Have an itty bitty tiny piece of stasis in darkness, just so you all have an idea of where the story is going after the godly reveal. and also have proof that i am, in fact, still toiling away at this (as well as hawkins halfway house.)
A week and a half later, Steve entered a town he’d never seen before. He wore simple traveling clothes and carried no weapons aside from a couple of carefully hidden knives. He’d left his armor and shield behind. His satchel held only the essentials one needed for travel and a single stone as large as his fist. The stone was wrapped in layers of cloth to keep it safe during the journey.
I need you to find someone.
He felt very bare but he hadn’t been given much of a choice. Speed was of the essence for his quest, and little no-name towns tended to be wary of strangers in plain clothes, even more so around strangers decked out for battle. Steve wasn’t sure this place could be called a town. It was so small it hadn’t been on any official map. It didn’t even have an inn. Hopefully, Steve wouldn’t be needing an inn once he found who he was looking for.
He’s too far from me to reach.
He asked around, laying on the charm generously. He explained he had been a friend of a friend and had been trusted to deliver something. Eventually, he was told where to go. The house he found far beyond the village’s boundary was small. It looked like it had once been well cared for but it was old and had fallen to disrepair. Steve took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
A sallow old man opened the door. He was bald but had some scruff on his face still. His shoulders, stooped from age, trembled. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked so tired.
He’s my very last worshiper in all the world.
“Wayne Munson?” Steve asked.
“Who wants to know?” The man’s voice was phlegmy and rough. He coughed into the crook of his elbow almost before he could finish speaking.
“I’m Steve. Ser Steve Harrington, pledged to the Lord of Night.”
Wayne’s eyes widened. His grip on the open door weakened and slipped. Steve caught the door before it could hit Wayne.
“He sent me to you,” Steve explained. “May I come in?”
yep, that's it for now. i told you it was small. i'm not even gonna bother with a read-more here.
Okay I'm intruiged to know ur thoughts on ATYD remus
Because as much as I like ATYD I think that, a lot because of the changes to his back story and formative childhood years, he's a very different character to canon remus
And that's not like a bad thing because this fandom has almost no canon but out of the marauder remus has one of the most canon personalities and ATYD version I feel is very different?
Idk Just wondered if you had thoughts on it? :3
i fw all remus'. there is not a single characterisation of remus i will dislike, he's SO interesting and so layered.
i LOVE atyd remus and yeah,,, different character because it is, yk? 🤷♂️ he's not canon remus and his backstory is changed and i loved it sm. i know a lot of people call him overly aggressive etc but i think it works so well and it's such a fun take on him AND he is so soft. he's so soft. "His hip doesn't hurt. He has to tell Sirius." UGH. i love them.
NOT YOU !! this isn't you but whenever i post about atyd and use the term "canon-compliant" people get really annoyed because of those changes but to me,,, idk. canon compliant doesn't mean that everything is the same to me but rather that the key plot points (werewolf, prank, war, etc) play out the same way no matter what changes are made. and yeah he's different to canon remus because fanon and also,,, we see him at different points in life in those two areas.
and also the fandom is horrible about atyd anyway because they seem to think bigger fics mean fandom etiquette don't apply which,,, ugh. stfu. go write it in your notes app not a comment section.
idk. i don't really care about how well stuff matches canon actually. she-who-must-not-be-name doesn't know the marauders like i do 😕↔️ atyd remus ily and your grouchiness
I’ve blocked the anon because, honestly, I don’t want them reading my stuff if they are gonna act the way they are.
but I do this for free. I do this in my spare time. I write because I enjoy it and I like sharing my writing and my thoughts with people. I like coming on here and talking to everyone about these silly little boyfriends. I enjoy creating these wee universes and concepts and worlds with people.
when people send requests, I’m in no way obligated to write it. if I change it to fit a narrative, I’m well within my right to do so. if I change it to feel more inspired with it, I’m within my right to do so.
for people to come in here and act pissy that I write for a certain universe or get pissy because people requests blurbs for that universe is so stupid and wild. we are here to have fun. I’m here to have fun. I’m not here to fulfil your needs and desires like a machine.
you can’t come in here and start being judgemental and shitty for what I write or choose to write or choose to do with an idea someone’s sent in. you can’t come in here and tell me how I should be using my blog.
and thankfully, the majority of the anons I get sent are supportive and sweet. but I’m not gonna sit here and let people send me shit like that.
you will get blocked. I don’t care if that makes me a bitch or not. I would rather my stuff doesn’t get read by someone who’s gonna complain about it!
someone pls bully me to stop getting caught on tumblr-twitter endless loop and go finish that chapter because if i don't before i lose my entire weekend to work i am going to cry about it a lot UGH
People are so stupid about snakes. If there's a little black racer chilling outside just leave it alone, you don't have to kill it, it's probably dealing with all your pests for you, jesus christ
the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.
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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.
I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.
I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.
If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.