#WHILE I PLAN OUT NEXT ONE

[marblerose-rue]

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it's this way! / squirrelpaw and leafpaw

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

How we got here (part 4)

Content warning: suggestive content, dubious consent

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[juustozzi]

soccer club shenanigans! also, don't mind the alt uniforms, these were drawn while I was writing and while they're not exactly fic art they share the vibe

[icewindandboringhorror]

Just curious what the average level of personal investment in these sorts of things is. Like, how much do people usually get into silly stuff like this their friends ask of them? etc. etc. Which I know, only surveying a small sample on a very specific website means I'm not getting an exact average idea lol, but.. curious nonetheless .. Maybe reblog for bigger sample size but also this is not very serious at all/not worth a call to action gbhjbhjb

[painted-fanbird]

Huh, turns out that arch-nemesis might be kind of trustworthy after all…

Who knew.

[jackfromthefairytale]

INVENT ANIMATE - Without A Whisper [2023]

dir. Chris Klumpp

[bambeebirdie]

This is for @bluepeachstudios ‘s Ghost in a Shell. It’s really good you should read it.

I looked at exactly one picture of Jupiter Jim and went “yeah this should be enough to draw him.” I will not be answering if it actually was

Have some bonus content under the cut!

And sketches

(I love any character who can say “I don’t want to go back to prison” it’s like the funniest thing to me)

[ind1c0lite]

{copycat au}

A visit

(1+Context , profiles)

[ghosttotheparty]

something in the back of my mind

(wip/preview)

Eddie died. 

They all know it. Robin and Nancy and Steve all checked for a pulse. Steve tried CPR while Dustin shouted and sobbed that he was going to hurt him, even as Nancy said in a voice that was much, much too soft that he was gone. Steve had Eddie’s blood on him for days, under his nails, in the creases of his palms, on his lips and chin and cheeks from trying to give Eddie the breath from his own lungs. When he finally washed it away, he fell into grief all over again, watching it run across the tile floor, down the drain. 

It took him a while to give up on the CPR. It might have been hours. He doesn’t know. He only stopped when Robin physically grabbed his hands and jerked them away, and he could barely even see through his tears, but he could hear her well enough. 

He’s dead, Steve. He’s gone.

He left Eddie’s bandana on his chest. He didn’t know why he did it, why he carefully, tenderly pulled it off Eddie’s head as Robin and Nancy and Dustin watched, and folded it around his hand before placing it just over where Eddie’s heart should have been beating. He’d stopped there for a few moments, just looking at Eddie’s face. It would have looked like he was sleeping if he hadn’t been torn apart. Steve fixed his hair for him, fluffed it out and smoothed it down, barely noticing when it became streaked red with blood. And then he carefully took the guitar pick hanging from Eddie’s neck, and the ring on his left hand. (He gave the guitar pick to Dustin the next day as they sat in the hospital outside Max’s room. Dustin was all out of tears by then, but he took it with a trembling hand and clutched it to his chest, his whole body shaking. Steve kept the ring for himself. He knows they all saw it on his left index finger, but no one said anything about it.)

They had to leave him there. There was no way to get him back up through the ceiling. Dustin was sobbing the whole time, crying that they had to go back, that they couldn’t just leave him there. That he needed a nice grave, or to be cremated, that they needed to love him. That it was cruel. Steve had steeled himself, grabbing Dustin by the shoulders and telling him It’s not possible, Dustin. We did what we could. And Dustin had just fallen against him, holding him so tightly it hurt, crying so hard Steve could hear his voice become rough. He held him. He got Eddie’s blood in his hair. 

When Steve got home, he fell apart. 

There was no one around. Everyone was at home or the hospital, safe and healing, and he was… 

Covered in blood. On his kitchen floor, sobbing and screaming and clutching at his shirt because it was suffocating him. Until the white tile was covered with Upside Down dirt and grime, with dark blood and tears. 

It wasn’t fair, he didn’t think. Eddie had only just gotten involved. He had only wanted to help Chrissy, and now he’s in hell, bloody and eaten and raw, all alone. 

If Steve had been there, maybe he would have been fine. If Steve had been there, maybe he could have fought the bats off, and Eddie would have gotten off with the same injuries Steve has. If Steve had been there, maybe he could have convinced Eddie to run. If Steve had been there If Steve had been there If Steve had been there If Steve had been there If Steve had been there 

It wasn’t until two weeks later that he realised why he was grieving Eddie the way he was. Why he slept at night with Eddie’s battle vest in his arms, why he found himself staring at the ring on his finger for hours on end, why he saw Eddie’s eyes late at night when he was sleeping. (Those are good nights. All the other nights come with demon dogs and bats and blood and flashing lights. Often with one of the kids laying, unmoving, eyes staring up at the red sky, blank. Gone.) When he realised, he couldn’t even cry. He just held Eddie’s vest tighter and closed his eyes against the dim glow of the overhead light. And wished they could have had a little more time. Wished he had kissed Eddie before they parted. Wished he had made Eddie promise to come back to him. Wished and wished and wished. 

The others began to heal. 

Max can’t see. Her legs are still healing, but her arms are okay aside from the occasional burst of pain, and Lucas barely lets her out of his sight. The first time he leaves her hospital room to go home, he has a panic attack. Erica helps him through with Robin, who always seems to know just what to say, what to do. 

Dustin began to recover with the help of a therapist that Owens sets him up with. Steve sees her too. She’s nice, and helpful, even if Steve doesn’t feel much different than he did that first night without Eddie. When she asked how long he knew Eddie, he said quietly Not long enough. She seemed to get it. 

Eddie is dead. 

Everyone knows it. 

The fact settled in Steve’s chest like a brick of ice that refuses to melt. He got used to it. Just like he got used to wet pillowcases under his face and Eddie’s vest resting on his chest in the morning. 

Which is why he falls heavily to the floor when, two months after Eddie’s death, he hears Owens’s voice say, crackly over the phone, 

“We’ve recovered Eddie Munson. He’s alive.” 

***

Eddie comes back after a while, but he's not quite the same. He recognizes all the people that visit him in the hospital, but he doesn't know them, like they're songs he's heard before but can't sing along to. He's paler, and colder, and he has extra teeth now.

And Steve can't stop falling in love with him, especially when Eddie won't stop staring at him, all wide-eyed and full of wonder and curiosity.

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[moregraceful]

I name all of my snake plants after Baltimore Orioles players because...I don't know why I do that.....anyway Adley (she/her pronouns according to my parents) and Adam Jones are making the trip with me but Chris Davis is TOO BIG FOR THE CAR and I'm so sad now. That was my emotional support snake plant through my FMLA leave. He has seen the worst of me (mental illness, forgot to water him for a month) and survived. Now he's like four feet tall and I have to leave him behind because he is so big that he takes up more than a third of my luggage space in the car 🥲 I took such good care of him that now he has to live independent of me. Goodbye Chris Davis I will think of you fondly as I encourage Adley to grow big and strong.

[kuromi-hoemie]

feeling v proud of myself for eyeing something and thinking “that seems like it's 70 inches” then it was 😌

[all-thestories-aretrue]

Holy fuck y'all i should NOT be awake 😭

[charlotterenaissance]

baffling decision for season 2, episode 18 to end with lewis making a legit effort for charlotte, making a picnic of things she likes and hugging her and seeming really happy with her

only for episode 19 to trample all over that with him blowing her off after she mentions that she misses him and hasn't seen him for a while, then apparently forgetting he even has a girlfriend altogether and softly flirting with his ex while the narrative agrees that this is correct because, unlike charlotte, cleo always smiles when she first sees lewis. you know. unlike charlotte. who goes out of her way to try and make lewis happy and smiles literally every time she sees him. there's not even an episode between these!

[serickswrites]

Two Birds, One Bullet

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Warnings: restraints, captivity, threat of torture, threat of death, gun, falling from a great height, defiant whumpee, forced to choose, potential mcd (emphasis on POTENTIAL)

Whumper circled Whumpee and Caretaker, waving their gun in the air as they spoke. “Well, well, well, looks like I captured two little birds in my net instead of just the one I was wanting.”

Whumpee struggled against the rope around their wrists, barely noticing the painful chafing as they tried to break free. They pushed against Whumper’s goons as they held Whumpee down. “LET CARETAKER GO!”

“Whumpee, it’s ok, it’s ok,” Caretaker whispered. 

Whumpee knew Caretaker was lying. Knew by the fine tremor that wracked their frame. Knew by the look in their eyes. Knew by the way their held their mouth. They knew that Caretaker was terrified and it was all their fault. 

“Why would I do that?” Whumper rounded on Whumpee. “I only wanted you and now I have something precious to you. Maybe then you’ll give me what I want. Just give me a few moments with Caretaker.”

“I will never give you what you want. You hurt one hair on Caretaker’s head, you can kiss this source of information goodbye.”

“Everyone always talks, Whumpee. It’s only a matter of time.”

“I will never, ever, ever tell you.” Whumpee spat the last word out with such venom that Caretaker flinched back and deeper into Whumper’s goons’ arms. 

“We’ll just see about that,” Whumper muttered. They took a deep breath. “Don’t you think this is such a pretty view?” They gestured around them, giving a quick twirl. “Perks of owning a castle.”

“Bit pretentious if you ask me.”

“Whumpee!” Caretaker hissed as one of the goons dug nails into their arms. 

“If you hurt them, I won’t tell you a thing, Whumper! I mean it! Let them go!”

“You are so stubborn,” Whumper rolled their eyes. “Very well, I’ll make you a deal, Whumpee. You get to pick. What happens to my two birds. I only have one bullet in my gun, the bullet that was meant for you.” Whumper grabbed Whumpee by their shirt collar and dragged them to the edge. “You choose, who gets the bullet and who gets to answer my questions.”

“CARETAKER DOESN’T KNOW ANYTHING! LET THEM GO!” Whumpee struggled against Whumper.

Whumper tightened their grip. “Ah, but I can’t be sure. I can’t be sure they don’t know. And letting them go isn’t one of your choices, Whumpee. So do you want me to shoot Caretaker in the head?”

“NO!” Whumpee roared, “LET THEM GO NOW! I WON’T TELL YOU A THING IF YOU HURT THEM! LET THEM GO!” Whumpee yelled, surging forward and headbutting Whumper in the process. 

Whumper put a hand to their forehead. “I wouldn’t say such things if I were you.”

“LET. THEM. GO.” Whumpee’s words were so full of rage that Caretaker flinched back. They had never heard Whumpee act like this before. 

“Bullet for you or for Caretaker.” Whumper got in close once more, running the gun along Whumpee’s jaw. “It could be quick for them. Just a one, two, and poof, Caretaker’s gone. It won’t be quick if you pick you. Can’t blame you though. It would be the cowardly thing to pick you and let them suffer in your place.”

Whumpee growled and surged forward once more, headbutting Whumper even harder. With a roar of rage, Whumper shoved Whumpee backwards. “Fine. No bullet for you.”

Caretaker looked on in horror as Whumper shoved Whumpee once more towards the edge and Whumpee toppled over backwards. “NOOOOO!”

As Whumpee sailed through the air, they could hear Whumper’s laugh. Could hear Caretaker’s screams. And they hoped that Caretaker would be alright. That they wouldn’t pay for Whumpee’s defiance. And that the team would make it in time to save Caretaker. Whumpee couldn’t do it. And the team wouldn’t be in time for them. Because Whumpee was out of time. 

Whumpee closed their eyes a breath before they hit the ground and knew nothing more. 

[icewindandboringhorror]

Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...