#old thing i have on drafts

[blue-mood-blue]

I’ve grown to appreciate the aus where Shen Yuan enters the story as “Shen Yuan” - same name, probably similar face, generally able to interact with PIDW as himself and change the story through his added presence. I like the sense of “if only you’d been here, things might have been better the first time around” of it all.

And I was thinking, it’s a funny coincidence in that scenario that someone named Shen Yuan gets put into… another Shen Yuan. What are the chances? What a weird twist of fate that Airplane would pick out the name that his most dedicated critic could slip into seamlessly.

What about a version where it’s not coincidence at all?

Airplane goes to school with a kid named Shen Yuan. He’s prickly and hard to approach and a little intense, but Airplane is persistent. In fairness, Airplane is relentless - and maybe it’s a good thing that they end up being friends, because they’re a little too much for anyone else to handle. They balance each other out. They’re the “weird kids” in class and they’re okay with that, because even when they don’t have any words for it, they know they’re not like their classmates, not really. That’s okay; they don’t want to be.

Recesses and breaks are consumed with the elaborate stories that Airplane wants to tell, and all the holes Shen Yuan pokes into them. It’s not mean-spirited, though, even though Shen Yuan isn’t the kind to temper his words. It’s passionate. He cares about those stories the way Airplane cares about them, and it can’t be mistaken for anything else when they lean together conspiratorially across the lunchroom table. They’ve both got notebooks filled with details and characters and monsters. Shen Yuan’s practically got a whole bestiary sketched out in wobbly childhood attempts at art, entries fervently scrawled beside them. Airplane prattles out plots nonstop, always with the promise of shining eyes and being asked “what happens next?”

They come up with a whole world together. Airplane’s going to write about it someday. Shen Yuan is going to read every word.

Shen Yuan misses school. Shen Yuan starts missing school a lot.

Airplane goes to the hospital room instead. He doesn’t think to worry, because Shen Yuan is okay - that’s what he says. He looks okay, and he’s a kid, and it doesn’t feel real that anything bad should happen to a kid. He doesn’t think to worry. He doesn’t think to say goodbye.

It’s one of the older Shen brothers who catches him on the way up to the room one day, in the hallway just outside - snaps at him to go the fuck home, and when Airplane hesitates, pushes him into the elevator and tells him not to come back. “Tells” is a generous way to describe the way the words come out - a growl, a hiss, the sound an animal would make when a hand got too close to a wound.

(It’s not fair to name a villain after him, even if the name never really comes up in the story. He wasn’t trying to be mean. He’d lost a brother minutes before, and he was getting his brother’s friend out of the way so he didn’t have to… see. It isn’t fair, but then, none of it is fair.)

Death feels very real after that.

The notebooks get shoved into a closet, and it’s not until Airplane’s moving out and one falls on him from a high shelf that he thinks about it again. He’s written things, lots of things, but nothing as ambitious as this - nothing as important. It could be good, he considers. He’d promised. Shen Yuan wanted to read it.

The problem was that no one else does, not for a long time, not until Airplane has whittled himself and his art into a corner and into such an unfamiliar shape that he has to wonder how it’s still his own face he sees in the mirror. He has to eat. He has to pay rent. Shen Yuan would yell at him, but Shen Yuan isn’t there to yell at him, and who cares. Who cares if it could have been better? The people who actually are here love it, and it’s paying his bills, and sometimes stories don’t go the way they’re supposed to and the world is fucking unfair. It doesn’t matter.

(It does. But he shoves that thought away along with styrofoam cups and soda bottles to the bottom of a garbage bag.)

Authors are not gods and their power is limited, but Airplane exercises just a sliver of what he’s been granted and gifts an inconsequential sort of immortality. He thinks about making him a rogue cultivator, maybe the kind that goes around documenting beasts and compiling his findings. He thinks about making him someone too powerful for death to touch, or too important to threaten, but when Airplane looks at the world he crafted and everything that’s become of it, it feels like the kindest thing he can do for Shen Yuan is a childhood where he’s loved, and a death that’s peaceful. What does it say about that world, that he’d kill off his best friend too early again instead of making him live there?

(The best writing he ever does is the only, shining moment of humanity that his scum villain ever displays: a lament about death that comes too early, about a brother gone too soon. The commenters praise him. The commenters flatter over how real the emotions feel. The commenters don’t get any response from Airplane on that chapter.)

Death is incredibly real when it comes for him too early, too, still hovering over his keyboard with the story technically finished and incredibly incomplete. Airplane could tell himself that’s because the written version can never be the version in the writer’s head, always shifting and with every possibility still on the table, but he knows better than that. The System knows better than that, with its condescending message about “improving” his writing and “closing plot holes” and “achieving his original vision”...

…and he’s a child again. He’s a child in his own story, he’s Shang Qinghua now without the benefit yet of a peak or cultivation or anything, and maybe he’s a little bitter, and a little scared, and…

And Shen Yuan - with longer hair, with robes, with a couple of older kids watching him from across the street, but undeniably the prickly little boy who used to sit down imperiously across from him and tell him everything that was wrong with the chuck of writing that had been handed to him last period, but with that smile that said he was only invested because he knew it could be better and they were going to make it better - marches up to him with a fire in his eyes and a frown that warns of a coming tirade.

“You told it wrong,” is the first thing he says.

Shang Qinghua wants to ask how him how he’s here, how this is possible, or maybe laugh because, yeah - yeah, Shen Yuan has no goddamn idea how wrong he got absolutely everything.

(Shang Qinghua wants to say “I missed you” and “why did you leave so soon” but he’s here now. He’s right here.)

“I know,” he says instead. “I’m sorry. It all kind of… spiraled out of control.”

Shen Yuan frowns, but then it dissipates the way it always does, and his eyes shine with ideas the way they always used to. “That’s okay,” he relents, grabbing for his hand. “We’ll fix it. We’ll make it what it was supposed to be.”

#scum villain self saving system #svsss #shang qinghua #shen yuan #airplane shooting towards the sky #this got more into the feelings than i thought it would #surprising no one #anyway just! childhood friends au! as a reason for a shen yuan insert! #obviously he is not going to die as a child in this version #shang qinghua would not have that nope not again #also pls consider poor shen jiu who looks at this child that shen yuan has picked out for a best friend like '...really? that one??' #(it's up to you if he's shen yuan's actual brother from his first life) #(put there's a part of me that likes the idea that shen jiu also gets a second chance to spend more time with his brother) #a second chance for them to grow up together! #THAT SAID #RIP TO SHANG QINGHUA #WHEN SHEN YUAN IS OLD ENOUGH TO LEARN ABOUT ALL THE PAPAPA #the LOOKS shang qinghua is going to get #anyway here have a thing because I CANNOT add another au to my drafts thank you and goodbyyyyye

[pbnmj]

tfw the man you love against your better judgement gets a kid to help him with his photojournalism and dies trying to expose the criminal he's been blackmailing and then the kid puts on a uniform that's way too big for him and calls himself spider-man after ben urich and you know he's going to get killed trying to serve justice to all the criminals in new york. and now there's a sixteen year old kid bleeding out on felicia's doorstep and again despite her better judgement, she cares. how much of that is a misplaced sense of responsibility for her dead lover, and how much of that is the deep feeling of injustice over how this child is the one fighting, and how felicia knows that she could never turn him away. what then </3

#we need more jaded old man who hates everyone and is overly harsh to the young girl theyre protecting but they end up like family #except the its a jaded old woman and a young boy. and i think noir peter felicia could be set up like this :) #especially bc i rly dont think felicia has a parental bone in her body. the dynamics get better/worse due to this #i really really need that feeling of guilt and helplessness and the 'YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER' fight with them #i also think they need to have an awkward touching talk about ben and the mess he leaves behind and EVERYTHING #first thing that is coming out of the drafts in so long and its deranged noir takes what else did anyone expect tbh #spider-man noir #spiderman noir #peter parker #felicia hardy #my art #noir #felicia

[inkskinned]

what is considered "beautiful" by society is inevitably sexist, racist, ableist, classist, transphobic, and bigoted. it targets and attacks any perceived difference, and it particularly villainizes women of color while co-opting aesthetics; as if features and cultural norms can be worn as accessories.

and the scary thing! you can see all of these things, know them to be true logically, and also know that you are treated better if you are perceived as beautiful. if you have ever been treated as "ugly", you know exactly how much society reviles you if you don't manage to scamper along and perform to their rules.

and how are you supposed to balance that? do you want a nose job to fix your broken nose, or have you just recently been seeing videos about how many people look better after nose jobs. do you want to lose weight to feel good, or is it that when you lose weight people treat you better. do you want to wear this outfit, or is it just the thing that's least likely to get you harassed. do you want to get lip injections for your reasons or is your whole reason that you don't feel beautiful unless you get those lip injections?

and the definitions shift. the goals get more specific. in the way that you only become aware of your tongue when someone mentions it; parts of your body are introduced as problems. i had never heard the term "hip dip" until about a year ago - and it was in the context of how to get rid of this. i'm 30, i know this shit is invented, and yet! i still find that strange voice saying but do you think someone is going to notice?

how the fuck am i supposed to say "this is my genuine choice i am making for my body" when i also know that years of my life have been spent socializing me to accept this as my inevitable fate? how do i know i'm actually doing this out of love for my body - or am i doing it for how i want others to see me, which will be lovely enough to feel loved? how am i supposed to recover when my unhealthy habits are seen as self-discipline but if i relax i'm openly mocked for "letting time win"? how the fuck am i supposed to say "i'm doing it for me" when i'm also very aware that i'm doing it to stop myself from being teased or demeaned? is it my choice if the other option is being bullied?

we are living in a hostage negotiation - either consent to the demands or spend the rest of your life being treated like you're a despicable person.

#i also have things to say about how gender plays into this #but it became like 1450 pages #so i saved the rest in a draft #btw? hip dips used to be like valued in the 90s & 2000s during the ultra thin craze #which is so fucking wild to me bc i am old enough to REMEMBER that people WANTED them #bc they're literally the shape of your bones. they're your hipbones showing. & you literally CANNOT 'target' that area #that would be like targeting your elbow. it's a fucking JOINT. #it is a place where you either do or do not carry mass. the lower ur bodyfat percent and the higher ur thigh & glute strength #the less that you will carry weight there #which is even MORE fucking cruel bc !!! the type of people who are already trying to improve themselves helplessly #are going to be aware of their body! and ur literally GIVING them an insecurity they LITERALLY do not decide!!!! #“it rounds out ur figure” here's something my guy! maybe people shouldn't have to look uniform and sleek !!! #maybe you just want to fuck a manatee !!! #if we're really at the point that you have to apologize for LITERALLY HAVING BONES..... #like sorry my legs had to connect somewhere in my form :( i will hide that from u. my apologies ur honor #(fashion bloggers gagging bc there's evidence other people have skeletons)

[midnightclover]

Summon Night: Swordcraft Story (ATLUS, 2003)

#my actual posts lol #haha what if i made a daily diary post thing like nico #..i was just thinking #today was a good day #and i thought of this song #ive been playing summon night swordcraft story a lot as of late.. though none today actually #its still on my mind though #i considered using dweller empty path's song flying through a stary sky instead.. but this is what i thought of first #i think it fits best to use it #i actually had to jump through some hoops to upload music! #cus my tumblr app is kinda old.. i cant properly upload music. i could only put a link #which isnt exactly ideal #so i tried in my web browser.. but maybe its cus i havent updated it in a while or maybe just cus its tor.. it didnt work #so i downloaded firefox and did it on there lol #now im editing it in my drafts back on the app #dont ask why im not just doing it on my computer... shes having some technical difficulties. we're working on it #but not today #... #today was pretty eventful.. even if not very productive. but ive never been a very productive person #we went and saw some light festival thing! it was rly nice.. a little simple at times but it was fun #we went and got some yummy snacks earlier too! tho ive already eaten them all hehe #and i started up animal crossing new leaf. i hadnt played it in ages! its startling how much better it is than new horizions.. imo at least #only problem is i couldnt make it the same as my island.. and i didnt remember why i named my last town #we searched for a while for some reference or somfin to name it after.. but we ended up just going with ''faraway'' #cus i liked the idea of being asked where im going.. and just saying far far away #and as beth said it has a kinda fairytail vibe! #...only after i named it did i realize i accidentally named it after the town in omori. oops! #...im about to hit the tag limit. so whoevers still listening i just want u to know.. #i love you. ok? #goodnight

[snarkspawn]

Well, it's that time of the year again!! Looking back it's been full of ups and downs (art- and otherwise) and overall I'm a little frustrated with where I'm at, but I do like some of the pieces I've drawn this year. I'll try to just focus on that :)

Anyway, I'll be leaving tomorrow to once again spend the holidays/rest of the year with my partner, so I'm going to take this opportunity to thank all of you for coming along with me on my art journey! Your tags, comments and support mean the world to me, so thank you for encouraging me to keep doing this despite the horrors lmao I hope you guys have yourselves a gay old christmas if you celebrate, and just a gay old time if you don't, and that you make it safely into the new year ♥

This also means that I'm taking a short break in my commission work, but I'll get back to everyone who is still waiting as soon as I'm back home!

See you all in 2024 (seriously h o w is it 2024 already that cannot be real)

#art summary #2023 #stuff and things #userpharawee #actually I'm quite happy with all the bg3 art I've been doing #the rest is a bit hit and miss lol #but overall I think it's alright. yea #kenbig brainrot still going strong too #I'd love to get back to drawing ocs more. and danmei stuff because I miss that #ahh I need more time to draw (I say that every year. and every year it's true) #anyway I have a bunch of old-ish stuff in my drafts that I never posted. maybe I'll push some of that out while I'm gone idk #we'll see

[hylianluv]

Things ive heard my 56 yr old dad say while playing TOTK

“its not deep you turkey” talking to his horse abt going into water

“i know sweetie im sorry” also talking to his horse but this time trying to get it to jump off a ledge cus he didnt wanna abandon her

“link get me the youtube helper” he was stuck in a shrine and i told him ppl upload videos to help and now whenever hes stuck he summons me out of my room to find the shrine on youtube

“ive killed myself. thats just not good”

“Where is the beast”

“wheres the armour that lets u go underwater”

“oh yeah thats not a thing in this game”

“what >:(“ then proceeds to continue looking and asking me where it is

not something he said but i was asleep and he woke me up to put totk in his switch because totk was in my switch and we only have one game we share between eachother and he didnt know how to get games in and out of the switch

#tears of the kingdom #legend of zelda #breathofthewild #legend of zegend #the legend of zelda #dads #dads being silly #this is an old thing i had in my drafts lol ermm. i moved out a few months ago so i have not heard his totk commentry #totk #loz totk

[andi-o-geyser]

“cody only has under an hour of screen time in all of star wars” maybe to you he does. to me he's the main character

#he's my most special little guy don't you GET it #in my mind's eye he also has at least an hour more of screen time from being in the kenobi show #because that's canon. FOR ME #bickering like an old married couple protecting luke and throwing bodies into the sarlac as a personal murder disposal on tattooine #everyone raise a glass for the first draft of the kenobi show that had cody chilling in the desert with obi wan as his secret buddy #where we would have had a deeper focus on themes of guilt and sacrifice and repentance and hope for a better future #by virtue of cody being there and exploring his new relationship with obi wan where they're foils for each other both driven by guilt #“my cody was so fun” yeah of course he would have been he's post war scrappy uncle cody killing bounty hunters every other thusday #how is that not the most fun thing ever #he's just so sunshiney like asfdsskk #he's my rotten soldier #he's my sweet cheese my good time boy #this is what i get for hyperfixating on clone wars for months on end #strong opinions on the rich inner lives of copy paste men and their 3 million brothers #*deep sigh* this is my life now and i love it and cannot save myself #star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #tcw #sw #commander cody #codywan #tcw cody #clone wars #cc 2224 #(thinking of any more tags used for cody) #(nah i think we're good) #andis thought geyser

[puretopia]

tumblr dimensions idk her

#just some old things in my drafts #im not really feeling like playing atm #we have to put my other dog down on friday ;-; the brother of our other one who passed in november #on top of that work is crazy and i feel so exhausted all the time #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #rosalie hart #tamlin hart #astrid taylor

[tortellinigirl]

i think the adult relationship to the childhood dog is something that is so tender and heart-wrenching and important. you are the last vestige of my childhood. you are the sacred keeper of the memories i hold dearest, but you can barely see or hear me anymore. who do i become once you’re gone? where do i turn to remember myself? you’re the last one sitting next to me at the door of a childhood home that no longer exists, waiting patiently for the return of a family that no longer exists. where can i live when you, too, no longer exist? i can’t let go. please don’t make me let go. i know you’ll leave soon. i wish you didn’t have to. but she’s just a dog. her life is short and i will witness her death and i’ve known this from the beginning. i didn’t think it would come so fast. am i ready? have i become someone yet? have i become unrecognizable to her yet? does she still see the child i was? i’m still the child i was. please, don’t forget the child i was. please don’t take her away from me.

#i wrote this and put it in my drafts a few months ago #and now my childhood dog just died and im a complete fucking mess and i keep coming back to this #she was my baby #i got her as a birthday present from my parents #only a couple months before everything fell apart #i didnt know what was going on at home was abuse or that things were bad or that thwy would change #i just knew that my parents got me a puppy so i must be the luckiest girl in the world #and she was with us through all of it #and she knew our pain too #he was the one who wanted to put her in a shock collar #we all cried and begged him not to #she was just as traumatized by him as the rest of us #she was the last thread tying me to a time before i understood how bad things were #i don’t know who to be now #im sorry this is sooooo dramatic #i just loved my puppy #but she was 14 years old and we knew it was coming #i just hoped we’d have her for christmas

[forestshadow-wolf]

When soap and ghost first entered their relationship it was rocky to say the least

And by the least I mean there was one point where they'd gotten into a fight. Soap ended up on top and was just pummeling ghost's mask. Punch after punch after punch. His knees pinned ghost's arms to his sides, and just went ham.

Ghost got free by swinging a leg up and around soap's torso and cranking him off in an impressive show of strength and flexibility. Soap struggled out from underneath him, and they were back at it again. Both snarling at eachother.

By the time Price and Gaz and a load of other soldiers managed to pry them apart neither of them even remembered what had started the fight, just that if made anger burn hot in their bellies.

Price forced them to medical after that (obviously). Soap came out with a broken nose, 3 broken bones in his hand, bruised ribs, and a shit ton of other bruises.

Ghost came out with a broken nose, minor lacerations around his eyes and on the bridge of his nose (from the mask), a black eye, 2 broken ribs, and bruised knuckles.

Price had half a mind to diacharge the right then and there. Instead he put them on lav duty together for three months, no mussions, and under the condition that if the did that again he'll make them wish he'd discharged them

#this was before the whole 'healthy spar to settle fights' thing #this was just an excuse to write about them fighting tbh #i juzt wanted to break soap's hand #and you can't tell me ghost wouldn't have scars on his face from getting hit in the face #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #soapghost #john price #kyle gaz garrick #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #i cam feel the writer's block creeping back in #I'm smacking it away with a ratty old broom I found in the corner #I'm trying to finish as many drafts as I can while I can #el rambles

[plistommy]

”Where have you been, young lady?” Steve snapped with his arms on his hips.

Their daughter, Grace, who had just turned sixteen had been out till 2 am and Steve wasn’t having any of it.

He had stayed up the whole night for her. Waiting around nervously and wondering if she’d even show up, but then the front door had opened quietly and he finally let out the breath he was holding as he stood up from their living room’s couch.

It wasn’t like him or Eddie were strict parents, but a girl her age wandering around in the middle of the night wasn’t safe. Anything could be creeping around. Men, women or faceless creatures who’d shred you to pieces…

A loud groan snapped him out of his thoughts.

”Geez, Dad. Don’t ’young lady’ me.” Grace stepped out of her shoes and Steve had to keep back from pouting at her attitude.

”I’ll young lady you all I want, Grace. It’s the middle of the night and I was scared you’d gotten hurt!” Steve hissed while following her around until she got to the fridge and drank the rest of her old coke can.

She sighed before throwing it away and looking up at her dad with her brown eyes.

It was like staring back into a mirror.

”I was at Jess, okay? Do I need to explain myself to you everytime I go and see my friend?”

Steve wrapped his arms around his chest and raised a brow at her.

”With Jessica? You know I’ve told you that she’s not the best influence on you. I heard that she sells drugs, Grace, that's a dangerous business.”

Grace had to hold herself back from rolling her eyes as she made her way to her room, Steve following right behind her tail.

”I don’t need your option on her. And that’s not even true!” She groaned.

”And, why do you even care if she did? Didn’t Dad also sell drugs when he was younger?” She snapped a bit harder and that’s when the door to her parents room opened and Eddie walked out, looking between the two.

”What’s going on?” Eddie murmured, dark hair on a loose ponytail as he stepped closer to the other two, eyes tired but it was clear he hadn’t slept either.

”Dad is freaking out over how I got home late because I was at a friend’s house and is now telling me I cant hang out with Jess!”

Eddie turned to give Steve a look.

”Okay, hey, I didn’t say you can’t hang out with her.” Steve answered, big brown eyes frustrated that his daughter was twisting his words. He was just trying to protect her.

”Well, I’m sure you’d be fucking glad if I didn’t!” She snapped and glared up at him, making his eyes go sad.

”Hey, let’s all calm down now,” Eddie interrupted, stepping between them. He wasn’t liking his daughter’s tone and he knew he had to intervene, especially because Steve’s breathing was getting quicker from his anxiety.

”I’ll talk with your Dad and you go ahead and go to bed, peach.”

The silence stretched for a while before Grace nodded and walked to her room, closing the door with a loud thud behind her.

Eddie let out a sigh and turned to Steve who was hugging himself, nails digging into his forearms painfully.

Steve had been anxious all night because he didn’t know where their daughter was.

He tried to explain it was just the thought of her getting drunk or hurt, but Eddie knew it was the fear of the monsters that lingered in Steve’s mind.

”What if they come back and take her?” Steve had once cried when Grace was only five months old. He had had a bad nightmare about everything that happened back in Hawkins, how Eddie had almost died in his arms and he’d woken up with a cry as he searched for Eddie and Grace.

Eddie had told him they wouldn’t as he rocked Steve back and forth in his arms, Grace sleeping peacefully next to them in her crib.

He’d told him that the upside down was gone, that nothing could hurt them anymore, but he knew it never left the back of Steve’s mind like it never left his either and tonight Eddie could see it coming back to the surface again.

”Sweetheart…” Eddie whispered and slowly took Steve’s hands into his as the other tried to hold back tears.

”I was just worried, I—” Steve tried to say, but Eddie hushed him while wrapping his arms around him and letting the other cry into his shoulder.

”She’s only acting out. She’s okay, she’s just being a teenager.” Eddie reassured him and he felt how Steve nodded, but the other still let out small sobs.

”Dada?” a little voice called from behind them and they turned to look at their five year old son, Tyler.

”Why are you crying?” He asked, small hands coming to hug Steve’s leg and big brown eyes looking straight up at him with worry.

Steve wiped his eyes and crunched down to pet his head softly, ”Nothing’s wrong with me! Dada was just cutting some onions.” Steve gave the other a big smile.

”In the middle of the night?” Tyler asked after a beat.

Steve didn’t know what to really answer, but then he felt Eddie’s hand on his shoulder and he felt the tension leave his body as the other answered for him.

”Dada was making Daddy some food. I got reeeeeally hungry!” Eddie explained while petting his stomach a few times.

”Daddy looks funny!” Tyler giggled, but it soon turned into a big yawn.

Steve smiled as he stood up, but before he could go and take their son to bed, Eddie kissed his cheek and told him he’ll do it.

When Eddie got back after Tyler finally dozed off, he found Steve already laying in their bed, but he knew the other was still up. So, he went to bed too and hugged him before giving his shoulder a soft kiss.

”She loves you, you know that, right?” Eddie said and Steve was quiet for a while before he turned around and faced Eddie, a small frown in his lips that Eddie kissed away.

Steve let out a small laugh and moved closer to Eddie.

”I know.” He answered, ”I just… I hate all the sneaking around and getting home late, y’know? It makes me really worried.”

”It’s not like you didn’t do it, Steve. If I remember right, you were letting me fuck you one night so late that your mother was livid when you got back home because you didn’t join her fancy party—”

”Shut up! The kids could hear you!” Steve panicked and threw a pillow at him.

”I’m just saying!” Eddie chuckled, ”But I get it, baby, I do. I don’t like it either, but she’s a smart kid. She knows how to take care and protect herself.”

Steve gave him a sad smile, which made Eddie caress his husband’s cheek tenderly, ”She has learned that from you. You're an amazing dad, ’kay? The best dad ever.”

Eddie leaned down to kiss the two dots on Steve’s cheek and sucked the spot to make Steve squirm and laugh under him.

”Stop it!” Steve tried to push his face away, but Eddie just leaned closer and attacked Steve’s neck now with hungry kisses. It made Steve pinch his sides as a payback.

They messed around for a while before Eddie finally backed off and cuddled Steve instead. He held him close to his chest, giving his neck small kisses as Steve finally started to relax in his arms.

”You’re an amazing dad too, Eds.”

The next morning when they both woke up, they smelled food and got up to investigate, only to find their kids in the kitchen. Tyler was perched on a chair while Grace was doing some eggs and bacon, laying them down on four different plates with some berries next to them.

She turned around and set them down to the table. When she glanced up, she saw her dad’s staring back at her from the doorway and she smiled nervously.

”Morning… I made some breakfast.”

”Smells amazing, Gracie.” Eddie smiled and came to ruffle her hair as he walked past her to get some coffee from the pot. All black with no hint of sugar or milk.

Grace turned to look at Steve now, nervous about his reaction and clear sadness in her face. She felt guilty.

And Steve knew that. He did, too.

He took a slow step forward, stopping in front of her.

They stared at each other for a while before Steve pulled her into an embrace and she immediately relaxed, hugging her dad tighter while Steve petted her head.

”I’m so sorry, Dad…”

”Oh, sweetie. I’m sorry too.” Steve smiled and kissed his daughter's head, ”I should’ve not acted like I did. I’m sorry.”

”No, I get it, Dad, I do! I promise not to scare you like that anymore. I will tell you where I am the next time, okay?”

”Pinky promise?” Steve asked and it made his daughter giggle as she leaned back, eyes a little wet. She pulled her pinky out and Steve did as well.

”Pinky promise.”

Tyler giggled and Eddie pinched the boy’s cheeks, smiling at the other two once they came to sit at the nicely set table with delicious breakfast in front of them.

Their daughter has wanted to be a cook since she saw her first ever cooking show on TV at the age of four and every food she made was always amazing.

”I added some strawberries since I know those are your favorite, Dad.” Grace said when Steve took in his plate of breakfast with a big smile.

”Where did you get them?”

”Auntie Robin brought them to Gracie this morning!” Tyler said happily with a mouthful of food.

”Ohh, did she?” Eddie laughed and it made Steve grin when Tyler giggled a small ’Yes!’ back.

Steve made sure he'd give a big hug to Robin when he sees her later that evening at their shared shift.

Grace blushed and demanded everyone to dig into their food and shut it. Which they did, but not before Eddie and Steve gave each other a kiss, making their kids gag.

”Dad’s!” Grace groaned.

”Sorryyy!” Eddie wiggled his brows teasingly and wrapped his tattooed arm around Steve’s waist, holding his husband close to him.

Eddie still knew how to make Steve blush even with the smallest little touches. Steve felt so safe with him.

As they all ate their breakfast in happy silence, soft music playing from the morning radio and the sun starting to shine behind the unopened blinds, Steve felt at peace.

He had his family here. Together and safe.

Nothing would be better than this.

#Parents Steddie #💕 #I have never written my ships as parents but never say never #LOL #I actually really really like this #Some angst and fluff but it’s just so soft #at ao3 too! #This was an old draft of mine #So now I finally finished it #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things #Dads Steddie #steddie fandom #steddie fic #protective eddie munson #sad steve harrington

[cohlumbo]

Rust 'Dead Daughter' Cohle continues to have a normal one while working as Crash

#i won't tag w/ the show bc it's so out of context but <3 my mutuals & rust girlies in his tag know what's in my heart and soul i hope ♡ #🧃 #something about working and living and impersonating a criminal in a place that routinely spits out women tail-first #when you are not only a person that feels things to a destabilizing profound degree. but also every woman is your daughter #every woman is the image of what you couldn't save #of course he has no choice but justify it. of course death is the better hand to him because this is how the world treats the living #you heard of 'whats better to live as a monster or to die as a good man' #its more like. 'whats better to die as a two year old or to live as a woman in rustin cohle's world' #rust cohle #h #😵‍💫💫🌀 #if i don't get this fic out by the end of the week i'll literally have to give my password over to someone that can mass-post the drafts

[flowercrowngods]

i need someone (steve) to take one look at mike wheeler after being told that this kid readily walked off the quarry at twelve years old, and see past his walls and his bullshit and see the kindness and bravery that lies beneath the trauma and depression (and puberty). i need someone to take one look at him and see that he’s not doing fine at all — and hasn’t for a while.

#i have this thing in my drafts where steve finds mike at the quarry after dustin told him mike essentially jumped down there #and all steve hears is ‘my friend was ready to die at 12 tears old’ #‘my friend was deeply depressed before trauma even got to take a hold of him’ #and steve thinking years ago ‘when i first liked a boy i came here too. thought about jumping’ #and mike just. looking at steve and suddenly falling apart because yes sure he did it for dustin but he also just. wanted to. #has been wanting to. and then will was gone and people always say bad things happen to boys who like boys and mike has been feeling guilty #back then yes but also ever since. it never stopped. just like his love for will didn’t stop. and asking steve if everything is his fault? #for liking will and then liking el only to fall for will again #and steve hugs him and tells him that he’s going to be okay and that the world ending isn’t mikes fault at all. #and that if he ever thinks about jumping again?? he needs to tell steve and they’ll find a way out. #idk it’s like. very heavy to think about but please i need. i need more steve and mike bonding #and this has probably been done before bc it’s been years but yeah. uh. #internalised homophobia internalised biphobia and impressionable kids who think all the wrongs of the world are their fault #yknow yknow the usual

[mellowwillowy]

On hiatus for an indefinite moment.

#CW: Rant #Things are not looking well art and writing wise #And I can't seem to grasp anything well anymore seeing how much I've downgraded in everything #Art block and Writing block hit well but I know I'm nowhere near 'getting better at it' #It's just a bullshit reason for me to keep myself away from everyone #I can't even think of anything creative anymore unlike how I did back then #I'll be lurking but maybe not responding to anything #And I'll probably lurk somewhere else #I plan on going through my drafts and try to see if I can do better with my old WIPs and Ideas #I hope I can feel the same spark I used to feel last year(s) #I'd probably only be away for a week (please be so because I wanna write too) so heyyyyyyyyy fingers crossed #(sobs) I haven't even written anything proper for the celebration #WHAT IS THIS AHAHHAHA SOME SORT OF GRADUATION FAREWELL SPEECH? #Ta-ta~ #nb: everyone is bored of my saggy ass writing #no one likes it anymore #I have to WRITE BETTER

[todayisafridaynight]

sequel to this cause Uh Oh !!!!!!!

#rgg #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku 7 #yakuza series #yakuza like a dragon #jo sawashiro #ryo aoki #masato arakawa #snap sketches #if theres mistakes idc this is TWO DAYS LATE i have a COMMISSION TO DO and im GOING OUT WITH MY BRO AGAIN #we are SPEEDING THROUGH PLEASE FORGIVE ME #anyway. hey :) #part of me feels like this would have been better in b/w but OH WELL #part 95 of I Almost Trashed This but i didnt want to whenever people were already expecting it and saw me draw it SO. <:] #eveyrone from the stream lookin at this like 'snap what the hell did you do this is totally different' GIRLS I TOLD YOU IT'D BE TOTALLY DIF #ok not 100% diff but. i redid pretty much the whole thing #i still have the old draft actually LMAO i had to yoink soem bits from it but now i dont want to delete it... #there was just a lot i didnt like with the first one that i wanted to see if i could adjust to my liking and well. Good Nuff #theres SOME bits i dont like but thats more so how i drew it opposed to the thought or composition #ok maybe a lil bit of the latter but anyway. Enjoy :) #also you'll have me gutted like a fish before i try to learn how to draw croc skin like we'll just have to save that for another time #do i have anything else i want to say. no LMAO if i do im just gonna end up explaining all the composition and panels #and id rather leave that up to yall lookin to see if you wanna take anything Extra away from how i set things up SO :) #bye for now. i have to run around my house ☠️

[theweirderofthetwo]

So i was thinking about edith galman

And for some reason my brain got stuck on the question: how did she and laurence actually start hanging out as children? Like yes their parents are friends, but that could just as easily have made them just kind of aquainted.

( -wait, i have a point im getting to, but i realized while writing this that it makes complete sense for them to just have been vaguely friendly before picking each other for perfectly-appropriate-future-spouse-good-now-that-is-decided-we-will-be-so-socially-acceptable-together and getting to know each other more closely in the years afterward)

Anyway, i like the idea of them being friends from very young so i want to figure out how that could happen. 4 years age difference is pretty big when you are children

What gave me a solution was actually that i think edith has at least one sibling even if that never is mentioned. I belive this because people would have been way more stressed about her taking time to marry if the family inheritance was going through her. So i decide to belive 1) that edith has one older brother who is maybe a year younger than george laurence and 2) that the middle laurence brother is much closer in age to george than to will. Because then the three older boys would probably want to do things together without their annoying youngest siblings.

And i’m thinking that will laurence would be pretty okay with this: he is suddenly the oldest! he has been given a Responsibility (a duty you might say) to look after a younger child! there is finally someone who is willing to play ships with him!!!

#this is an old one. i went deep into my drafts looking for other things and found it #it’s messy but i like the idea enough that i want people to see it #i really like edith’s practical attitude #if no one stops me i am going to add her to my collection of aspec headcanons #(i have way too many things lying around in my drafts because i always feel that i need to think a bit before posting/reblogging) #(and since i keep doing that things often get buried and lost) #temeraire #my art