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xiaq · 2 years ago

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Steddie Time Travel Fixit: Pt. 6

Ao3 Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7

Steve wears the Hellfire shirt.

He wears it half tucked in to a pair of tight distressed jeans with black lace-up shitkicker boots, both of which Eddie knows Steve has never worn to school before because he would have fucking remembered.

His hair is just as stupidly teased as usual, but paired with the rest of him it looks a whole lot less preppy and a whole lot more like he should have a cigarette tucked behind his ear and a leather jacket over his shoulder.

And Eddie knows that he should be focused on whatever the hell is happening with the kids and Hopper and the fact that Steve apparently has war flashbacks involving D&D characters but all that mystery falls to the wayside when the former reigning jock king is walking around the hallways like a living breathing wet dream in a shirt Eddie created.

Eddie is but a man.

Distractible.

Fallible.

Horny.

Steve catches him staring from down the hall and gives him a lazy two finger salute, grinning with the kind of ease that comes from being attractive and knowing it.

It should be infuriating.

It is not.

“Is this a dream?” Gareth says, drawing even with Eddie. “This has to be a dream, right? No way is Steve fucking Harrington wearing a Hellfire shirt.”

“I don’t know about you,” Eddie says faintly, “but if this was my dream he wouldn’t be wearing anything at all.”

“Oh, gross.”

“Look at him,” Eddie insists. Ever since that time at Jeff’s last year when the band was all high and Eddie got a little too honest, they’ve all sort of ignored the fact that Eddie is gay. They don’t ask him about girls and he doesn’t talk to them about guys. But this is…a special circumstance.

And it’s fine. Because Eddie is not the only person looking. Everyone is looking—some with sneers or confusion but most with envy or probably equal amounts of the lust that Eddie is currently trying to subdue. Even the straightest guy in the world has to admit that Steve is—

“Yeah,” Gareth says. “I mean no, still gross because it’s Harrington, but yeah I can see how—no. Never mind. I’m going to class.” Gareth pauses. “Wait. Do you think he’s going to sit with us at lunch?”

He sits with them at lunch.

Eddie more or less sleepwalks through his morning classes and leaves History before the bell so he can get to the lunchroom first and he does not save Steve a seat. He has no expectations when he enters the cafeteria. No hopes related to the company he’ll keep while consuming his soggy PB&J. He just has a jacket that ends up on the seat next to him and when Jeff tries to move it he maybe glares at him a little.

When Steve moves the jacket so he can sit down, Eddie does not glare.

“Fucking figures,” Jeff mutters.

Eddie is never going to live this down and he doesn’t even care.

“Nice shirt, big boy,” he says, because apparently Eddie’s mouth is just saying things.

Steve stills. For a moment, Eddie is reminded of the night before–of terror and gasped breathing. But then, just as quickly, he’s grinning at Eddie like some sort of sunshine creature, like joy incarnate, plucking at the tight fabric straining across his chest.

“I dunno, I don’t think I’m particularly big, it’s not my fault you gave me such a small size.”

“Well, beggars can’t be choosers,” Eddie retorts.“Everyone who signed up at the beginning of the year got one custom made,” he gestures to the guys as proof before drumming his fingers against Steve’s shoulder. “This’s one of mine and the most exercise I get is hauling amps and running from cops.”

Steve reaches over to wrap his hand around Eddie’s bicep and it’s Eddie’s turn to go still under the heat of his palm and the weight of his attention. Steve meets his eyes for a fleeting second before they flick down to his own fingers. Steve squeezes.

“You seem plenty fit to me.”

“Amps,” Eddie repeats. It’s a little breathless. It’s fine.

“Jesus christ,” Jeff mutters.

Steve’s hand is still on his arm when nearly half the basketball team approaches, detouring to stop on their way to their standard table.

He wouldn’t say that a hush falls over the cafeteria but there are certainly a lot of eyes suddenly on their table. And not much talking.

“What the fuck, Harrington,” one of them––Eddie doesn’t know, nor does he care to know, his name––says. “You ditched us for the freaks?” He looks genuinely baffled, which Eddie has to admit is fair. “Is this some kind of joke? Does Munson have something on you?”

Steve leans away from the table, hand moving from Eddie’s arm to the back of his chair, he hitches his opposite elbow on the back of his own chair. He kicks one foot up to brace on the table leg. It’s the stereotypical jock position: chest wide, staking a possessive claim, except Eddie isn’t a cheerleader.

“I don’t like what you’re implying,” Steve says.

“Dude, whatever it is,” the guy’s eyes linger on Eddie in a way that Eddie really does not like, “we can take care of it.”

Steve sighs.

It’s long and loud and purposeful.

“Listen, I feel like maybe Hagan hasn’t held up his end of our bargain, so let me make this as clear as I can and we can all be mature about it. Ah––” he interrupts himself, raising his voice a little, “No, hey. Look at me. All of you.” His tone is calm and level and patronizing in a way that Eddie knows would be infuriating if it was directed at him.

“I need you to understand,” he says slowly, making eye contact with each of them in turn, “That I’m not joking. I’m not posturing. If you touch Eddie, if you touch anyone at this table, you’re going to have a lot more to worry about than passing your driving test or making the starting lineup. There are people in the world with real problems and if you fuck with any of my new friends, you’re going join them.”

A couple scoff. Tommy, near the back, is distinctly silent. And without their usual ringleader, no one else volunteers to step forward as the aggressor.

“What happened to you, man?” One of the guys says instead.

Steve sighs again. It feels more genuine this time. “I grew up,” he says. “I recommend it.”

And then he just…waves them off, like he’s tired.

And they leave.

The group retreats to their own table in a wake of low murmurs, and everyone lets out a collective exhale.

Except for Steve, who is leaning into Eddie’s space again.

“You were weirdly quiet through that,” Steve murmurs, pushing Eddie’s hair over his shoulder so he can whisper in his ear. It’s an entitled gesture. The heat of his breath, fanned against Eddie’s neck, sends goosebumps down his arms.

“If I’m mouthy, it tends to just piss people off,” Eddie mutters back. “And I’m trying not to cause trouble for you seeing as you seem to create plenty for yourself.”

“Do what you want,” Steve says easily. “I know how to fight.”

Eddie tells his dick to calm the fuck down.

Now is not the time.

“Besides,” Steve whispers, even quieter, lips practically against Eddie’s ear, “I think I prefer you mouthy.”

Fuck.

This is flirting, right? It has to be flirting.

He makes frantic eye contact with Jeff and––yeah, judging by the expression on Jeff’s face Eddie is not making shit up. Steve Harrington is hitting on him. In the school cafeteria.

“Oh hey,” Steve says abruptly, turning to pull a Tupperware container out of his stuffed full backpack. “I made cookies last night if you guys want some.”

“Cookies?” Gareth says faintly.

“Yeah, peanut butter chocolate chip. The kids I babysit wanted some so I made a double batch to share. They’re good, I promise. And I substituted applesauce for some of the sugar and oil so they’re not as unhealthy as they could be––but don’t tell the kids that.”

He peels off the lid and Eddie is hit with the second-most heavenly smell he’s ever encountered. The first may or may not be Steve Harrington himself, who is now handing him one of the cookies. Eddie takes it wordlessly, watching as Steve stands to carry the container around to everyone else.

Gareth leans across the table so only Eddie can hear him. “How confused is your boner right now?” Gareth whispers.

Eddie suppresses a slightly hysterical whine. “Oh, are we talking about this? We don’t need to talk about this.”

“I think we’re going to have to if he keeps this shit up.”

“No,” Eddie says. “No, no. I’ll be fine. I just need to…get my head straight.”

“Good luck with that.” Gareth takes a bite of his cookie, “Oh, damn, these are good.”

Eddie eats his own cookie and tries not to moan about it.

He’s fine. Everything is fine.

••••

Steve Harrington is good at D&D.

Eddie had been worried, at first, that Steve might not take things seriously. That he’d laugh at their silly voices or make fun of the guys who wear costumes or just…make it clear that he thought they were ridiculous. Childish.

Instead, he maybe takes things too seriously––asking detailed questions about terrain and weather patterns and doing so many perception checks that Jeff is about ready to strangle him an hour in, but his overly cautious approach uncovers more than one trap Eddie had set. Steve is excellent at strategy and disconcertingly good at organizing the party when there’s something to fight. Even more disconcerting, most of his strategies appear to involve martyrdom and it’s only through Eddie fudging his combat rolls a little that Steve’s character survives the night.

He’s not perfect, of course. Steve’s math skills are abysmal and he constantly has to be reminded what his modifiers are, which Eddie does gently and without complaint, because he’d copied down Steve’s stats the night before and he doesn’t want Steve to be embarrassed. The guys will definitely never, ever, let him live it down, but he figures he’s already lost so much credibility with them at this point a little more won’t be the end of the world.

And Steve keeps smiling at him, so.

Worth it.

When Steve’s watch alarm goes off, a minute before 7pm, he makes a hasty exit for the bathroom, bag in hand, and the other guys decide he must have some sort of medication he has to take and he didn’t want to do it in front of them. Eddie doesn’t correct them, doesn’t know how he would even try to correct the assumption because he doesn’t actually understand what Steve is doing. But it does remind him that there is a Mystery afoot and Eddie really should be trying to figure out what the hell is going on instead of just…mooning over Harrington’s pretty face.

Then again, nothing is stopping him from doing both.

The guys warm to Steve by the end of the session, patting his back and calling goodbye as they exit the doors under the external halogen lights.

The night is quiet and cool and when Steve offers to drive Eddie home, Eddie can only say yes. Eddie slides into the passenger seat, tossing his backpack into the back, and decides to take the opportunity to snoop. He opens the glove compartment and pulls out the handful of cassettes inside.

“Oh,” Steve says, “wait, that’s not––”

There’s Dio and Metallica, Iron Maiden and Motorhead, and then the artists Eddie suspected all along: Madonna, A-ha, Donna Summer, ABBA, Journey, The Eagles and—oh.

Fleetwood Mac. With Landslide on the B side.

It’s shiny and new. No scuffs on the case.

“Shit,” Steve mutters under his breath.

“When did you even have time to get this?” Eddie asks, baffled. And maybe he shouldn’t assume, maybe he’s completely off-base, but Steve looks like he’s been caught doing something illegal so he thinks the assumption is apt. “You left our place at like 10pm last night and you’ve been in school all day.”

“I have a free period before lunch. The record store is a five minute drive from campus.”

“But…why?”

“I don’t know,” Steve says, with the soft resignation of someone lying. It sounds more like, “I can’t tell you,” which makes Eddie want to shake him.

Eddie considers Steve’s shadowed face: his downturned mouth and his stupidly long eyelashes. He looks tired.

Eddie exhales. “Well, we’re listening to it.”

Steve doesn’t argue.

He doesn’t say anything else at all until they get to the trailer and he’s hurrying around to open Eddie’s door for him and get his bag from the backseat like Eddie is some girl he’s dropping off after a date.

“Oh wait,” he says, ducking back to grab his own bag. “I have—hold on, it’s—there we go.”

He emerges with another tupperware container in his hands, this one smaller than the one he passed around at lunch.

“I thought Wayne might want some,” he says shyly, eyes on the cookies in his hands. “As a thank you. For yesterday.”

Eddie is going to scream.

“That’s really nice. I’m sure he’ll love them, and if he doesn’t I’ll eat them because apparently you’ve been possessed by Betty Crocker’s ghost. Or—actually I don’t know if she’s dead or not. Or if she was a real person. Anyway, the point is that—“

Steve is smiling at him. Softly. Like he’d be happy to listen to Eddie ramble as long as he wants.

Eddie clears his throat. “Wayne should be home if you want to give them to him.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll, uh, walk you in.”

So much screaming.

Steve does walk him in, hands over the cookies to a baffled-looking Wayne, and then touches Eddie’s hand—hardly a touch at all really, his first two fingers resting, briefly, on Eddie’s wrist, his thumb tucked just under the meat of Eddie’s palm, almost like he’s checking Eddie’s pulse.

“Goodnight,” he says.

Eddie doesn’t even know if he responds.

He’s still looking down at his wrist when Steve’s car engine starts and the headlights fan over the windows before everything goes dark and still outside.

“So,” Wayne says. “Is he…”

“What?” Eddie asks blankly.

“...your sweetheart?”

That’s enough to break Eddie out of whatever trance he’d been in. “My–? Jesus. No. You know who you’re talking about, right?”

“I know what I’m seeing,” Wayne mutters. “Not sure I’m happy about it.”

Eddie’s stomach immediately goes sour. They’ve never actually discussed Eddie’s romantic preferences. Wayne knew. He had to know, considering the circumstances in which Wayne became Eddie’s guardian. But they’ve never said anything out loud to each other and Eddie was hoping to continue that tradition potentially for forever.

“Wait,” Wayne says, moving forward to squeeze his shoulder, “I didn’t mean––fuck, you know I’m no good at this shit. Come sit down.”

They move to the couch.

They sit.

Wayne digs the heels of his palms into his eyes.

“I don’t care who you’re sweet on or who you bring home, you hear me? As long as they treat you right and they don’t get you into trouble. But that Harrington boy… I get the feeling he’s trouble. And with his folks being who they are, I just want you to be careful. That boy has a history and I don’t know what it is, but I’d wager it isn’t pretty.”

“I don’t know what it is either,” Eddie murmurs. “He’s not––I don’t think he’s bad trouble, though. He’s trying to protect me. Us. At school. Even though it’s put a giant target on his back. He’s quit basketball and joined Hellfire and he’s. I don’t know. I like him.” It feels like a confession.

“I wonder how his Daddy feels about all that,” Wayne murmurs. “You ever seen him come to school hurt?”

Eddie considers. “I don’t know. Why?”

Wayne just looks at him.

“You think his parents––?”

“I think I know the kind of boy his father was. I can imagine the sort of man he turned into.”

Eddie feels chilled all the sudden. He gets up from the couch to close the open window above the sink. It doesn’t help. He rests his hands, fingers splayed, on the countertop. He taps his nails on the fornica.

Abuse wouldn’t explain the kids or the panic attack or why he suddenly seems obsessed with Eddie. But it would explain some things.

“I’m not going to start avoiding him,” Eddie says.

Wayne sighs. “I didn’t expect you would. Considering.”

Eddie doesn’t ask him to elaborate.

He holds up the container of cookies Wayne had abandoned on the counter, then carries them over to the couch when he nods.

Wayne selects the largest one from the top. “Did he actually play your dragons game?”

Eddie nearly chokes on a laugh, helping himself to a cookie as well. “He did. Wasn’t half bad, either.”

Wayne takes a bite. His eyebrows go up. “Shit, did he make these?”

“He did,” Eddie says.

“Well. I suppose we can keep him around.”

Pt. 7

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve/eddie #eddie/steve #myfic #time travel fix it #stranger things fic

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wordbreaker · 2 years ago

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Strings ✷ Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Words: 2k

Description: If there is one person that can piss Eddie Munson off, it’s the new neighbour… or the three times Eddie Munson ends up angry and how it stopped.

( SILÉAS says ... ! ) I wrote this last year when season 4 came out. It's not a masterpiece⏤I don't even write for ST anymore⏤but it's fun and I wanted to share it with you.

THE FIRST TIME Eddie wants to kill his new neighbour, it’s a Wednesday night and it's long past midnight. He knows she's the one making all that noise because it's not like Max Mayfield to blast her music for the whole neighbourhood to hear. The little redhead is far too glued to her walkman for that.

So there's only one other option he can think of.

A new trailer had been sold a week before, the one right in front his. If Eddie hadn't seen anything interesting in this event, he had no idea that the removal of the "for sale" sign would be the beginning of Hell.

He doesn't know what she looks like, the new neighbour, he just knows that she has an annoying tendency to think she's alone.

In itself, she's not doing anything wrong, and he should even be happy that she's blasting AC/DC and not some shitty music at this hour. However, he has a D&D campaign to prepare for the club’s meeting next week, so he has no time to waste. The shorties—by which he means Sinclair multiplied by two, Henderson and Wheeler—have been bugging him to create a new one since the memorable end of the previous one.

D&D is serious (at least for him), and Eddie won't be able to concentrate if he has to listen to that damn guitar one more minute.

The last straw is the Highway to Hell solo.

While another neighbour shouts a totally useless "stop this shit!", Eddie opens his door with a bang—surely waking up Uncle Wayne in the process, or not because he too has to put up with this nightly concert—which slams brutally against the wall of the grey trailer.

From his doorstep he cannot see any light filtering through the curtains of the one opposite, but he does not trust this image: the neighbour is there and more awake than ever as Back in Black begins along its famous chords.

Three big steps to the trailer, three big breaths to calm down and three big knocks to call the neighbour.

Not even a second later, the door opens and gives way to her, the one he is meeting for the first time.

"Yeah?"

His words fade into his throat before he can utter them, the sight before him leaving him speechless. A cigarette in her mouth, barely hanging on, she looks at him with a blasé look, probably in a hurry to get back to her business.

Wisps of smoke form their hazy arabesques and intoxicate him, or perhaps it is the creature that has just appeared in front of him. To be honest, he doesn't know if he's dreaming or if it's reality, but the woman watching him seems to have come straight from his imagination.

Tattoos blacken and decorate her skin in a constellation of ink that he wants to admire but can’t—maybe he does sneak a peek—because they're hidden by a big Iron Maiden shirt that falls over bare legs. He swallows.

Why is he here again?

That's exactly the question the neighbour asks him. Her voice is low and hoarse, damaged by tobacco and probably other substances. It seems to have collected dirt, sown by something called Life. In any case, the neighbour seems to have seen and done some shit.

Eddie tries to answer. However, he can't take his eyes off the guitar hanging around her neck. It's simple, black but decorated with a few stickers that remind him of its owner's tattoos, and it's beautiful. Here's another point in common. Less so than his sweetheart, obviously, but it is metal, her guitar, almost as much as the one who holds it.

So, she was the one playing.

"Could you turn down your amp? I'm trying to get my campaign ready for my D&D club."

She scoffs, before muttering a "nerd" that he hears perfectly well despite the lowered tone. He thinks she did it on purpose. He doesn't really care. The word isn't said as aggressively as when Jason does it. It even sounds affectionate in her nicotined mouth (which he wants to taste but that's a detail for later, preferably tonight, late at night, and alone).

"Don't worry, I'll turn it down."

And without a goodbye, she slams the door, leaving him speechless from this encounter and perhaps, the mere sight of her. That night she keeps her word and Eddie can finish his campaign in silence.

THE SECOND TIME Eddie wants to kill his neighbour is when he is himself strumming his guitar one night to try to master the recently released Master of Puppets. The chords frustrate him because he can't string them together smoothly.

If that's the beauty of the art —the failure, the determination, the practice and ultimately the success—it's fucking annoying as of right now. And on top of that, he has to deal with his neighbour's solos, which are much better than his own. It's humiliating, and it doesn't help him to concentrate.

He lets out yet another grunt, a clear sign of his irritation, when at the other end of the path he hears Master of Puppets performed to perfection. She got to be kidding him. She must’ve perfect pitch, he thinks. Nobody can learn a song that fast, especially one like that.

She's beautiful, she's charismatic and she's a better guitarist than he is. It's him, only better, and just thinking about this makes him start to hate her as a string threatens to break under the pressure of his bloody fingers.

Or maybe it's not annoyance but rather misplaced frustration at his ineptitude to dare to ask her out.

"Nice solo!" he hears from his open window.

He thinks he's dreaming, but no, when he looks up, there she is, on the other side of the road, her guitar in her hand.

Tonight, she smiles and even waves at him. It's a nice change from last time. Her face lights up and becomes more beautiful. No cigarette between her lips either, although there is smoke coming out of the window all the same. It is far too thick to be from any Marlboro. The smell reaches him—Hawkins has been trapped by the wind for several days—and gives him the answer to the question he dares not ask.

It's weed.

An unhealthy jealousy takes hold of his body. He wasn’t the one who sold it to her.

His thoughts wander and he imagines himself smoking with her, both of them lying in her room, a metal vinyl ripping through the restful silence. His hand would caress her soft thighs, while she would play two or three chords and they would kiss two or three times.

"You've got good taste, Munson!"

She knows his name. He doesn't. That's enough to snap him out of his stupor.

"Thank you..!" he yells and waits.

"Y/N!"

Strangely enough, he doesn't care that she makes noise if it means she answers him.

It's a nice name, almost too much so when it's said in such a broken voice. But at the same time, it makes the sound addictive.

Eddie wonders what his name would sound like in her mouth, when she's underneath him, and his mouth ventures down her throat, her stomach and even lower...

Stop. She may be beautiful and talented, but she's still fucking annoying.

"I'm not bothering you, am I?"

He should say yes, because of course she's bothering him with her chords flowing perfectly while his are jerky, but with those big eyes looking at him, how could he say anything but no?

"No, don't worry. I think you could teach me a few things, even.”

"I heard you, though, Munson. You’re good with your fingers."

He nearly chokes as a sudden wave of heat travels down his spine and goes straight to his lower abdomen. It’s an innuendo; it has to be. And yet, the girl's expression remains innocent, almost too much so in his opinion, but he's not thinking straight.

Fuck, he really needs to stop with the neighbour. Besides, it's a cliché, "the neighbour". It sounds like the pitch for some cheesy movie Harrington sells in his crappy shop, and Eddie's never been one for cheesy romances.

THE THIRD TIME Eddie is frustrated with the new neighbour is when she turns her amp up to max and plays another Metallica solo.

Immediately, Eddie is on his way, as he was that first night, to knock on her door.

He's exhausted.

The teachers are giving him a hard time about a diploma he won't get, Jason's critics have multiplied in the cafeteria, and above all, Henderson won’t stop making fun of him and his embarrassment when he talks about the neighbour.

According to the boy, he has a crush on her. This is ridiculous, and it pisses him off. No matter where he goes, even to the high school where she doesn't go and therefore where no one is supposed to know her, he can't escape her.

Everything brings him back to her.

So, this guitar solo is too much. He drums more than he knocks on the door, shaking the flimsy walls of the trailer. Immediately the music stops, and she appears in front of him. She has a joint in the corner of her mouth. The smell intoxicates him—or is it her fruity perfume?—but he maintains his stance. He won't let it happen this time. He's determined to tell her what he's thinking.

“It took you long enough.”

She takes him by the hand and pulls him inside. The decoration is basic, it's the posters of different bands that make her personality shine. It's much neater than his house, though, he must admit.

“You? Huh? What?” he stammers.

“I've been trying to get your attention for days, Munson. Days. My fingers are bleeding because you don't have the balls to come here. Seriously, you couldn't have put me out of my misery sooner? I mean... better late than never, but... Fuck.”

Eddie doesn't understand. It must show on his face. His eyebrows are furrowed, his eyes are wide, his mouth is half-open, and his arms are flailing. Everything about him is in disbelief. Y/N sees it perfectly and sighs, exhaling smoke with it. Tangible frustration. She massages the bridge of her nose, as if this gesture will give her the courage to put up with him and his inability to think.

“I like you, Munson. I thought that was obvious.”

The neighbour, she pisses him off. She's beautiful, she's more metal than he is, she's a better guitar player than he could ever dream of being, and now she's even got more balls than him. That's the last straw.

“Oh no! No! No! No! I was supposed to say that! Fuck! It's bad enough that you've mastered Master of Puppets while I'm still struggling and now you're the one taking the reins and deciding that you have a crush on me. Hell no! I'm the one- humph!"

She seals their lips, kisses him, and that brief but obvious moment makes his heart beat a thousand miles an hour. Eddie thinks it's more to tell him to shut the fuck up than anything else but he indulges in the moment.

As she bites his bottom lip and leaves the taste of weed behind, he allows himself to tighten his embrace, his hands closing over her, touching the grain of her skin from the small of her back to her neck. Her lips are much sweeter than he thought they would be.

“Can you please shut up, Munson?” she finally says, exasperated. At least that's what she's trying to sound like, but she's far too cute as it is. Her hair is tousled, her lips swollen, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks warm to the touch. He can't help it: he steals another kiss from her, which she promptly returns.

“Does this mean you're going to stop playing at three in the morning to piss me off?”

“We could play together? After you explain the rules of D&D to me,” she offers.

His heart misses a beat, and he smiles.

That's the last time he's angry with the neighbour.

#( siléas writes ! )#eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #eddie munson

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dustbeloved · 1 year ago

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Some personified Insaniquarium pets & creatures! This game was my childhood memory :') I love Blip & Starcatcher so much, they're really cute!

Some thoughts from Challenge mode stories & impressions from the young me :'D

Angie appears gentle and kind, yet has strong will and quick wit. When underwater, the white embroidery on her veil appears like a halo. Blip: A genius boy who feels uncertain of his abilities. He advocas for his friends despite being shy.

Starcatcher: Sweet & easily satisfed, she enjoys collecting stars so much she'd trade them with hard-earned diamonds. Gumbo (the guy with black cloak) takes responsibility for the guppies' safety, often making tough decisions with limited information.

Amp is a suave, worldly businessman who's convinced everything should be appraised with a price tag. Killing guppies and turning them into diamonds makes most sense economically. Angie felt uneasy when they first met.

Gash seeks the thrill of killing - be it aliens or guppies. He's dead set on revenge after Itchy's perceived betrayal. He shows no regard to others and sneers upon Itchy's desire "to protect everyone". (Gash's damage = level 8 laser. His pose doesn't make sense but it's just a concept doodle >//<)

P/S I randomly came across Insaniquarium and realized I wanted to draw them. I had so much fun designing the characters from relatively short (and fascinatingly quirky) background info! :D

#insaniquarium #popcap #personification #angie #blip #starcatcher #insaniquarium deluxe #insaniquarium angie #nostalgia

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franklinfinley · 11 months ago

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Hey! I'm Franklin, he/they. First year student at Naranja Academy, but I've been through several Gym Circuts for 7 years at this point. The Treasure Hunt is well underway, and things are looking great! I'm a ghost and fire type specialist, as well as a general Drowzee/Hypno specialist LOL

MY CURRENT TEAM:

Koraidon: a strange form of Cyclizar given to me by my friend Arven, originally owned by his mother Professor Sada. He prefers not to battle, but he will if he needs to. He maily loves acting as a riding mount and food-stealer >:P

Lullay: my service Hypno and first partner Pokemon. We've been a duo for 14 years now! She doesn't primarily battle, she mostly helps with my anxiety and insomnia. She steps up for defense if we need it, though.

Tabasco: my Skeledirge and chosen starter for Naranja Academy! He's a little scrapper and eager to prove himself in a fight, and just as eager to sit back, sing his little songs, and eat all my oranges. Little orange heathen even as he grows up

Sparky: my Luxray! He's a bundle of energy and a reckless battler. He loves nothing more than getting to flaunt his stuff and also wail and cry and flail his fists on the ground when he loses

Sushi: my Curly Tatsugiri, and an odd quiet fellow. He likes splashing water on the other teammates for funny pranks and curling up in my collar or hair. That being said, he is a FIERCE battler. Honestly kinda scary with what he can pull off from such a tiny body...

Arthur: my Beartic! He's very polite with me and the team, but fierce when it comes to defense. It takes a while for him to warm up to new people, but those he warms up to he holds close.

Strawberry Lemonade: my shiny Amped-Up Toxtricity, who i rescued from the wild as a Shadow variant. She's clingy and packs a MEGA punch, and cocky with her skills as a battler. Now that she's come out of her shell, her punk rock personality really shines through.

Montez: my Garchomp, and just what you'd expect from such a feared creature. She's the meanest of the group and always first to volunteer for a fight. She swings hard and fights with pure power. Now that she's calmed, she's the perfect guard 'mon.

Things at Naranja are going great! My friend Nemona has shown me all the ropes, and I feel like I'm gonna have a good few years here. This might just be my Yelling About Things blog. So if you're into that thing feel free to tag along!

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Heallo this is the in character blog i have for my self insert!! I follow from my main @yatgb

Be prepared for Main Character And Mary Sue Shenanigans, and dont be afraid to ask abt stuff he mentions in posts!! I plan to have this going as a whole thing with arcs and all that, basically going through all of scarvi's plot, including DLC down the line. This WAS gonna be an art-based askblog but i dont rlly have the time for one of those :( but ill be posting story snippets later down the lind!

Pelipper Mail is on as long as its something small, he wont accept like new pokemon or money or anything. Think like what youd get from a mystery gift :D Magic Anons are off!

Also, dont take everything Franklin says at face-value. He's got a loong history, and some secrets to hide. There's a chance he could be lying about some stuff ',:) expect a well meaning but unreliable narrator

That being said, I like to do my own worldbuilding so whenever he goes into biology details dont look too hard into it. We're havin fun here. I also don't plan on doing any multiverse shenanigans. This is a self contained story about an oc thats very dear to me :D so just go with the flow. I might interact with other blogs as long as its feasible they could on Rotomblr connected through a multiverse.

Other character interaction is encouraged, as well has sentient pokemon except Legendaries! He has his own lore with a lot of legends it would be a little wack

Here's what he looks like! With Lullay!

#irl pokemon #pkmn irl #pokemon askblog

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artificialjealousyartist · 3 months ago

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a little piece I did for my partner's d&d supplement, MORTAL, which includes over 60 new & revised Humanoid creatures, and statblock templates for EVERY ancestry!

#aj's amusings #artists on tumblr #dragonborn #sapphire dragon #knight #mage #blue dragon #dnd5e #dnd art #dnd character #dungeons and dragons #dungeons and drawings #d&d 5e #d&d character #d&d art #ttrpg #tabletop roleplaying

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mysticvampyresgrove · 10 days ago

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𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 & 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓈: 𝒜 𝒮𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝐿𝑒𝑔𝒶𝒸𝓎 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒

Please use #BloodlinesLegacy or #BeastChallenge so I can check it out! or you can just tag me on YouTube @Terriplaysgames or on TikTok @Terriplayssims4

Hello! Here is the 10-generation sims 4 legacy challenge that includes my original characters. Inspired by the chaos, Trauma, and power of supernatural bloodlines. Vampires, Werewolves, Hybrids, Humans and even a Grimm! There is no colour theme. Just drama, family, power and the urge to fight fate. If you wanted your sim to go full supernatural soap opera, This is for you 🐺🩸💔

Here are the required Packs:

The Sims 4: Werewolves

The Sims 4: Vampires

The Sims 4: Realm of magic (for crossover Stories)

University (For Alisa's Gen)

Parenthood (for deeper family Storytelling)

Paranormal

Mods I recommend:

MC Command Center: https://deaderpool-mccc.com/downloads.html

Meaningful Stories: https://roburky.itch.io/sims4-meaningful-stories

more traits in CAS: https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/mods/more-traits-in-cas/files/6091837

Relationship and Pregnancy OverHaul: https://www.patreon.com/posts/mod-relationship-75983577 https://modthesims.info/d/643617/occult-hybrid-unlocker-amp-stabilizer.html

UI Cheats: https://www.patreon.com/posts/ui-cheats-v1-48-26240068

Zero's Vampire and Tweaks & Autonomy fixes: https://modthesims.info/d/609464/airianna-s-vampire-tweaks.html

Now here is the start off the challenge:

Gen 1: Rian Mikaelson

Creature: Werewolf

Storyline: You were never meant to lead, but your pack fell apart, you had no choice. Haunted by rage and past trauma, your greatest battle is against yourself. you're raising your kids to do better but fear passing on your darkness.

Traits: Hot-Headed, Family-Oriented, Overachiever (For people who can't use mods: Hot-Headed, Family-Oriented, Active) Aspiration: Lone Wolf Career: Writer

Here are the goals:

Win 3+ Brawls

Update your wolf den (maybe do a rags to riches to this)

Raise 2 kids but pick one for the next gen

Master Writer career

Master fitness, Wellness and Writing

Gen 2: Alya Mikaelson

Creature: Werewolf

Storyline: You're wild and free, the heart of the forest. but you are tired of carrying your father's shadow. You seek peace, a pack of your own and maybe even a love your family would never approve of. your path is about healing. Not Dominance

Traits: Sassy, Loyal, outgoing (For people who can't use mods: Loyal, Adventurous, Self-Assured) Aspiration: Super Parent (Parenthood) Career: Teacher

Here are the goals:

Fall for a non-occult

Form your own pack

Have 1 child

Master Teacher career

Master Fitness, Logic, Research and debate

Gen 3: Izzy Pierce-Mikaelson

Creature: Vampire

Storyline: You didn't ask to be turned, but you're using your powers for good. you fight for the voiceless, always drink from blood bags and keep your humanity alive through kindness. You'll fall in love with a human but never turn them.

Traits: Shy, Bookworm, Protective (For people who can't use mods: Bookworm, Good, Creative) Aspiration: Mater Vampire Career: Painter

Here are the goals:

Only drink plasma packs/fruit

Host 5 charity Events

Reach Master Vampire Rank

Master Painting career

Master Vampire Lore, Charisma and Pipe Organ

Gen 4: Bailey Casey-Mikaelson

Creature: Vampire

Storyline: You fell in love with an evil sim and turned him good.

Traits: Sweet, Jealous, Ambitious (For people who can't use mods: Bookworm Romantic, Jealous, Ambitious) Aspiration: Good Vampire Career: Doctor

Here are the goals:

Keep a diary/Journal

Mentor someone or train a fledgling vampire

Get married once you turn your lover good

Master Doctor career

Master Vampire Lore, Mischief, Wellness

Gen 5: Leah Winchester

Creature: Human then Vampire

Storyline: You were raised to fight monsters. you never expected to become one after falling in love with one.

Traits: Brave, Reckless, Loner (For people who can't use mods: Brave, Loner, Self-Assured) Aspiration: Vampire Family Career: Paranormal investigator

Here are the goals:

Turn mid-Generation (Young Adult -> Adult)

build an underground vampire HQ

defeat 5 "evil" sims

Master Paranormal investigator career (if you can)

Master Logic, Handiness and Vampire Lore

Gen 6: Lydia Winchester

Creature: Hybrid (need the mod now)

Storyline: You are everything your ancestors feared: a born hybrid, Charismatic and powerful. you thrive in fame, romance and control. but what happens when the world can't handle you?

Traits: Sassy, Confident, Romantic (For people who can't use mods: Outgoing, Confident, Romantic ) Aspiration: Renaissance Sim Career: Actor or Tech Guru

Here are the goals:

win 5 fights (both vamps and wolves)

have 2 hybrid kids

become a global superstar

Master Actor or Tech Guru or a job of your choosing career

Master Acting, Fitness, Programming

Gen 7: Ri Mikaelson

Creature: Werewolf

Storyline: Overshadowed by your sister, haunted by your temper… you escape into nature. You’re not the beast people say you are… but if they keep pushing, maybe you’ll become it.

Traits: Angry, Clumsy, Protective (For people who can't use mods: Hot-Headed, Clumsy, Loyal) Aspiration: Master Chef Career: Food career

Here are the goals:

Fall in love with a doctor sim

Have 1 child

Master the food career

Master Cooking, Handiness, Fitness and Baking

Gen 8: Alisa Gilbert

Creature: Human

Storyline: You were born without fangs or claws but you see the truth. A Grimm in a world of monsters, you choose to fight through knowledge, not power. You marry a supernatural and protect them instead.

Traits: Genius, Brave, Perfectionist (For people who can't use mods: Genius, Perfectionist, Brave) Aspiration: Academic Career: Detective

Here are the goals:

Graduate with distinguished Degree

Write and publish a book on vampires and Werewolves

Never become an occult (if you are an occult, try and take a cure for it)

Master Detective career

Master Logic, Research and Debate, Vampire Lore

Gen 9: Alisson Baker

Creature: Human

Storyline: You're an evil sim that's human, you fall in love with another evil sim.

Traits: Evil, Clumsy, Neat Aspiration: Villainous Valentine Career: Criminal

Here are the goals:

Raise 3 kind children

Master the Criminal career

Master Charisma, Cooking and Parenting

Gen 10: Lillth Bennett-Winchester

Creature: Vampire

Storyline: You were raised up with an evil family though your siblings are kind too. Traits: Romantic, Cheerful, Neat (For people who can't use mods: Good, Romantic, Ambitious) Aspiration: Friends of the world Career: Scientist

Here are the goals:

have 1 failed romances and 1 lasting soulmate

GO TO SPACE

Master the Scientist career

Master Writing, Rocket Science, Wellness

OPTIONAL RULES:

Aging: ON (Normal or Long)

Money Cheats: Only for storytelling/lore

Traits: Randomize OR align with story goals

Occults: Must be earned (no cheats to turn)

#sims 4 legacy #sims 4 legacy challenge #sims 4 gameplay #the sims community #ts4 simblr #sims 4 #sims 4 cc #sims community #simblr #the sims #my sims #BloodlinesLegacy #BeastChallenge

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hecateisalesbian · 1 year ago

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art number 21 (my fav number) and 69 (nice)

Yay Spiderverse kslqkkwnwnns

this was more of a costume test for her but I’m HAPPY to dump more information

big thing below cut

Okay it’s still very fleshy and is like a newborns head but here’s what I have so far.

Luz Noceda is a bullied and isolated queer (and later trans hehe) teenager who is struggling with her dad’s death a couple years ago. She is stressed over SATs and has just finished filming her video diary (the one we see before she yknow. Disappears for like 3 months. :D). The spider that landed on her head is crawling around as she is turning off the video. As she’s turning off the computer she sees the spider on her hand and is captivated by its vibrant colors and it looks almost like it’s glowing. Suddenly, it bites her. Luz literally doesn’t care because she’s not afraid (unlike me) and shakes it off, throws a bandaid on, etc.

okay enough of this story I’m bored writing jt

random stuff now

story goes on like usually until she gets to the BI. She doesn’t glitch there because it’s still the same ‘earth’ (152312) but there is two spiders. One has bitten amity, and one got into the human world and bit Luz. Now to amity. Amity has been Spider-Woman (<— her first title) for around 2 years now. Only Ed and Em know her true identity and her Canon Event was First Lost (idk who she lost yet I might make someone up). Anyways she’s known as spider woman and saves the BI from slightly more-worse-than-average creatures (like giraffes /j)

Idk when Luz and Amity find out eachothers identity but I’ve decided it has to be by Clouds on the Horizon cause they gonna kiss (I might make it upside down kiss). Anyways clouds on the horizon Luz is in her spider-light costume underneath her clothes ready for fighting.

I’m jumping around a little lol. Eda and King are the first to know about Luz being Spider-Light since they helped her. Willow and Gus find out later. Hunter finds out during Hollow Mind (HhrHriwj) along with Belos. (Thought he might’ve always known).

anyways back to where we wear. Plan of pretend-to-be-scouts is still the same and they once again get caught. Odalia and Alador find out Amity is Spider-Woman (or also know as Spider-Goo/something to do with abominations and spiders when she changes her costume in Through the Looking Glass Ruins to the purple suit ^) and Luz is Spider-Light. Kiki finds out then too. Luz still goes into the hands of Belos and the big fight between her and him is AMPED with SPIDER POWER now Yay!

anyways that’s kinda what I have so far. Also Amity is later called Spider-Ghost in s3

#Earth 152312 #152312 #adpw spiderverse au #Lumity #luz noceda #amith blight #Spider-light #Spider-woman #spider light 152312 #Spider woman 152312 #Spider goo #Ghost spider #Spider ghost #toh #the owl house #atsv

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martianmuckraker · 1 year ago

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Hostile Sun RPG Play mat

Just uploaded a feature to the Hostile Sun Itch.io that I hope will make learning and teaching the system easier. It’s a character sheet that doubles as a play mat for tracking resources. The bottom of the character sheet has graphics representing each of the Alchemy Resource Currencies in the game. Using poker chips, coins or anything similar you can track how many you have of each resource by…

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dustedmagazine · 4 months ago

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Délirant — Thoughteater (Sentient Ruin Laboratories)

The title of this new LP from Délirant threatens to amp up the dork factor, perhaps to the detriment of the dissonant, menacing environment the music seeks to create. Anyone who played D&D will be familiar with the thoughteater, a solitary and rather stupid beastie, resident in the ethereal plane — and there’s an appealing irony to the creatures’ dim-witted nature. They consumed the energy of thought and other psychological phenomena, but even that diet was unable to increase or sharpen the creatures’ intelligence. The extent to which DB, the Spanish musician who is the sole member of Délirant, has the D&D monster in mind is unclear. Certainly, there’s nothing especially ethereal about the angular, spiky black metal on this record. It’s harsh and heavy noise. But will it suck your brains dry?

Given current socio-political conditions, in the US and elsewhere, the flip answer to that is: We should be so lucky. But no such consolations seem to be in the offing. Perhaps, then, the dissonant, kvlty black metal Délirant creates is what’s needed, as the soundtrack to decline, violence and mounting cultural chaos. Lots of black metal acts have been actively inviting precisely that sort of social phenomena. Some bands (the now largely disappeared Cascadian variety, the more radical of the RABM acts) do so as outraged reporters on humanity’s insufficiency to itself and to its capacity to manage existence on our increasingly distressed earthball. Other black metal acts (the satanic, the cynically misanthropic, the race-baiters and corpse-painted trollish types) have done so with a sort of mordant or mean-spirited joy. Swell.

“Mordant” and “mean-spirited” are modifiers accurately applied to one of DB’s other solo projects, the nasty, raw-punk-inflected Hässlig, which mostly recently issued its Apex Predator tape. Elsewhere this reviewer noted discomfort with some of the project’s semiotics: the recourse to Germanic language alongside of titles like “Slaves” and “Watch Them Hang.” Maybe it’s just button-pushing, maybe it’s sharp-edged irony. But when Alternative for Deutschland is ascendant and Elon Musk is telling right-wing Germans to stop acknowledging the weight of their very particular history, irony isn’t a particularly potent weapon — even from the relative distance of Valencia, DB’s home province in Spain. And maybe it’s just these ears, but when this reviewer hears Délirant’s guitar tone and angularity, he conjures the shape and textures of middle-period releases from Deathspell Omega, über button-pushers and players of peek-a-boo with fascists. It doesn’t help that DB claims Bone Awl and Ildjarn as primary sonic influences for Hässlig.

So: 2025 and we are still fussing over nationalisms and fascism in black metal and adjacent subgenres in heavy music. It’s tired stuff. Your reviewer is a tired man, tapped out by anxiety and rage and his own resentments. The kicker? I really, really like Apex Predator and enjoy, to a somewhat lesser extent, Thoughteater’s friction and dissonance. Sometimes it would be swell to stop questioning, digging on the effing internet and worrying over the implied politics of what’s spinning through the tape deck’s heads or buzzing through the Bluetooth speakers. Maybe it would be nice to take the edge off, to let the thoughteater suck away on all that ambient fear and twitchy thinking. But it won’t help the earthball, or the cultures churning their way toward idiocy and extinction.

Jonathan Shaw

#Délirant #thoughteater #sentient ruin laboratories #jonathan shaw #albumreview #dusted magazine #black metal #metal #Hässlig

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