#Different POV Challenge

[sebandmia]

one of the craziest scenes in challengers is when tashi and patrick are making out in her dorm and talking about how good art is like how good looking he is, how much better he’s gotten at tennis. i would almost argue that they both did everything For him in the end

[cinnamonsikwate]

"why couldn't shuro have just been honest about what he felt with laios and falin it's not that hard" are you. are you White

[arioloyal]

This user has this height difference with king baldwin iv 🗿 (in koh):

(Sorry I was really bored👩🏻‍🦯😂you can also try this if you want)

[akemiiya]

every pair of besties needs someone who never uses italics (clover) and someone who uses so many italics it makes you cringe (flowey)

[steddieunderdogfics]

sweet gingerbread made with molasses by literaldisneyprincess

@maxinemaxmayfield

Rating: Teens and Up

10,100 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Starcourt Mall (Stranger Things), Mall Santa Claus, Ice Skating, Christmas Lights, Christmas Dinner, Found Family, references to bad childhoods, Mistletoe, Christmas Decorations, Autistic Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Has ADHD, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Season/Series 03, Pre-Season/Series 04, Christmas 1985 to be exact, starcourt never 'burned down', POV Alternating, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Getting Together

Summary:

Steve Harrington has two goals this Christmas: 1. Survive working as a Christmas Elf at Starcourt Mall 2. Convince his new coworker that Christmas isn't all bad Alternate title: Mall Elves Fall Madly in Love

Thanks for the rec!

This rec is a part of Challenge Monday. The challenge this week was Alternating POVs.

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[lykieu]

You wonder if you've ever taken the time to watch the sky: white and wanton brushstrokes, colouring the curve of the earth, green sinking into blue.

(Sink you will, into this familiar shape, bowed, curl of her smile, crescent of each embrace. You think of softer thoughts and it shocks you like static, that flinch in the pit of your smouldering heart. You didn't believe in making peace with it. Now you can't remember the war.)

Sink you will, into the soft grassy knolls of the isle, the cliff you find yourself standing on, surrounded by dandelions sprinkled like the land reflecting the stars. You had believed that once, stalwart in your stance, that something so dull could appear so bright in the right company, with the right promise. And you had thought it would last. But as with the dirt beneath your feet, everything returns to dust, and only the ocean could ever come close to mirroring the sky. Deep in your mind, you know you shouldn't have tried to become anything other than what you are: a boulder to step on, stone pillar of regret.

The nature of the isle is blustery and remote. Sanctuary claimed in the aftermath of loss: a cottage by the ocean, she had insisted, for reasons you may never fully understand.

Gusts of wind whip through your hair and your clothes, embedding you in seasalt and the sounds of gulls high above. They soar so freely as you watch, dipping and hovering just out of reach, wings expanded like parachutes to carry them away at a moment's notice. How you've never envied that more.

Hours pass by and you come to lay down entirely. It's simply you and billowing grass tickling at your sides. You and the greying horizon, the incoming storm from across the sea. You and your thoughts and your grief and your newfound joy. Concentrate on what you've held onto with bleeding fists. Concentrate on the present, not the absent; on the catch, not the fall.

Heavy eyelids close to the first raindrops against your skin. They slip down your cheeks, icy beads to join a single crystal tear.

“I knew I'd find you here.”

Ah. The gulls dissipate. The waves pause. Your heart freezes in distant panic.

Above you appears a bright yellow umbrella. And peering down—is Muelsyse. Your pulse settles at the scent of autumn flowers, settles like a great descent, a coming home.

“Hey.” Your voice is hoarse but you smile faintly at her. You don't move.

She crouches down, spinning the umbrella absently in her grip like a watery halo, angel of your heavy heart. She speaks casually, even if you both know the moment is not. “What are you doing out in the rain?”

You allow her to brush your damp cheek, and you know she can tell from just a touch that one particular droplet did not originate from the sky. Her expression stirs, then softens. She runs her thumb beneath your eye, then raises it to her lips.

“I was resting,” you say, watching each motion, content to keep your whole weight upon the earth, where the only view is her and beyond.

“I hope so,” Muelsyse replies. She slides her tongue over her thumb before bending down to kiss you.

It's salty.

“You've needed this for a long time,” she says, tender in your ear. She combs through your hair with one hand as the other releases its grip on the umbrella. It falls to the ground and the sky opens up. Pouring, pelting, soaking. She joins you, drops into your arms, into the green of steady bounds, and buries deep into your shoulder. Still, you don't move other than to pull her close.

Soon, the storm becomes a soothing rhythm, an icy thrum against your skin. You allow another droplet to escape the corner of your eye, then another, and another, until they run rapids down your face, merging into rivers that you hope will drown your sorrow.

You remain as still as you can, as quiet as you can. The only disturbances come from the shuddering of your lungs, and even these sounds are swept away by the wind.

Muelsyse doesn't speak, only holds onto your shirt for dear life. It seems like you would both fall from some unknown precipice should she let go. So she doesn't. Couldn't. And she whispers just above the storm, something that makes the planet halt its spinning.

“I miss her, too.”

You know now that this ache inside may never truly leave.

/

[blazingflareon]

i pretty much bowled through the glass factory gauntlet with typhlosion which i imagine would be pretty terrifying lol

[signs-of-the-moon]

Hi guys. Had a bit of a scare recently. The other day I went on the Wattpad app to work on SOTM like I often do, and literally all of my drafts were gone! 7 chapters worth of rough drafts for Moon High, a few for Snowfrost's Fate, and all the unpublished things I have going on in the background (including but not limited to a collection of short stories related to characters in my series, and a passion project I mentioned a long time ago dedicated to rewriting my first warrior cats fanfic from when I was 11). I tried logging out then back in, uninstalling and reinstalling the Wattpad app, and troubleshooting. But nothing worked...

I was gonna give up and fall into despair over it when I remembered Wattpad has a functional website (I'm primarily on mobile when I write. Like I'd day 98% of the time. And I'm used to websites being shitty nowadays when there's a correlating app-- with a few exceptions, tumblr being one of them lmao). So today I booted up my dinosaur of a pc and logged into Wattpad desktop. All my drafts are still on the main website! What a relief. But I've learned my lesson about relying on one plain old website to house all my drafts. From now on I'm tripple backing everything up. It'll be a pain in the ass, but it's worth it to protect literal years worth of work

So that's what I've been dealing with recently! That and hardcore writer's block (yes, again -_-) I gotta go back to the drawing board for the newest chapter I think, because it is not budging in development. Sorry about all the delay but new stuff will be out soon!

In the meantime should I post some character refs from Treeclan, and the fee I have so far of Oceanclan?

[jademmoth]

I love his expressions so much

[snickerdoodlles]

there's a point at which someone's fear of being a dick wraps back around to them just being a dick anyways

[crimeronan]

In the princess Luz au who has been the hardest character for you to write? Is there a character you struggled with but only at first?

ooh, good question!

raine and camila's POVs were both challenging to develop, since i'd never written them before and since they both have slightly different baggage here than in the canon. TOH is a visual medium instead of a book, so there's a Lot of creative room when deciding what people's internal narration sounds like. it's very fun! but also hard to stay consistent and true-to-character.

by FAR the most technically-difficult POV to write is luz's, though. in some ways, writing her story is very easy: it's easy for me to get in her head, it's easy for me to grasp her stakes, it's easy for me to write horror in general. but her horror-development over the course of the 30k fic & her chapter in the camila fic.... those are hard. when i write, i know Exactly what she's feeling, i find it very easy to draft. translating those emotions and confusion and pain so that the Audience can feel it, too -- that takes Sooo much editing and care afterward. if you read her POV and can effortlessly imagine being in her shoes and it makes you nauseous and it pulls you in and it hurts like fuck..... please just know i spent Literal Hours fussing over every paragraph for maximum impact.

[radishearts]

Top 5 life series alliances!

Man. Lets be real they’re all my favourite. So I guess I’ll pick one from each season ?!? (That I watched)

1. Desert duo (I never left the desert babyyyy)

2. Fairy fort

3. Boat boys

4. Bad boys of bread bridge

5. Lizzie Mounders

Anyways I have a Google doc saved with all the alliances I hope will happen in future 😭🙏

[allylikethecat]

"I'm starting to get worried y'all hate this fic and me..." WRONG if i ever say anything negative about you then shoot me because that is NOT ME!!!!!!

ok no formattying (that was unintentional but its funny so im leaving it) sorry, but im going insane over this chapter like KAJDHWKJS. george feeling guilty !!!!!!!!! im literally about to die pls. the END omg im dying. theyre both so sad i just want to shake them by the shoulders and yell TALK at them PLEASE. speak. COMMUNICATE. sorry i cant even form words im so tired but id read this fic from my grave idgaf.

"But most of all he hated himself." STOP IT. IM GONNA CRY. george no pls he loves u u love him talk it out its fine its fine talk it out IM GONNA SCREAM. ok. insanity over. enjoy your day and i hope you are blessed by the gods for this fic i sweae

AHHH Hello again!! AHHH Thank you so much for reading oh my gosh!! You weren't kidding about reading it asap! Also sorry for being insecure on main 😭 sometimes the self doubt creeps in even when I don't want it to... rationally I know that I write my fics for fun, for me, because I enjoy it, but sometimes I get nervous when I don't see any feedback on them since I don't have a beta reader anymore... then I fully convince myself they suck or that I have gone completely in the wrong direction 😬

Yes! Fictional!George is feeling SO GUILTY he has finally had time to like... settle down and has realized that maybe he reacted a little irrationally / over the top... and also more than that he misses Fictional!Matty, yes he's jealous of the success he's having but he doesn't look happy in any of the pictures he just looks tired and that makes Fictional!George sad. He's spend MONTHS working to get Fictional!Matty to look a little less haunted and he personally has ruined all of his hard work 💀 Hopefully they'll talk things out soon... 😇

LOL Fictional!George is now shifting his hatred of Fictional!Matty inward (was he just projecting his own issues with self worth onto Fictional!Matty the entire time 🤔 idk but I think both of them need some therapy...) THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING and your INCREDIBLE ask omg!! I am currently watching the SCF so we will see how my day ends up hahahaha (Get your shit together Panthers if you blow this after leading the series 3-0 I will never recover) I hope you are having the most wonderful of Fridays and that you have a wonderful weekend!!

❤️Ally

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

Never surprises me how in the pursuit of ''challenging gender stereotypes/homophobia" we end up in the same spot

"We're deprogramming" no Susan you're still programmed except you cut your hair lmfao

When you see a post about women or gay people that sets off your “terf” alarm, you’re the problem, not the op.

You’re the one that feels the need to closely inspect anything about women or homosexuals to make sure it meets your standards. You’re the one who feels the need to heavily police the language women and homosexuals use, and the topics we discuss. You’re the one who is choosing to view us as malicious until we beg for you to think otherwise.

It’s not anybody’s fault but your own that your knee-jerk reaction to seeing posts about women or homosexuals is to assume they’re morally wrong.

[motokeith]

I didn’t forget about Welwitschia, I’m just in a drought

[kuiinncedes]

:p