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“I am the night! Fear me!”

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still don't know exactly what I'm going to do with this account (clearly, since I've barely used it), but I think I'm going to post my fanfiction with links to AO3 as I've done before, and then also post about some Sims challenges as I play them since streaming/recording stresses me out

we shall see

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The King of Hawkins, and the King of Hellfire.

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i once was the moon, all alone in the sky / just air underneath me, couldn’t come down if I tried you were the ocean, a rolling black sea / then finally I saw you, waves reflecting me

🌕🌊 flight risk by ayes

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Stars In Their Eyes

Eddie had dreamed of meeting his soulmate since his mark had first started to solidify on his left wrist, a couple inches above the base of his thumb. There was no guarantee his soulmate would be a romantic one—he knew several people whose soulmates were platonic—but somehow he’d always known they would be. Somehow, he’d known they would be someone to give Eddie the love and affection he craved.

But now that he knew who his soulmate was, Eddie was experiencing a bit of a crisis.

Harrington. Steve Harrington. King Steve Fucking Harrington.

No. No way.

Eddie refused to believe it, despite having seen the mark that matched his above Steve’s heart with his own two eyes more than once. He’d seen it before it was fully settled, during shirts vs. skins games in PE in high school, and he’d seen it during the whole mess with Vecna—hell, he’d pretty much watched it become a solid black star as they fought to stop the demon and his apocalyptic plans for Hawkins. Eddie hadn’t said anything then, and he wasn’t going to say anything now.

Was he? 

No. Hell no.

There had to be some mistake. Maybe Steve’s mark was actually dark grey or brown or something close to black—it wouldn’t be the first time Eddie had assumed a matching mark when there wasn’t one. In high school, before his own mark had settled on black and he thought it might be blue, there’d been another blue star, someone Eddie got along with famously, who he began to think he might love, but then another blue star had appeared, Eddie’s mark had turned black, and he was, once again, without a soulmate.

That had to be what was happening with Harrington. Eddie would bet all the meagre savings he had that Nancy had a matching nearly black star somewhere on her body. He’d seen the way Steve looked at her, heard the way he talked about her… 

But what if Steve’s star was black? What if it did match Eddie’s?

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Make a Move, Dingus.

A lot could be said about Steve Harrington, some of it not so nice, but no one could deny that the man knew how to throw a party. 

The music was loud, the food and booze plentiful, and the Harrington house was more than large enough to fit dozens, even when they couldn’t comfortably hang around outside; with the snow blowing sideways, most were barely venturing out for a smoke, and were instead standing near an open door or window. Robin and Nancy had done a great job decorating and the house was a riot of red, green, white, and gold, the tree a multicoloured marvel at the centre of everything. 

Steve barely recognized his own house, but that didn’t take much. He didn’t spend too much time there anymore, not since becoming friends with Robin, and even less time there around Christmas, when his parents usually jetted off to somewhere warmer, leaving Steve to fend for himself.

“Hey, dingus, you gonna come dance or what?”

He looked across the open floorplan to the living room, where Robin was currently dancing, a big smile on her flushed face. A necklace of tinsel garland was looped around her neck, the bells on her red-and-green sweater jingling as she jumped up and down. She looked ridiculous. And happy.

If this was going to be their last Christmas in Hawkins before they get the hell out of there, then at least they would have this party to remember. 

In response to her question, Steve raised his drink, drained it, left his cup on the counter, and then waded through the sea of partiers to his best friend’s side. She was currently dancing with another one of Hawkins High’s newest graduates, Chrissy, the petite blonde also rosy-cheeked with holiday cheer, and both of them grinned widely at Steve in greeting as he joined in their dance. After a brief second, he spotted Nancy, sitting on the loveseat, squished between Jonathan and Argyle, a drink in her hand. She was talking to the former, and the latter was obviously high, watching the festivities with a dopey grin on his face. Steve chuckled, shaking his head, and, even though he wasn’t the best dancer, let himself have some holiday fun for once.

“Any sign of him yet?” Robin asked, raising her voice to be heard over the noise. Beside her, Chrissy giggled. 

They’d been talking about him again. Steve felt his cheeks heating up and hoped vainly Robin would chalk it up to the beer and whisky he’d already downed. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.” 

She scoffed. “Oh please. Even Chrissy can see how you look at him—everyone can see except him.” 

“I’m not sure how I feel about the ‘even Chrissy,’ but she’s right, Steve. The only people who don’t know you two are into each other are, well, each other.” Chrissy gave Steve an understanding look, and then she was beaming at Robin again. 

And Robin was beaming at Chrissy—the two of them were insufferable. 

“Shit, I thought half the reason you decided to throw this party was for another reason to hang out with him,” Robin said as the song ended and another began. 

Steve rolled his eyes, but he found he couldn’t say anything to deny the idea. So, instead, he just scoffed and said, “I need another drink,” before heading back to the makeshift bar, the girls’ laughter ringing behind him. He couldn’t keep a small smile off his lips as he listened.

A smile immediately chased off by a flurry of nerves as the door opened, bringing a burst of snow, cold, and the him they’d been talking about: Eddie Munson. 

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Hay tumblr, it's been a hot minute. Please accept this humble offering of best DM, Eddie Munson.

🦇💀🖤

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Happy Stranger Things Day! I was up at 5 to drive to Toronto for the screening today (it’s been like, a decade since I drove on the highway, lol), but the vibes are immaculate and I was treated to some Upside Down–core sunrise action.

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I haven't really decided what I'm going to post here yet. Thinking fanfiction and original writing teasers. Links to full chapters on AO3. The art I've been doing. Stuff about my characters. We'll see. I used to have a lot of fun on Tumblr and I think I could again once I remember how to use it, lol.

The idea of rebuilding a following sucks though, lol. But we'll give it a try.

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JOSEPH QUINN GQ Magazine - Men of the Year Honorees

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CHRIS EVANS as STEVE ROGERS / CAPTAIN AMERICA Avengers: Infinity War (2018) | dir. Anthony Russo, Joe Russo

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@pscentral event 08: dynamics ★ CHAR’S 1K CELEBRATION: ⤷ 🪐 + steve or natasha for @rhaenyratragaryen

insp: x, x, x

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oh my god.

I have no idea how much I'll actually use this tumblr—I'm still burned from last time—but I made it, just in case. I'll throw some stuff up here and see what happens, I guess.

In the tumblr before times, I was knightinasweater. God, that was years ago.

Anyways, hi, hello, I can't believe I'm here again.