#small lol thing here

[take-the-moon-take-the-sun]

Ok so uhh this was long and im so tired but i am much better at writing than drawing i think so here you go. Love Scars and Scales and love @intistone stuff. Salad family au fresh and hot off the presses for ya. Come get it!

Kinda warning for uhh biting, shocking, and beating. Most happening to a child fyi.

It was late, or at least he thought it was late since this place had no windows, when he decided to start making his move. He had been studying everyone around him to figure out what time would be the best time to make his escape. The guards would be switching soon and he thought it was late because all of the “doctors” (more like devils if you ask him) are never around. He was careful and spend days learning his way through the vents during this time. It was finally time for all his patients and hard work to pay off. Andy was the watching the one door he had to walk through and it was close to the end of his long shift so he was tired. Andy was the best one to try and escape with since he looked much smaller than the other guards and actually showed fear in his eyes whenever he saw them. Already scared, weakest, and tired, Eclipse wasnt going to get a better chance than now.

So he slowly lifted himself up into the vents and made his way to the door with the exhausted guard. It wasnt the shortest path but it was one that took him around all the other guards. He made sure to be quite but he didnt wanna risk any mistakes. He was getting out of here, tonight!

His injuries from the “test” ached horrible by the time he finally made it about the door guard. Now it was just to wait till.. a yawn from Andy, Eclipse didnt wait a moment more he pounced down from the vents. Andy didnt dven get a change to get to his weapon, let alone raise it, as Eclipse was already biting down on the mans good hand. Then he bit down on the mans thigh as hard as he could, he hated the taste that filled his mouth but he had to make sure he had a head start.

Satisfied with his attack he ran through door into the open outside. The sky took him by surprise. Still plenty of stars out but the sun was just about to start rising. Not quite daybreak yet.

He was snapped out of his awe as he heard Andy shouting again for help. A quick shake of his head and he started running. He was running across concrete with weird lines in it, then he got to the grass but he didnt have time to stop and admire how soft it was. Later. He reached a tall fence. It had some weird wire at the top. Hearing voices he didnt have time to think about it and started climbing. At least he was very good at that. Not pausing when he reach the wire, he went to lift it out of his way to pass between it when he yelled and pulled his hand away. If not for his strong grip on the fence he would have fallen from the shock. He didn’t expect that but he was no stranger to this kind of pain so he takes a deep breath and quickly tries to push himself through.

He screams when hes halfway but doesnt stop. He falls limp to the ground unable to even try to climb down. He hits hard on his side. What little breath that was left in him is knocked out. He lays there a moment trying to force himself up. His whole body hurts. Slowly he gets his arms to move and start to life himself up from the ground. The voices are closer and he hears the whirl of a machine on the wind. Its approaching fast.

Looking around he finds himself in a field of sorts. The tree line if far off but he starts running. It hurts. His whole body hurts but he cant stop. The lights are closing in on him. Knowing right where he was thanks to his scream. He just might make it!

He trips. Falling on a rock with his arm. He screamed out once again. His arm alights with pain. He has to get up. His legs are wobbling. His good arm struggles to lift him off the ground. He has to get up. Slowly he almost stands but falls on weak legs as his knees buckle. He has to move. He cant stop. He hears shouting and a light lands on him from behind. A rush of adrenaline pumps through him as he gets to his feel and starts running again. He cant stop now. Hes so close. He hears the people behind him. They see him.

Right when it looks like hes going to make it he felt something stab into his arm. A hiss in pain as he looks for what is stuck in his arm. Asmall needle is poking out. He rips it out and keeps moving. But he noticed his arm going numb. Luckily for him is was the pained damage arm. Running is getting harder and harder but he cant stop. He can hear rushing water and makes a beeline for it.

He can see the river but something hits him in the back. Before he even has a moment to process he feels white hot pain from being shocked. A scream is once again ripped out of his throat. He falls to the ground panting. Hes so close he starts clawing at the ground to move towards the water when another wave of pain is sent though his back. Another scream as tears stream down his face.

Footsteps approach him as he gasps for breath. “Tsk tsk tsk what have we here” Eclipse shakily reaches his good hand out to the river. Another shock rips a scream from him. “Now what am i going to do with you” Eclipse had curled into himself from the pain. A foot found a home in his side. Kicking him to the side.

Hes waiting for another blow when something, lots of something actually splash out of the river. Hes spent though. No energy to even open his eyes. He lays there trembling and trying to breath through the throbbing pain of his body when he starts hearing angry shouts. To exhausted to listen to what is being said. Then the shouts become screams. Something, lots of somethings from the sound of it, had come out of that river and attacked the guards.

Softly he felt someone touch his shoulder. He tried to hiss at them but he came out weak. “Its alright little one we got you” they cradle him as they gently try to see his injuries. Hes too tired to fight them. Plus they are handling him much nicer than any of the people back at the lab had. They stroke his head to try and help calm him down while whispering soft reassurances to him. Finally he looks around to see an all out brawl. Whatever had come out of the river to save him was currently fighting against the guards. Why he didnt know. Well he didnt know until the once holding him said something about getting him to safety.

Slowly they lifted him off the ground, careful of his injuries and made their way to the river. Leaving the battle field behind. There are three of them with him and the rest are in combat. Hes so tired. He doesnt care anymore. He goes limp in their arms as they lower into the river. They shout out that their leaving right before they start swimming away. Powerful tails carry them away with the current. The last thing Eclipse remembers before passing out is someone telling him to rest well.

Oh geeze i spent way to long on the set up smh. SALAD FAMILY GET YA KID

[bilaudad]

wing stuff!

experimenting with a more cartoon style, idk what i'm doing loll

tagging: @goodomensafterdark <3

[a-sketchy]

potatoes of indeterminate size

[sp0o0kylights]

Wayne takes in a Beat to Shit Steve Harrington after Starcourt as n Owed Favor to Hopper Part 4

Part Three: link

First Chapter (parts 1-3 on tumblr) on A03: Link

The kid was madder than a wet hen.

Just as slippery as one too, when he got like this--music pulsing like a living thing to signal all his rage and upset. 

Not like Wayne hadn’t expected it. 

He just wished it wasn’t quite so damn loud. 

The music had started up almost immediately after Eddie had stormed to his room, startling Steve awake and nearly making Wayne curse for it.

Normally it was a good thing--music meant Eds was willing to listen instead of heading for the hills.  

Normally, they didn't have a house guest who looked like he'd gone ten rounds with a bear.

They had a routine for this, was the thing and the music was a key part of it. It worked all the edges off for Wayne, and he'd long figured out that about thirty minutes was a the perfect length of time for Eddie to stew before he could actually talk things through.

Given the hand Harrington put to his forehead, Wayne wasn't eager to give him that thirty minutes.

Not when Steve deserved little peace he could have.

Unfortunately, so did Eds. 

Still.

 Strutting through the door and demanding to talk right now was a bad move and so, with a sympathetic look given to Steve, Wayne did what he did best

Gave space.

Let Eddie rage, as Wayne got up and shuffled about the kitchen.

Pulled out the soft earplugs he pretended weren’t there for Eds to steal (playing that damn loud guitar all the time could not be good for his ears) and offered them to Steve, before making two cups of what Wayne privately thought was the Munson “chitchat” drink. 

One cup of hot water, one packet swiss miss, a small amount of maple syrup drizzled in, topped with little marshmallows they reserved for these types of situations. 

Wayne took his time with it, thinking through what he wanted to say. 

‘I understand that this is a screen door on a submarine kind of situation...’ 

Nope. 

‘Son I know you hate listening to anyone for anything but this is serious...’ 

Absolutely not--that would end up with the boy bolting for sure. 

‘Ed’s, I love you but could we please turn Ozzy off while we talk? That man wails louder than any damn cat I have ever met.’

That one was purely self indulgent, mostly because the wall was starting to shake. 

Wayne put the finishing touches on the cocoa before staring at both of them. 

Perhaps if he stared the Garfield mug in its eyes hard enough, the right words would come through. 

They did not.

He kept trying, standing there long enough for the cocoa to reasonably have cooled and for Eddie’s song to flip over to something with more screaming in it than singing. 

Wayne supposed that this was the hardest part of being a parent. You just didn’t get to have the magical one liner. The right thing to say at just the right time.  

The joke that would ease all the tension and let things progress forward nice and easy.

Instead, you got to fumble your way through the dark with a flashlight up your ass and hope you were going in the right-ish direction. Ideally without making things worse. 

Wayne was here though, and that had to count for something. 

(Knew it counted for something--because Eddie was still here. 

They had cleared hurdles far higher than this when it came to trust. They’d get through this too, come what may. 

Steve too.)

“Can I just ask,” Eddie started, aggressive as always when Wayne finally gave in and entered his room, feeling all sorts of awful for the migraine Steve had to have, “what the absolute fuck is happening?” 

Sure as fire he was sitting on his bed, leg bouncing a mile a minute.

An unlit cigarette hung between two fingers, looking a little chewed on, but otherwise undisturbed--as it should be, because one of Wayne’s few rules was that smoke stayed outside the house. 

“You could.” Wayne said loudly but agreeably, as he turned himself around and dropped down next to his kid.  

Held out the Garfield mug, and was happy when it was taken from him. 

“Figured you might have other things to say, though.” 

Likely a lot of things. 

It was as good an opening as any, and his kid didn’t disappoint, launching right to it. 

“Why is he here and not at a hospital?”

 ‘Here’ was punctuated by Ed’s hand winging towards the door, and while it wasn’t the righteous fury Wayne expected, it was at least, an easy answer to give. 

“Steve has some people looking for him. Bad people. Hospital makes him an easy target.” 

Wayne was still talking loud. Could only hear Eddie himself because he was looking at the kid’s lips more than he was actually hearing his voice. 

Eddie took that in, swallowing it about as well as he’d swallowed anything he hadn’t liked. 

And thank the stars above, he finally reached a hand out and turned the music down. Not a lot--Steve wouldn’t be able to hear them over all this--but enough that Wayne didn’t have to struggle. 

“We’re hiding him from the cops now?!” Ed’s spat. 

“Cops know he’s here. Hopper’s the one who asked me to take him.” Wayne reminded him, because it was the truth. 

Not the full truth, but given how Ed’s pissed off half the local PD on a good day, Wayne absolutely did not want to see his nephew take on Federal Agents.

(Particularly not the kind who were going ‘round killing kids.) 

“So--what?” Eddie yanked hard on his hair, a gesture that looked less intentional and more like he was trying to fight his own anger down. “Hopper just called you up and said ‘Hey, we had a whoopsie with the rich kid, the hospital’s not safe anymore. Can we stash him with you for a few days?” 

Wayne nodded once, slow-like. 

Always remembered how too fast movements had made Eddie flinch and jerk back when was littler, and given the way Steve was looking, figured it was a good time to be cautious again. 

“He did.”

“And you just--agreed? Just like that!?” 

“I did.” 

He pretended not to see Eddie boggle at him at the simple admission, so furious that he seemed to struggle for words when he normally had too many to say. 

Wayne took advantage. 

“We did talk a bit more than that, I’ll admit.”

Ed’s scoffed. “About the weather I’m sure.” 

“‘Bout trust.” 

Eddie blinked at that. 

“Trust.” He echoed flatly. 

“What have I always told you? People like to ask you to trust them, but you they don’t get to have it until--” 

“They provide proof or a reason.” Eddie finished with an eyeroll. “So which did Hopper provide then?”

Wayne took a noisy sip of his coca. Smacked his lips a little before saying: “Both.” 

Didn’t bother to say anything else, because he knew Eddie would finish the thought for him. 

“One of them was me, wasn’t it.” 

Eds didn’t say it like a question, but Wayne hummed in agreement anyway. 

He wasn’t gonna shame his boy, but he wasn’t gonna sugar coat Eddie’s involvement in this either. Not when he’d already admitted that was half the reason Hopper had gone to Wayne to begin with. 

“No one is expecting Steve to be here.” He said, seeing the chance to hammer home the most important part of this entire shitshow. “So long as no one finds out he’s here, he’ll be safe. Everyone will be safe.” 

Steve from the Feds who were hunting him for while he was busy being involved in shit he couldn’t control and Eddie because he had a mouth that most people didn’t like. 

Not small town people anyway, and absolutely not authority figures with guns. 

“Who’s even after him?” Eddie was theatrical as always, hands waving away as he talked. “Did he make a deal with the mob? Piss off some other rich guy? I know it’s not anything drug related, I’d have heard about it by now.” 

After years of experience, Wayne knew exactly how far to lean away to stay out of range, too used to his nephew talking with his entire body.

“That’s his story to tell ya, Ed’s. It ain’t mine. Same way it ain’t my place to tell him your story.” 

That at least got the boy to think for a minute. Put down that frustration he carried with him all the time, and use the brain they both knew he had. 

“How long is he staying here?”

Wayne shrugged. “Don’t know.” 

Eddie sighed and mockingly mimicked Wayne, taking an obnoxious slurp of his cocoa. “The neighbors are going to notice if he’s here more than a few days. The trailer park isn’t exactly big.” 

“They didn’t notice that time you decided to make fireballs with the cooking spray and about blew up half the driveway. Don’t think they’re gonna notice someone being quiet in the house.” 

Eddie snorted, and probably rolled his eyes again, not that Wayne could see it given the kid was looking into his own mug as he thought it all through. 

Wayne sat with him as he processed. 

Eds worked at his own pace with things, and while life at large might be against that, Wayne was happy to let him do it. Found it easier that way, then trying to poke and prod and force him like so many father figures did. 

Wayne’s patience was rewarded not even a full minute later, when Eddie turned to him and asked; 

“What if he finds out?”  

This in a quieter voice. An unsure one--words and body hunching in a way unlike the Eddie the world outside knew, but very much like the little boy Wayne had brought inside his home. 

It took Wayne  a moment to connect the dots--he’d been speaking out of the place parents and authority figures often do, and in doing so hadn’t thought much of the fact his nephew had a real secret. 

The kind small town minds didn’t like--and would kill him over. 

This all wasn’t about Wayne taking in Steve, he realized abruptly.  It was that Steve being here meant Eddie couldn’t be himself. 

Could not relax in a place he was accepted for who he was, because Wayne knew and made sure Eddie understood he was wanted here, had a place here, regardless of who he loved. 

Now, Wayne had gone and removed it.

‘Shit.’ 

“He won’t.” Wayne said. 

Knew that wasn’t enough, and so, promised: “But if he does, I’ll make sure he understands his safety here relies on your own.” 

Ed’s chin jerked in a nod, the two of them sitting in silence for a moment before the boy did as he often did when he wanted a hug but felt too awkward to ask for one, and tipped himself into Wayne’s side. 

“Thanks old man.” Eddie whispered into his shoulder and not for the first time, Wayne wished things were easier for the poor kid as he put his mug in one hand and hugged his kid with the other. 

Hoped that in the future, it would be.

Even if he had to force everyone and everything coming after him--and now Steve--to do it.

(Wondered vaguely, how bad it was that he was already getting as protective as Steve as he was of his own kid.

Probably very, given his kid clearly hated Harrington.)

xXx

Wayne took the first night of Steve’s stay off.

He wasn’t the type to use his PTO lightly. Was used to rationing it for any possible thing Eddie might need him for.

A night up sick when he was younger, to a night spent chasing him down during some of their bad spots--but the last year or so Wayne had slowly realized he hadn’t had to use it much.

He was still careful with it though, precious as it was, and was thankful for it now as it ensured his nephew didn’t murder their house guest. 

Or at the very least, didn't sit there pecking at him.

The kid might've failed English a few times, but he had a real gift with words and an even better one with insults.

(Wayne wasn't quite clear on what all the "King" jabs were about, and absolutely did not get why Steve looked far more hurt at the comment about his "sad ass floppy hair" but given the increasingly flat look Steve was throwing Eddie's way, Wayne figured it couldn't be anything good.)

Thankfully a pointed reminder about Steve's injuries had finally gotten them all some peace, enough for Harrington to drop back to sleep--and for Wayne to realize he looked a little too dead while he did it to be comfortable getting any sleep himself.

The kids chest barely moved, and that it ate at Wayne’s until he got up and shoved a hand under his nose. 

Felt his breath, and told himself the poor sod was fine. 

Hurt, absolutely, but alive. 

Over and over again, until the sun had made its rotation in the sky, bringing the morning with it.

‘Better than nightmares, I suppose.’ Wayne figured, as exhaustion scraped at his eyelids.

Those Wayne knew, would come later. When Steve’s brain caught up to the rest of him, and stopping dumping survival chemicals through his battered body. 

He'd given up on sleep entirely sometime around 1 am, and now he sat at his small kitchen table, writing out a medication schedule for Harrington so he and the kid both knew when he could have his next Tylenol. 

Wasn’t even halfway through it before Eddie made his typically late appearance and blew through his door. 

Had his back up from the moment he’d stepped a foot in the kitchen and it didn’t take a genius to see he’d worked himself into a snit again.

Unfortunately for him, whatever scenario that imaginative brain of his had cooked up fell flat to the reality that was the poor kid on the couch. 

Steve Harrington was one a hell of a sight.

Didn’t help that he was doing his level best to make himself as small as possible, curled deep into Wayne's ancient couch.

The blankets covered the ribs and hid away most of the damage, but there wasn’t much Steve could do to hide the shiners on his face--or the marks around his neck.  

Not when they’d grown worse overnight, practically inviting questions.

It was almost laughable how quickly Eddie ate whatever words he’d prepared, mouth awkwardly chewing around them as if they were tangible. 

The less-than-sneaky looks he threw at the younger teen were equally amusing, and if Wayne wasn’t trying to peace keep, he’d have given in and chuckled when Eds split attention caused him to pour half his coffee into the sink rather than a cup. 

Looked utterly lost when, after finishing putting his coffee together and grabbing some junk food thing that absolutely was not a breakfast item, he came to stand awkwardly at Wayne's shoulder, openly staring as Steve blatantly ignored him.

Eds didn’t know what to do, and Wayne couldn't blame him. 

Seemed to keep thinking he was going to encounter a boy that likely no longer existed, and whose blood tinged specter just made things sad.

Shit like this, Wayne knew, took a man’s ego and warped it, shaping it to something else entirely. 

At least for Steve, it seemed that getting wrapped up in whatever mess he had had shaped him for the better, instead of pretzeling him into something worse. That, Wayne thought, spoke to the boy's character more than anything he’d done prior. 

(It helped to know what Hopper tolerated and what he didn’t. That he’d vouched for Steve in the same way Wayne knew he’d vouched for Eddie, even if Eddie didn’t yet realize the cop he antagonized so much would do that for him.) 

That didn't erase the history his kid had with Harrington, though.

Wouldn't stop him from seeing the old Steve, first.

‘Don’t you got school?” Wayne asked when he decided Ed had stared enough. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie waved him off, trotting out the door. “Bye old man, house parasite!” 

It was clearly a jab, meant to nettle, but Steve barely acted like he heard it. 

Wayne rolled his eyes. 

“Goodbye, Eds.” He said firmly, much of a warning as he ever gave, and fondly watched his nephew scuttle out the door. 

Turned to see how Steve was taking things, and was once again given a reminder that Steve wasn’t doing a hell of a lot other than feeling his injuries. 

“I think I promised you a game, son.”  Wayne said gently, startling Steve out of the distant, dim look he had trained on the wall. 

It wasn’t a lot to offer in terms of a distraction, but it would have to do.

[voidedjuice]

had a dream i was in a grimdark magical girl yuri setting, so when i woke up i made it real (and bug themed)

bonus details under the cut:

So basically, a small town was secretly holding onto a box containing an evil god, that the local group of magical girls accidentally stumbled on and opened. The thing inside it wasted no time in starting to destroy the world, and for an unknown reason, one of the magical girls even joined forces with it. The rest of the girls managed to beat them, saving the world, but ended up dying from the curse it left on them soon after.

After dying, butterflies girl looped back in time before the box got opened, and decided to keep the box for herself, to make sure its evil influence (box thing yapping at you to let her out) wouldn't get to her beloved friends. Box thing constantly draws in her allies to the town to break her out & tries to convince butterflies girl to please let her out.

Also here's a really rough relationship chart for your interest:

[hearts4pearlescentmoon]

Something I did for art class

[crescentcaribou]

ok so ik I haven't posted in a bit and it's five am but I binged @infinityroom's entire blog last night and had to make fanart so uhh merry christmas??

[spaltedrat]

crittervash requests from twt to celebrate 600 followers there !!

[smallpapers]

cry over spilt milk

[bedlamsbard]

every day I am shocked the Midwest accent is real

[icewindandboringhorror]

Some fantasy traveler inventory details (like what they would carry in their bags), based on two of the recent costumes I did.. love finding random little scraps and items and putting them together lol

[vimbry]

jumping off the back of the post about genres of song lyrics, another thing about tmbg's lyrics in particular is that even when they write about pleasant themes, they still manage to frequently do so through a sinister lens:

the experience of having children and looking after them:

a nice little nightlight protecting a child muses on the shortcomings it would have outside its assigned responsibility:

fantasising about getting high in the park with your crush:

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Those Beyond The Wall

sequel/companion to The Space Between Worlds, set a decade later

character-focused sci-fi set in an area divided in two, the rich protected city on one side and everyone else in the post-apocalyptic desert

follows a woman who works under the Emperor in Ashtown, keeping the peace

when mangled bodies start showing up with seemingly no murderer, she’s tasked with finding the cause, and finds out that it’s the result of corruption spanning both cities and multiple worlds

explores oppression and messy revolution, police violence and apartheid

bi & polyamorous MC

[pearl-crystals]

A doodle doodle doodle. I am unable to do big art right now so I am gonna keep on a doodling.

[godsfavoritescientist]

Sometimes the way people talk about missing social cues is so over the top 😭 people will really say stuff like "how can someone live such a soulless joyless existence that they don't understand my joke" and "if you don't laugh at this are you even human" and "I can't imagine being such a miserable asshole that you think this is serious" and "how stupid do you have to be to fall for this 💀" and on and on like. I promise autism isn't a moral failing

[driveitlikesebastianvettelwould]

Funniest thing is Oscar would have had a big enough gap for the team to pit Lando first to "cover Hamilton" and still come out ahead had he not gone into the gravel before pitting .... and then immediately ruined his fresh tyres going into the gravel after pitting.

That race was 71 laps. Not 48. If he didn't have the pace in the last stint, he didn't earn the win. A race isn't won in the first corner, it's won when you cross the line.

Regardless, between the strategy and McLaren already having OP1 merch on hand (which they didn't have for the driver who's been with them in a reserve or active driver role since 2018 ... nobody else finds that suspicious?), they knew who they were gifting that win to before that race even started. And if that happens again and Lando is serious about competing for a championship someday, he's going to have to start looking for a new team where the favoritism isn't so blatant.

I agree. That is exactly the point. You don’t win a race in the first corner. It is ridiculous for a team to expect their faster driver to stay behind their teammate the entire race, and using strategy to do it is just crooked.

They never pitted Lando to undercut, they made that very clear on his radio, they planned to keep him behind to cover Lewis(so absolutely ridiculous), so Piastri could stay ahead. It was McLaren and Piastri that messed that up. McLaren by even having the audacity to try to keep Lando behind for most of the race and Piastri for making mistakes. Lando made a choice to stick it to them because of what they were doing to his race. He is giving them everything and they continue to blunder his efforts with shitty strategy and yesterday they just straight up stole a race from him.

They put him on the back burner with absolutely no logical reason to do so. He needs the points they just made him give to his teammate. It really does stink. They sent him a message yesterday by prioritizing Piastri even though he was better all weekend, including during the race, and he answered back during the race.

They need to actually get their shit together and support Lando. He is their better driver. The one who is bringing the fight to Max, despite his team screwing up his strategy every race. They need to prioritize Lando, especially when he out qualifies Piastri and gets pole position to boot. I’m not saying they need to sacrifice Piastri season, that would be unfair and unethical, but they can not win a championship if they put him before Lando during races where Lando is faster and can beat Piastri by battling. I think racing should be fair. What they did on Sunday to Lando was unethical and so far from fair. It was the opposite. They have no reason to put Piastri’s race in front of Lando’s, especially when he is faster and deserves to fight for his position and not be held back.

Speculation here, but I feel this was one of those turning points for Lando. I feel he will never see them the same. I hope he stands up for himself against what they did. They have a lot to talk about in regards to how they are gonna go forward the rest of the season.

So yeah I agree, thanks for the message☺️.