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[emyn-arnens]

Random questions . . . any thoughts about the relationship between Eowyn and her parents? Or about her and Eomer growing up?

Thanks for the ask! 💛 This is at least two months late, I'm sure. I saw the notification, told myself I'd think up some headcanons, and then the summer flashed by in a blink.

Let's go with a little of both, and let's pretend that I can read and didn't miss the "growing up" part and focus most of my headcanons on Éowyn and Éomer's relationship as adults.

One of Éowyn’s fondest memories from her childhood is of her father setting her astride his mare and leading her around the paddock outside their home, while her mother calls encouraging words from outside the fence. Her father gives most of his attention to Éomer, so Éowyn cherishes the moments she spends with him. It’s one of the happiest moments she remembers before tragedy strikes.

She resents the despair her mother falls into after Éomund’s death, both because her mother pays less attention to her and because she feels it makes her mother weak. When she grows older and begins to experience the same despair, she resents it and works to shape it into cold determination so that she may not be thought to be weak.

She resents, too, that she must become a nursemaid to her mother (and that Éomer is not beholden to do so) until her aunts arrive and lighten the load, but feels guilty for feeling so about her mother and feels that a better daughter wouldn’t entertain such feelings.

One of the bright spots during her mother’s illness is her aunt Trewhild teaching her the basics of wielding a sword, during breaks from taking care of her mother. With a sword in her hands, Éowyn finally feels like she's no longer powerless.

Just before her mother dies, she gives Éowyn a knife that her own mother gave to her and tells her to always keep it with her. Later, when Gríma stalks the hall outside her bedroom in the late hours of night, she takes strength from her mother’s knife, tucked beneath her pillow (have to thank @hobbitwrangler for this one!).

As much as she loves her parents, she resents just a little that her childhood was stolen from her and she was made to grow up too soon. Théoden tries to provide her with a childhood in Meduseld, but Éowyn never quite feels like a child again after her parents' deaths.

When Théoden falls under Saruman’s thrall, Éowyn is reminded of how she felt when her mother was sick—powerless to heal her, resentful at being shut inside and having to be her mother’s nursemaid, and resentful that she feels that way she does. The intervening years don't make the emotions any easier to bear.

Éowyn always worries when Éomer rides off that one day he, like their father, may never return.

Upon Éomer’s banishment from Edoras, he quietly commands one of the few household men that he knows to be loyal to him and not under Gríma’s influence to discreetly watch Éowyn’s door at night. Gríma soon finds out and has the man thrown out of Meduseld.

After Éowyn returns to Edoras for Théoden’s funeral, Éomer and Éowyn have many long conversations about the mistreatment she endured at the hands of her family and its role in her suffering and despair.

Since Éowyn and Faramir refuse to have any weapons displayed in their home, Éomer hangs her sword and broken shield over the door to Meduseld, facing his throne. In time, stories spread among the people of Edoras that the arms of the Lady of the Shield-arm guard Meduseld from harm.

Éomer later changes the laws of succession to stipulate that the crown can pass to male or female heirs.

He is known by all to display a fearsome temper when cases of harassment, assault, rape, or abuse are brought before him, and he codifies strict laws regarding such cases.

Éowyn is widely known to be one of Éomer’s most trusted counselors (along with Lothíriel), such that she is considered an unofficial member of his council, and a seat at the council table is always reserved for her when she visits Meduseld.

Éowyn and Lothíriel get on like a house on fire, which Éomer enjoys most of the time, except for the times when he finds himself on the opposite side of an argument as them and the times when they conspire against him (which happens more frequently than he would like).

Relatedly, whenever Lothíriel is losing an argument, she plays the “Éowyn agrees with me” card, and Éomer is forced to capitulate because he knows his limits, and facing the combined ire of Lothíriel and Éowyn is more than one man can take on.

Éomer names one of his daughters after Éowyn (or gives her a name inspired by Éowyn and her deeds; I haven’t decided yet). Éowyn would likely do the same, but I’m very fond of Elboron being an only child.

Elboron and Elfwine (and his siblings) often spend months at a time living at each other’s homes, learning of the other culture and people they come from. It’s Éowyn’s idea to do so, and the people of Rohan and Gondor appreciate the additional strengthening of the alliance between their realms. The people of Edoras and Emyn Arnen, in particular, are always delighted when the heirs visit and take great joy in teaching them about the other half of their heritage.

[possum-quesadilla]

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Thanks for the ask! <33

💕- Hmm. I’d certainly say Time is a Flat Circle, currently! I’ve written quite a lot of unpublished works, and LoopJuice as a whole is the first one I ever considered good enough to publish.

I love Lonely Remnants and am very proud of the story and writing so far, but LoopJuice holds a very special place in my heart. Time’s Arrow would be in the top spot if I didn’t feel like it got a little all over the place at times. I love writing foreshadowing and payoff and extreme angst!! I love you character development!!

[vimesbootstheory]

U, V

Ooh yay, thank you for sending this :D

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

I'm gonna stick with CK/KK fic writers because that's where my mind is immersed right now and also it is particularly impressive when CK/KK fic is good enough that I can sit and read and enjoy it and not get stupidly competitive, which unfortunately is my default mode.

GoldStarGrl -- For their compelling emotional arcs and character exploration, and really excellent dialogue and character moments that feel very real. They have not once given me the "HE WOULD NOT FUCKING SAY THAT" feeling, which is pretty rare in this fandom.

mostpeculiarmademoiselle -- Manages to write lawrusso in an emotionally satisfying way every time, whether it's sweet romance or ngl very hot smut. A go-to for a quick read.

pinkgrapefloyd -- So fucking funny AND wonderfully in-character. We've all read Anti-Hero but don't sleep on Ambidextrous, either. I almost never laugh aloud while reading but these fics make me laugh multiple times per chapter.

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

I mean, if I wanted to do that, I would probably just do it.

Okay, I've scoured my bookmarks and my old diigo account and the only answer I've come up with is a prequel to the due south fic "All the Comforts of Home", which awwww man it's offline! I bet I could find it on the Wayback Machine but oh man that makes me paranoid about old favourites. Anyway it's a fic that has my favourite version of Fraser and RayK living together in the NWT, from the perspective of Vecchio, and for reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture (ha) Fraser and RayK aren't allowed to talk to each other for some predetermined time, in order to follow some cultural convention for getting married. Anyway, I could see a prequel to that being fun. But that's the thing, it's also wonderful on its own.

[lightning-chicken]

For the ask game: 32 and 76!

hi taddy, thanks for the ask!!!

(32) Name three of your favourite fanfic writers.

there’s too many to choose from! but off the top of my head:

@finn-m-corvex

@weekend-whip

ShinyShiny9 (from ff.net)

(76) Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of a fanfic? (answering this generically)

yes, actually! the whole of my digital reflections au was a scrapped concept for one of my current wips. and my most recent fic, ‘Current Runs Thicker Than Water’, was originally supposed to have a scene from libber’s pov, but i decided in the end to keep her role more ambiguous. that isn’t to say that i won’t write something about her in the future!

[smoshmonker]

💛Smoshblr December Asks Day 3💙

Who are your top 3 favourite actors and/or top 3 celebrity crushes?

another banger. another banger by stella from wallpaper-inside-my-heart

1. charlie cox - I met him at comic con and physically could not speak. he is so handsome and charming

2. owen wilson - idk what it is about this middle aged man from texas but I just adore him

3. ewan mcgregor - i am an obi-wan girly through and through

[recallthename]

14 and 18 for the book ask, please!

Hiii thanks for the ask!!

14. Did you binge any series this year?

Hmm binged is an interesting aspect to this one. I read 5 Vampire Chronicles books this year, but I did them pretty spread out so I don't feel like that counts. Ooh no I know. I read all of the Murderbot books (that had been released at the time) over the span of about a month. Highly recommend that series, they're all on KU/Hoopla and are completely delightful.

18. Some books you bought this year

Too many!! I'm planning to try to start next year on a bit of book buying ban. Make some headway on all of the physical books I own but haven't read. As for exciting books I did buy, I was too impatient to wait to buy the Tor hardback of Yumi and the Nightmare Painter, so I wound up spending way too much on the premium hardcover. But it's one of the most stunning things I own now so I can't be too mad. I also bought all of the other secret project books, normal hardcovers for Tress and Frugal Wizard and ebook for Sunlit Man (will buy the normal hardcover when it comes out because I cannot contain myself lmao).

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

OC ask game: 3 and 18! :D

[ask game]

Thank you for the ask!! :)

3. what oc has the best music taste? the worst music taste?

Hm. Depends on what you call good/bad music ig lmao. Lilian's and June's might be the ones with the more generically good tastes? And just going by the rep country has and the fact that he'd listen to Dad Music, Liam's probably counts as the worst lol.

18. which oc cried during the lion king and SWEARS they didn’t?

Oh Liam for sure but only because Carver would have been insufferable about it. Lilian too but she didn't start denying it until later just to fuck with him lol

[the-butch-of-blaviken]

@poetikat i made a mistake and lost your ask but you'd asked me about Yennefer for the character ask meme!

First of all, thank you for the ask <33

my general perception of them

I'm in love with her. Morally gray, iconic behavior, terrible taste in men, problematic fav. She's a profoundly human character, full of contradictions: so scarred and traumatized yet so strong and so driven, ready to risk and sacrifice so much to get what she wants and protect those she loves; desperate to be loved yet running away whenever she feels she's getting too close to anyone; seeking meaningful connections to others yet so scared to be emotionally vulnerable with anyone. I especially love the fact that a significant part of her character is about making certain decisions then deciding “actually no, this isn’t what i wanted, how can i make this right for me” without being made fun of or condemned for it by the author. I don’t recall many female characters being granted the same liberty. She gets to make questionable and selfish choices, she gets to change her mind and backtrack, she gets to be emotionally messy. Her entire character arc is about unapologetically being who she is without conforming to anyone’s expectations, as a sorceress (her position in regards to the Lodge and other mages), as a mother and as a woman. She’s such a great female character and to this day i’m still surprised Sapko managed not to fuck her up.

an unpopular opinion or, failing that, a fun fact

I know Yennefer fans have been saying this a lot but it bears repeating: i’m Tired of seeing her portrayed as a harsh, heartless bad bitch. If you can stan Geralt being an emotionally constipated mess who is terrible at communication and sometimes makes bad decisions that hurt the people around him, you can stan her as well, it’s not that hard (and besides, they’re pretty much narrative mirrors of each other). I’m convinced CDPR made her particularly harsh and mean to Geralt in TW3 because they knew otherwise Triss wouldn’t stand a single chance as a romantic interest, and apparently someone important at CDPR is Very partial to Triss.

music i associate with them (if any)

I’m on a Florence + The Machine roll these days so my first thought is “No Choir” from High as Hope: i’m thinking about the TW3 ending where she and Geralt finally get their happily ever after in a small cottage, no longer a sorceress and a witcher but two ordinary people sharing a simple, quiet happiness until the end of their days; no more grand romantic gestures, no more sacrificing for the other in the name of love, like Dandelion’s ballads would want, but two people sitting in a room by the fire, simply sharing the same space. A part of me knows this is a fantasy because (at least in the books), their love is fundamentally tragic and self-destructive and they love each other the most when they’re apart, but one can’t help hoping.

if I feel (spiritually) like I could beat them in a fight

Even if i could, i wouldn’t dare win a fight against Yennefer. The consequences for me would be dire

[daily-grian]

If there is not an Oct 24th Grian can I get a happy birthday from the birb?

mod owl is feeling a bit better so a wild life!Grian happy birthday to you! he's saying it as loud as he can he promises he's just very small

[remcadll]

Wow crazy how it’s been two months since mha ended. what the hell was that btw

[appallinnballin]

waves!! hiiii so i wanted to ask if you could perhaps like, draw N or like J from murderdrones bc i love them and i think they would look so cool in your style!!

i love your art sm, byeee

hiiiiiiiiii i just did J but hope that is acceptable ^_^

[stevebabey]

part one here. ze part two to touch-starved stevie that absolutely no one requested hehe <3 but i gots to let my boys have a wee kiss :")

So, hugs with Eddie become… well, a thing.

Not a thing. They’re not a thing, Steve and Eddie. It’s totally the same as when he gets hugs from Robin. Eddie’s doing him a favour as a friend. It’s got the 100% platonic energy of getting a hug from a friend — a hug that usually melts into some form of a cuddle, limbs all tangled together until they can’t tell whose are whose.

Except, Steve doesn’t really do that second part with Robin. Like he hasn’t done it ever with Robin.

So, it’s an Eddie thing.

But they’re not a thing. Not matter how much Steve would actually very much like for that happen. Okay, maybe Steve’s overthinking the whole thing a bit, but he just can’t tell.

Where’s the line? It’s infuriating not being able to discern between platonic and more, just because Steve wasn’t held enough as a fucking baby. Out of all the things he resents his parents for, Steve’s surprised that this is so near the top.

Because, sure, Steve’s had more than his fair share of hookups. He knows that sort of touch. He knows the shape of lust; the scrapes of fingernails down backs, the tight grips over skin, the push and pull of the heat of the moment.

And this thing with Eddie… is not that.

So, really, Steve knows that it’s all friendly. Eddie is just being nice. He’s being a decent dude and helping his friend out — by catapulting himself into Steve’s arms at every opportune moment.

(Steve’s only dropped 3 mugs of coffee because of this so far. It’s only because Eddie says good catch, big boy with a devilish grin every time that Steve manages to catch Eddie that Steve hasn’t completely told him to knock it off. Just yet, at least.)

And he’s different in other areas. He’ll always seem to choose the seat next to Steve on movie-nights now, content to snuggle right up to him. They get thigh to thigh, arm to arm — and Eddie only needs to get about 20 minutes in for him to do a big sigh, like an old dog, and slump over, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve notices though. He always notices.

It’s impossible not to— the skin, even if there’s 3 layers between them, burns blazing warm. Eddie’s hair drapes over his arm, a curl inevitably tickling along Steve’s collar. He can feel the rise and fall of Eddie’s breathing, the little shake of when he laughs.

It drives Steve a little insane— insane in the way that makes him think about burying his fingers in those curls again, about pressing his lips against Eddie’s pretty mouth just to feel the smile against his skin, about digging into his chest so he can climb into his chest and live there.

Yeah, it’s— well, it’s safe to say that the effect of Eddie’s touchiness has sent what was once a fleeting thought of a crush into mind-melting levels of affection.

But he can’t fucking tell.

-

To Steve’s credit, neither can Eddie.

Which is not surprisingly considering sometimes he catches himself wondering how the hell he ended up here; in a close-knit friendship with band-geek Robin Buckley, princess Nancy Wheeler, and King Steve Harrington.

Okay, the Robin one sort of makes sense. He thinks that if no matter when their paths crossed, he and Robin would’ve always even some sort of strange friends - her snark complimenting his bitchiness. Also, the whole super queer thing helps too. Even the friendship with Nancy works, in its own weird way.

Steve though? He’s the fucking curve ball.

It works though, the two of them. Surprisingly well, actually — the two of them get on like a house on fire, bitchy quips back and forth. Even better, is the quiet that they can share. Steve loves to come around and do… nothing. Do nothing with Eddie, though.

So, even though Eddie had noticed the tension in Steve with touch, little moments where he turned rigid when Eddie’s usual wandering hands got too comfortable — Eddie chalked it up to the usual. Guys bring too uncomfortable with him, too weird about another guy being touchy. It didn’t matter than Eddie wasn’t even out to Steve yet, he was still might be that type of guy.

Well, Eddie had certainly thought so. Sure, Steve might not be one of those jocks who smacked around boys who looked too long in the locker room, but if he knew a smidge of the truth, who really knows. It would explain the tenseness at least.

But then— ‘Can I… have a hug?’ There had been a dozen things Eddie was thinking that Steve could’ve asked for but that? Wasn’t even in the ballpark. It was so left-field it left Eddie speechless for a whole moment. And Steve had been staring at the ceiling, his hands curled up tight again like- like he thought Eddie might say no.

A ridiculous thought, honestly. Anyone who knew Eddie well enough knew he was touchy; loved giving it, loved getting it. Like an overly affectionate cat, Wayne had once called him, just 11 years old, because Eddie’s need for affection seem to never be sated.

After that night, Steve’s lack of touch became far more obvious. It’s always hair ruffles or high-fives, yet never hugs. Normally, Eddie would keep to that boundary; some people are less touchy other than others, he knows that.

But… “Sometimes I realise it’s been awhile, since I’ve had some touch.” That’s what Steve had said, his words. Eddie doesn’t even think he meant to say something so heartbreaking. In fact, the guy seemed embarrassed.

It had thrown Eddie for a loop— because Steve gets around. He’s nearly notorious for one-night stands and failed flings, as Robin loves to drone on about considering she’s subjected to all the flirting. What had originally been a point of envy for Eddie, just saturates the bleakness of Steve’s words. Sex but without a moment of intimacy.

So, while Eddie is miles away from being the person who gets into Steve’s pants — not for lack of want, mind you — he does try hike up the touchiness. Little things. Lingering when he taps him on the arm, hooking his chin over Steve’s shoulder to peer over it, leaning up against him when they’re side by side watching a film.

It’s good. It helps Eddie release the pressure of his stupid monumental god-awful crush he has. Yeah, yeah, it’s laughable, even to Eddie. It’s like Gay 101; don’t get crush on straight dudes, especially the ones you’re friends with. And yet…

Steve lets him. He lets Eddie give him touch, more than he lets anyone else. He still tenses; there’s still always a moment before he can remember to relax, like he’s trying to shake off bad thoughts but then he melts. He always melts into Eddie’s touch eventually — in a way Eddie knows Steve actually loves it, drinks it up as much as he can.

And maybe, Eddie is the biggest fool to grace the Earth to let that fact give him some hope. Sue his gooey heart, he’s a romantic. It’s a quiet hope but, it’s there.

Tonight, it seems relaxing for Steve is been harder than usual— several times has Eddie traced a quite long along Steve’s arms, a subtle point that they were far too tense for someone who was wrapped up in cuddles on the couch. ‘Cos that’s 100% what they are now. Eddie will still call them hugs, but usually, when it’s just the two of them, it becomes this.

Steve, tucked up into the corner of the couch, one leg flush along the back of the couch and one hanging off the edge. It’s the prime position for Eddie to crawl up, wind his arms around Steve’s middle and give him a good squeeze and then settle there. Head on Steve’s chest, lying in the cradle of his hips. Safe. Warm.

It makes him warm, oh very warm to know that he gets this. That Steve doesn’t give this amount of trust to many, if any, other people but Eddie — he trusts Eddie.

“Y’know,” Eddie says, cheeks smushed against the plain of Steve’s pec. It feels deliciously warm and Eddie’s fairly sure he can feel how toned it is just through his cheek. Hot bastard. “I’m actually real glad you asked for that hug all those weeks ago.”

He leaves it there ‘cos he knows Steve will ask. Eddie’s eyes stay on the buzzing tv-screen even as Steve’s head shifts, turning to peer down at the boy slumped on his chest. Eddie’s pretty sure he can see Steve’s mouth twitch up into a smile.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie affirms, giving a nod and his eyes flick up to meet Steve’s for just a moment. “Think I’ve had some of the best hugs in the world.”

Okay, that was maybe more honest and sappy than Eddie was going for. He is just letting Steve know he isn’t just doing it for Steve — that he enjoys these moments just as much. He lays it on thick, tries for a smarmy angle.

“Swept up in these pillowy arms?” He croons, giving Steve’s bicep a quick squeeze, making the other chuckle softly. “Who wouldn’t think so? I’m a lucky guy.”

Despite the joking tone, there’s no quick comeback from Steve. That’s alright. Eddie’s quite happy if this is one of the times Steve just takes the compliment; let’s the word sink in and hopefully, believes them, even if it’s just a little bit. He watches the film and doesn’t read into the silence.

Not even when Steve says, “Eddie?” all soft. Nearly shy sounding. It doesn’t quite register to Eddie’s ears.

“Mm?”

“Eddie.” Steve says again, a little firmer and that catches Eddie’s attention. He turns his head and rests his chin on Steve’s chest, his brows drawn together in silent question.

But the moment he makes eye contact, Steve’s doing that scrunched up face again. Is studying the ceiling instead of facing Eddie. And just like all those weeks ago, his hands clench up tight. Twists up the fabric of Eddie’s sweater in between his fingers and uses it to ground himself.

Last time, he asked for a hug. Considering he’s currently just about squishing Steve beneath his body weight, Eddie can’t fathom what he might be worked up to ask for. Unless he was going to ask for something more than a hug— which, well, just wasn’t going to happen, even if Eddie really wanted it to.

“Can I-” Steve starts. He sucks in a breath, almost like he’s gathering courage. But he’s not, because he’s not about to ask for what Eddie hopes for, he’s not, he’s—

Unless…?

“Can I… have a kiss?” Steve asks, barely audible. The sentence is murmured, soft words that hit Eddie like a gentle kiss in itself — imprinting right onto his heart. Steve Harrington wants a kiss — from him!

“Oh.” Eddie says, in a breathy delightful way. He’s fairly certain the little monkey in his brain is clapping its cymbals at double-speed as the words process; or maybe it’s his heart, which feels like it’s leapt up his throat.

“Oh?” Steve echoes, a smile already playing at the edges of his mouth, because he can see Eddie’s want. Because he knows him.

“Yes.” Eddie says suddenly, with a frantic nod, pushing up closer so their faces are aligned. “Yes, absolutely, you can.” He affirms.

Steve huffs a quiet laugh at the eagerness and then his arm that had been slung around Eddie shifts. It moves up til his hand caresses along the line of Eddie’s jaw, tilting him just how he likes.

Eddie holds his breath. Counts the freckles he can see this close. Tries to feel Steve’s heartbeat through where they’re pressed so closely together; can Steve feel his? Thundering and hurried, beating so hard Eddie thinks he might bruise the inside of his ribs.

Then Steve kisses him. And shit, Steve’s lip are better by ten-fold than every daydream Eddie’s ever had about them. They’re warm and so soft — plush and pressing against his own and Eddie is freezing. Fuck, wait, how does this go again? Right, Eddie’s never… well, kissed anybody before.

Steve pulls back and Eddie screws his eyes up — not ready in the slightest for the disappointment of his own shoddy kissing skills. Fuck, did he really just freeze? Steve — Steve Harrington — asks for a kiss and Eddie decides to stab himself in the back by not figuring out how to fuck to kiss back.

“You call that a kiss?” Steve teases and Eddie’s well aware of the parallel — of the irony of Steve repeating his own words back at him. But he can’t make himself laugh even though it’s funny. Instead, a little groan wiggles out his throat.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, earnest. He forces his eyes opens — he needs to see what’s Steve’s thinking. Where he’s expecting disappointment or perhaps regret, is only patience. Maybe a touch of concern. Eddie continues, despite the humiliation that makes his throat sticky.

“I haven’t- I don’t do this often.” He coughs awkwardly clearing his throat and hoping it hides the next word. “Ever.”

There’s a jump in Steve’s eyebrows, a moment of surprise in his eyes that lets him know he did, indeed, hear that final word. It makes Eddie feel… well, it’s nice that Steve had expected him to have been kissed by now. Even if he hasn’t. He tries to take it as a compliment.

“That’s okay,” Steve assures. Absentmindedly, his thumb rubs soothing along Eddie’s jaw. It makes Eddie shiver, some outrageous amount of joy clawing into every nerve. Steve likes Eddie. He wants to kiss Eddie.

“Do you want to try again?”

Eddie nods before the questions even out of his mouth. Steve smiles, all sunshine. This time when he draws Eddie in, he notices the way Eddie holds his breath — the rigidness in his body.

Steve kisses him again, another short and soft one and then whispers against his lips, “Relax.”

‘Cos isn’t tonight just full of the parallels, Eddie thinks. He listens, tries to focus on how sweet Steve’s kiss is than his panicky heart, forcing out a breath between the kisses. His hands along Steve’s sides find a grip, grounding and good, and by the fourth kiss, he begins to feel a bit melty.

It’s good. It’s really good. Kissing Steve is top 5– nay, the top moment of his life so far. Somehow, it’s made all that much better knowing the build-up behind it. Knowing that Steve knows he isn’t just kissing him for a heat of the moment — that Eddie wants kisses here, kisses before bed, in the morning, on dates. Eddie wants Steve.

And with the way he kisses, Eddie’s pretty sure Steve wants him just as bad.

It doesn’t take long for Steve to reach what Eddie decides is an ultra pretty fuckin’ state; lips swollen from kisses, cheeks flushed, hair a little mussed up. He bets he looks no better. The thought makes him grin, enough they have to break the kiss ‘cos Eddie can’t stop his stupid happy grin ‘cos shit— he actually gets to have this Steve.

“What?” Steve asks, somehow half heart-eyed and half suspicious at the mischief in Eddie’s eyes.

“Can I... have a hickie?”

now with a part three !

[zu-is-here]

did you know that i love your interpretation of dustberry. like with all my heart. along with your various aus (especially rock band). but your version of dustberry takes the cake.

(´；ω；`)♡

[originalartblog]

Question, is there tiny soukoku corruption??????

With big Chuuya around I don't think Tiny would ever need to use Corruption. His tiny gravity manipulation isn't as strong.

But you got it in my head so let's picture it: there is this 3cm-tall dude that faintly glows red and throws deadly baseballs around. He's fast, dangerous, and, again, 3cm tall. Good luck catching, or even spotting him.

It's Chuuya who ends up having to catch him and throw him at Dazai like a ping pong ball so Dazai can nullify him. Or maybe throw Tinyzai at him. Your pick.

and then Tiny rolls over and starts snoring the hurt away because he's Chuuya and he's just built different.

tiny snore

[x009274937]

Make your OC play Uno with Megs please (lil guy is winning, I swear) 🫶🥴🫠

[smoshmonker]

💛Smoshblr December Asks Day 21💙

What are your top 3 favourite tropes in media and/or fanfiction? (can be as general or specific as you want)

Bonus: What are 3 of your fave fanfics? (can be smosh related or from other fandoms)

1. found family - there’s something so special about a group of people who would do anything for each other, not because of blood but because of bond

2. hurt/comfort - give me the sweet angst and then a catharsis!! it’s so satisfying

3. enemies to lovers - im incredibly picky about this one but when it’s done right it is SO good