingly at him with a mop in his hand, he frowned and sighed.

-I just wanted to take my mind off things, it's boring just looking at the horizon- He wasn't lying, there was just water, water and more water, not a sign of another boat or rocks.

-Genius, if you are so bored you can clean the gunwale yourself. Your only job is to make sure we don't go straight into the reefs and sink the boat- Jeremy continued scrubbing the floor with more intensity.

-I was in charge of cleaning the gunwale before you, I have a lot more boat experience than you- he mocked his friend, sticking out his tongue and laughing with him, his attention returning to the ocean and a peace filling him at the stillness of the water.

-How long do you think it will take us to get home?- Jeremy was standing next to him now, admiring the ocean in the same way, although unlike him, he seemed a little anxious.

-Michael watched the dolphins chasing each other in the distance, but I'm pretty sure it'll only take us three days to get there.

-What do you base that on?

-Well, I've been sailing the same boat with Dad for years, let's just say that in these areas where there are dolphins it would take us three days to see land, and if we had a mishap it would take us another day- they were silent for a long time.

Jeremy cleared his throat-I mean, sometimes the sailors in the harbour talk about ships disappearing lately, and in a way I was a bit nervous when I got on this boat.

-So why did you come?- Jeremy leaned his arms on the railing and looked down to see his blurred silhouette in the water.

-I hate being called a not real man every time we say goodbye at the harbour, I'm always the laughing stock of most of the citizens, they've even given me a nickname like faggot- Michael softened his gaze as he saw tears peeking out of his friend's eyes, -even my mother thinks that, it makes me feel hurt, I don't want her to be disappointed in me.

Michael put his hand on his friend's back to comfort him.

-Hey, most of the assholes you meet on the docks are drunk shits who've been divorced more than three times, it's not like they're the pride of the town. I like you a lot better than all of them, and just because you're a wimp or too sentimental doesn't make you any less of a man, you're a great mate just the way you are.

Unexpectedly, Jeremy hugged Michael with tears in his eyes but a big smile on his face, which made him laugh and return the hug. They parted in a comfortable silence, Michael now telling little anecdotes of his father's travels. From the most peaceful to the most terrifying he had ever experienced in his life.

They were now in the cabins where Jeremy was staying, Michael sitting next to Jeremy's bed, who was leaning curiously on the book Michael had on the table.

-Do you believe in mermaids?- the question surprised him.

-Why the question?

-I've seen you reading the same page all day, you didn't even notice me when I was cleaning near you,Jeremy grabbed the book and looked for the page he was talking about -Right here, unless you have some unknown fetish- he looked at him flirtatiously as he wiggled him eyebrows up and down, causing Michael to laugh.

-Stop- he grab the book between laughs and look at the page with the silhouette of a mermaid, his expression softening a little- I'm just curious, the librarian talks a lot about mermaids, every time I go to get some books for the trip he warns me about them Not that I believe in such things, I've never seen one or another craft warn of them.

-Perhaps those who heard them are in the depths of the ocean- Jeremy scoffed -that would explain the disappearance of many ships.

-Of course, if you take away the fact that many idiots believe that the ocean is a game and that they should take every little warning lightly.- Both young men were startled to see William leaning against the door with his arms crossed and a threatening look on his face -If you've stopped playing games, I'll need you to start securing the knots, Michael.

-Yes, sir- Michael said, a little discouraged, but he got up immediately and walked out of the cabins.

-I suggest you get some sleep, Jeremy- William spoke more calmly now -we'll start early tomorrow, I don't want any delays.

-Yes, sir- William gave him a nod before closing the door and heading for the cellar.

Michael could still hear the lively music and laughter of some of the sailors from inside the ship, at this time of night it was common for some of them to take the liberty of relaxing, and he could also secure the things on the gunwale more quietly without distraction.

The night was beautiful, the moon illuminating everything around him and the sea was clear. He checked each of the assigned knots, that nothing was out of place, that everything was in order, that it would be safe while the rest of the crew slept, that the night watchmen would not have to worry about the rest.

Michael continued on his way until he reached the side of the ship where he admired the beauty of the moon, the icy breeze and the movement of the waves.

He wanted to admire the beauty of the scenery before returning to get ready for bed, but in addition to the loud sound of the passing waves, a melody could be heard in the distance.

It was high pitched, the more he concentrated on finding its source the closer he could hear it, a fleeting thought crossed his mind that it was a mermaid, it couldn't be just any animal, it sounded like a woman's song and it was coming from the sea.

Michael moved closer to the shore and saw something moving through the water, the silhouette looked human and was moving in circles. Her singing grew louder and the silhouette in the water now seemed to be swimming to the surface.

Then he saw her, a slender, fair-skinned woman with beautifully straightened auburn hair. She was singing in a lulling coo, almost heavenly to anyone's ears, and Michael was impressed by what he saw.

Her cooing stopped and she looked up at him, her eyes glowing in the dark, he wasn't sure what colour they were, but she looked frightened to see him. The silence seemed to last forever between the two of them, just admiring each other, until the sound of footsteps behind Michael scared the girl away.

-Wait!- He could see no trace of her, as if she had never been there.

-Mr Afton, your father sent me to make sure everything is all right- Michael did not answer,-Mr Afton?

-It's all right, Dave.- Michael didn't dare look him in the eye and walked into the cabin.

He didn't wait for an answer and hurried back to his quarters, something about this night didn't feel real. The woman's face would not leave his mind.

#michael afton #fnaf marlie #charlie emily #michael afton x charlie emily #michael afton and charlie emily #marlie mermaid au

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callmearcturus · 1 year

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I'm honestly very grateful to this bluesite for just demolishing my flinch reactions to cunt and faggot.

/points up. That may be the first time I've ever written those words without self-censoring them. And heads up, those words are going to come up a lot in the following paragraphs.

I remember the first time I reconsidered the term faggot actually. I was still following Cecil Baldwin (of Welcome to Night Vale) on Twitter (yanno, back when twitter was a thing) and he was on a flight or something and posted that he was reading a book called Faggot Wisdom and shared some excerpts.

And my immediate mental reaction, which thankfully did not leave my brain, was "I wish you wouldn't use that term."

And that stopped me dead in my fucking tracks because wow, what the actual fuck, self? Cecil Baldwin is a faggot, that is the term he has casually used in the past, and its something that he identifies with. He's an HIV-positive gay man who has likely been through shit I cannot imagine as someone who exists in that nebulous space of having enough fame to have a following and notoriety but not enough to, like, afford the insulation that celebrities have.

That was like the literally day and moment I decided I needed to break my flinch reaction to faggot. Because the people I care about are faggots, and to some (okay, many), I am a faggot. And the one thing I know from the bottom of my fucking heart is that whoever is being called a faggot is my ally and I will defend them.

/points up. All of that was still difficult to type and I'm resisting the urge to redact some of it, but I am also a conscious human who has control of my actions, so I will not. But the important thing is that I'm not flinching anymore. I currently lack the power and confidence to use faggot casually, but maybe I will get there one day. I will not, however, shy from it anymore.

The same goes for cunt. (Context, I am an American from the South/Midwest.) I grew up with the understanding that I would never ever in my life even think of uttering the word cunt to another human being, that is was The Big Misogynist Slur as it reduces women down to their use for sex and reproduction. And I nodded along to that for a very long time, it made sense.

But these days, I have... essentially no inclination to attach the vagina to women, lmao. Everyone is a work in progress, but I am fairly pleased and at peace with how my brain doesn't really make the boobs/vag = woman connection anymore. Someone's gender is mental and emotional and maybe spiritual, and their body is just the vehicle carrying all of that around, yanno?

So the Hip And New trend of tumblr using cunt in the specific comedic way we now do has been extremely helpful in decoding that flinch reaction to the word. It's a funny word! It can convey so much so quickly! And on this hellsite, it has no gender connotation. Everyone, regardless of their biology or gender identity, can serve cunt, and that's great.

I think I have to work a bit to get to the point of uses these terms myself, but. They are my terms and they don't need to hurt me, and I don't want to give them power to hurt others.

BIG SIGH. Anyway. Just something I was thinking about.

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transmascpetewentz · 8 months

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Nontransmascs, what do you even want us to do?

What the fuck has even happened? I thought that shit was getting better for transmascs, but now pretty much every community has decided that it doesn't want us, and if it does, it only wants us if we're content with being treated less than human. And even more so if we're gay, and maybe even choose to express attraction to men.

What else do y'all want us to do? What does it take to be seen and respected like a fucking human being instead of a type of faggot whose only purpose is to take constant abuse? Where do I go where I can exist in peace? Where, in this universe, is there a place where I don't have to choose between being a cuntboy who knows her place and being a monster to be destroyed?

What the fuck do y'all want me to do anymore?

(All of these questions are rhetorical, so think twice about what you want to accomplish before you try to reply with a "gotcha" that I've probably heard a million times before. You will be blocked if you attempt to tone-police. This is a vent post, and I am under no obligation to word this the way that you want me to word it.)

#wentz.txt #transandrophobia

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transfem lottie calling transmasc r a faggot during sex would bring peace and love to planet earth.. She’d be sooo mean but talk to you in a fake-nice voice and baby u when u start whining like “aww.. you can take it, can’t you? My good boy.. relax your throat, you little faggot <3” OH MY GOD. Thought of her grabbing my jaw and spitting in my mouth got so hard i burst a blood vessel.

started blushing and giggling when i first saw this like Wow.....

praising you for being "such a good faggot" for taking her cock in your ass so well :( but I NEED HER TO BE MEAN TO MEEE 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 telling u to breathe while she shoves her dick down ur throat bc you cant stop gagging on her length. all she wants to do is use your pretty little mouth for her own pleasure but you can't take all of her :( she gets 'mad' and grips your jaw, shoving three fingers in your mouth so she can help you practice taking her cock :3 she gets off on your gags tho goddddd

"you sound like such a fag when you gag for me like that. good boy."

#lottie matthews thoughts 💭

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dropitdoeeyes · 4 months

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im thinking about ygraine hnoc she has quite literally no information on her. shes MY character now i do what i want. shes like my lyf. peace and love on planet faggot

#chattering #hnoc #🦈

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grox · 10 months

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Obviously worthless white ass mixed guys like me are nowhere near the main target of antiblackness but there is such a disgusting fucking uniquely dangerous view of the world you may gain from having a black mother and coming out white anyway not even white for real just not that black and she raises you white as she can because you can pass as anything other than black but you dont even look normal or act normall at all you look and act like a freak. And the fucking fact that you have to give something up and its not even your choice to make its your parents choice its literally your culture or survival but thats the fucking evil of it we will never fucking survive no matter fucking what because guess what even though I was raised white I was raised white by my mother and even if I fucked a disgusting blonde racist nordic guy somehow and had kids those kids would still be fucked up because I was fucked up too & its not that simple. Its just not. And its the anriblackness that even black people hold because of the evil ass world that makes them do shit like this where its like God I had a horrible life as a black woman I dont want that for my child. And it has to be a painful choice like theres no way its not because in order to make this choice you have to be aware of this shit. You cant not fucking be. And either it doesn't work and the choice to pass it on is now up to the child upon reaching adulthood or it works and the child grows up with a hole in its chest because like there is no place for it in this world. We're never fucking getting out of this. we never are. Like society will never fucking know peace. Ever never ever never ever. You grow up seeing the shit your mother and aunts and shit go through and you talk about it with them because they cant confide in their husbands and they know this. and they know you both understand how messed up it all is. And them you see them putting other black people through the same shit and its just like. I'm sorry. But white people have won. Like they did. They split us all apart they fucking tricked us into doing this shit to one another in america. & you end up with such an intimate view of the fucking evil but it just doesn't fuck with you that much it wants your mom it wants your grandpa. But it will always. Keep its fucking eye on you. And your children. And theirs. Because there comes a point where you know what. Maybe they are white now. Maybe you did successfully take the black out of them and now they'll go on to keep making shit be evil. Maybe they're fucking devils on earth because nobody ever sat them down real quick with the "Btw your black" not even their parents like a stranger on xbox live trying to hurt them could have done just put like, a tiny sliver of you need to think about shit like think reeeeal hard for a moment at least or kill yoirseld in their head. Maybe I'm that point and I'm nothing more than a fucking delusional racist guy. What can you do. Literally what can you even do. Just witness it. blog about it faggot. Everybody needs to die at the same time so nobody can be blamed and we all go to heaven. I feel tainted

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