#I hate writing dialogue

[kozh-lucium]

Ravenweave ch.3 “Impressions”

Done. I hope I don’t bait people into thinking that this chapter will be exciting and action focused like the previous :v

[artiststarme]

What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins? Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

I'm still surprised that people are interested in this but hey, if you want more, I'll keep writing more! Thanks again for all of your nice comments. I think I managed to tag everyone that wanted to be tagged. If not, let me know and I will tag you in the next part!

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Steve called his mom on his fourth day of being in the city. He had already used his charm to secure a job at a preppy coffee shop in downtown Chicago. And he had put her name down as a reference in an effort to secure the studio apartment located above the shop. She seemed surprised that he had stayed in touch, despite him telling her he would. Regardless, she remained engaged throughout their admittedly short conversation and told him about his friends visiting the house. And wasn’t that a baffle. He hadn’t expected anyone to notice his absence, much less go to look for him at all. Maybe that meant that he could still be of use to them despite him acting hastily. 

Later that day, he called Dustin from his motel room phone. Mrs. Henderson answered and told him that Dustin was at the Wheeler’s house playing DnD. She asked if Steve wanted to leave a message but he declined and said his goodbyes. He didn’t want to bother Dustin if he was going about his typical routine. Maybe his mom was wrong about them worrying about him?

He called Family Video next to speak to Robin. Steve was not mad at his best friend, he was happy for her. She was finally in a happy relationship, she was spending time with family, and she was aiming to go away to college in the fall. Even still, their growing distance stung. She had better things to worry about than some dumb jock that dragged her into the nasty Upside down business. But man, talking to his best friend after being entirely alone for a little while sounded pretty damn good. 

“Hello, Family Video, how can I help you?” Robin answered with bored inflection. 

“Hey Robs, it's Steve.”

He heard a clatter over the phone before she hurriedly responded, “oh my god, Steve? What the hell, Steve. Where are you? I leave town for four days and you fall off the face of the planet. Jesus Christ, are you okay?”

Steve smiles at her familiar rambling and lets out a happy sigh. “I’m alright. How was your grandma?”

He hears an angry grumble and hardly has time to brace himself before she releases her worried wrath. “We are not talking about my grandma, Steve! We’re going to talk about you. About how you left town without telling anyone after avoiding everyone for months and getting kicked out by your parents. What the fuck, Steve! Why wouldn’t you come to one of us? We could’ve helped you.”

“I’m fine.”

“Bullshit Steve!” He full-body flinched at the venomous word. “People that are fine do not run away from town without telling any of their friends!”

Steve rolled his eyes and huffed, “I’m surprised anyone even noticed.”

There was a moment of silence in which Robin stared at Eddie with the phone held between them. Thinking she may have hung up, Steve pulled the phone away from his ear to look at it before asking quietly, “hello?”

Eddie spoke then in a subdued and quiet tone, “why wouldn’t we have noticed, Steve?”

Steve blinked in shock. He hadn’t realized that Eddie was there. This was too much, too quick. Apparently his friends had noticed he was gone and were offended he left without telling them. What the fuck. 

“No one has wanted me around for weeks! I’ve been alone for months and the only time someone reached out, it was for a ride or to borrow money for the arcade. No one even talked to me unless I reached out first. So, I didn’t think it would be a big deal if I left. I didn’t realize anyone would notice.”

Robin or Eddie made a strange keening sound before Eddie spoke into the phone. “Steve, you’re our friend. Of course we noticed, man. Where are you now?”

Steve let out a derisive laugh of disbelief, “some friends, man. You don’t even like me. I have to go. Bye.”

He placed the phone back in its cradle and laughed humorlessly. How dare they say they cared now that he was gone? Their actions certainly didn’t show it. Some revelations have been made since Spring Break. He knew they were his friends but he definitely wasn’t theirs. So much for staying in touch. That’s on him for being hopeful he mattered to someone. 

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“No, no, no, Steve!” Robin yelled into the phone but Steve had already hung up. Tears bled from her eyes as she realized just how much she had messed up with her best friend. She cried as she watched the phone, waiting for Steve to call back.

Eddie looked stricken on the other side of the counter where he held the phone in front of him, unseeing eyes clouded and looking into the distance. He set the phone back on the cradle and settled his elbows on the counter before letting his face fall into his hands. Of all the things Steve could have said, Eddie had not been expecting him to say he thought Eddie didn’t like him. He might love the guy. He had blown things out of proportion though and his attempts at protecting his own heart had broken Steve’s. 

Robin looked up at Eddie through her eyelashes, tears still dripping down her face. “How are we going to fix this, Eddie? He’s my best friend. He can’t just be gone.”

Eddie stressfully ran a hand through his unruly curls as he sighed. “I don’t know. How did we not realize it had gotten so bad?”

“I don’t know, it’s Steve! He’s always there, he’s just… Steve. He’s never not okay,” Robin said, gesturing as if to motion to Steve’s ‘okayness’.

“Apparently not! But what do we do now? The Chief said he couldn’t file a missing persons report because he left of his own damn free will. What else can we do?” 

Robin just shook her head and turned to help a customer ready to check out at the counter. Both her and Eddie made a silent promise to themselves. They were going to fix this somehow.

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[baby-fever-anon]

another snippet

[plasma-janes]

Gavin: I want to thank you both again for letting me stay here.

January: Of course, what are friends for?

Gavin: I know it was a lot to ask of you. Which is why I found a new place.

January and June: Already?

Gavin: I guess your friend Harris is moving to Oasis Springs for his job and he has an extra room.

June: How exciting! Harris is a great guy, you know . . .

Gavin: Ahem, anyways . . . I'm also going down to part time at the office. I want to focus more on writing and my book.

January: This is amazing, Gavin! We're so thrilled to see you're happy, you deserve it.

[radioroxx]

i do not have . the energy or time or motivation to make Whole comes for how scenes and bits would play out in the bonnie in the loops au. this one i did for a lil fun :)

also important note but not really important bonnie was nooooot invited to the loop hangout :/ they came anyway which complicated things but dw about it

[ggumjjun]

# jisung + marking

# nsfw + mdni. jisung’s a love biter. and just mille trying to avoid dialogue.

it’s the way jisung’s a love biter, kisses on your lips slowly traveling down to your neck, long, slender fingers tipping up your chin to expose your soft, pretty neck. one hand on your waist, holding you tightly to his lap, the other gentle and careful to hold your face, a wet trail of kisses on your skin.

and there’s no words to be said, as his teeth graze your neck briefly, gently nipping your skin directly above your rapid heartbeat, a low, deep hum at the quiet sounds he elicits from your throat. a nip, then a lesser gentle suck, bruising your skin in a splotchy, darkening bloom of a hickey.

jisung’s soft hair brushing against your jaw as he kisses each fresh bite he leaves, slowly and gentle as if hickeys are a mark of a love note, a quiet, subtle claim to your body as his. splotchy, loving bruises trailing down your skin, his gaze glancing up as if in a loving trance up to your eyes through his long lashes, fingers letting go of your chin to slowly unbutton the shirt of his you’re wearing. and as he slips each button undone, a fresh hickey finds its way to replace a fading one, down to the pretty swells of your chest. your fingers gently tugging on his hair as jisung groans softly at the sensation, tugging his shirt off your shoulders carefully, just enough to expose more skin, leaning down to bite another mark, bruises flowering on your soft breasts, his grip on your waist tightening, as if he never wants to let go.

a small blush on his cheeks, seeing the way he’s left so many marks, both fresh and healing. jisung can’t help it. the right words always fail him, shyness overtaking the way he wishes to tell you something. so in the intimate, romantic moments like these, he’ll leave his claim to tell you his love, through the marks marring your skin. and in the same way he’ll smile quietly and nudge your concealer away from his bites, a shy smile on his lips when he catches a glimpse of a love bite on your skin when the wind ruffles your clothes, so quiet but prominently saying you’re his.

—

jisung’s a love biter, his big hands holding your thighs spread open, soft groan emanating from his throat at the sight of your pretty, plush thighs covered in fading marks of his, biting his plush lower lip before leaning in, placing kisses over the remaining bruises. it’s jisung’s way of teasing, to leave trailing bites up to your core, each nip a touch harder than before, until his lips press against your clit, warm tongue licking up your slit, a hint of a smile when your fingers thread through his hair and quiet whimpers fall from your lips, he’s pleased.

and lying on his chest while his softening cock warms your pussy, a sticky mess he’s left of cum dripping down the love bites on your thighs, his fingers tracing the hickeys on your chest like constellation stars, humming softly to a song because he can’t sleep after sex until you have.

[metlbeetl]

Wilson Eats Grass

[hoshiina]

SOUSHIROU. 01  “i wouldn’t marry myself either” hoshina soushirou

Perhaps he had misheard you.

"What did you say?" he asked, wanting to hear what you said again.

"I'd marry you with paper rings," you said, absolutely certain.

It was definitely not the response he expected when he expressed his worries— his understanding of how you may feel.

"But," he started to say when you cut him off.

"But I would," you said. "Perhaps you think of my love as something so... grand? Something you don't seem to deserve?"

Hoshina stayed silent. While he had never thought it through, that was exactly how he felt. He could have everything in the world and he'd still feel too little for your love.

"I don't know. I'd love to know what you see in me, Soushirou. But I love you. My love is for you and you alone," you said. "I fear that's all there is to it. It's probably not as valuable as you expect... but it's all yours."

Oh, how wrong you were. That was precisely why it was so valuable. It was your love. Love from you. And here you were, telling him it was all for him. He didn't know how to react— he didn't know how to express such a grand happiness that washed over him.

"I'd do anything for you," he said, avoiding eye contact, and you gasped a little, but it surprised him too. He wasn't one to say such a line.

"But you wouldn't have to," you said. "Just tell me you love me every once in a while and I'm yours forever."

He turned to look up at you, eyes wide in slight disbelief almost, but the look on your face washed his worries away. Finally, a chuckle.

"I love you so much, you don't even know."

i was thinking about it and this is most likely inspo this fic by @/kazumist. been on the back of my head since yesterday absolutely gorgeous fic.

[anna-scribbles]

what a shame, i can see it all now that we’re through

- firearm by lizzy mcalpine

(chapter 5 of call it even is making me feel bonkers insane. thank u @sha-nwa)

[firbolgfriend]

I don’t know if I’ll post the full comic here because. Dialogue is cringe. But I do like these sketches

[mintypsii]

guys i love them i promise i just have the urge to put them through the grinder sometimes

umm on the bright side here's the alternate good ending version lol!!!!!

[r0b0t1me]

he should get to be a dad part 2 (part 1)

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

Every time I see someone earnestly say that Carver hates Hawke, I have to exercise such restraint to not scream.

Every day I get closer to writing a deep dive about him because that's my guy. He's so interesting. He feels so much. He tries so hard when talking to the other companions and some of the dynamics he has with them are so good. He can be so fucking funny and sweet and awkward. He so badly wants to be wanted and appreciated and to protect everyone he loves.

Carver Hawke, they could never make me hate you.

[lemonisntreal]

BLINKY BLINKY BLINKY BLINKY BLINKY BLINKY BLINKY BLI

[akiuge]

“ivansua siblingism”, i say into the mic

panels are numbered in order so hopefully it makes it easier to read!!

[a-whumped-tea]

Got caught trying to escape by your captor? Gaslight them!

"And where do you think you're goin-"

"Oh my god, Whumper, I've been looking for you everywhere!!"

"...What?"

"You had me worried sick!! Do not make me worry like that again, Whumper. Do you realize how hard it was to get out of those chains?? Do you?? I scraped up my hands getting out of them!! Do you have any idea what could have happened if I hadn't gotten out?? I could have died from worry and it would have been all your fault!!"

"......Huh?"

"I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed."