#Soppy

[bengaly]

wettest, soppiest rat

[i-like-eyes]

c'monnnnnnnnnn

[billiesbabygirl]

From first kiss to first time.

[multi-royalty]

CAN YOU GUYS BELIEVE THAT MULTI-ROYALTY IS NOW OVER A YEAR OLD??? I’ve been in the rpc for a whole year 🥹and what a crazy time it’s been, I have actually learnt so much over the last year about my writing style and found my creative side again. I learnt to edit the way I do and it's just amazing to take so much of it.

I know I've made some forever friends here, something I didn't think would happen, and didn't know I needed coming into this, but I'm so thankful for them.

to : @gunchamber @carp3diems @tvintedspvrk @snnydcys @impurc @ofcrossrcads - I love you all so much ! and I'm so glad to be blessed with your friendship every day from this experience.

to : @malka-lisitsa - you introduced me to this world, and it's something I'd never go back on.

to : @tutorgirlcommissions - I love you, I still wonder if you ever thought a customer would become your girlfriend one day, and I'm lucky that out of everyone it's me :) hehe

and to the amazing writers I've written with and admired this year : @stanfordprepped @langdhon @ravenskeeper @bunnyblooded @unsettledspirits @lycanslain @traumapyre @prettydead @faiththesinfulslayer @kingmakercastle @cosmicjest @little-miss-buffy @ofblackskies @ofmikaelsonmagiks @astormymind @touchedbydestiny @petrovawitch @hybrid-royalty-main @hellgiven @seesgood @iworryalotdarling @awalkoflife @feylived @hellsurvivr @headofrdi @butscrewmefirst @bloodysilverscream @tofeelthecold @unbearablyindifferent @townwxtch @lordofthestrix @demonstigma @fatesurvived @talesfromthevoiid @miercolaes @amesstms @founderscouncil AND SO MANY MORE (BUT IT WOULDN'T LET ME TAG ANYMORE ) thank you for putting up with me and I'm grateful to have the privilege of writing with you all!

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[cardboardlife]

comics from my book, BABY: a Soppy Story

Six years later and two additional children later and this problem still goes on to some extent!

[jelly-moss]

Soppy Puppy (Retired 2017)

[soft-kisses-at-midnight]

You're spring, summer, and all of my dreams

Description: Sometimes, the one that saves them all, also needs saving. With opened palms, you realise you can put everything back together.

Warnings: hurt/comfort I suppose, it's truly a sappy piece! crying?? would that be one?? (you can tell I haven't done this for a while huh?)

IT was just another day, where condensation dripped from crinkled water bottles leaving rings on worn blankets. Grass taking on the colour of the sun, feeling like natures own sword stabbing the ankles that rest upon it; air becoming sickeningly sweet with raspberry syrup slushies and happiness.

It was just another day, when you realised you loved him. Soft music playing from a pair of over-loved headphones, foam splitting from its cover. With his arms under his head, nodding slightly to the muted music and sunglasses hiding those iris’ bursting with endless colour. He looked like a dream, something too perfect to be tangible. Your mirage.

With the summer acting as a backdrop to him, he was made for summer. He was made for stargazing, watching the first firefly at night, sharing stories in whispers afraid the night will steal the vulnerability. He was made for warmth, a kind that sinks deep in your bones and never leaves; made for post-it note confessions in the morning, the first slow dance at prom. He was made for everything good.

Eyelashes kissing cheeks, freckles dancing across skin; he lay there, blissfully unaware that your heart was full of him.

“Do you ever feel like you were made for more than this?” a voice so soft it’s barely there, so conscious of his confession he daren’t raise its volume. Oh no, but that’s Steve. Steve is whispers of unfounded insecurity in a world that spins on the axis of him.

“How do you mean?” your heart calls back, it wants to scream ‘you can never be more than everything’ but it keeps itself locked between your rib cage, silent and waiting.

“Like, I don’t know just-” the pause comes, and it sits in the air like a couple on a swing. Easing a hand from the back of his head, grass creases all over the backs of them, he lifts the glasses to show his eyes. The eyes that make sailors sing sad songs in envy of them, can sink ships if he put his mind to it.

“I always thought whatever I’d do would be more than this, more than dead end jobs and even deader dreams I guess.” He lifts his body to sit upright, glasses falling onto the blanket and crossed legs facing you. Palms wringing themselves, almost scolding. “Maybe it’s just the weather making me nostalgic about high school, everyone had big dreams then you know? It’s probably just that, don’t worry about it.” and with a shake of his head, hair falling in front of his face, the short-lived emotion claws itself back inside already fearing of saying too much.

“No no, it’s not nothing, I was just thinking that’s all it’s a lot to take in.” Leaning your head on your upright arm, elbow bent into the fabric on the floor whilst your other hand busies with uprooted daisies pondering the statement. With eyes lifting to meet his, you say “I think it’s perfectly okay to not know everything, like what you’re going to do in 10 years or who you’re going to be. Just because we’re older doesn’t mean we have to have it all figured out.” dropping the daisy, you rise to mirror his position.

“And I don’t think you have dead dreams, only changed one’s and that’s okay too.”

It was just another day when you thought maybe your heart had exploded within your chest, bursting at the seams in compassion. Wanting nothing more than to prove to him that he is summer, that he’s like the first cup of coffee in the morning or the first daffodil in spring. Wanting nothing more than to show him the kaleidoscope of colour he truly is when all he paints himself as, is grey.

“I think, that you, Steve Harrington-“ locking eyes as you point to his chest with a soft smile “can be anything you want and more.” with a small nod to seal the words in stone in his mind, telling him to keep those words locked away for a rainy day.

“Yeah? You think so?” If it was entirely possible for hearts to cry, yours would weep at his words. Words coming from a man, but repeated by the boy who only wanted love but looked in all the wrong places; who never had a full heart, but always went around watering everyone else’s just to watch them bloom. He saved all those who knew him from a drought of love, whilst he was withering away. A heart wrapped in thorns, unrelentingly distrustful from being scarred one too many times. And his eyes; whilst his heart was in drought, his eyes were drowning. Drowning in a sorrow so deep rooted it seemed it would always stay, pupils swimming to keep afloat among the sadness but failing.

A hand catches his chin, just as the first tear falls. Whilst cupping his face, your thumb moves to soothe the burning skin underneath.

“You are everything I dream I could be, but I don’t envy you.” eyes starting to match his, the waves crashing from your eyelids. With a small watery scoff and a shake of the head, you continue “nope, not one bit, you know why? Because I get to watch you become everything you’re meant to be and more, got a front row seat to everything you are and ever will be, doesn’t get better than that.” thumb still stroking soaked skin, his lip catches with his breath. He pushes air outward so deeply, as if to blow all the feelings away, all the feelings he never felt validated to feel, the feelings he kept locked away in a rusty cage with a broken lock just hoping it would be enough to hide it.

But here it is, in all it’s glory. The rain clouds in his eyes turned to crashing waves, then came the tsunami. All at once, the rusty cage fell apart, and out it came. “It’s okay to cry, Steve.” the whisper calls to him, and fuck that’s all it took.

Shoulders shaking with past doubts, hair bouncing from broken promises, eyes squinting in trodden love, hands jumping in irreversible fear; he wept.

Your hand moved to the back of his neck, and ushered him to your chest. Hoping he could hear the rhythm of your heart and know that the blood within it is soaking it in love for him. That with every exhale, your lungs thank him for the scent of home. You hoped.

Nevertheless, you rocked you both back and forth. It’s then, you realised, even summer has thunder storms.

Stroking the tear-dampened hair from his scalp as your chin rests upon it, you hum. You hum in lieu of anything remotely comparable to something as poetic as him. How can you prove to one of the greatest masterpieces you’ve ever seen, that they’re just that? How can you prove that he’s like sun to a sunflower, everyone stands on attention in the air that is him? How can you ever prove to him, that he will never be short of everything?

"You are my favourite part of my day, whether that be chlorine-soaked adventures or merely the comfort of knowing you. You are sunrise and midnight, something people look at and just say 'Wow, I can't believe I ever missed this.'" His hair only dampening further, head shaking, begging for composure. "I wish you could see you as you truly are, you're the first day of July, you're like your favourite blanket on a rainy day, or listening to your favourite song for the first time." With every word, the sobs only permiate below you. The only thing your soul can feel is anger. How dare the world make him feel like he isn't enough. How dare the world paint him anything less than iridescent.

"Everyone who knows you, gets luckier every day you stay by them. It's a pleasure to know you; not a hinderance, Steve." with every word, his self doubt cracks away even more, even in the hope of one day believing you.

"To know you, is to love you, and fuck. Loving you is the greatest thing I will ever do. I'll love you when it rains, or when the sun shines from the clouds. I'll love you in black & white, or colour. I will love you regardless of any context, because it is the greatest thing i have ever been allowed to do." You remove him from your chest, cheeks flushed and eyes more scarlett than when they were last seen, but no less beautiful.

"Thank you, for letting me love you." with cheeks pressed into soaked palms his eyes met yours.

His eyes saying all the words so he wouldn't have to, his eyes gluing over cracks in armour as the teardrops stopped. Only the tracks in thier wake, he gave you a small nod with a shy smile.

"Having you love me, is all I'll ever need." head leaning against your hand, you sat there. Soaking up confessions that were far too earnest for Steve to believe it could ever be about him.

From the boy who never felt love, to the man who was now overflowing in it. His heart was finally home.

This is one of my favourite things I have ever written, I hope you guys enjoy it! Sometimes it's nice to comfort our boy xoxo

[peblezq]

Sallow-Sweeting Family art that nobody asked for

[effabledisaster]

Love bares its teeth. Love screams, love howls, love beats the wall then listens to silence and waits. Loud love muzzled for safety dreams of destruction, cares not what it breaks. It longs for chaos large and deep, for pain enough to prove itself. For the ease of outward violence to render that within. This love is strong, this love brags; it can defeat armies, it would fell a city, raise the volcano; would quiet a mob with its willpower stealing the rage - the roaring pain draws attention like an open bleeding fire. This love would fight a car if it got in the way. This love would build things and tear its hands. Would go too far. Would follow you; would walk, too far. This love could kill me.

[awkwardauthorwrites]

So this is going to be really mushy but I just want to let you all know how much I love you and appreciate you. When I made this Tumblr a week ago (A LITERAL WEEK AGO) I never thought I would recieve this kind of reaction to my writing - something I hadn't done in over a year because of (I'm sure we can all relate) life getting me down.

To see so many people like what I have to say, and how I say it, has made my enitre life. I will never be able to put into words how thankful I am for every single one of you; whether you have liked, commented, reblogged, followed me or even silently read my work.

You make me so unbelievably happy and I adore every single one of you for it

[survive-object-poll-island]

At this point we need a soppy tag

- Ice cohost

Nope!

[cardboardlife]

[jelly-moss]

Soppy Kitty Soother (Retired 2017)

[thetinytreesleft]

i love that feeling when you listen to music that you know someone you love likes for the first time and it just feels so special because you that this is something that they listened to and loved and it just feels like you understand a tiny part of them better?

[peblezq]

Poppy Sweeting and Sebastian Sallow dancing in the candlelight.