#AS A VERSE ...... AS SOMETHING TO EXPLORE

[livwritesstuff]

written for @steddie-week day 2 (managed to tap into both hands and touch starved i think)

Eddie didn’t like to be touched, didn’t like how it made him feel.

Didn’t like the lingering ghost of a poke or a prod, didn’t like the way his spine itched when someone hugged him for too long, didn't like the way his screwy childhood had him flinching if someone moved a little too fast a little too close to him.

Sure, Eddie had no problem getting up in someone’s face, in throwing barbs he knew would hit close to home, in putting on a show whether the audience wanted it or not, but, for the most part, he kept his hands to himself.

He figured nobody noticed.

Steve did. Of course Steve did.

Steve noticed and he kept his hands to himself too for a while, and then their friendship started to morph into something more, and then Steve started to push just a little.

It started with just one hand on Eddie’s thigh while they watched a movie together – not that Eddie remembers the movie at all, because Steve’s hand was warm and he squeezed just a little during the scary parts and sometimes he mindlessly ran his thumb over Eddie’s skin, and it was making his insides churn (and maybe turning him on just a little in a way he didn’t have the wherewithal to unpack in the present moment).

And then that something more became something real and one night, after Eddie had a more heinous than usual nightmare, he called Steve because…he could do that now because Steve told Eddie that he could and because Steve wanted him to. 

So he called Steve, and Steve told him he was on his way over and Eddie said he didn’t need to come and Steve told him tough shit, I already put my shoes on and Eddie knew that he had.

When Steve eventually showed up and let himself in, he pulled Eddie into a hug, and by no means was it their first hug – not even close – but Steve was holding him a bit tighter, holding him in a way that made Eddie feel like he’d been gathered up, had him thinking this is what I needed, this is what I needed, and he waited for that itch to tell him when to pull away, but for the first time in maybe ever it didn’t come.

So Eddie relaxed into Steve’s hold, gave in a little to the weakness in his knees, and Steve’s lips fluttered against his neck as he murmured things that Eddie wasn’t really hearing, things about how it’s okay and he’s safe, which Eddie doesn’t really need to hear because he feels it now, feels it in Steve’s arm around his waist and in his hand curved around the back of his neck, and Eddie is feeling so much more than he’s ever felt before and it’s good and it’s boiling itself down into three words that Eddie knows he’d be saying too early if he let them slip out.

Steve’s gonna know though, even if it's too early to say it out loud, because Eddie’s gonna hug Steve just as tight when he needs it, and he’s gonna hold Steve’s hand over the gearshift while they drive together, and he's gonna grab his waist whenever the opportunity presents itself, and he's gonna run fingers through Steve's hair, and he’s gonna zip up his jacket when it’s cold out, and he’s gonna kiss him soft and slow, and oh, he’s gonna know.

[dreamerdrop]

have you ever considered writing prime bashir/mirror garak?

I have, but I’ve never been able to come up with anything that feels like it would have any real meat to it. All I can really come up with are fairly straightforward and somewhat banal noncon/dubcon scenarios and I just can’t think of a way to make them feel… compelling? Like, I don’t know where I would go with it or what I would be saying about it, really. What does it reveal about Prime Bashir or Mirror Garak in that scenario?

That said, I have read some WONDERFUL fics about Prime Bashir/Mirror Garak! Hopefully you’ll enjoy some of these recs instead, dear anon! Most of these feature noncon/dubcon to varying degrees, because, well… Mirror Verse, duh. So check tags and all that! <3

^ This one is a masterpiece actually and goddamned breathtaking in the writing of both Garak POVs, absolute 10/10 rec.

[vandalizedheart]

btw, if i do soft-reboot the blog, all of Nikki's relationships are gonna be included in the reboot. (sans a few that i enjoy a lot and wish to retain for the most part... hi cass... hi L... hi zen... hi briar... hi kayden KFDGGJKDF)

if we haven't interacted or plotted yet/much at all, this won't affect you! if we have and you wish to keep whatever we had going for the reboot, lmk and we'll plot based on the poll result! otherwise, take this as an opportunity to build something new with me. *jerma holding out his hand img*

[solar-nightengale]

And finally... PLEASE spare a Grace? Spare a Grace with 16?

HEYYYY ngl you had me laughing when I saw the song this number (and character) corresponded to BFGJHDFKVYTIU

Taking a shot at a moodboard this time around so without further ado:

spotify wrapped game: send me a number from 1-100, optionally with a ship or character, for a moodboard based on the song it corresponds to!

16. The Fairy is Grown Up - Dario Marianelli

[lover-of-mine]

Fuck it Friday!

I was tagged by @wikiangela @disasterbuckdiaz @cowboy-buck @daffi-990 thank you 💜💜💜

Imma be honest, I opened the most recent document, scrolled down a bit, and just copied an amount that made sense lol, so have this bit of the eddie begins fic where they are being soft in the hospital while waiting for test results lol prev snippet

"Hey, no sleeping," Buck says, shaking him gently, and Eddie blinks, slowly looking around to find out they're alone again.  "Sorry," he mumbles, eyes finding Buck again, "on the bright side, I don't feel like I'm freezing from the inside out anymore."  "That's good."  "Yeah," Eddie yawns, and Buck's eyes widen with worry while looking at him.  Were his eyes always this blue?  "Okay, am I gonna have to be annoying to keep you awake?" He jokes, but his smile doesn't reach his eyes.  "You're never annoying, Buck," he says, blinking against the sleep that's now threatening to take over and something flashes on Buck's expression but it's gone before Eddie can figure it out. "Not what it seems like when you throw pillows at me in the bunk room," Buck jokes, poking his arm and he chuckles. "That's just to remind you that we're there to sleep." "A pillow to the face is supposed to get me to sleep?"  "One can hope," Eddie mumbles, shifting around trying to get comfortable without being too comfortable, before looking back at Buck, worry creeping up his spine, "you know I don't mind the talking, right? I feel bad falling asleep on you, so if you're talking I'm not going to sleep, hence the pillows," he says and Buck's expression circles through multiple complicated emotions before he nods.  "It's just harder falling asleep on the bunks sometimes," he shrugs and Eddie chuckles. "I know." "But I will have to annoy you into staying awake for now," Buck says, adjusting in his chair. "You're not annoying." "You know what I mean." "Still not annoying." "Not even this conversation?" "No." "You sure?" "Positive."

no pressure tagging <3: @bucks118 @eddiebabygirldiaz @honestlydarkprincess @watchyourbuck @captain-hen @giddyupbuck @try-set-me-on-fire

[ta1is]

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

don’t mind the entity with a seeming connection to death itself. (:

@relentlessgrief || meme

“Can't imagine why.” The quip came easily—or as easily as anything came through gritted teeth and on labored breath. Jayce's attention had since wandered from that peculiar presence in front of him, as if looking away would jostle his brain back to a reality where that couldn't exist. He'd yet to convince himself his mind wasn't just playing tricks . . . or if not his mind, then some other power he'd pissed off (again) and was hellbent on making sure he remembered it.

His weight rested against the nearest tree, legs awkwardly shuffling to find some semblance of balance while he took in his surroundings and, eventually, that stranger still there and still impossible. Confusion wrote itself in the lines across his brow, in the way his expression hardened to something more guarded as he let the image truly sink in. “I'll take it over the alternative,” Jayce concluded, tone almost suggesting he meant to convince the entity against claiming him just yet—

“What—” His sentence cut off with a coupling of an exhale and growl. He made a second attempt: “Who are you?”

[saiwola]

".... Not a word."

"... I know."

[primordialruin]

Been thinking to add another verse/AU to explore, which is essentially Lilith cracking under the pressure of her duties. The impossibility of inspiring discernment gets to her, leading to her making a deal with Adam/Heaven to get rid of the bad apples in Hell, essentially living up to her punisher role (lash of God as she has been called in the Zohar iirc, she was likened to the feminine side of Samael who kills people that are seduced by sin, Samael being a neutral figure in the service of Heaven).

Might call this "Burning Pentagram". (I need my verses to be musically punny or I'll die)

[cuteniarose]

Each time I think I’ve finally become normal about This Fucking Family my brain comes up with shit like “Hey have you noticed how much Liba looks like young Sunat?” and now I want to throw up

[thebastardmeteocrusherpilot]

"Don't tell me you're afraid of the dark!"

SEND

"Huh? Uh..no, I'm not afraid of the dark, you silly!" he laughs uncomfortably, you can tell there's something awkward in his voice and his gestures. It wasn't the darkness he was afraid of, BUT he was afraid when his father found out that his son and the heir were exploring an abandoned Macbethian cave withouth the emperor and his' consent!

[cowlovely]

i looked into the origin of werewolf mythology and some of the history and such the other day to help give me a base for a story, and i ended up finding out that in the 16th and 17th centuries, superstitions and paranoia about werewolves were happening like. concurrently with those of witches, and for a long time being a witch and being a werwolf were practically synonymous accusations. and there were werewolf trials.

[sansgout]

the thing with having a post-canon, off-the-rails vince (which I absolutely will) is that each time i think about writing up a quick description to slap on my verses page, i just Get Sad™ thinking about poor rody's fate ಥ_ಥ

me @ me: wdym he's ded in this verse wtf that's not allowed ???

the endless struggle of wanting to have that verse available for certain interactions (though I apologize to anyone who would engage in that verse bc vince is not okay), but depressing myself (and vince) having to accept rody's gone :')))) help

edit: ok i sucked it up and did it crisis averted

[revulnance]

//I love tumblr rp because only on tumblr could I have Disgust attempt cold blooded murder and have it be played completely straight.

[ow1et]

athene country hopping after abandoning the court. changing her name, changing her everything over and over again each time they inevitably catch up to her. using her funny little mystery novel themed aliases and backstories. never putting down roots but experiencing so many new things and visiting places she's only ever read about.

[braveburned]

I think the implication GGY has in which gregory has somehow fallen under glitchtrap's influence and is luring kids to the pizzaplex for him / vanny can be done in an interesting way . however!

[sarastuss-a]

SILENCE FINDS NO PLACE IN HERE : people talking, elegant ' cling ' sound that follows when glasses collide, &. the music makes sure to swallow every opportunity there would be for silence. ❝ and you're certain this is going to work? ❞ it is not often when her 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 dips into tune of doubt, ━━━━ but this whisper was only for @gunbash to hear, ... HER SMILE RADIATES, a distraction from any suspicion. they walk forward, arms linked, both subtle in their way of scanning surroundings. ❝ alright, ━━━━ darling, ❞ emphasis on this 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍! ❝ where should we start? ❞