#Condence

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 77

Part 1 Part 76

He’s growing – Steve can feel it eating away at the pathways in his brain. He can almost feel the way the connections drop, making way from something else, something more. It’s like he wants Steve to be able to see the paths he’s carving out of his brain so he can.

They’re dark, and winding, and there’s nothing in there at all. Steve’s being hollowed out, for a holy purpose he can’t quite grasp, but he can feel it, coiled cold and hard in the back of his skull, waiting to give him his own divine prophecy. When the time’s right. 

But the time’s not right, and he’s lost in the tunnels of his mind, winding fast, fast, fast through corridors he doesn’t recognize. 

It’s like, double vision. He’s looking at Eddie sitting beside him, twirling his frizzy hair in front of his mouth, but it’s dark, too, and the tunnels are winding. Winding, and empty until they’re not.

It’s not until he sees the man that Steve wonders if he’s looking at something internal at all. Because there’s a man he doesn’t recognize walking inside them. He watches him stumble, he watches him fall. 

Steve doesn’t recognize the man. But, still. Something twists inside as he watches him collapse, He’s supposed to collapse. Steve knows, he can feel it.

But there’s still something pulling in his sternum. He can feel it, sometimes, when Eddie’s looking at him with big, sad eyes. He wants to wring the sadness straight out of him but can’t – he doesn’t know what’s wrong. 

“Something’s wrong.” he says, but he’s not sure if he means the man or the look in Eddie’s eyes, or the way he’s not sure where he is right now.

“What is it, honey?” 

The woman who says it looks frazzled from where she’s kneeling in front of him. He doesn’t know her, but she’s holding Will’s hand. He looks at Will, and his eyes match hers – both wide and worried and trained on him.

“There’s a man,” he says. There are vines circling the man’s wrists, legs, trailing up his neck. Steve rubs his own throat, esophagus convulsing in sympathy pain. And just for a second, there’s a flicker of that same man smiling down at him, settling something over his face, letting him breathe. 

“Where?” the woman asks, at the same moment Eddie asks, “who?” and reaches out his burning palm to clutch Steve’s knee. 

He turns back to Eddie. Eddie who’s touch burns straight through him, who he can feel pulling pulling pulling him in like he wants to incinerate him whole. Steve would let him. 

So, he ignores the woman’s question and focuses on the man. “I don’t know him,” Steve whispers. He’s not sure it’s true, he can still feel the way his warm hand had cradled Steve’s jaw as he breathed life back into him.

Eddie’s boring his gaze into him, like maybe he can scoop out the images and muddle through them on his own. “But he’s in trouble?” 

Steve nods.

The woman stands up with a grunt, hands braced on knees as hauls herself up. “I’ll try Hop again.”

The name twinges. “Hop, Hop, Hopper,” Steve murmurs, looking back down at Eddie’s hand on his knee like it’ll tell him what he’s thinking. Like it’ll make his brain work better.

“What about him?” Will asks quietly. He’s watching the woman pick up the phone, turning the numbers by rote. 

Steve doesn’t know Hopper, but there’s a man with a dirty name plate attached to his dirty chest that reads the same name. “The vines,” he starts, before stalling out, unsure of what to say. “They’ve– they’ve got him.”

Eddie sits up, squeezing Steve’s knee tight, the bite of his fingernails into burnt flesh aching. “Hopper’s who’s in trouble?”

He nods, and sits, watching Hopper struggle, watching Will and Eddie trade looks around him, watching the woman hang up the phone with a sigh.

“Where?” Eddie asks.

Steve doesn’t know. He doesn’t know, but it’s Eddie who’s asking, so he closes his eyes. He closes his eyes and focuses. “There’s dirt,” he says, “and vines, and—” 

There’s nothing else. No discernable features of the landscape he both can and cannot see, but he’s squinting into his own mind hard enough that the back of his skull starts aching like it’s splitting open and that’s when he feels it: a pull.

It’s coming from the back of his head, like a migraine, aching at the join between his neck and skull. He lets his head sway with it, then points with the sway.

He closes his eyes, focuses on the man, and lets the pull take him. 

It’s like walking through purgatory – following the lines in his mind. He’s going the right way, can feel it just as surely as he can feel Eddie’s burning hand on his elbow and Will’s burning fingers on his ankles.  

He doesn’t open his eyes, just walks, and walks, until there’s nowhere to walk anymore.

It’s not until he stops that the implications of the pull yanking him down sink in. He wants to drop to his knees and scrabble at the ground with his nails. But he’s down too deep, and time’s running out. 

He opens his eyes and looks down. There’s a rotten pumpkin under his shoe, foot turning it to mush. Beneath that, there’s dirt. Dirt and vines. Steve points down to it, and looks up to meet Eddie’s worried eyes.

“He’s running out of time,” Steve says, watching both Eddie’s eyebrows furrow, and the way the man’s fingers are still flexing on the vine around his throat, keeping it at bay. 

“He’s down there?” the woman asks, unhelpful in her hysteria. 

Steve watches the reality unfurl in Eddie’s eyes and then looks down at the dirt beneath his feet and watches the man struggle.

People flit around him like ants. He doesn’t pay it any mind. Will and Eddie are here, and everything else is just killing time.

Part 78

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[cringefail-clown]

yet another turnabout au concept - hal but he got updated into a bot body and went into hundred year hibernation mode so he could be there for dave while he was growing up in the middle of the ocean. daves robro you could say

[octochilli]

They silenced you, Ichiya...

[biboomerangboi]

Writing Hua Cheng’s POV is so hard how do you all manage to condense all that’s wrong with him and write it coherently.

[annyz3]

I noticed that her design looks a little like the characters from Cookies Run, maybe I'll turn her into an OC from that world...maybe

[moongothic]

There's like a part of me that realizes that I've written so much Crocodad Meta that at this point I should probably just compile and condence it all into like a giant Propaganda Post

'Cause like. Sure it's all still on my blog, but few people are going to go digging through all the crap I've posted in the past few months for all the Crocodad Evidence, so just showing it all into a single post would make for like. IDK something I could use to make a compelling argument for why Crocodad could be real

(Also it would be more like, Crocodad evidence you might find on a more meta/narrative level, like on-going themes and Oda's story telling tropes/habits etc. Other people have already made posts that breakdown and analyze Marineford and compile all the subtle details+easter eggs etc so I wouldn't even go into any of that. I mean SURE I could regurgitate all that info too but it'd be easier to just link to someone else's post instead and save myself some time lol)

But also.

Do I really want to spend an obscene amount of time making that post. Do I really want to do that.

[lunar-fey]

okay idk if i said this yet bc i wasnt necessarily sure but im finally going to have a room again in the next few weeks....

[toxictac]

so been thinking about suicide squad (the new game), i have not played it but i feel there is something so surreal than in this age we still think the idea of "im gonna killi the good guys in terrible ways cause im the bad guy" is suppose to be anything but edgy

i do not have a problem with the main premise mind you, i do think the idea of killing the justice league can be an intersting concept as a game

dc heores are really overpower and have very distint abilities, so of course a game about people without powers killing them is intersting, the whole idea of struggle againts god and winning is as old as jrpgs are

however the whole idea falls flat not because you have evil people as a protagonistic characters (if anything that should be a plus), but rather the fact there is little interst in taking this characters as legacy characters over just overpower bosses in an arena for you to fight

mind you i seen the archam referneces parts and even the museum part, thats cool... but that seems to be the expection and not the rule

it feels really weird to have characters like flash being peed on by their villains just to make a dick joke, like i get the crudeness of the joke but it kinda makes me wonder

"would captian boomerang really piss on flash?" like i seen some people that it is in character but it just feels out of place, like this man just killed his like is greatest enemy and his fist thought was "im gonna pee on his grave", specially knowing that he supposely save them before

even if it was on character wouldnt be more intersting if he didnt, if he had to reflect at least a bit in how he basicly killed his biggest enemy after he had save them, even more the whole scene is almost makes me think that im not suppose to feel anything for flashs death

not to say i want all the main justice league characters to get a speech before they die but it feels like the game (to what i seen) doesnt want to acknowledge the leagacy of their character nor explore deeper the main characters and their relationships with the league

it almost as a sorth of bathos, trying to make the player think "look non of their deaths matter, isnt that so funny?" its just very cinical

then again this happens a lot on this kinda stories, when you have to kill someone people like, like deadpool kills marvel, where we have to eliminate all the personalaty and characteristics of the superheroes to make them easier to see as obsiticles to our protagonist

and all of this is happening the arkam game universe? it just feels made to shock more than to be an interesting game

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

tumblr has made my life agony and bloated the notifications in every way possible

I do not benefit from this, I do not gain anything from this, and I am now having a MUCH harder time looking through my notifications

[rainintheevening]

Somewhere along the way, between boy and soldier, I stopped being afraid to lose you. I guess I started thinking I never would. You were as natural as a hydrospanner in my hand, as steady as the air in my lungs. Like the sun you would come and you would go and you always came back. We loved like water loves the shoreline, like wind loves the sand, like stars love the night, without thought.

I lost you, along the way between soldier and sinner, surprise turned to anger turned to hate. In the dark, hate is easy, a twisting fall from clouds of fear, simple as rain, heavy as a hurricane. Even as you reached for my bloodied hands with hope, I drowned you. But you. You loved like fire loves gold, like winter loves trees, like stitches love a wound, with pain.

We were a burned out shell of a house, charcoal memories on cracked walls, shattered windows on the floor. I cut my feet each time I walked through, and cursed you for the blood. Oh, but you. You buried us and carried us, dreaming of the day when another generation would rebuild. You loved like a mother loves her child in the night, like a potter loves a broken cup, like an injured bird loves the sky. You loved like stars burn out, with a sigh.

I fell. You stood. I hated. You loved. I killed. You called.

And. But. Somewhere along the way, between sinner and father, he found me. He loved me. And I, I loved again, in a waterfall, in a flash of light, in a child's cry, with surprise. We loved. And like rain on the desert, like tea on the table, like stars in constellations, we called it grace.

Until finally. Somewhere at the end, between father and final thought, you came. Like always. I whispered small apologies that carried the weight of the world, with only the little hope he gave me. And you. You were as gentle as a kiss on my forehead, as warm as blood pulsing in my heart. You took my bloodied hands and led me out into the starlight, where I could breathe again. And now. Now we love like scorched earth loves grass, like skin loves scars, like children love the sunrise. We love like the light shines, without fear.

A not-poem, written by me, today. Possibly titled: "Dear Master (Love Anakin)", but not really titled at all.

@ ing @kingofattolia with a salute. It wasn't written for you, but I can't help it. "Your Anakin." "My Anakin." My heart!

I've been listening to too much Sleeping at Last lately, I think that's why. This happened. I'm scared to share this, like will anyone understand? What I'm trying to say? What this is about? How much I love them? How much they love? It is too late at night, and I am a mess. Anna out.

[vampyrluver]

Tell me why sweetened condensed milk was 8 dollars at the grocery store today .....bruh -_-

[dayshift-loop]

What's the weirdest thing y'all have experienced in the loops?

Dave (present day): Probably not the 'weirdness' you were looking for, but it stood out because it wasn't the usual weirdness, y'know? He didn't or couldn't stay long, and he had to have been just unable to see or something because I was literally standing right in front of him.

Jack: Or maybe he was looking for your feral side?

Dave: Why would he want to talk to my feral-ass twin? That doesn't make sense when I'm obviously the one that's more willing to talk.

[uk07]

Also! I need to figure out how to post long videos on here, if thats a thing

[i-like-books-and-women]

Remeber that one time I made a marching band au? Yeah going back to that. With probably minor changes cause I only partially remember what I put in that post. So in basics* Zach and Angel always stand with one behind the other and make little comments to each other whenever they can. Here's an example of one of those exchanges that I totally didn't steal from my friend and I this past marching season.

Younger Staff Guy: Crank the dogs**

Older Staff Guy: yeah crank the- crank the dogs?

Angel to Zach: You don't wanna find out what happens when you don't crank those dogs baby girl.

(Definitions of band terms in tags)

[its-hell]

Nothing stronger than a girls connection and need for her little boxes that stuff has come in

[the-aromancer]

@roomba-mangga