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Snow white lookin' mf

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when a character winces in pain & proceeds to inspect the wound by removing their shirt, unintentionally showcasing their godly physique. yes the wound is infected but my abs are unreal. that’s the good shit right there.  

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"My Darling" Snippet

[Eddie Gluskin x Waylon Park & Lisa Park/Miles Upshur Fanfiction]

Small few paragraphs of my fic! It's the SECOND book to a series, and is in Lisa Park's perspective. Please practice caution when reading, just in case. <3 (please don’t reupload :> thank you!)

Lisa looked up at him to make sure he was okay, and Miles was watching her with a look that she couldn’t quite decipher. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his lips pulled downward at the ends. The way he watched her didn’t seem like… him.

She made no gesture that could indicate her nervousness under the man’s gaze, rather focusing her attention on tending to his wounds. Soon she had his fingers wrapped up, lacing the bandages around his hands to secure them. She did her best, worried that she’d pull too tight or put pressure somewhere that wouldn’t feel too good, but Miles was quiet the entire way through.

It was eerie.

When she was finished, she pulled back a little bit while Miles inspected his hands. He seemed pleased with her work enough, because he set them back down in his lap as he watched her once more.

Lisa leveled him with a stare of her own, pushing a strand of her hair back behind her ear.

“Why are you watching me like that?” She asked.

Miles’s gaze was unwavering. “I don’t know.”

“Well it’s creepy.”

At that, Miles tilted his head down to look back at the supplies that were on the table. “Do you think there’s enough there for everything else?” He asked.

“For..?” Lisa looked at him with confusion. She glanced to the table and then back at Miles, who sat there with a strand of hair falling over his eyes. Lisa furrowed her eyebrows as Miles pushed his chair back and sat straight up, shrugging off his jacket and setting it on the back of the chair.

“They shot me like I was some wild grizzly bear trying to attack them, but they were the only ones who were really armed,” Miles spoke, his voice bitter as he pulled his shirt over his head. Lisa averted her eyes, looking down at the floor as Miles did so.

“Well, that seems like them considering everything else they’ve done,” Lisa muttered.

“I don’t think they realized that me and the Walrider had… connected?” Miles questioned, and Lisa chuckled slightly at his confusion. What was someone supposed to call whatever had happened to them? And what was the Walrider really?

Miles shuffled around, the shirt in his hands, and Lisa looked up, grabbing it from his hold. She folded it and set it on the table. As she did so, however, her eyes came into contact with what Murkoff had done to him.

There were too many bullet holes. Too many incisions on his skin and impalements. Dark purple marks and scratches lined his collar bones, wrapping up around his shoulders and down his arms. Lisa’s eyes trailed down, catching the bruising around his wrists, and finally back up, to where similar bruising was wrapped around his neck like a noose.

“Jesus, Miles,” Lisa muttered, taking in the sight before her. Miles held his arms out, inspecting his skin and the marks that littered him. “Why did they do this to you?”

“They knew the demon was dangerous,” Miles explained, his eyes still focused on his skin. “It’s ruthless and will kill anything in its way.”

Lisa's eyes widened as she looked at him, her stomach filled with dread.

“Once they had Billy Hope in the engine, he had matched with it or something. I don’t think that had ever happened before Billy,” Miles said. “Something must’ve happened, because this thing was roaming free in the building with the rest of the lunatics inside of it.”

“Was this creature scared of them?” Lisa asked, and Miles shook his head.

“It was killing them. Controlling them. I didn’t know how at first, but now I know,” Miles said. Lisa watched as his eyes glazed over with a darkness she didn’t like. “It’s the hum. It had all of the patients there under its control, hence why the riot was so bad.”

Lisa wanted to ask about Waylon- ask if Miles had seen him inside, but she bit her tongue. Miles seemed defeated in his explanation, like Mount Massive had sucked everything out of him. Lisa couldn’t blame him for feeling that way. Miles was half of the same man Lisa had come to know before he’d gone up to the cursed building.

“That’s why they shot you,” Lisa guessed, and Miles made eye contact with her. His dark eyes glowed brightly. “They must’ve known you were holding the Walrider.”

Miles didn’t say anything to that. He just sighed and placed his elbows on his knees, slumping forward.

Lisa felt her heart fall looking at him. He looked so tired.

“Is that why you… Did you use it to escape?” Lisa asked, and Miles nodded. Lisa shuddered at the idea of what Miles had to go through; using the Walrider for his escape. If it was anything like Miles had explained, the results probably weren’t pretty.

“And Murkoff could still be after you because you still have the Walrider with you…?” Lisa asked, and Miles’s gaze was as intense as ever.

So the Walrider was here with them. Miles had it, which could explain some of the weird behaviors he had been exhibiting; the sudden bursts of physical aggression and hostility. The darkness that seemed to flood any room he was in.

Lisa thought back to when she had reunited with Miles. She’d seen his eyes glowing from the treeline, like he was stalking something. The way he’d sauntered up to her, as though he was ready to snap her neck at any moment.

“Do you want to hurt me?” Lisa asked Miles, whose expression changed slightly at her words. He seemed almost caught off guard by the question, or like a secret of his had just been discovered.

Lisa knew he wouldn’t lie though. And he didn’t, because he swallowed heavily and looked up from where he slumped over in his chair, meeting Lisa’s eyes. “Yes.”

“Are you going to hurt me?” She asked again, and Miles hesitated.

“I don’t know.”

Lisa could see it in his eyes. The darkness in Miles’s irises lingered, and Lisa didn’t know how to feel about that.

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My Darling (Wattpad Link)

My Darling (AO3 LINK)

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Hey, guys? Make peace with yellow teeth. I'm so serious right now.

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It's so odd to see the difference in response between tumblr users and tiktok users about the lore.fm stuff.

But it makes total sense. Tiktok isn't a community. It's a content generator.

People are so pressed that writers don't want their work uploaded to an app that is then free to do whatever they want with it. Not to mention how engagement is pretty low even now. And with lore, the user wouldn't even have to click into to the fic to copy/paste it. They could just copy the title link so the writer doesn't even get the hit.

So many commenters are saying "you already wrote it for free posted it publicly so what does it matter?"

Just because I didn't get paid to make it doesn't mean I don't own it. It doesn't mean anyone can do whatever they want with it.

Fanfiction is not "content" it is a labor of love. We do this out of love for the source material, the characters, the actors. We create art out of pure love and joy for someone else's art.

I started writing creatively 20 years ago. The only reason I have to share that publicly is the sense of community. Take that away and what's left?

We are a community, not a commodity

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Here are some good ol' Outlast memes I edited together :> Enjoy! Hopefully you see a character you like!

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Ah yeah I forgot I drew this too

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"Trust" Snippet [Eddie Gluskin x Waylon Park Fanfiction]

Small few paragraphs of my fic! It's a 3-part elementary school AU and has to do with the discovery of abusiveness in a child's eyes. Please practice caution when reading, just in case, though this is on the sweeter side. <3 (please don’t reupload :> thank you!)

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Waylon froze, listening for the sound again. 

It came after a few seconds, and Waylon could feel his heart start pounding in his chest pretty hard. So hard it almost hurt. Was he having a heart attack?

No, no. He didn’t smell burnt toast.

Wait, was smelling burnt toast the sign of a broken leg?

He couldn’t remember.

Maybe he was having a heart attack!

The shuffling noise came again, and Waylon found the table it was coming from. It was coming from the table he and Eddie normally sat at, and Waylon neared it slowly. 

If it was a monster, he didn’t want his classmates to get hurt. He could stop it! He watched a lot of superhero movies!

When Waylon got close enough, he whipped up the edge of the table cloth and dropped to his knees to face whatever monster was under the table.

But, he was very surprised to come face to face with Eddie, who was looking at him with a shocked expression and very, very wide, fearful eyes. 

Waylon didn’t like the look. He couldn’t stand it.

Waylon would never hurt Eddie. He never, ever would. But here was his friend, drawn up in his knees and trembling as he looked at Waylon like a deer in headlights.

“Eddie?” Waylon asked, and Eddie turned away from him. 

Waylon tried crawling a bit closer, but Eddie scooted away from him, turning around just a bit to glare at him. “Go away, Waylon.”

A sharp pain was felt in Waylon’s chest as Eddie muttered the demand. His words were laced with venom, and Waylon didn’t know what to do.

He wanted to comfort Eddie, who was very much shaking right now. But, he didn’t want to overstep. What was the right thing to do here? His father had never told him!

Waylon looked at Eddie with sad eyes, still in his dripping rain coat as he held the table cloth above his head. Eddie made no move to turn around and face him, and Waylon didn’t feel like coming closer and potentially scaring Eddie more, so he settled on sitting criss-cross-applesauce. He pulled the table cloth down, making sure just his head and some of his body were underneath the table and the rest of it was out. Maybe if he wasn’t all the way under the table, Eddie would feel better.

“What’s wrong?” Waylon asked quietly, and Eddie didn’t look at him. 

The boy simply placed his head in his arms, burying them there like he was trying to hide from the world. Waylon didn’t understand what was wrong. Him and Eddie hadn’t fought at all.

But… Eddie seemed rather quiet during most of their lessons. Did Waylon hurt him? 

A few marks caught Waylon’s attention, however, as Eddie leaned further into his knees. The back of his shirt had come a bit loose, allowing Waylon to see the line of bruises that lined the top of his spine. 

Where did they come from? Did Eddie get hurt?

Waylon shuffled closer a bit, now fully under the table. The table cloth fell behind them, giving them their own little bubble underneath the table.

Eddie moved away from him, now on the opposite edge of the table, so Waylon stayed put.

“How’d you get those marks?” Waylon asked, and Eddie just shook his head as he trembled in his arms. Waylon felt his heart start hurting. Very, very badly. That painful, anxious, and uncomfortable feeling had returned to his chest, and even though Waylon put a hand on his collarbone near his heart, it wouldn’t go away. Why wouldn’t it go away?!

“I won’t tell no one,” Waylon spoke softly, trying to gently pry Eddie from his arms with his words. 

At the statement, Eddie seemed to relax a little bit, though still not fully accepting Waylon’s attempts at help.

“You can trust me,” Waylon told him, trying to reassure him. His dad kept saying stuff like this to Eddie’s mom, so maybe it would work on Eddie, right?

What was another way to get Eddie to trust him… What was that thing that Miles had taught him that one day when they accidentally broke Miles’s mom’s fancy bowl?

It was a promise!

But no. This couldn’t just be a promise, because this was Eddie. And Eddie needed something special. So Waylon thought of an idea.

With a shaky hand of his own, Waylon held out his pinky to Eddie, who was still facing away from him. “I pinky promise I won’t tell.”

At this, Eddie looked up a little bit, before turning his head just a bit to meet Waylon’s gaze. Waylon saw that in Eddie’s eyes was pain. It was pain and sadness and the whites of his eyes were red and glossy. 

His friend was so hurt. But why?

“What’s that?” Eddie asked, and Waylon cocked his head to the side in confusion.

“A promise?” Waylon asked, and Eddie shook his head.

“A pinky promise? What’s that mean?” He clarified, and Waylon ‘ohh’ed ’. 

Waylon slid a little closer, catching himself going too quickly when Eddie gave him a look of warning. So Waylon slowed himself down a little and shuffled a bit closer to the trembling boy.

Waylon held out his pinky again, showing Eddie what the gesture looked like as he explained. “Miles taught me it. It’s like a swear but a lot more important, so I can’t break it ever, ever.” Eddie didn’t seem convinced, so Waylon added, “Otherwise I gotta stick a needle in my eye.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, and Waylon snorted. “That’s what Miles told me!”

Waylon couldn’t help the glimmer of light he felt when Eddie’s face cracked into a tiny smile. Waylon grinned widely.

“So, if I hold out my pinky too, then you won’t tell anyone?” Eddie asked quietly, still clearly apprehensive about the situation. So Waylon gave Eddie his most genuine smile - one that he tried to do for every school picture day - so Eddie would know that Waylon was serious.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Waylon told him. Eddie looked at him for a few moments, his eyes flicking back and forth as he looked into Waylon’s irises, before taking a shaky breath and holding out his hand. He scooted just a bit closer - just enough to be able to reach Waylon’s hand.

Waylon took the initiative and wrapped his pinky loosely around Eddie’s finger, showing him how to do it but being gentle so as to not alarm him.

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TRUST (A03 Link) TRUST (Wattpad Link)

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Hi hi! So, just wanted to say that I started another little Eddie Gluskin x Waylon Park story since I completed my long story [Almost 200k words?! HOLY!]. It's just 3 parts, and the next chapter will be out within the next coming days. It's just a small oneshot (3-shot??) that is based around Eddie and Waylon during their elementary school days, and it's in a simple AU. Thought I'd post about it just in case anyone wants to see what it's all about <3 But no pressure! It's based off of 'Kitbull' from Pixar Shorts, and each chapter has a little guitar sting that goes with it :> Thought y'all might be interested! Story can be found at either of these two links! Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/353594067-trust-eddie-gluskin-x-waylon-park-outlast AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50291857/chapters/127046770 Thanks to everyone who's been super supportive in my writing! ~ Vebz

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Okay, I've put this everywhere. BUTT- I'm so proud of my fic cover. Okay haha thanks for your time xD

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FIC WRITING

Okay. Just a thing here. Is anyone else like 24/7 concerned about their fanfiction writing quality. ;v; I love writing, but I also want to make something super awesome, so I always lowkey second guess myself lol. Currently finishing up my Weddie [Eddie Gluskin x Waylon Park] fic, and it's been a crazy awesome journey, but AGHHHH I just want it to be good lol. I'm confident in my own ability to story write, but like I know I can be super picky with fic quality sometimes, so idk. Maybe that's just me.

Plus I've seen some CRAZY amazing fics like.... whAT?! How?! How does your fic stay in my mind for SO LONG! IT is SO GOOD! Literally. I aspire to be as good of a writer as some of you fic authors out there. xD

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saw a pic of cary grant in a frilly apron and had to draw pre-mt massive Eddie in it. sorry

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His Lullaby Snippet [Eddie Gluskin x Waylon Park Fanfiction]

Thought I’d post a small snippet of what I wrote for my fanfic :) Put it out there a bit for anyone who’s looking for a longer fic to read. It’s still a WIP, but much of the book has been completed. I’ll link it here for those interested. (please don’t reupload :> thank you!) ----- “I try and try to treat you well, darling, but-” Eddie continued but Waylon stopped him with a biting slap to the side of the head. The action caught Eddie off guard, and he made a swipe for Waylon. Luckily Waylon was able to duck, hearing the small whoosh of Eddie’s fist flying.

“Stop it, Eddie! Stop it!” Waylon hollered, and Eddie paused at the raise of Waylon’s voice. They both glared at one another, letting the silence speak for them that there was a temporary truce.

Waylon regained his breath and adjusted his leg, all the while Eddie’s eyes were on him, watching him with curiosity that quickly turned to concern. He tried making a move towards Waylon, but the engineer held his palm up and glared daggers at the larger man. “Stop.” And Eddie did.

“I left because I heard you yelling. I thought you were being hurt,” Waylon explained, his voice now at a reasonable volume. “You sounded like you were in pain, and I wanted to make sure you weren’t being stabbed by a homicidal maniac.”

That would be irony at its finest… Waylon thought to himself.

The explanation seemed to confuse Eddie, his eyebrows drawing together in blatant skepticism.

“I never called for you,” Eddie told him.

Waylon tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

“I didn’t call your name,” Eddie restated.

“No, no. I heard that part.” Waylon thought to himself for a moment. “I heard you saying ‘darling’.”

“You’re my darling.”

“I know, that’s not what I meant. No- get away,” Waylon held a palm up to Eddie’s chest, stopping him from trying to envelope Waylon in another hug of reassurance. Eddie made a pouty face as he was pushed away. “I need to think.” --- AO3 Fic Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33015163/chapters/81947437 Wattpad Fic Link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/279564114-his-lullaby-eddie-gluskin-x-waylon-park-outlast --- Let me know what you think! xoxo ~ Vebz

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The Morphogenic Engine isn´t for everyone, just like love.

-time before riot

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This gave me watery eyes. Very well drawn. It’s so freaking sad omfg

Young eddie.. sad story..

Poor Eddie, his past is horrible. :(

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BROS CHEEKY FOR THAT ONE SMH😒😒

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I found out that I didn't post it here