Steve could always see the dead, since his grandma died when he was six and his papa when he was seven. He’d have conversations with them at the side of his pool about his day until the breeze swept them away. He’d always liked the dead more than the living, not that people would understand if he’d told them.
He’d sometimes go out and sit in his pool chairs to talk to Barb, the girl that hated him alive and even more now that she’d died. She never blamed him though. She’d rant and she’d rave about the injustice of it all but unlike Nancy, she never blamed him for her death. She just let him listen to her dreams and hopes that would never occur.
After Vecna and their last encounter with the Upside Down, Steve would talk to Eddie. They’d lay side by side in his bed surrounded by plaid and talk about what could’ve been. Big metal tours, traveling, dreams being made, guys, girls, even the kids on occasion. They’d even talk about what they could’ve been, once upon a time. But when night turned to day, Eddie would fade away and Steve would be left all alone again.
He might be able to see both alive and dead but through it all, he was alone.
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LORE DROP
soooo, in the wake of several corpo fics, im going to leave stuff about c!target
detailed physical description: pale skin, 6 foot 7 inches, afab (has had both bottom and top surgery), tinney tiny bit underweight (not unhealthily) lean stature, mostly bright red hair (like 🔴) with white streaks, red pupil with two red rings around it, white iris, white sclera, eye shape is downturned at the edges, pointed ears (not super noticeable), left eyebrow has a cut for ✨aesthetics✨, wings (don’t come after me for the cringe, i don’t give a flying fuck), primaries/secondaries feather have red barring, 16 ft wingspan, elliptical wing shape, tail is kinda like this-
(couldn’t find credit for artist)
-which follow the same pattern for feather color as the wings, long fingers with long nails painted black
style description: usually wears loose/thick clothing, think cargo pants, sweaters, the like, black fingerless gloves, red/white converse high tops, only jewellery is several ear piercings, black ring (it’s ace), one gold ring from Winn Dixie, one silver ring from mayo
personality description: it/its/itself pronouns, asexual, polyromantic, polyamory, alters its clothing itself to allow for its wings/tail, dating Winn and mayo, likes its partners a lot and smothers them with love, love language is touch, can be very rude and mean at times, *deep breath* *speaks very fast* has depression, anxiety, autism, adhd, ptsd, insomnia [these are all disorders I actually have, except for maybe ptsd. I haven’t been diagnosed but I have a lil inkling], had negectful/slightly abusive parents, was a runaway, sarcastic as shit, cusses like a goddamn sailor, self harms (it’s going to a therapist, though! it’s trying to get better) had an ed (mostly recovered, only relapses sometimes), has a service dog named bullseye, who is a chow chow with brown spots, is interested in the paranormal and monthly holds seances to talk to the dead corporations in the mansion,
AS SUGGESTED BY @the-retailverse, it can use a sword with extreme skill (even in a modern setting, this is still an important part of its character) and has a one sided rivalry with Waffle House (waffle house hates them)
that’s as much as I can think of rn!
also bonus sketch i did earlier:
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2024 and the Return of the To-Done List
So, after a year during which (a) our daughter ran full-speed (literally) into the trying two's, (b) I had multi-focal pneumonia that resulted in a week or two in the hospital (including a brief sojourn in the ICU), (c) I had bizarre, seemingly inexplicable seizures for the first time ever [which meant I couldn't drive for six months...right after we moved to a semi-"rural" town...for the northeast that is], (d) had an acute kidney injury, (e) had several bouts of unexplained pitting edema in my legs, (f) started a new job that I actually really like, even if there is a steep learning curve, and (g) lost my Mom after a long battle with mild to moderate dementia/Alzheimer's that then dropped off a cliff into end-stage dementia in less than six months (depending on how you count it), and (h) just generally felt like I was never managing my physical or mental health as well as I could or should be, I'm going to try to make some changes.
These aren't resolutions because I truly think that New Year's resolutions just set you up to fail. Instead, I'd call them goals. Or, at least, hope that I want to support with action as much as I can. While still giving myself grace knowing that I can and probably will mess up along the way.
But, the first step is that I'm going to try to bring back a kind of journaling-like activity (since I suck at journaling) that my old therapist recommended when I was feeling like this before. Each day I make a list, generally on Tumblr for at least a tiny modicum of peer pressure, and I just make a list of everything I've done that day. No matter how big or how small. As she put it "make it your base assumption that each day, you will do absolutely nothing, so you get credit for everything, even things as simple as showering.
I frequently restart these lists when my depression and anxiety have gotten bad enough that I know I'm not taking care of myself, mentally and physically, so a big part of my goals are (a) to move more [in whatever form that takes], (b) eating healthier, and (c) to take care of several medical/dental appointments that I've been putting off for way too long.
The beauty of the list is that, a lot of the time, I ended up doing stuff BECAUSE of the list. So that I won't be staring at an empty page as I try to make my list each year.
Things I'm proud of today...so far:
when we took Peanut to the trampoline park to burn off some of her "no daycare today suckers" energy and this time, I bought a jump pass for myself. I only made it ~30 minutes but it was a great work-out. 10/10 would recommend.
I took the dogs for the "long" trail walk out to the back of our property,
I did a core and flexibility routine this morning,
I decided to take one for the team and point out to my Uncle that the nostalgia he feels about Aunt Jemimah as a syrup mascot isn't as important as the company making money off the likeness of a woman who died 100 years ago who was used as a stand in for the generic idea of what an enslaved (or recently freed) Black woman did or should do, and (finally)
this one is a few days late, but not only did we drive 12+ hours to visit my in-laws for Christmas, but we also stopped in NJ in both directions to pick up Monotasker's Aunt who is 80-years-old, hard of hearing, and in the early stages of dementia or Alzheimer's and I didn't even lose my shit at a single person...even the ones who deserved it.
Happy New Years everyone!
"May the best of your todays be the worst of your tomorrows." (Jason Mraz) And even if the worst of your todays are the best of your tomorrows, I hope you can still find your way out and through by the light of the moon to guide you.
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Why, Why Rain?
Why, Why Rain? is a new comic I’m working on! It’s still undergoing development in the story aspect, but will most likely be finished soon!
Though, I must give a warning it will depict some things such as Anxiety, Depression, and Toxic Relationships. There will always be a warning before a comic if it has more gruesome stuff in it. :D
With all that said, I hope you enjoy the show.
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