finally back in town homie here u go 💘 🎀 💞 💌
💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?
you know, i think all i'd want to rewrite is my blemiplat fic. all my stuff from other fandoms are kind of relics of the person n writer i was during the time those fics were posted, but i reread the blemiplat fic recently and it BUGGED ME. after all the time i spent agonizing over what to write for arknights (which you were there to hear, u brave n beloved soul) and all the wips i ended up making, i published just the one thing and it was too early... i NEEDED the deep plat lore, she's out of character w/ the new info we got and it drove me BONKERS when i reread it recently... in some alternate universe a more disciplined bandit rewrote that fic, but this one is leaving it be
🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing
like any good jester, i've got mad jokes! that hasn't changed, but i think in the past i was capable of establishing a strong mood and setting and keeping a fic very contained within that atmosphere. i dont think my newer works have that cozy contained feeling anymore, but it could be im being more daring w/ my new fics? the jury is out...
💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language
characters, for sure. i live n die by whether or not characters r recognizable, esp since my plots tend to be along the lines of "hey wouldn't it be funny if". its important to me that my writing is technically strong too, but i can and have convinced ppl to follow me to places they wouldn't go w/ a gun as long as my character work is strong
💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
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[Pearl] slips from her perch and muscles into the space between Marina and the arm of the couch, leaning her entire (insubstantial) body weight against Marina's side. They’re pressed hip to hip, as close as they can get without Pearl going squid and clambering crawling into her lap. She's taken to doing that recently, an about-face from the Pearl who usually restricts herself to friendly bumps of the shoulder and quick, one-armed hugs.
To be fair, that's a boundary that Marina set to begin with. She'd been so skittish in the early days, longing for and shying away from friendly touch in equal measure. Then came her stupid, awful, wonderful crush, and with it the lingering fear that Pearl would see right through her if they touched. Pearl would get too close, and she’d know that Marina was helplessly in love, head over heels, and that just couldn't happen. She couldn’t give away one secret without losing the other. Her past, octolings and inklings, Off the Hook… it was too much complication, even without considering that Pearl didn't love her like that.
But the big secret is out now, and Pearl's reaction has outstripped even her wildest dreams. Not only did Pearl accept her, all of her, without a second thought, she’s even helping Eight settle into life on the surface. Not to mention the way Pearl’s been acting lately. She’s so sweet, practically doting, and Marina can’t help but hope that she has a chance -- if only she can keep from getting ahead of herself.
But it’s just so hard to play it cool when Pearl is warm and plyable and close enough for Marina to smell her ridiculously-expensive cologne. One of Marina's tentacles squirms over her shoulder to twine around Pearl’s narrow frame, the tip of it coming to rest coyly on her collar. She nearly chokes, her cheeks blazing with heat.
And that’s the other reason why she tries not to open herself up to more contact than girl friends -- girls being friends, oh cod -- would normally share. Her tentacles and their occasionally-uncooperative brains want nothing more than to betray her constantly.
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"You clean up nicely, Stevie"
cw: mentioned blood and gore | mafia/mob AU | steddie pre-murderhusbands relationship
big thanks to @dapandapod for beta reading and improving my poor attempt to write sth
Steve Harrington is good at his job. He's quick, he is thorough and most importantly, he doesn't ask questions.
There's nothing that could shock him anymore. He's seen everything.
Steve doesn’t mind severed limbs, gore, blood and body fluids, sometimes creatively mixed in more ways than are pleasant to imagine.
He's used to it, and cleaning it is what earns him a nice living as a crime scene cleaner.
Or just... scene cleaner maybe.
He doesn't work with the police or authorities. No, his specialty lies outside the law, which means he arrives before a mess becomes a nuisance. He cleans until there is not a speck of blood left, until there is nothing to indicate that something happened there. Was there ever a crime committed if there is no crime scene?
The money's amazing by the way. Of course cleaning the remains is a shit job but if you add the hush money on top, well, ain't that a nice bonus.
Again, Steve doesn't ask questions. He doesn't care. It's none of his business.
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Eddie's shoes are squeaking in the puddle of blood he tried and failed to not step into.
He flips the business card around and squints at the hurried scribble of a phone number that was added right under the name "Stevie".
He trusts Chrissy's background check.
They were in a dire need of a new guy after the previous one decided to catch a bullet with his face after snooping one time too many.
Eddie looks up to the blood stained walls and ceiling and dials the number on the card.
"Hello?"
"Watergate Street 53", is all Eddie replies.
"How many?", Stevie asks.
"Uhm, five?"
"You sure? Might wanna go check again?", Stevie laughs into the phone.
Bitch.
"It's five." Eddie answers, annoyed.
There's a low whistle. "Alright, I'll be there in 20. Payment upfront. 50k."
Then the line goes dead. Eddie rolls his eyes, pockets his phone and looks around for a clean spot to sit while he waits.
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It's exactly three hours and thirty two minutes later when Stevie empties his water bucket for the last time.
Eddie watches curiously as Stevie takes off the gloves, mask and safety glasses he arrived in. Eddie didn't mean to stick around but he's not trusting this new guy yet (he's also curious, sue him).
His gaze turns into a stare when the other man pulls down the zipper of his squeaky yellow biohazard suit, throwing back the hood and running a clean hand through his sweat soaked hair. He has a strong jaw and long, mole dotted neck that Eddie just wants to taste.
Eyes wide, Eddie’s not able to hold back the sharp intake of breath as he watches in horror the moment Stevie's eyes lock with his and -
Fuck.
Stevie's lips curl into a smirk.
Eddie is so fucked.
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Sephardic Jews from Thessaloniki in their traditional costumes, in the city’s old cemetery, before the war // a contemporary photo that shows where the destroyed cemetery once was, which is now Greece's largest university, built partially on top of and with land and materials (particularly tombstones) stolen from the razed site.
Thessaloniki or Salonika, once referred to as “the Jerusalem of the Balkans” due to its Ladino-speaking Jewish majority, saw roughly 96% of its Jewish population murdered during the Holocaust. This mass destruction extended to the city's Jewish cemetery, which had been the country's largest, established in the 15th century and housing hundreds of thousands of Jewish graves until its razing by city authorities who had long desired to repurpose the land and resented the inconvenience of Jewish presence. Despite its large-scale destruction during German occupation in 1942, which was initiated and carried out primarily by Thessaloniki authorities with Nazi consent and arrangement, some parts of the cemetery survived intact as late as 1947. Many tombstones were subsequently appropriated and used by city authorities and the Greek Orthodox Church. After the war, people were still carrying away Jewish gravestones each day and regularly looting the cemetery in search of valuables. The city's officials, led by their mayor, completed the cemetery's destruction and sold the tombstones to contractors for use as building materials in various projects; as such many were and are still found in various walls, roads, structures, and churches around the city. A 1992 commemorative book pictures Greek schoolgirls playing Hamlet with skulls and other bones they found in the cemetery.
“[T]he ‘rape’ of the cemetery escalated, marble flooded the market, and its price plummeted. Jewish tombstones were stacked up in mason’s yards and, with the permission of the director of antiquities of Macedonia and overseen by the metropolitan bishop and the municipality, used to pave roads, line latrines, and extend the sea walls; to construct pathways, patios, and walls in private and public spaces though out the city, in suburbs such as Panorama and Ampelokipi, and more than sixty kilometers away in beach towns in Halkidiki, where they decorated playgrounds, bars, and restaurants in hotels; to build a swimming pool – with Hebrew-letter inscription visible; to repair the St. Demetrius Church and other buildings...” Devin Naar, Jewish Salonica: Between the Ottoman Empire and Modern Greece
Most of the efforts to return found tombstones throughout the city are led by Jews, particularly Jacky Benmayor, the curator of the Jewish Museum and last Ladino speaker in Greece, who has personally recovered hundreds of tombstones including his own family's. Surviving Greek Jews never received compensation for the confiscation of the land under the destroyed cemetery, upon which now partially rests Greece's largest university, Aristotle University, which also used Jewish gravestones as building material for its long-coveted expansion finally made possible by the dispossession and annihilation of the city's Jews. In 2014, 72 years after the cemetery's destruction and appropriation, a small memorial was established on campus grounds to acknowledge the Jewish cemetery the school is built on and with; the ceremony just 10 years ago involved the first-ever acknowledgement of the atrocities and apology from a Thessaloniki mayor. The memorial has been vandalised multiple times since its establishment.
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