#I'm kidding for real though

[onlyshestandsthere]

do you have a rough chapter plan for twctd? do you outline your stories before you write them?

Lol. BMM was meant to be 150k and like 25 chapters when I outlined it, so no I don't have an official chapter plan for TWCTD. I have an outline for the story, yes. I know where everything will go and how it ends, yes. But how long it will take me to get there is anyone's guess. I write with the flow of the story, not to a specific word/chapter count. It won't be as long as BMM, that's all I can say.

[chalkrub]

so i got through to the top 300 for the pokemon tcg contest. i'm feeling normal about it........feeling very normal and sane. which is why i also drew this in ms paint

[warning-heckboop]

We're not so different, you and I

Judged by the inexplicable magics at our cores

Or by how we strayed from the paths laid out for us

To live our own lives, and tell our own tales

I can only hope now that yours

Leads to a happier end than mine

((Wolf belongs to @bunnieswithknives))

[babacontainsmultitudes]

So it was established in the last episode that Taylor still believes in Santa (tbh I wouldn't be surprised if it's come up prior to this ep too but anyways-) so... Do you think (saint) Nicky been has portalling in every year since the betrayal to sneak in a gift for his son amongst the pile? That Cassandra doesn't even notice because it's just one among the many many presents she herself has bought and wrapped? But every year without fail... Taylor gets one gift that simply says "from: Nick" and well, obviously that has to mean it's from Santa (a conclusion which Nicky expects him to come to, and why he can sign his name at all, though he misses when he could just write "dad"). And one year when he's still quite young, a sleepy little Taylor actually catches Nicky in the act, and Nicky wishes more than anything that he could just *stay*, but instead he only softly tells Taylor to go back to bed, and Taylor thinks that Santa is a lot younger and a bit sadder than he expected, but what's he gonna do- not listen to Santa Claus? So he smiles meekly at the man he does not know to be his father, and hurriedly heads back to his room.

Also yes of course Nicky eats the fucking cookies left out of course he's not gonna pass up on free cookies (which are home-baked to top it off) come on that's a given.

[triptychcryptid]

This thing is looking so insane. XD Hoping I'll have it done around Christmas, then I can move on to some comic Ideas I have. XD And yes, that is a sweater around Bill's edges. Like those Ski Lodge 80's villains. XD

[canisalbus]

Look, I know it's supposed to end badly. But I need to admit that in my head, they declared a mutual "fuck this shit" to the world and society. Packed all the stuff they could one late night and escaped to a remote open plain in the middle of some thick woods where they spent the rest of their lives healing and living freely in nature.

I've been having a lot of intense feelings about them as well. The tragical elements are so baked in to their story and setting, it's hard to imagine a happy ending for them. But every now and then I find myself thinking of scenarios and AUs where they both live and grow old together. For coping purposes, I suppose.

[acowardinmordor]

The bedtime angst idea that showed up on my way home after yet another appallingly long day. Heads up, this one is dark. like. Major character death, unhappy ending, horror, maybe, and not in a fixable way. DD:DNE in the original meaning. I'm not kidding about those warnings.

Platonic Stobin, Robin&Eddie, Steddie

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It didn't happen until November of 1986.

At first it was just the proximity of government quarantine for the five of them that went through the gate. Then the shared annoyance of recovering from bat bites. Then the joys of physical therapy. They got close. Closer, for those that were already close. Eddie got to know Nancy and Robin beyond vague concepts in the hallways. He got to meet Steve properly, and then really get to know him. And then, for some reason Eddie still couldn't fathom, he and Steve got to really know each other.

They hadn't said it yet, but Eddie loved his boyfriend, and he'd known from the moment he woke up in quarantine wrapped up in the same bandages as Steve, that Robin was part of the set. Loving Steve meant loving Robin. Not in some kind of weird 'accepting their failings' way. The two of them weren't kidding about being platonic soulmates. They shared a brain, shared jokes, could talk silently.

Of course Eddie loved Robin too. He may not have known her in all the ways he knew Steve, but just shy. A lot of jokes were made about how he bought a boyfriend and got a lesbian for free.

He knew them both. So well. Too well.

Back in the start of their quarantine, after they'd all gotten rabies vaccines, Robin's most pressing fear was that the Hive Mind was inside them, that Vecna could get into them, control them. Terrifying, yes, but the million tests by doctors convinced them all it was fine. Eddie knew it was impossible, trusted the doctors as much as he could. He was still a storyteller though. If Vecna or Henry, the Mind flayer of the hivemind itself wanted a host, then the guy who died and came back to life in that place was the victim.

It was a bleak thought, but there was a comfort to it. Better him than one of the others.

All through the summer after they were released from quarantine, g-men requested blood samples weekly. Dustin was the only one of the five who appreciated the scientific merits of it all. They couldn't get an explanation of what they were checking, but fine, okay. The government gave them each five million dollars; they could have some blood in exchange.

None of them were healthy, but no one was turning into a demo-whatever. Eddie made sure he paid attention and kept track. The headaches Steve got were debilitating, but those weren't new, just worse. Robin had an occasional tremor in her hand because of some nerve damage from the vines. Eddie had vicious scars. Dustin had a limp from what he'd done to his hip. Nancy had some hearing loss. They all had properly diagnosed PTSD.

For a few weeks, it seemed like Steve and Eddie were trading off nightmares. Back and forth, one or the other would get stuck in something horrifying that left them shaking and sick when they woke. Eddie could never quite remember what it was he saw. All that was left when he woke was the fear.

Then came November. The government doctors suddenly asked to take blood samples more often. Twice a week. They'd mentioned, casually, that they might ask for daily samples if tests showed something abnormal. That was more than enough to put the Party on high alert. It was enough to make Eddie sick to his stomach. He considered pulling back, but knew that was more dangerous for himself and the rest of the town.

Nancy was off at college, but always a phone call away. She demanded that all of the older kids keep weapons on them until they knew what was going on. She would be home in a few more days for Thanksgiving break, and they'd start to build a plan.

It happened two days before she arrived.

Eddie had heard the full story of the last few years from Dustin. It was never really over. It came back every year. Nancy was right to worry, and prepare for the next round. Eddie was right to trust his gut about something wrong lingering out of sight. It's just that he wasn't quite right either.

But this time, the Upside Down didn't start by picking at the edges. It didn't start softly, subtly. There was no wondering if they were imagining things.

One minute Eddie was on Steve's couch, waiting for Steve to come back with pizza from the oven, so Robin could restart the movie. The kids were around a fire on the patio, studying. If it weren't for the weapons sitting nearby all of them, or in holsters within reach - Nancy gave them each lessons, lists, and gifts after all - it would have looked like a boring midwest evening.

Steve came back and froze in front of them. Just a moment as his eyes rolled and his head dropped back, just long enough for both Eddie and Robin to notice. A sound, some tortured thing stretching to fill the gap between a chitter and a scream dragged out of Steve's body. Robin was already on her feet when Steve lurched towards Eddie. His eyes were still rolled back, but his face came forward, unseeing. His hands raised and cracked, like the bones were lengthening. His nails distorted.

Pinned against the wall before he knew it was happening, Eddie couldn't fight back, struck stupid and useless by it all. It was Steve and it wasn't. It was human and it wasn't. His jaw was open, a silent shriek that, at first glance, seemed to have too many teeth. Another glance and it was blunt human teeth. Another and his face seemed to split, craning forward above the hand that had Eddie by the throat. Teeth and pain, and breath that reeked of that place and trailed motes of fetid dust over Eddie's face.

He only noticed the sound of Robin's frantic yelling, that had started the moment Steve's body attacked, after the gunshot clapped.

After she killed Steve.

After the gun cut off her voice.

Eddie collapsed, unable, at first, to look away from Steve. Steve again, the monstrous thing he was a moment before gone, save for the way his blood leaked into a thick black pool. It wasn't real yet. It wouldn't be real for days and months.

Loving Steve meant loving Robin. Knowing Steve meant knowing Robin.

Nothing he felt, nothing he knew, got close to how they were about each other. Steve didn't have to speak for Robin to know he was upset. But they also talked for hours. Big topics and small. Bickering about burger toppings and the moral quandry of being proudly queer and firmly closeted.

Robin knew Steve better than anyone.

Everyone who knew him knew that Steve would never forgive himself if he truly hurt his friends. If he killed one of them, there would be nothing left.

Eddie loved Steve enough to let himself die.

Robin loved Steve enough to kill him.

Eddie looked away from the body as the patio door slammed open. He looked at Robin. Looked, and saw and knew her.

Knew what her only choice would be now.

Eddie knew Steve enough to know what to do.

Robin's hand still tremored sometimes, even months later. As she was turning the gun, Eddie reached her, stole the gun and her choice away, and clung as hard as he could, trying to keep her from shattering. He didn't try to stop her screaming.

Behind them, the kids were radioing Hopper, calling Nancy, cursing and yelling that this wasn't real, this wasn't Steve, that the black blood proved it, that they needed to find him, that they needed to same him.

Robin and Eddie didn't move beyond gasped breaths to continue their keening screams.

It was Steve that entered the room, and it was something else a moment later. They loved him, so they knew him. It was him, right until it wasn't. Not something else, not a replacement, not an exchange. Something that was no more. He was no more.

They loved him. Robin loved him. So she saved him from his worst fear.

Eddie couldn't have done it. Wouldn't have.

But he could do this, and hold Robin together, the way that Steve never would again.

--

I'm not coming back here, but you can do with this what you will.

[xxri]

maría for the ad astra zine! lc u will be missed T_T

[fushiglow]

gege when i catch you etc etc 🥲

[i-am-trans-gwender]

Character ai is stealing jobs from the hardworking role playing blogs here on Tumblr.

[longmaxsilvarg]

i can't say i really care if someone dislikes a certain character from a game like it doesn't irk me too much bc... they're not real BUT i will say that people who just pay attention to what chloe puts out n not why she does what she does and refuse to try and understand her irk me juuuuuust a tiny bit

[borgialucrezia]

the irony of cesare slutshaming juan for sleeping in brothels had me with tears in my eyes considering his very first scene in the show is him rawdogging a prostitute like his life depended on it...like babygirl we see you!!!

[askblueandviolet]

I'm here to remind everyone, including you, that Macaque called you 'baby', 'sweet cheeks', and 'my little snow cone'. He also told 'you aged like fine wine' so basically he call you hot, all in the same chapter

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[openphrase123]

giving myself a little treat by writing some of this thing that i will not post for approximately five hundred million years :3

[mosswoss]

PSA for new/younger Undertale fans!

TLDR: Be critical of the content you consume, especially when it pertains to abuse.

I've been noticing a bunch of new faces in the fandom!! I'm super excited to see the fandom revitalized and y'alls new ideas!

However, there's a few things to keep in mind to stay safe (looking at you minors)

While it's not as popular nowadays, when you go through old content, you're gonna stumble across Frans content

For those who aren’t familliar with the term, Frans is the ship name for Frisk/Sans. We could get into the whole debate about the ethics of aging up character and adult/minor pairings, however I'm tired and don't want to

If you want to learn more about that topic, I'd recommend the angry victim’s essay on their experiences as a kid in fandom. Link. TW for pedophilia, S/A, self harm, incest, and general grossness towards kids

Anyways, the issue isnt that a lot of Frans content features unhealthy dynamics and abuse. That’s all fine and dandy, a lot of people process their trauma through fiction. However, frequently in these comics, fics, art, etc, the abuse is framed as romantic and healthy, which isnt super great for people actually in these situations.

Dating someone who’s obsessive, twice your age, and violent isn’t romantic. It’s abuse. When it’s not properly framed or given in the context of being wrong in the real world, people (especially kids) are going to be more vulnerable to being taken advantage of by predators.

If the media you’re consuming is telling you that the unhealthy relationships you’re in are romantic, its gonna be more difficult to escape.

My goal isnt to send a bunch of hate to Frans creators, or acuse them of grooming. I just want young fans to be aware of the real-world dangers of these dynamics.

[somegrumpynerd]

Started reading The Bad Wingmen by @topazshadowwolf and @paddie-ut and it utterly possessed me for a few days so I needed to draw some of my favourite bits