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10 Fandoms, 10 Characters

Thanks for the tag @alwaysurvalentine

Blue Eyed Samurai - Abijah Fowler (Mizu is, obviously, my favorite character but I love how slimy and unapologetically terrible this guy is. I want to put him a fic specifically to give him a terrible time. Some day +_+)

The Locked Tomb - Gideon Nav (Only reason I don't have like five fics about her is because Tamsyn Muir did such an amazing job with her voice that I don't even want to bother)

Baldur's Gate 3 - Karlach (Can't believe I had to pick between her and Halsin D:)

Dungeon Meshi - Kabru (Can't believe I had to pick one person D:)

Gravity Falls - Bill Cipher (shipped with Ford ofc)

And for the ones below... I'm not really in a fandom for them but I love them so much, so if there is a community, please let me in D:

Tucca & Bertie - Bertie

Death's Door - Reaper

I think the below would be better in Korean? Idk I don't like reading translations in general. But they're so good in Korean and I bet the art would still be good.

Jakdu (omg it's actually translated listen to the music it's really good) - Gong Jiwon

Potion Witch (another webtoon!) - Vanna

and that's 10, but... pssst do you like cats and dogs? I think you'd be able to tell what's going on in this comic without needing to actually understand Korean

Tagging @fkinkindagauche @fuctacles @bilbosmom-belladonna @runraerun @stervrucht and anyone else who wants to yell at me about a show (which should be everyone)

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Steddie I Tiny Bit of Angst I idiot4idiot I First Kiss I 1.8k I SFW

“We're out of Mountain Dew,” Eddie yells into the living room.

“There's another case in the garage, I think,” Steve yells back, “I'll go look.”

Eddie slams the fridge shut. “No, don't get up, I've got it.”

“Quit being sweet on me!”

He's teasing, it's nothing, but Eddie's pulse jumps anyway, horrified that he's being obvious again. “I'm not sweet on you! I'm repaying my life debt!” Not the whole truth but not a lie either. Satisfied that he's dodged a bullet, he jogs to the garage, grabs the 12 pack from the moderately-wealthy-person's-modest-second-garage-fridge and drops it off at the ultra-wealthy-person's-expensive-and-shiny-main-fridge. He brings two back to the living room, gets ready to leap over the back of the couch so they can resume the movie, before he realizes Steve is MIA.

“You taking a shit?” He yells out.

Steve doesn't answer, which he supposes is answer enough. He resumes his roll over the back of the sofa, cracks his can open, chugs, and waits for Steve to return.

The TV is still paused on Kurt Russell’s rugged face. What a man. Eddie idly wonders what Steve would look like with a beard. He could sketch it out and then hide the evidence in one of his old D&D manuals.

Speaking of Steve…

“Yo, did you fall in?!” No response. “Hello?”

Okay, now it's getting weird. A chill runs down his neck.

Steve is fine. There's nothing to worry about. It's just weird he hasn't responded yet; the downstairs bathroom is ten feet away.

He jumps up, just to check for himself that Steve is okay. Which he is, because everything is fine.

The bathroom is empty…

“Okay, this isn't funny, asshole! You know I have trauma!”

No response to that either. What the fuck.

“Steve,” he yells up the stairs next, “seriously, dude, where are you?”

He takes them two at a time, because there's no good reason for Steve not to be yelling back. He pictures him being chewed on by a last remaining Demogorgon and preemptively starts planning his own sacrifice. Because if Steve is dead on Eddie's watch, killed while Eddie had his head in the garage fridge, he doesn't deserve that second chance at life.

“Hello?” He croaks down the hall. All of the doors are ajar, but that's not unusual. They're forever in and out of the various rooms; Steve into Eddie's, Eddie into Steve's, the both of them into his parents' empty room because they have the better bathroom.

Still nothing from Steve. It's getting ridiculous. He's not being eaten by a monster either, too quiet for that, so what the hell is going on?

He marches into Steve's room and finds it empty too. He almost continues on to Steve's en suite but he stops, notices the comforter on Steve's bed is missing, which is weird. A clue, maybe? He glances around, a look underneath, a peek around the side of the bed, but it's nowhere to be found.

He goes to call Steve's name again but then he hears something, like a sniffle.

The closet doors are shut but between them is a chunk of Steve's blanket, a tiny corner sticking out at the bottom.

Eddie tiptoes over and listens.

Yup. Another sniffle.

He parts the doors gently.

Steve throws the blanket over his head before Eddie can see him, only getting a quick peek at his knees before they disappear.

“Uhh, wha’cha doin’ in the closet, Stevie?”

He thought he'd said it soft enough to not scare him but when he immediately bursts into loudy, snotty tears underneath his blanket, Eddie can only assume he's fucked up anyway.

He crouches down. “Hey, I'm sorry, don't freak out, it's just me. C'mon, man, talk to me, what's going on? You're scaring me.”

“I'm fine,” Steve croaks.

“Yeah…clearly.”

The lump that is Steve groans and then falls over, landing on a pile of old shoes, which he doesn't seem to notice or care.

“I don't want to talk about it.”

Okay. Now that Eddie knows Steve is upset about something, he thinks back to what they were doing before they paused the movie. Which was nothing.

“You said you'd seen The Thing before.”

Steve sniffs. “I have. At Mike's fifteenth birthday.”

“Okay. So why are you freaking out about it now?”

“Why the fuck- Uhh. Yeah. The movie. Scared me real bad.”

Eddie frowns at The Lump. So it's not the movie. Something happened when Eddie got up. Think, think, think!

“The life debt thing?”

Steve doesn't respond. He does curl into a smaller ball, which seems like an answer in itself. What it means, he has no idea. Why would that leave Steve a sobbing mess? It's not like he can undo Steve saving his life! Of course he owes Steve everything!

“Please talk to me,” he begs softly. “I'm not good at this. I'm not Robin.”

He gets a scoff. “Robin is also not good at this.”

True. Just because she's a girl doesn't mean she comes equipped to handle emotional outbursts. She's more of a ‘pat, pat, there, there' kinda gal.

“Would you tell her what was wrong?”

“Yes,” Steve admits after a short pause.

“Would you like me to go get her?”

“No,” he says, barely above a whisper. “But you don't have to stay in here with me. You can finish the movie if you want. I'll be okay.”

“Steve,” he pats what he hopes is Steve's shoulder, “I might not be good at this emotional vulnerability shit but even I know you don't leave your friends crying on the floor of their closet.”

Since he's touching Steve, he can feel the short, hitching breaths he's taking, trying so hard not to be heard.

“I'm fine. I'll be fine,” Steve tries to convince him, “I just need a bit to get over myself. Like a week or…six.”

“Over what?”

He sniffles some more. “Nothing.”

“I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong, dude.” To prove his point he shuffles fully into the closet and pulls the doors shut behind him. “There. Our closet breakdown.”

Steve groans, tries giving Eddie a little kick but his feet are trapped inside the comforter, so it feels more like a nudge.

“I'll be over here by this pile of old basketball jerseys when you feel like talking. Number twenty-one? Is that lucky?”

“This is so stupid,” Steve mumbles.

“Hey, you're in charge of this rodeo, just tell me what's wrong and we can mosey on out of here.”

“You sound like Wayne when you say shit like that.”

“Well, he did half raise me. Tell me what's wrong.”

“No.”

“So you don't trust me?” He says just to be an asshole, to get some kind of reaction. “We're not that good of friends I guess.”

That gets him a reaction alright, just not the one he wants. Instead of getting pissed, Steve somehow curls even tighter, near silent sobs emanating from The Lump.

All of this had had a sort of surreal, humorous quality before, finding Steve having a nervous breakdown on the floor like a toddler told to go to bed, but it's getting less cute now.

Eddie gets up and lays the opposite way, head down near Steve's. He wants to bundle Steve up and rock him like a baby, but it doesn't seem like Steve wants that. “If I'm really hurting you…if this is my fault and you want me to go, I'll go, but I don't want to. I want to fix this. What do you want me to do?”

He's quiet. Not actively crying at least. After a long stretch, he mumbles, “Is that what you've been doing this whole time? Trying to fix things? Doing what you think I want because you think you owe me?”

Okay, now they're getting somewhere.

“I do owe you, Stevie, but that's not why… That's not why.”

“Then why?”

He swallows. “Because you deserve more than you get.” There. That's fine. That's platonic and still vulnerable and absolutely true.

“And that's it?”

What the fuck does he say to that? ‘No, actually, I want to treat you like the god damned royalty that you are, not in the fake high school sense, but in the way that knights willingly followed Kings onto the battlefield?’

“What do you mean?” He asks instead, like the coward he is.

“I mean… You close all the curtains in the house when you notice I've got a migraine. You learned to play my favorite songs even though you think they're mediocre. You corral the kids when they get out of hand and start being mean to me. You invite me to family dinner at Wayne and Gail’s. We live together and make breakfast together and spend all of our time together and I guess that's just because we're friends. That's what friends do. We're just friends.” He's worked himself into a fit again.

Eddie can do nothing but stare at the blanket lump and try not to panic. Either Steve has been onto him for months and has finally had enough or…

“Stevie? Why are you crying in the closet?”

“Don't make me say it.”

He chokes on his own sob, months of being good, keeping it tucked away and out of sight, welling up in his chest and in his eyes.

He finds the end of the blanket and pulls until he can crawl underneath too, finding Steve with his head turned away, like he's still trying to hide. Eddie slides both hands onto the sides of his face and turns him away from the floor. He blinks at Eddie, looking every bit like a tragic Prince in a fairytale. Or a baby cow.

“Please,” he begs, voice breaking, “tell me why you're sad.”

Steve studies Eddie, eye roaming over the tear tracks Eddie can't stop, over his trembling lip, the blush that must be painting his cheeks. He's going out on a real limb here, betting it all, but Steve doesn't leave him hanging for long.

“I thought you were sweet on me.”

Eddie coughs out a relieved a laugh. “I am, baby. I'm so sweet on you.”

Steve's face could outshine the fourth of July. “Yeah?”

“Are you kidding? You think I'd crawl back into the closet for just anyone?”

“Oh my god,” he groans, head falling to land on Eddie's shoulder.

“Hey,” he nudges softly, “whaddya say we come out of the closet together?”

“Why do I like you so much?”

“Aww, you sweet on me, Stevie?”

Instead of answering, he throws back the blanket, bringing fresh air, and then Steve basically knocks Eddie into the door, spilling them out onto the floor of his room. He crawls on top of Eddie, pinning him down with all of his jock glory.

"I am so sweet on you."

And then he kisses Eddie. Kisses him like he's been thinking about it just as long as Eddie has, which is a real bitch of a realization. Months they could've been doing this.

He's got two handfuls of jean covered ass when Steve pulls back far enough to whisper, “We have to make up something else to tell Robin. She can't know it happened like this, I'll never live it down.”

"Let me touch your dick and I'll tell her whatever you want. You fought off a bear in the backyard and I was overcome with desire."

"Deal."

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Are you a physically affectionate person?

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Stranger Things Fan Art Highlights

This is a place to celebrate all the great art that's been coming out of the stranger things fandom! That includes, but is not limited to:

written fics

graphics

digital art

book bindings

pod fics

commenters

gif edits

This blog is open to ALL romantic / platonic ships EXCEPT written Steddie Fics such as:

Eddie x Reader

Steve x Billy

Steve & Robin

Eddie x Jason

Please send written Steddie fanfic recs to Steddie Underdog Fics, which was the main inspiration for this blog.

To participate please:

Nominate an artist to highlight through our asks with some of their art you want to highlight and questions you'd like to ask!

For example, an ask could look like this

I'd like to nominate (Person's Blog Name). Here's some of their stuff I liked - (add links) because (reason) Please ask them what their favorite book is (or other questions)

It might take us a while to get to your rec, since we're reccing one artist per week. And sometimes, we may decide to rec someone first to introduce some variety (for example, we'd try to avoid reccing only writers multiple weeks in a row), but we'll get to you! Promise. Previously recommended artists (see all our intro posts here)

talanashta (@talanashta)

jo-harrington (@jo-harrington)

stervrucht (@stervrucht)

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WIP Word Game

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

I may be behind a couple of tags so without further ado, here's some random sentences from a few friend's tags! 💛

Our word from @steviewashere - JEST, all snippets taken from a WIP of Steve being taught about a Munson Tradition

J: Just have a hankering for something sweet? Hot chocolate.

E: Eddie’s digging in the fridge when Steve rounds the corner, a gallon of milk is held in his left hand while his right jostles the items in the fridge door to reveal whipped cream.

S: Steve’s out of breath but still giggling when Eddie backs up, one finger pointing at Steve with a barely contained smile.

T: There’s nothing better than the Munson’s Hot Chocolate.

Our word from @fkinkindagauche - FORKS, all snippets from my WIP 'hospital rooms & stubborn teenagers' (I promise one day I'll finish it 😅)

F: Few things bring Jim more satisfaction than getting her to relax and smooth her face into a lax smile.

O: Only to realize the two girls were walking encyclopedias and he didn’t stand a chance between them.

R: Remembers breaking up house parties and doing patrols through the neighborhood.

K: Knows about him just tying a shirt around the wounds instead of turning tail and going home.

S: She’d beelined directly to Dustin and squeezed him close to her chest.

Our word from @jo-harrington - SPORT, snippets from 'becoming who you've always been' which was my first idea for my Eddie Munson Big Bang before I switched gears!

S: She places a gentle hand on Wayne’s elbow, guiding him the last couple of steps to the bassinet.

P: Pre-school is interesting.

O: Other than that, Eddie focused on coloring and watching the adults while they talked.

R: Remembers how hard his Martha squeezed his hand when they had their little girl.

T: The first time Wayne sets eyes on his nephew, Eddie’s eyes are wide open, almost like he’s scanning the room.

Alright, tossing no pressure tags to: @talanashta @dame-zoom-a-lot @adverbally @fkinkindagauche and @jo-harrington - your word? MIRROR

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@apple-sapling interviewed me about Comment Exchange about a month ago as part of a larger Podfic Radio show that didn't end up happening. But we wanted to put the interview out there anyway, so we have now posted it as a stand alone to AO3.

The Comment Exchange AO3 account is listed as a co-creator, so you can find it that way, or just click here.

You can also listen right here:

Thank you @apple-sapling for the great questions and the fun interview!

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He’s my little pookie

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Stranger Things March Mating Madness Prompt List!

above the cut, there are two versions of the master prompt list: one desktop calendar and one phone calendar

below the cut, you'll also find "to-do list" style breakdowns of the days

***if you have any questions about the prompts or need clarification, please send an ask!***

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Ever feel like your porn is maybe TOO sexy? Think this is the right time to break the sexual tension with some humor? Come join in on our fandom-agnostic Bad Sex Bingo!

That’s right, any fandom can enjoy our prompts for imperfect and regrettable sexual situations.

We’ll be running from February (just in time to regret not breaking up with your SO for valentines!) until an indefinite future point in time.

Check out our pinned post for instructions on how to participate and our FAQ. We’ve got two (2!) beautiful board themes to choose from delivered in fully accessible PDF form to your email! Look at this x-ray of a lightbulb up someone’s ass!

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A toothy smooch for a toothy lad

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Getting upset that a piece of media you've never seen is losing a social media poll to a different piece of media you've also never seen because you're fandom adjacent and you prefer the first one's vibes.

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Anyone know a way to track down an anon who sent an ask so I can explode them with my mind? Just asking for a friend

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WIP Weekend!

thanks @penny00dreadful for tagging me! I haven't done it in a while and since my financial/housing situation is the worst it's ever been and the depression is fucking up my writing streak, it's a great moment to get distracted. Am I right or am I right?

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP! (No limit on number of emojis you can send)

I'll be focusing on the works I want to post this month, so:

🐺

🐱

🤰

🎂

🃏 - I roll a d20 (you can also just send a number between 1-20)

If it's a hush-hush work, I'll write in it and in something else and share the other one.

tagging: @dame-zoom-a-lot @oralmisery @formosusiniquis @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe @stevesjockstrap

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Wolf in sheep's clothing 2/2🩸

here some Jacq's headcanon:

-the entire name of my dirge is Jacq Ferfey

-his adoptive mother, Morgan is a human knight, priestess of the goodness of the sea, in couple with an hobgoblin, who raised Jacq for 6 years.

-this is the last day Jacq's adoptive parents will live. In the night they will be killed by Jacq in his trance, and he will be taken to the temple by Sarevok and Sceleritas in person.

-when Jacq lose his memory, what remains are a few fogged memories of when he was a kid before the cult.

-the Emperor decided to take the form of the person in Jacq's broken memory that he seem to have an instinctive affection for.

-for as long as the emperor use this form, Jacq is at edge and at the same time attached. When he got back parts of his memory in Baldur's Gate, he ask the emperor to never use that form again

-the death of his adoptive parents is a childhood trauma that he repressed even as the chosen of Bhaal. the only deaths he feel guilty for.

here Jacq's mom⬆️

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au where uncle aaron doesnt die but he has still just found out his favorite nephew is spiderman so now hes just kinda like :/ damn i guess i gotta be a superhero now

its like batman and robin if batman were the sidekick. hes just sort of following miles around dragging his scrawny little butt out of tight spots and yelling encouragement. 

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prompts coming tomorrow?😱

which ones are you hoping to see on the list?