#and then after school im going to my friends house to play dnd again

[computer-boy]

tomorrow is friday yay :)

[seilon]

and on that note my taako cosplay is the only cosplay i have that has 1. stood the test of time, 2. only gotten better

[star-girl-writes]

Eddie and Steve have been broken up for a little while, but one day Eddie asks to meet up and confesses that they never told their parents that they broke up and he needs steve to pretend they're still together and go to some family event with him. cue pretending to still be in love, arguing about why they broke up in the first place, fake kisses that turn hungry, all the yearning and pining, one of them still being in the love with the other !! the possibilities are endless

// Hey! This is my first fic ive written so im sorry its a bit messy and short rn its just like a intro and im trying my best haha! I got this plot from @signfromgod 🙂//

PART 1 (intro) - the break up

Steve and Eddie had been together for seven months now and they had been spending basically every day together since. All of their friends and family loved them being together, they would say “you guys are like two pieces of a puzzle” and “its like you were made for eachother”. Everything had been so great, they would go on dates somewhere new every week, Steve would go to every single concert Eddie had, listen to his favourite bands and rehearse every lyric all night long just so he could jam along with Eddie in his van the next day and most importantly Steve loved Eddie.

April 11th 1987

“I’ll pick you up same time tomorrow, okay!” Steve shouted out to Robin as she made her way up the path to her front door “And please dont be 15 minutes late again! Im tired of Keith getting all mouthy!!”

“You bet steve!” She replied with a smile and a thumbs up.

“Hey I’m serious Buckley!” Steve pointed at her, waiting for her to get safely into her house before driving off.

Eddie asked Steve to come over after work saying he has something he wants to talk about. Steve was confused by what Eddie meant by that but Robin reassured him that it was probably just something to do with a concert or dnd.

As steve made his way to his boyfriends house he put in a mixtape he had made with all of Eddies favourite songs and began to sing along to them, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel of his car. “I was made for lovin you baby..you were made for lovin me..” He sang quietly as he pulled up to the trailer he now calls home.

The headlights of the car shine bright at Eddie who was sat on his front porch, cigarette in hand. “Hey handsome, arent you cold out here? Wheres your jacket?” Steve said with a smile on his face, hopping out and walking up to him.

Eddie looked up at him with a small smile, trying not to make too much eye contact. “Its uh..its inside, was just coming out for a quick smoke..”

Steve immediately noticed that Eddie isnt in his usual happy mood “You alright? You look upset? Did something happen?”

“Maybe we should go inside..” Is all Eddie replies with, standing up and flicking his cigarette on the muddy floor “I wont keep you for long”

Steve felt a small pang in his heart but brushed it off quickly “Well i dont have to be in work till 12 tomorrow so i could stay over.”

They both made their way inside the run down trailer, Steve looked around to find no sight of Wayne who was usually home by now “He’s on nights this week” Eddie mumbled, like he knew exactly what Steve was gonna ask. Steve nodded at him and sat down on the couch, Eddie following just after.

“So whats up? Is it Rick? I told him I could pay off that debt you owe?” Steve moved a hand over to Eddie’s knee to try comfort him.

“No, no its not rick its uh…” Eddie didnt dare to look over at Steve. He kept his eyes down on his hands as he played with the rings on his fingers ���Steve…I um…I think we should take some time apart..” Eddie mumbled.

Steve sat there for a minute in silence before letting out a small laugh in disbelief “Wait what?” He replied, wondering whether what he just heard was real or if he was just pulling a mean prank.

“I’m sorry Steve its just with everything like.. finishing school, trying to find work, paying off Rick and Corroded Coffin just got offered a small US tour its just alot for me right now…i need time to get everything sorted out..” He tried to put it the best way possible for Steve to understand “And…were gonna be so busy we wont see eachother..”

Steve froze up “Is this really happening right now? Wait you’re going on tour?” He stood up, walking around the living area “Eddie I can help you with school and- ”

“Steve..its just not gonna work..” Eddie shook his head slowly.

“So thats it? Were just done? No offence Eddie but thats not a good enough excuse for just breaking up with me” Steve furrowed his brows at Eddie.

“Im not breaking up with you i just need some time!” Eddie joins Steve by standing now, both of them gradually raising their voices.

“Well it sounds like you are! Come on Eddie we both know ‘I need some time’ is really just a nice way of saying we should break up!” Steves exclaimed “Just say it Eddie!”

“Steve..” Eddie’s voice shallowed again and his eyes began to look anywhere but at steve again.

Steve took one last look at Eddie and shook his head “Great..thanks Eddie..” He scoffed and trailed down the hallway to Eddies room, emptying his drawer and shoving his belongings into a bag. He made his way back out to Eddie, taking off the guitar pic necklace Eddie let him wear and placing it on the small wooden coffee table before turning and opening the door, not even glancing back at his ex boyfriend who was sat in silence with his head in his hands as he left the trailer he could no longer call home…

// AHHH I know this may be very bad but please bare with me 😭This is only the first part of a longggg story! Anyway thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed! //

[mzhydes-funtimes]

Ive never fucking actually socialized before like the last time i technically did was in like fucking 3 or 4th grade but even so i didn't make any friends just met them and then never saw them again

I mean yeah i played dnd with people in middle school but yknow i never saw them again after covid

Hell i have never once gone fucking anywhere to hang out with people literally my school schedule was: do school stuff from 9-3, if theater: go to practice mon-thurs til 5 for two months, then if tues/wednes/thurs (depending on the year) go to game club til 5, if thurs: go to drama club til 5, if mon: go home til 6 then go to show choir til 7:30, if pretech on show: go home then come back from 5-11 mon-thurs unless its tech in which case: fri-sun (sun had different times but im not getting nitty gritty) and thats literally where my day ended. 5 pm 85% of the time. From there its rot at my computer or rot in my bed bc i cant go anywhere bc no license, and i had no friends that invited me anywhere so no social life there. Hell, im only really in contact with 1 person since school ended.

Oh and guess what my schedule is now since school ended? I wake up, rot in bed for an hour or two, eat, rot at my computer the rest of the day, go to bed and rot there for another hour or two, then go to sleep.

No friends, no social life. Nothing. Oh and my mother has friends, but yknow i can't interact the the other adults bc im too young, so guess who they tell me to hang out with? "The other kiddies" like. Bitch. Im 18. Im LEGALLY an adult and they are all 13 AND YOUNGER. so no i cant make friends with them. Do you know what people are called when an adult tries to befriend a fucking minor? A p*do (im trying to not get this damn post flagged ok?) So guess what? Youre trying to get me ACTIVELY ARRESTED FOR INAPPROPRIATE THINGS WHEN

1 fuck no i DONT wanna be friends with these people they are wayyy to fucking immature for me and 2 no. Just. No. I know the fucking strategy here. You have already said you would call the cops on me if you caught me doing illegal things, dont think i dont remember that. So you could literally get me to 'befriend' these fucking children and then you could call the cops on me for being a fucking Predator when thats what you WANTED me to do. Like fuck no im not doing this shit.

And i dont even wanna interact with them to begin with like they are too fucking excitable like. THEYRE KIDS. like i dont hang out the same way kids do, me hanging out is talking, and possibly playing a board game not playing tag. Like what the fuck do you want me to do? If i say "hey lets play this card/board game" they ALWAYS SAY NO because they wanna actually move around. I DONT. WE CANNOT INTERACT. I mean the rest of my family also hates playing games theyd much rather pay taxes or watch murder documentries or drama shows like real housewifes or watch people rebuild houses or watch the stupid ass fucking shows like the fucking rookie. Games? Nah those are stupid and dumb and boring. Why do that when taxes and screaming at each other?

Like fuck literally why wouldnt you just never wanna wake up when your existence is literally just "yeahhh im going to watch you and FORCE you to do this crime so you can go to jail" like yeah i know lgbt are also the same thing but at least yoy can pretend youre not to save your ass from jail

[taserblade]

went to a hockey game with a friend (who will now be known as mist) today for her bday!!

it was my first hockey game since elementary school, and i honestly had so much fun!! i dont rlly know anything ab hockey, but it seems pretty straight forward. could be how many times ive read the foxhole court. exy is literally a fake sport, but it seems kinda like hockey. maybe its time for a reread.

MAJOR TANGENT!!

omg, talkin ab the foxhole court, god i love that series. i have a music playlist for that series. dude my TRUCK is literally named neil (the main character). i remember reading that book at softball tournaments, praying that my college team would even be a tiny bit like those books. i set myself up. i dont wanna talk ab this anymore.

BACK TO ORIGINAL STORY!!

anyways, all i could think ab the entire time tho were all those smut books ab hockey players (im not immune to the propaganda).

we got margs after the first period, and two were $45?? actual theft. got me decently tipsy, but i have the worlds lowest tolerance so it doesnt take much.

team ended up losing the game, and they played like ass (according to mist, again, i dont know shit ab hockey) so it was kinda a shit bday game for mist :-((

afterwards, we went to a bar n got some drinks while we waited for uber prices to drop. had another wonderful drink, n then hot manager texted us!! he said we arent allowed to go to anymore games, which funnily enough, when me n my sister were younger, we convinced ourselves that if we watched the cowboys they would lose. anyways, it reminded me of that. we joked ab his bday (which i think i know what im getting him now teehee), n then asked for a ride bc uber prices were so fucking high. he was honestly willing to come get us which was so fucking sweet, i love him fr. n then he joked ab me finally getting to go to a sports game this week, and yeah no he isnt wrong. i was happy bf wasnt invited this time.

he told me not to drive home, but bf texted n said he went out drinking with john cena. so i just ended up driving to the bar they were at, n leavin neil there. john cena n a bunch of other friends were there so i ended up havin more drinks :-))

then, omg so fucking weird, this random girl came n sat down with us n said it was her bday n asked us to sing for her?? we did bc we were drunk n why not, n she hung around talkin. after last call we decided to go to waffle house, which i was super excited for bc i had never been. random girl wanted to come so john cena gave her a ride. we all ate, which omg, waffle house is so good. maybe it was bc i was drunk, but the hash browns were actually crispy?? gas. after we ate, john cena offered to give random girl a ride to a homeless shelter.

anyways, that was my night!! very fun, very good time :-))

and dnd session tomorrow at 12!! gotta figure out what food to get.

[re-bee-key]

Im a very depressed person. I have been for a very long time. I go through spells where i quit my job and dont leave my room for weeks at a time.

When I moved to Arizona, i struggled really bad. The lack of greenery. Hard to make friends. Hard to hold down a job for my anxiety. I was in my room more often than not. I was already in my own little quarantine. For like 3 years before 2020.

At the end of 2019. I got a little better. I enrolled back in school for my Associates and was in a dnd group again. And early 2020, February, I had saved up enough to fly myself to NYC to see two broadway shows. I was walking all the time. Having healthy habits. Finally doing ok.

And then Quarantine hit. (I will note that I was actually sick with Covid before my trip and had no idea. Because we were all told Covid hadnt come to the states yet. I literally asked my science proff if I had covid. He said there was no way. I was like, i for sure got covid here at school. I went home and the next day got an email that school was going digital.

Everything changed. For the worse.

My grades slipped. Not to toot my own horn, but i was sitting at a 4.0 gpa. And it went down hard. I had to drop so many classes. Go minimum time.

My health was terrible.

We weren't sure if we could walk the neighborhood. Cause of the curfews. So we didnt leave the house. I didnt leave my room. Long covid had set in.

My days were spent scrolling the news. That got progressively worse with each month. I took less showers and got infections. I was always tired.

I didnt have a period for 8 months because of the stress. (And long covid probably.)

I shaved my head bald after a mental breakdown. My mom found me crying in the bathroom at 3am.

I played a lot of minecraft. Listened to a lot of podcasts. Didnt talk to friends. But I knew I was lucky. I was safe at home with mom. And felt guilty and sick and miserable the whole time.

For me. Quarantine wasnt 1 year. Or 2 years. Or even 3 years. I had already been inside for so long. It was just... worse. I figure with my depression... its been a long time.

Im in Missouri now. And better than I was even a year ago. But Im still so bad off. Ive been to the psych ward. I'll probably go again soon.

Its... so so frustrating to see the BBC article saying mental health wasnt affected.

I almost died. So many times. To suicide. I know thats tough to talk about to hear. But its true. And I know my story isnt that tragic or hard. I had it easy. Im lucky. But also. Im so broken. And covid made my life so much worse. And I hate everyone that is trying to act like it wasnt that bad. Fuck those people

Anyways, made myself cry. So ill end this here. Sorry for rambling. Its upsetting to think about and get it all coherent. I just wanted to add my story too.

(Also during this time two of my cats died. And a cop shot and killed a guy right behind my moms car in the grocery store parking lot. And we were detained for six hours because they wanted to wear down all the witnesses so we would say the killing was justified. None of us would say it was.)

[thedappleddragon]

happy birthday to my favorite rat girl <3

Toni is my teenage Were-Rat sorcerer from a semi-modern dnd campaign, and I love her a lot. I have a lot to say about her but no Idea where to start! 

She’s kind but a bit of a punk, big >:) energy. Loud and high energy, with humor that can often come off as rude, but she means well. Very ambitious; she works at her “uncle’s” pizza shop, Papa Pastrolli’s, in New Ork, raising money to try and make ends meet and hopefully go to college someday. 

He’s not a blood related uncle, he's more of an adopted guardian that took Toni under his wing after she left home. While her parents did love her, they were awfully distant, which lead Toni to spend more and more time out on the house and one the streets, spending less and less time at home until she eventually never came back. She made the sewers her new home and the rats her new family. The people of New Ork dont take kindly to were-rats, which only made Toni louder and cockier, sometimes flashing a half-transformed rat face at catcallers and other dickheads on the street. 

Toni was not born a were rat, however. She was a nerdy preppy kid that hung out at anime club in middle school. One of her peers said they knew a guy who could turn them into vampires, which sounded like the coolest shit ever to Toni, so something something oh whoops she got rat, not bat. (EXACTLY how she got turned im still not sure.) Having to hide this mistake from her parents was a factor of her eventually leaving. 

In early high school, when she was part of the punk clique, she and some of her edgier friends went to get piercings (probably from one of their older brothers who recently bought a tattoo gun lmao). Toni chose a helix in her right ear. Unknown to her, the jewelry was silver-plated, and silver is famously one of the most painful and deadly substances for lycanthropes. It instantly started burning her, and out of sheer panic and pain, she ripped the jewelry out, leaving a sizable chunk missing that never grew back. She hid the scar under her hair until it healed enough to look cool instead of gross and painful, and now she thinks it looks cool but probably wouldn’t tell you the story unless you asked. 

She joined an adventuring party as a chance to practice her sorcery, as she’s fallen out of practice aside from basic self defense. (TBH I dont remember why I made her a sorcerer, she has way more potential as a physical fighter with pact tactics and race traits but whatever. she knows shocking grasp as a cantrip and I like to pretend its a little keychain taser lmao) 

I rolled really damn good on her stats (and the way I did it actually may make these illegal but whatever who cares) so currently she’s level 2 with 14 strength, 15 dex, 20 con, 13 intelligence, 12 wisdom, and 20 charisma. I can't fuckin WAIT to play again so we can get into combat and she can release rats from her backpack to utilize pact tactics and kick SO MUCH ASS

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE send an ask with questions or comments or even birthday wishes. this is the first time I've been able to celebrate the anniversary of a character’s creation and I love her a lot

more artwork under the cut!! 

(blood warning tho)

older “bad timeline” Toni with a mullet ^ and with blood v

an post-adventure Toni design by @painofredemption1​, who DMs the campaign Toni’s from and technically designed her design’s first iteration! So thank you a bunch friend :) I APPRECIATE YOU A LOT

concept of Toni using the silver chain on her hip as a weapon against fae or other lycanthropes at the cost of burning her hands

aaaaaaaaaand a big fat compilation of slecthes from my sketchbook when I was still figuring out how the FUCK to draw her lol

[dmintraining]

im about to just gush about my halfling family with no coherency so youve been warned

ok so my whole dnd experience began with one lightfoot halfling level one bard called eoifira maplefoot. i knew i wanted her to be Not A Good Person, but also didn't feel comfortable playing a bitch when i didn't know anything about the other players in the party, so i did what any normal person would do: i encorperated pretending to be nice to get what she wants into her back story.

eoifira's backstory time! (where we get introduced to the character i will play this summer, llwella, and a character i am desperate to play at some stage, erling) middle child of turpin and grace maplefoot (grace's maiden name was proudfoot), eoifira was taught to entertain by her grandmother on her mother's side. her mother's family ran the only inn and bar on a small island, but when her father married her mother, his parents moved in too. so, under one house, we have the proudfoot grandparents : otto and mary, and the maplefoot grandparents : hildegard and basso. turpin and grace had three children together, their eldest daughter, llwella, is two years older than eoifira, and their youngest is their son, erling.

like i said, mary taught eoifira how to entertain, through story telling, playing the lute, and playing the spoons. the two performed regularly in the bar. llwella was never a people person, but people liked her well enough and she was a wizard behind the bar from a young age. erling played a bigger role in the running of the inn than the bar, as he was far more gentle than his eldest sister and much less self-centered than eoifira.

running the only inn and bar meant that these three kids met a wide variety of folks, and for eoifira, that turned out to be a huge problem. a 16 year old eoifira met a 29 year old halfling wanderer with a chip on her shoulder, and became fast friends with her. by the time she was 18, eoifira had been indoctrinated into this other halfling's way of life : she would regularly travel to the mainland to aid in the slaughter the nobles who were partially responsible for the poverty of her island. the duo did not limit their targets based on age, if they were of noble descent, they were fair game. initially, eoifira was merely the distraction, flirting with guards and playing the damsel in distress while her girlfriend actually did the killing, but over time eoifira's hands became just as bloody.

no one could prove it was them, but popular opinion was that the girlfriend was the perpetrator, and when a 19 year old eoifira announced to her mother that she wanted to propose, grace maplefoot panicked and locked her daughter in her room. eventually, eoifira's would-be-fiancé stopped showing up at the island, and grace felt safe enough letting eoifira go about her chores on the island. one day, eoifira asks her mother for help out in the fields, where she'd offered to harvest the crops for an elderly neighbour. naturally, her mother agreed, thinking she'd be able to reconnect with her daughter, and explain why she did what she did, and to apologise.

she never got the chance. eoifira slit her throat in the field, disguised herself as a cabin boy using the uniform of a boy she'd murdered that morning, and escaped on a ship to the mainland before anyone even really noticed grace wasn't working the desk of the inn as usual.

on the mainland, eoifira searched for her lover. she found a grave. her lover had been trialed, convicted, and executed for the murders. she had never mentioned an accomplice.

unable to return to her homeland, and with the person she'd carefully curated her personality for dead, eoifira was at a loss.

unTIL she runs into a travelling group in the woods of rouges and college of whispers bards who live as they please, taking what they want. eoifira made a slight adaptation to her personality, so that instead of killing for a Cause, she would kill with Purpose: to get food/gold/possessions the group needed or wanted. unfortunately, eoifira fell in love with one of the bards, and thought it would be safe to come clean to him about her past in its entirety.

he was repulsed. she made a dramatic change to her personality, now advocating for sparing peoples lives; she was now a pacifist. eventually, the man she was in love with came around to her, and they got engaged, and lobbied for the party to become more merciful. the party got sick of their bullshit, and sprung an attack on the couple, killing her fiancé stone dead right in front of her. standing at a whopping three feet with an armor class of 13 and very little training as a bard, eoifira knew she didn't stand a chance, so she fell to her knees and started begging, claiming her lover her threatened to kill her if she hadn't done what she did. they believed her, the idiots.

that night, she went around to their individual tents and slit their throats as they slept.

once again alone in the world, and now in her 40's, eoifira began her life on the run, never really staying in one town for too long, preforming in taverns in return for lodgings and food. there's more on her, but im going to take us back to the island, the day of the murder.

llwella actually discovers the body. she and her sister were close (or so she thought), so initially llwella thought that whatever had slaughtered her mother had gotten to eoifira too, and went into mourning with the rest of the family. then, the murder of the cabin boy came to light. with very little digging, llwella followed the blood trail eoifira had left behind before and during her time with the party, and by the end of her investigation, became certain her sister had murdered her mother. she never felt as peaceful as the rest of her family- she had a horrible temper and a tendency to drag out grudges for longer than was healthy, but this discovery ignighted a rage in her that did not subside when she lashed out like she normally would. she knew she needed to be more proactive about this anger, and eventually joined a monkhood : the way of mercy. they were helping her work on her anger by channeling her energy into her job, which initially was to kill the patients who were beyond saving (think nurse ratched type), but as she progressed, she became responsible for reinforcing quarantines by any means necessary. eventually, she hit a block. she'd managed to work through most of the sources of her anger and use the energy productively, but try as they might, her fury towards her sister was too strong- it came to a point where it was affecting her work with the monks. they told her she needed to find and forgive eoifira if she ever wanted to progress.

llwella left to find her sister alright, but with no intention of forgiving her. she was going to end her sister if it was the last thing she did.

she spent years trying to find her, staying in inns she knew eoifira had preformed in and following her faint yet distinct trail left from her performances and charisma.

unbeknownst to llwella, she actually caught up to eoifira.

one evening, eoifira was sitting in a dark corner of an inn she'd just finished preforming in, having a nightcap before turning in for the night, when her sister appears. she sees llwella check in for the night at the desk, before immediately heading up to bed. eoifira moves to the desk, and starts flirting non-stop with the receptionist, flustering them so much that she manages to see the bookings list without getting noticed. she knows what room her sister is in.

in the wee hours of the morning, eoifira sneaks into her sister's room and slits her throat, running away before making sure she'd bled out.

luckily for llwella, there was a cleric in the vicinity, who'd been up late with night terrors, and heard her helpless gargling as he made his way back to bed. he was young, and only half-trained, and while llwella survived, her wound tends to seep blood and pus when she exherts herself to expend a ki point, and her voice is low, gravely, and prone to breaking. she has not yet come that close to her sister again.

back to their hometown : after their mother passed and the family went into grieving, erling, while mourning just as much as the others, subtly kept both of the family businesses running. there was a brief period of time where his father and his grandparents began to take up the reins again, but the workload fell on him once again once it was discovered eoifira was not in fact, dead, but on the run after having killed many people, mary included. when llwella joined the way of mercy, erling became enamoured with the idea of healing people. he loved his sisters, despite now having severe mixed feelings about eoifira, but he wanted to heal, he wanted to help people plain and simple. he didn't want to kill for fun like eoifira, but he didn't want to kill for mercy like llwella, he wanted to heal. but he was stuck behind a till and a bar for several years, until the proudfoots, now well into the ends of their lives, decided to sell the bar. his father took full responsibility for the inn, and with all four grandparents helping out here and there, erling felt comfortable enough to go out and chase his dream. unable to afford medical school, he reluctantly reached out to the monks his eldest sister had joined. he was upfront about his hang-ups about their practices, but opened up about his quiet and private worship of one of the deities they worship, mishakal. they directed him to a local collection of life clerics who worshipped the same goddess, and he became very happy there with them, at ease.

im yet to decide what whips him out of his peaceful life with these clerics and into a life of adventuring, but im pretty sure it will have something to do with either llwella or eoifira dragging him out either directly or indirectly (i have a feeling llwella might go missing, and it might be up to her brother to find her (because while eoifira doesn't hate her sister, she has pretty much washed her hands of her family))

[bmcrbb]

artist claims

sorry for the delay, there’s some personal drama taking up my time to blame here & also a small bit of classic procrastination. but here we are, with ARTIST CLAIMS.

here’s how this works!

i’m gonna put a list of fics below the read more line, and they’re all numbered, but do not have author names on them. your job is to pick your favorite 3 fics, and then enter their numbers into this form. that’s it! a fic may end up with multiple artists, and we may do a round 2 for any unclaimed fics.

here we go!

1. Marked On My Grave

Summary:

Really, Christine hadn’t expected much to come out of her life after dropping out of Bard Highschool. Her job opportunities were low, and Bard College was out of the window entirely. Shady deals made by angry princesses didn’t exactly help, nor did the pillaging pirates and necromancers-for-hire. And the necromancer’s mechanical henchmen were just the cherry on top of the very, very dangerous cake! But Christine really couldn’t say no to an adventure, could she?

Ships: Hints of Christine Canigula/Jenna Rolan, background Jake Dillinger/Michael Mell, background Brooke Lohst/Chloe Valentine

Tags & Warnings: Fantasy Au (Inspired by DND), Minor Non-Graphic Violence, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Unconsciousness, Brief Mention of a Concussion, Mild Cursing

2. Reconnect

Summary:

Jeremy is a single dad trying his best. Michael is also a single dad trying his best. After a falling out in high school, they haven't seen each other for years. When their sons become friends, they're forced to talk through their problems and figure out how to get along. Michael never really thought of Jeremy as anything more than a friend, but now...

Ships: Michael/Jeremy, Christine/Brooke

Tags & Warnings: Refrenced Abuse (from squip and from a parent), Slow Burn, Child Original Characters, jeremy heere fights the PTA

3.  off key, but in tune (we reach a crescendo)

Summary:

Marching band! (No squips!) Rich has been in band since freshman year, he's been aware of Jeremy since they joined at the same time even if they played different instruments. They weren't friends but they weren't not friends. Eventually Jeremy brings another kid with him - they're sophomores now. Rich isn't necessarily good but he's the only other person who plays baritone. Michael picks it because no one else plays it. No one except Rich.

They spend their time at the back of the marching field, helping each other get their uniforms straightened out, crammed in the back of the band bus with Jeremy, falling asleep on the way home from a competition. Nothing becomes something becomes everything. Michael helps Rich read music, Rich helps Michael's form. Sophomore year turns to Junior year turns to Senior year. Long nights at competitions, winning awards, holiday concerts, state band competitions. At some point they realize that this might be what love is.

Ships: Michael/Rich

Tags & Warnings: Rich's dad sucks, implied self harm (nothing graphic), I'm not totally sure of all the details yet but they're sad and learn to navigate. Maybe past suicide attempts referenced. maybe underage drinking/smoking weed

Notes: the kids are all lgbtq and neurodivergent im not exactly sure on everything yet, rich has adhd michael is autistic and has adhd. slowburn all that good stuff, michael and rich play baritone, rich moves up to sousaphone and michael is a drum major senior year. jeremy plays flute. the others will be in it not totally sure whos where yet. jenna is yearbook tho.

4. Dead Poets

Summary:

Brooke loves poetry and dreams of becoming a poet herself, but when Chloe starts belittling her for it, she decides to leave it in the past. Flash-forward to junior year, and Brooke feels like her only purpose in life is to follow Chloe around while being constantly reminded that she's inferior to her. She could leave, but fearing what others would think and knowing that she's been in love with Chloe since kindergarten prevents her from doing so.

The only place that provides her solace is her favorite place behind the school, and one day, she stumbles upon someone there—Richard Goranski, a guy who loves poetry and literature as much as she does, and is also struggling with an unrequited love. Hanging out with him revives her will to create poetry, and together they learn how to cope with their problems. Unfortunately, things also get a whole lot more complicated, and Brooke realizes that perhaps that's how beautiful tragedies were written—they were experienced first.

Ships: Chloe/Brooke, Platonic Brooke/Rich, Rich/Jeremy, Christine/Brooke, background Jake/Chloe

Tags & Warnings: There are suicidal thoughts (Brooke seriously entertains the thought of killing herself at one point, but doesn't push through with it or even do self-harm at all. Meanwhile, Brooke discovers Rich's scars from doing self-harm, and learns that he's tried to kill himself before) and mentions of depressing things (like tragedies, so there will be mentions of blood and violence and stuff like that, but it's pretty brief), homophobia, Alternate Universe, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Esteem Issues, Friendship, Inspired by Poetry, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, stuff like that. Oh, and there's a bunch of fluff at some point, and the S.Q.U.I.P. doesn't exist.

5. take my hand, take my whole life too

Summary:

Expensive Headphones fake dating AU.

Ships: Rich/Michael

Tags & Warnings: No Current Warnings, Fake dating, Wedding, Fluff

6. friended

Summary:

Focused mostly on platonic relationships and the aftermath of everything, i know one plot point that i wanna include is michael’s moms taking in jake after the house fire and rich + jer bonding

Ships: Jeremy/Christine/Jake, potential Rich/Michael

Tags & Warnings: Mentions of the squip abuse, Homophobia, Alcoholism, Platonic michael/jake, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

7. love shack (that’s where it’s at)

Summary:

Brooke decides to capitalize on the annual Valentine’s Day Dance (the second most attended dance at Middleborough High, second only to the Freshman Fling. The prom DOES NOT COUNT, Jake.), and she sets up a little matchmaking stand outside school.

Two things she wasn’t expecting happen:

1) Matchmaking is a surprisingly profitable business

2) She doesn’t want a match of her own

Ships: brooke’s aro and that’s the whole point of this fic but, background Jeremy/Christine, Jenna/Thalia, & some very very background stuff

Tags & Warnings: Brief Homophobia, aro!brooke, figuring out your sexual identity, School Dance

8.  Being Scared Keeps Us Alive

Summary:

Superhero AU where Jeremy is Spider-Man and Michael is like the blogger but anyway best friends turned boyf riends eventually with some twisty villainy occurring in the background

Ships: Jeremy/Michael

Tags & Warnings: Blood & Violence, Superhero AU

9. For The Better

Summary:

Chloe puts in the effort to change for the better, and her and Brooke find that maybe theres a little more than friendship between the two of them.

Ships: Brooke/Chloe, Jeremy/Christine

Tags & Warnings: None Currently

10. Let’s Get Inside Their Brains

Summary:

Jeremy Heere is a surgical resident. He’s the son of the now-deceased well-known surgeon Anne Heere. This is something he tries to hide from his peers. He falls for pediatric neurosurgeon prodigy Christine Canigula when he starts working with her. Christine is hesitant to start things with him because of him being a resident but she falls for him anyway. Jeremy also deals with trying to handle the legacy of being a Heere and the expectations that were set for him before he was even born.

Christine’s character is not just falling for a resident and that is not the only plot. She also struggles with the complicated task of discovering how to deal with a startling new epidemic of implants in people’s brains that change their behaviors. She can’t figure out how to fix the problem even with her prodigy level skills. Her attempts at removing the implant create strange behaviors in her patients that she doesn’t know how to explain. Sometimes the surgeries fail completely and people die on the table.

Jeremy has a knack for neurosurgery and is picked by Christine to work with her. Together they try to understand what exactly is going on and how to fix it without killing the patients or causing strange behavior that can’t see to be fixed.

Ships: Jeremy/Christine

Tags & Warnings: Medical procedures, mentions of past abuse, Dark, Alternate Universe

now, again, ARTISTS, please select your top 3 fics and fill out this form. first come, first serve! please have it filled out by JULY 23RD, or i will chase you around with a wooden spoon in your dms

[illfoandillfie]

oo who was the 1 person u kissed

lmao im sure ive told this story before but

his name is ollie. we were friends back in primary school but lost contact when we went to highschool and then in our second last year of school we ran into each other by accident at the train station. we exchanged emails and friended each other on facebook and added each other on msn messenger and started talking again and catching up. 

we organised to meet up on my last day of term and hang out at his place. he was a massive flirt though and was also the first guy to like pay attention to me and when we were chatting and he heard i’d never been kissed he asked if i’d mind if he kissed me and i said i wouldnt mind at all and he said he kinda wished hed kept it a surprise and just gone for it. 

then after i got out of school he met me at the train station near his fam’s house, we went to the park and had a little picnic which technically was his sister and her friends but they were filming something so we nicked some of the food, then we walked to his place. his mum and brothers were there so we played some guitar hero for a bit and then went for a swim. while we were in the pool his mum called out that she was taking his brothers to somewhere which meant we had the place to ourselves. we got out of he pool and were standing around on their back porch talking and then he kissed me. it was okay. more tongue than i was expecting but not bad. we kissed twice and then i panicked and told him i had to leave and he walked me home (which at the time i lived like a few streets away) but i said goodbye a few houses before mine because i didnt want my family to ask me about it lmao

a few days later i asked if he wanted to go out or whatever but he told me that he couldnt because we were coming up to senior year and he couldn’t date anyone because he wanted to focus on getting top grades which made sense. but then a few weeks after that he asked out a girl who was a year younger and a lot prettier than me. he should’ve stuck to his original plan though because he did not get the grades he wanted to graduate with lmao. but we hooked up a couple of times over the next couple of years, mostly because he was between girlfriends and bored and i was lonely and all my friends seemed to have partners. the last time was at the end of 2012 (which i remember because we made a lot of end of the world jokes lmao). i never really felt anything for him. i would have dated him when we were seventeen but i don’t really think we would have worked well as a couple (we’re both subs for one thing lmao). he asked me out a little after we graduated but i turned him down because i’d never been into him, i’d just been into the idea of someone being attracted to me. 

we’re still friends though. I went to his wedding last year. tried to get him to set me up with one of the guys we played dnd with but said guy already had a girlfriend lmao. haven’t seen him in a few months but we do chat on facebook messenger a bit 🤷‍♀️

[negasonicimagines]

Someone to You

request: “could i request an imagine or one shot where ntw and yukio are dating and negasonic is kind of rude to reader and its because they liked each other and never really acted on it so now reader confronts ellie about it (and says something like they're happy about ellie's and yukio's relationship BC ITS SO CUTE!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH oh my god im okay now ) i know its a lot but it would make me really happy and i would really love to read it thank you! :) <3”

notes: this is soooo cute! this is a yukisonic x reader imagine, hopefully the requester doesn’t mind (they didn’t specify poly but I’m Like That so…) don’t forget that the names in text messaging are always what you have the person saved as/what they have you saved as, meaning that if it says “Ellie the Mystical Unicorn: beanie babies are super gr8” that the reader has Ellie saved as  “Ellie the Mystical Unicorn” in their phone. You’ll notice in this story that it changes! Also…. Can you tell I wanna go on a date to a fair? Also, Y/S/N stands for Your Ship Name (with Ellie)!

Someone to You - BANNERS

warnings: none!

Water. Ellie was soaked in water. Thankfully, it was just a shower pipe that burst after just one more of her rude comments pushed you over the edge. You wish it’d been one going from the toilets to the sewers, but Ellie was lucky that day.

“Mx. L/N, Miss Phimister, see me after class,” Professor Xavier says, before going back to teaching. Once he’s wrapped up the lesson and everyone’s been dismissed, the two of you approach his desk. “What happened?”

“Ellie made one too many asshole remarks to me and I snapped,” you honestly explain.

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t be such an asshole if-”

“Girls, language.” He looks between the two of you. “It looks like the two of you need to talk this out. If you can’t, then it’s detention for you both.”

“I’ll take the detention,” Ellie declares.

“Good thing it isn’t just up to you, then, huh? C’mon, Phimister, what’s your deal? We used to be such good friends, and then one day you just decided you hated me.”

“I decided I hated you? Try the other way around, you fucking liar.”

“I’m not lying!”

“Well, I’m not either!”

“Take it down a notch,” Charles says, apparently having appointed himself the moderator of this discussion. “One at a time, explain your side of the story. Who wants to go first?”

“Me,” Ellie says, and you let her. “Last year. We were roommates, and we became friends. We were always partners in all the classes we had together. Sparring in P.E, our project for the science fair, that play we had to write for English… And then, one day in P.E, you picked Bobby. After that, you started listening to your music louder, sitting with Kitty and Bobby at lunch, and… You ditched me.”

“Ellie, I- I don’t know what to say. It wasn’t like that at all. I- I had a crush on you. Still kind of do, though it’s shrunk significantly since I heard you got with Yukio. I’m happy for you guys. But, um… Yeah. Last year we were roommates, and we were attached at the hip, and you- You started avoiding me, too. Always texting your Instagram mutuals when we were talking, barely paying attention to what I was saying, if at all. Subtweeting me.

“You joined the photography, poetry, and DND clubs, and while I was happy you were branching out, you never asked me if I wanted to join them with you, or anything like that, so I assumed you didn’t. I’m stupid and insecure like that, I guess. And then you just started being so mean to me. It hurt, a lot. So, I withdrew completely.”

“Oh,” Ellie says. “I- I had a crush on you, too. Part of the reason I’ve been such an asshole, I guess. I was messaging those mutuals because I needed advice. The subtweeting wasn’t okay, and I should’ve known better than to assume you’d just follow my lead, especially if my lead means being more social. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, too, El.”

She pulls you into her arms tightly.

“Beautifully done, girls. Some of my colleagues could learn from you.”

The both of you had nearly forgotten he was there, so wrapped up in each other.

“Hey, you should come with me and Yukio to the fair tonight. It’s supposed to be a date, but I don’t think she’ll mind,” Ellie offers.

“You should ask her, first. I wouldn’t want to be a bother.”

She goes to argue, but knows you, and that there’s no changing your mind.

“Alright,” she says, going on her merry way. 

She enters the dorm she shares with Yukio, the class she just had having been her last. “Hey, babe, would it be okay if Y/N tagged along on our date?”

“I thought you’d never ask. I’ve been meaning to say that I think they’d make a good third, if you ever wanted one,” Yukio replies, chipper as always but ultimately nonchalant as she flips through Xanathar’s Guide to Everything.

“I- I didn’t mean it like that, and I didn’t say it to them like that, but, uh, really?” Ellie asks, a bit flustered.

“Yeah, why not? They’re super nice and funny!”

“O- Okay. I guess I’ll text them, then.” Ellie changes into dry clothes.

“You do that,” Yukio replies. “Tell me what they say, okay?”

“Alright,” Ellie says, texting you.

Ellie💔: Hey! Yukio said yes to you joining us

Y/N💔: Coolio! :-)

Ellie🖤: Uh yeah and she said if you wanna join us in like… A date-y way that would be nice

Y/N💞: Do you want me to?

Ellie🖤: Maybe a little (yes djsldkls)

Y/N💞: Then maybe I’ll consider (I’d love to eakljaskd)

“They said yes,” Ellie says, astounded, and Yukio perks up.

“That’s great!”  Yukio cheers, getting off the bed and embracing Ellie, the two sharing a kiss.

A couple hours later, Ellie and Yukio meet you at the door of the school.

“You look great,” Yukio compliments you before Ellie can say the same thing, but sound significantly dumber.

“Oh, thanks,” you respond with a blush. “You, too. Both of you!”  

Yukio takes the hands of both of you, pulling you out of the house so you can walk to the bus that’ll take you three into town.

“So, I’m thinking we pick our favorite rides, so we can make sure we get on them, and then afterwards we can play whatever games they have.”

“Sounds good to me,” Ellie says, and you nod.

“So, Y/N, you first. You’re the guest of honor,” Yukio decrees.

“Oh, jeez… I like the Tilt-A-Whirl a lot.”

“Good pick! I definitely wanna go on the ferris wheel. What about you, Ellie?”

“Hmm… I heard Rogue say the Himalaya is fun.”

“Alright. Any more ideas, anyone?”

“Maybe the Gravitron?” you offer.

“Yeah!” Yukio encourages, and Ellie nods. The three of you make it to the bus stop, sitting in the back row so that you can all sit next to each other, all holding hands. The bus stops in town, and the three of you get off, walking to the fair. You each buy your own wristband.

“This is gonna be so much fun, I’ve never done anything like it before!” Yukio excitedly says, swaying yours and Ellie’s hands, held in her own.

“I admire your attitude, Yukio. Not having done anything like this before is exactly what’s making me nervous,” you admit, while commending her for her free spirit.

“I’m pretty nervous, too,” Ellie adds.

“But there’s no need to be! I like Ellie, Ellie likes Y/N, I like Y/N, and Y/N likes us. Right?”

“Right,” you and Ellie agree, nodding. It does help to ease the tension a bit.

“Come on, you two. A smile wouldn’t kill you, would it? Which ride first?” Yukio wonders.

“I think we should save the ferris wheel for when the sun is setting,” you suggest.

“That’s a beautiful idea,” Yukio agrees. “The line for the Gravitron looks shortest, so maybe that one?”

“We don’t have to do my suggestion first,” you tell them.

“But it’s the easiest,” Ellie reminds you. “Might as well.”

“Alright,” you agree, and the three of you get in line.

It’s an enjoyable ride, you liked the ones that you understood the science behind. The three of you get off the ride, and you stumble a bit. The two rush to catch you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this supported in my life,” you joke.

“Well, get used to it, cutie,” Yukio says, giving you a quick kiss to the cheek. You blush, and all of you proceed to the Himalaya, squeezing into a cart. The cart races around the track, swaying the three of you back and forth in the cart, pinning either Ellie or Yukio (you’re in the middle) to the side.

After that, it’s the Tilt-A-Whirl. The three of you share one of the giant, chair-like carts, spinning upredicatably. You giggle wildly, enjoying the way your stomach drops with every turn.

The ride eventually ends.

“I wanna go again!” Yukio cheers, and you nod. The three of you get back in line, waiting for your turn. You enjoy the ride once more.

“One more time,” Yukio says. “Y/N is so cute when they’re happy!”

You feel your face heat up and find yourself smiling bashfully.

“See?” Yukio gestures towards you, and you hide your embarrassment in your hands. “Oh, no, I think I broke them.”

“We should probably slow down a bit,” Ellie replies, and you shake your head.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m just not used to lots of affection,” you admit, finally gaining the courage to remove your hands from your face.

“Aw,” Yukio pouts. “Well, you deserve it.”

You scoff, shaking your head again.

“Oh, hey, it’s getting close to sunset. We should get in line so that we’ll be on it then,” you remind your dates.

“Right,” Ellie agrees, taking your hand quickly and pulling you along. You grab Yukio’s, and the three of you make it to the slowly-moving line.

“We haven’t taken, like, any pictures!” Yukio realizes.

“Well, now that we’re in line we can take a few,” Ellie shrugs. She pulls you forward so that you’re in between the two of them as opposed to behind them. “Yeah, thought you were gonna be sneaky and not get in any pictures, did you? Well, that’s not gonna fly this time. I had, like, no pictures to cry over when we had our little friendship break-up, so… Let’s get snapping.”

You scrunch your face up at her playfully, and Yukio gets a picture.

“No, ‘Kio, don’t listen to Ellie, she’s evil,” you implore.

“Oh, yeah. So evil that you went on a date with me,” Ellie retorts, sliding an arm around your waist. Yukio puts an arm around your waist as well, and you decide to put your arms around their shoulders. Yukio takes one picture, sliding to a couple other Snapchat filters before switching to Instagram and getting a couple pictures with some of those filters, putting them on their respective Stories, as well as saving them to her camera roll. “My turn,” says Ellie, and she uses her phone to take pictures, following in the same fashion.

“Alright, now you, Y/N.”

“I think we have enough pictures in this spot,” you laugh. “I’ll get some on the ferris wheel.”

“Smart thinking,” Ellie says, and the three of you step forward. The sun is beginning to set, and you three are next up. You board the ride, enjoying the way the wheel steadily takes you to the top. You admire the world below you, trying not to be scared of descending towards it at a rapid pace from here.

Ellie and Yukio squeeze your hands, you must not have been hiding your nervousness very well.

“Eee! Golden hour pics!” Yukio squeals enthusiastically. Her cheer improves your mood significantly, it usually does. All of you take turns, taking selfies together, as well as pictures of the world below. You all enjoy the closeness before the ride ultimately ends.

“Game time,” Ellie announces, and you three explore the game aspect of the fair.

“I’m gonna rescue a goldfish,” you decide upon seeing them all crowded together in a tank, after playing a few different games.

“Do you have the means to keep it?” Ellie wonders.

“No, Ellie, I thought I’d just win the goldfish and keep it in a bag forever,” you snark. You were more comfortable around her than most, and you’d nearly forgotten this was a high-stakes date and not a fun hangout. She and Yukio both snicker at your comment. “You brought a bottle of water, right, Yukio?”

“Oh, yeah, why?”

“Could I have a sip?” you request.

“Sure,” she brightly replies, passing you the bottle. You take a sip, and spit it out.

“What the fuck was that for?” Ellie cries out.

“Watch and learn, doofus,” you respond, and the water hasn’t touched the ground. You float it up and under your jacket, keeping it between you and the article of clothing.

“8 balls for a dollar, 20 for $2!” the man calls out. You hand him a dollar, and he gives you a small basket. Ellie and Yukio are confused when you take off the jacket and the water is gone.

It’s in your hand, they realize as you wet the ball without the man noticing. You toss it, and by controlling the water, you manuver the ball into one of the bowls.

“Alrighty then. Pick one, little lady,” he tells you, and you do. He fishes it out and puts it into a bag of water. He sighs. “Goldfish like having friends, y’know,” the man says to you. “Normally upon winning, your turn is over and you have to buy more balls… But, I have a surplus of goldfish. If you wanna win a couple more for your friends, go ahead.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not? Just don’t tell my boss.”

You win two more fish with the same method, letting Ellie and Yukio pick out theirs.

“We should probably get going,” Ellie says. “I read online that if goldfish shake too much, it can break down their immune system.”

“Absolutely right. Thanks for liberating a few of these little fish,” the man tells you. “See you next year.”

The three of you leave the fair, taking a cab home. Manipulating the water, all of your goldfish hover just above each of your hands in their bags, not shaking with the subtle tremors of the car.

“So this is why you wanted to help me with a job,” Wade, perched outside the entrance, discovers. “Here’s your cut, kid.” He hands you a thick wad of money.

“You did what?!” Ellie is deeply concerned.

“Don’t worry! They just helped rescue a kidnap victim,” he quickly explains.

“You’re all about rescuing, aren’t you?” Yukio praises, and you can feel your cheeks heat up. She kisses you on the cheek, impressed with your heroism.

“Yeah, I was planning to rescue a fish or two either way,” you admit. “But it was fun impressing you guys with my super cool water powers at the same time.”

“Ooh, were you all on a date? Thank god, I no longer have to worry about the Yukisonic and Y/S/N shipping war.”

“And who exactly is on either side?” Ellie interrogates, an indignant expression on her face.

“Well, I personally liked both very much, but Yellow was a big fan of Yukisonic and White likes Y/S/N. And they do not shut up, even when I’m asleep.”

You feel for him, but Ellie’s mostly annoyed.

“Anyways, I’m a bit chilly. I’m gonna head inside. Nice bumping into you three.” Wade heads in, and you find yourself facing the two girls, goldfish still floating.

“Well, you know what they do at the end of first dates…” Yukio shyly says, and you furrow your brows. You hadn’t really been on many dates.

“But who should get to?” Ellie wonders. Context would be nice, but you stand and wait for them to come to a conclusion.

“Both, at once?” Yukio replies. This is quickly becoming a worrying conversation.

“Why not?” Ellie shrugs.

You find yourself on the recieving end of a kiss on each cheek, flames bursting from each pair of lips on your skin. Once they pull away, you put your cool hands on your cheeks, happily bewildered.

“Let’s go on in,” Yukio reminds ou and Ellie. “We need to rest up for our pet store date tomorrow.”

[transfemininomenon]

hey i dont know if anyone would be interested in this but this is the back story i wrote for one of my dnd characters a WHILE ago that im finally allowed to leak and its something im very proud of and she’s a character who means a Lot to me 

so here’s the story of gwyndolin, half-elf warlock of the raven queen

(warning for things like suicide as well as Fantasy Racism & parental neglect) 

you can also if you want a complete experience listen to the playlist i made for her, which for once i took the time to really think about the songs and make them chronologically follow along her story  https://open.spotify.com/user/1226762026/playlist/4p9jT3uiew58QetdfQCmEn?si=ElqSvpmATFCUfCE-dtZXqQ

OKAY here we go: 

Sundamar Trismyar was born on a chilly Autumn evening in Nyva Serine to uncertain parents and an even more uncertain future. While neither parent would admit it, they both had dark wishes that maybe the child wouldn’t make it. That such a child wouldn’t have to live with their mistake and live in a world that would no doubt try its hardest to kill them. Unfortunately for both, and unfortunately for the child themselves, the child survived.

From a young age it was clear that Sundamar was… different. While he couldn’t ever fully explain why, he never really felt comfortable in his body, always dwelling in it like an uninvited guest. He always assumed it had something to do with his half-elven heritage; the blood coursing through him not understanding this world any better than he did. That didn’t quite explain it all, though. There were times when he was younger before the world really began to hate him, before people fully understood what he was, and yet even then he had that off feeling.

Aside from that off feeling, Sundamar had a normal enough childhood. Or at least, as normal as a half-elf could expect in a predominately elven city. He wasn’t allowed to get out of the house much, choosing instead to devote much of his time to reading, something his father taught him at a very young age. Much of his time was spent living vicariously through the tales and legends he read about, with him having a particular fascination with stories of the gods. A quiet child, he spent much of his time in his room. He never really felt his parents were neglectful, but he very often couldn’t shake the feeling that they were maybe a little resentful of him. Even before the world began to truly show how little it cared for him, he began to learn his existence was wrong from his parents.

It wasn’t until he began to attend a private school in the city at the age of 7 that he began to truly see how unwanted he was. His parents had warned him that perhaps schooling wasn’t the best idea, that he could learn just as much at home, but he had big dreams of becoming a diplomat like his parents and knew from studying that all the best diplomats had gotten proper schooling. The beginning of school was marked with him doing his best not to stand out, trying to blend in as a pure elf with the hope that staying out of the limelight would keep suspicion off him. This worked for a while, until he befriended a girl named Valtris.

He hadn’t exactly planned on making friends, but once while doing a group assignment he was partnered up with Valtris, and he found her strangely easy to talk to, especially compared to the other children in their class. After that day they would often work together whenever they could, and would play together during their break time. This went on for a few months, all up until the day that her dad came to pick Valtris up - a man named Zanlannah.

Zanlannah was the main man that Sundamar’s father worked under, and he was well known throughout the city for being for pro-high elf, and only high elf. Humans especially he viewed with great disdain, seeing elves as genetically superior with their longer lives along with natural dexterity and skills when it came to magic. The only thing he hated more than humans were half-elves, who he saw as a mockery of his race, an unnatural diluting of their genes. He had met Sundamar a number of times before during business meetings with his father, and from the beginning was disgusted by him.

Seeing his child playing with, as he put it, a “disgusting half-breed” caused Zanlannah to fly into a rage, shouting at both Sundamar and Valtris in horror. He demanded that a half-elf such as him never be allowed to be near his daughter again, and as Valtris attempted to protest, her father silenced her with a quick smack. Silently crying, Valtris was lead away. He would later be told that Valtris was sent off to a private school in another city, and he never heard from her again.

After this, the floodgates were opened and hatred toward Sundamar began to rush out. His classmates all quickly took to bullying him, taking any chance to assault or humiliate him. Zanlannah’s outrage must’ve reached others throughout the city, for soon other elven nobility were looking at Sundamar with disdain as they passed him on the street, and he often found himself being followed home by masked figures. His family suffered as well, with Xalph’s position as a diplomat constantly coming under fire, his mother being spat at and called a “human whore,” and their house often being vandalized.

Sundamar blamed only himself. It was his fault, he thought, for his existence was the source of all this misfortune. He began to resent his parents too, feeling it was irresponsible and unfair of them to have a child such as him knowing what kind of world he would be born into. While they tried their best to understand, any hope of connecting to Sundamar was now lost, and there was frequent arguing between them.

As Sundamar began to enter puberty, he found himself growing increasingly sadder, and angrier. While he continued his studies, he had no friends, and his school days were full of insults and injury. Even his home life wasn’t much better - most days he’d immediately lock himself up in his room, and any time he ventured out would very often lead to an argument with his parents. He hated who he was, he hated WHAT he was, and he hated this world that was so unfair to him just for being alive.

On top of all of this, around the age of 12 is when his dysphoria really began to set in. He watched as his classmates and himself were beginning to grow, and somehow watching his girl classmates grow filled him with a deep longing that he couldn’t describe. As he began growing taller, his voice beginning to deepen, he found himself wishing he could stay shorter, that his hips and chest would grow like that of the girls in the class. This feeling made him feel even more confused than he already was, growing even more unsure of WHAT he was.

It was right around this age that a fateful day happened, a day he was home sick while his parents were off at work. Growing bored of lying in bed all day, he began to dig through a closet in his family’s home, and came across a collection of old clothing from his mother’s youth. Taking out a dress that looked right about his size, he stared at it for a while and, thinking about his classmates, tried it on. As he looked in the mirror, he was struck by how right it felt to wear, how right he looked wearing it. Trying on different clothes, he spent hours staring at himself, feelings bubbling inside of him that were a mix of great happiness and also deep sadness. Eventually, he tore everything off and went back to bed, spending the rest of the day crying for reasons he couldn’t understand.

Years went on like this as he entered his teenage years, feeling his body grow in all the wrong ways while the world’s view of him continued to grow in hatred. Insults from his peers turned into open attacks, and he would often come home covered in bruises. His parents tried their best to talk to him, to talk about what was happening and how he was feeling, but he constantly shoved them aside.

The one solace he had came around the age of 16, when he met a young girl named Arveene. While walking home from lessons one day, he suddenly felt the weight of his coin purse no longer there. Spouting a young girl running down the street, he sprinted after her, and after several blocks caught up to her. Backing her into a corner, the girl suddenly pulled a dagger on him. At first fearing an attack, Sundamar realized that the girl was crying, and that she was terribly skinny. Realizing she must be living on the streets, he took pity on her and offered to buy her food along with anything else she might need. While at first suspicious, she eventually agreed, and Sundamar set her up with food to last her a few weeks along with new clothing and a sleeping mat.

This lead to a several year long friendship, with Sundamar slipping Arveene what extra food and money he could, even letting her stay at his family’s home whenever his parents were out for extended periods of time. In return, he found himself with his first real friend since the age of 7. Despite their difference in age they could relate in how unwanted they were to the world, with Arveene being an orphan who escaped from an abusive orphanage and eventually ended up in the city. Finally having someone he could trust was something Sundamar had never experienced, and it did wonders for sorting out a lot of what he was confused about. He even managed to talk about his gender confusions with her, and she was nothing but supportive, saying he should live however he wanted to.

As Sundamar entered adulthood, he struggled to find work. He set out to become a diplomat like his parents as he always dreamed, however his name had been smeared by Zanlannah, and even with his father’s connections few people were willing to work with him. Doing odd jobs throughout the city, he began trying to save up enough money to off to a different area, a place where he could maybe escape the cruel treatment he had experienced in Nyva Serine. And, maybe once he’d found a more accepting place, maybe even begin finding ways to live as a woman.

By now she had accepted that she was a girl. Thinking about it she knew she had accepted it years ago, all the way back to the age of 12, if not sooner than that. Such a revelation put her mind at ease, clearing up a lot of her confusion, but it also left a great sadness within her. She knew that despite her best efforts many people would never see her as the woman she was, especially when she was already seen as such a joke. Not knowing how her parents would react, she never brought the subject up with them, only mentioning it to Arveene in the few times they managed to see each other now that Sundamar was so busy.

Sundamar.

She realized the name couldn’t stay, but she didn’t know what to call herself instead. There were a few names she thought to maybe try, and even had Arveene try calling her a few of them, but none of them felt right. This left here starting to doubt herself - maybe she was being silly, maybe she really was a man, this entire thing was just a phase. As good as it felt to think of herself as a woman, she felt awkward, almost ashamed thinking of other people addressing her as such.

Things continued to get worse for her. While she accepted herself as a woman, her dysphoria ran rampant as her days became a constant swirl of “sir” this and “boy” that. Relations with her parents grew worse and worse as keeping a steady job grew harder, with them implying that it was maybe time that she move out. Attacks on her grew more frequent as she went throughout the city trying to find work. Her opinion of herself dropped more and more as each day passed, each one seeming bleaker than the last.

The final catalyst came a few months after her 19th birthday. It was a cold winter night, and she was heading home late from working on someone’s broken wagon. Light snow was falling and she could see her breath forming in front of her. Nearing her family’s neighborhood, she grew unnerved with how quiet it was. That was, until she heard crunching of snow coming from nearby. Turning to her right, she saw Zanlannah and a group of five other nobles coming toward her. From the noise they were making, they had clearly been drinking, and Zanlannah in particular was stumbling about.

Zanlannah suddenly locked eyes with her, and she could see his face turn up in a horrible sneer. “Well, look -hic- what we have here boysh!” he slurred out, advancing toward her. “It'sh the -hic- half-breed!”

She tried to back up, only to bump into a building behind her. Quickly, the elves all had her surrounded. “What'sh a halfie like you doing out thish late, huh?” he began to demand. “Up to no good, are you?”

He was right up in her face by now and she could smell the alcohol on his breath. She tried to stammer out a reply, not even knowing what she was saying, when suddenly Zanlannah swung a bottle of wine at her, breaking it over her head. As she fell to the ground, she heard his horrific laugh, and then heard him say, “Let'sh teach him a lesshon, eh boysh?”

With that, they all began assaulting her, kicking and punching at her as broken glass dug into her side. Trying to escape, she struggled to stand up only to be knocked back down. The group wailed on her for what felt like an eternity, until finally they backed off. With one final kick to her gut, Zanlannah spit on her, declaring, “The only good you’ll ever be ish dead.”

She believed that.

She knew the world would never accept her, neither as a half-elf or as a woman. This world wasn’t right for her, and she thought it was about time she left it.

Eventually stumbling to her feet, she walked the remaining blocks to her family’s home, only to find her parents had changed the locks. Her parents had as of late been threatening to do such a thing if she was out too long, also convinced that maybe she was up to things she shouldn’t be. Collapsing at the door, she began to sob, her tears freezing to her face in the winter air. (holy fuck that last sentence was emo)

Eventually opening her eyes, she looked to the side of her home and saw some rope her father had left out the day before. Staring at it, she hesitated for only a few seconds before crawling over to it. Clutching the rope in her hands, she knew that it was here time to leave this world behind.

Using what little strength she had left, she climbed up a tree they had growing by the side of their house. Tying the rope to one of the branches, she deftly tied a noose on the other end. Tightening it around her neck, she hesitated for just a second before she jumped.

She expected to hear a crack, and then nothing. Instead, she felt herself hanging there, and began to panic thinking she hadn’t tied the noose well enough. “Figures,” she thought to herself grimly, “you can’t even kill yourself right.”

A few minutes passed though, and she still felt herself suspended in air, and that’s when she realized that she didn’t feel anything around her neck.

Slowly opening her eyes, she found herself surrounded by swirling shades of black as far as the eye could see. Suddenly, before her a figure began to appear. This figure turned into that of a tall, elegant looking, though deathly pale woman, with a cloak of raven feathers that flowed to her feet. Perched on her shoulder was a massive, three-headed raven with pure white eyes, and as she looked into the raven’s eyes she suddenly saw her life flash before her; her childhood spent reading, playing with Valtris, her first encounter with Zanlannah, meeting Arveene, all the events leading to where she was now.

She was afraid. More afraid than she had ever been before. Beginning to cry out in confusion, she suddenly heard a voice in her head say, “Don’t be afraid, child. While you may have tried your best to make it so, it is not yet your time. Fate has much more interesting things in store for you.”

Confused, she struggled to think of what to say, finally stammering out, “What-who are you?”

In response was a laugh, though not a malicious one. “My name was forgotten long ago,” the voice said. “If you must call me something, you may call me… the Raven Queen. However, who I am is not important. What is important is who YOU are. You have much more to see still, Gwyndolin.”

Gwyndolin.

As soon as the voice spoke the name, she realized how natural it felt to her. She suddenly remembered hearing the name before - it was the name of a princess in a story she had read long ago. Said princess was born a boy, however she had magic powers gifted by the moon, a gift usually reserved for women of her land. Growing up, the princess learned more and more how much more she enjoyed being a girl, and eventually used her magic powers to grant herself the body of a queen.

It was always one of her favorite stories.

She repeated the name over and over in her head, liking the sound of it more and more, when suddenly she stopped herself. “Wait,” she began, “why do you call me Gwyndolin?”

The Raven Queen laughed once more. “It is who you are,” she said, “Who you truly are. The name sounds nice, no? And wouldn’t you like to have a body to match?”

Gwyndolin was taken aback. She was beginning to understand what the Raven Queen was saying, but there was no way she could… “What… what do you mean?” she managed to stammer out.

Laughter once more. “I’ve seen you, Gwyndolin. I’ve seen the thread that is your life, and it is not meant to be cut here. And I’ve seen that this body is not the one you want to dwell in, and I think it would be a waste to spend another second living a life where you feel a prisoner.”

Pausing once more, Gwyndolin took in everything the Raven Queen was saying. “You… you would give me a new body? For me?”

This time it was the Raven Queen who paused. “I would,” she cautiously began, “though there would be… a price. A fair one, I hope you’ll see. But a price.”

“Anything,” Gwyndolin said instantly. “I’ll pay any price.”

A smile crossed the Raven Queen’s face. “Well then. The pact is formed.”

Confused, Gwyndolin opened her mouth to say more, only for her vision to suddenly begin to dim. The Raven Queen began to fizzle away in front of her and the darkness around her began to swirl. With a sudden burst of light, Gwyndolin found herself laying on the ground.

Getting up, she found she was just outside of the city, with the sun just beginning to come up. Rising to her feet, she shook her head, wondering if everything that had just happened was a dream. As she shook her head though, she felt long, soft hair hit gently against the side of her head. Having generally kept her hair short in an attempt to try and squelch feelings of dysphoria, this shocked her. Reaching up to her face she began to feel around, and already she could tell the face she had was different.

Rushing over to a nearby stream that had yet to freeze, as the sun rose above her, she gazed at her reflection in the water. As she stared tears began to well up in her eyes, and she realized they were tears of joy. Staring back at her was… her. The her she had always imagined. Still the physique of a half-elf, but her hips had widened, her legs were long and slender, her face sharper and her eyes brighter. She could feel her shirt pressed against her chest, and with joy she looked down and saw her once flat chest was now full. Falling down on to her back, she felt her body fall into snow, the cold gripping at her curves.

She knew she would never forget that moment.

[nutwit]

5, 14, and 32 for the dnd ask meme, please!

o shit another one ok!

in the words of the good red man, here a we go i think i said that last time actually oh well

5. Favorite NPC

Oh that’s a tough one.  I think it’s tied between Bernard Tripsocket, gnome conspiracy theorist, Julian Montressor, the dapper physicist pirate captain of the Stern played by Christopher Jackson, and Mzumiel (Zoomy), a three-city-block-long beta fish eel monster, demon lord of the fourth column, master of the ethereal and lover of model trains, the billion-eyed and long-mouthed, and owner of the most soothing telepathic southern accent this side of the underdark.

this next one’s a doozy so its under the cut

14.  Introduce the other parties you’ve played in / DMed

I’ve DMed for just one other party, and played in just one other party too.  And technically speaking, the party i DMed for was part of the same story as all the characters in the last answer?  Here let me explain.

There are three parties:  the CFRP, the Freelancers, and the Librarians.  The CFRP stands for Center for Firmament Research and Protection, and they’re the party I outlined last #asked and answered.

The Freelancers are a team of legendary heroes *snrk* who do adventures for hire.  They’re honestly a more traditional dnd party, but we play the freelancer campaign in dungeon world, so fuck you.

Helios Amastacia, high elf paladin.

Remember Venus Amastiacia from the last post?  Her older sibling has been out looking for their wayward sister for years.  Helios is built like a brick shit house and bares the power of Tyr, the one-armed god of tactics and war.  They’re by far the most level-headed of the bunch.  Strong parent vibes but also strong sibling vibes, and also just generally very strong.

Tex McCree, human fighter.

Jesus Fucking Christ this man.  He’s fucked his way across half the continent, at some point toppled some kind of feudal lineage, accidentally got a lordship, peaced out of that and found A Shotgun, somehow, sweet-talked his way into bed with the chairwoman of the Shatterpeak Council (Keegan’s mom), he’s a mess!  He’s a mess!  He got grossed out by touching a dead body like a week ago!

Mira the Blade, human thief.

She’s the best thief in the world.  No, really.  I’m not just saying that, it’s important for her character arc.  She’s even stolen from the Amastacia vaults, which she and Helios have laughs about sometimes.  She likes to push the limits of her abilities and wouldn’t be caught dead in a bathing suit for a number of unspecified reasons.  Very gay, extremely gay.  Has an as-of-yet unidentified link with Nikolai Hoobluff from the CFRP campaign.  :3c

Hollik Bannagammer Merrilin, gnome bard/barbarian.

Baby boy.  He just wants to write good songs about his heroes, Mira and Helios.  Him and Tex are very good chaotic friends who have never caused problems ever for the party in any circumstances.  One time he bought approximately 2000 dollars worth of fish from a butcher at 4 in the morning.  His catchphrase is, “Hello, new friends!”  Also if you hurt his friends he will kill you.

Sunbeam Talbot, halfling ranger.

So this one’s fun.  In the second arc of the Freelancer campaign, before Talbot joins up, they get hired by Hollik’s brother Bernard to steal his notes back from the museum he recently got fired from because his notes prove some big conspiracy or whatever.  Talbot happened to work at that museum, and Mira tried to steal his ID to get in, but Talbot clocked her before she got away.  So now that the museum’s been destroyed by ancient death roots from beyond time (don’t ask), he’s hunting her down to figure out what the fuck is going on.  Also, in the CFRP campaign, he’s the head of the CFRP. 

So, for those of you keeping track, the timeline is super convoluted and intriguing.  I have a lot of reveals I really really want to get to, so hopefully we’ll be able to start playing again once school lets out after next week.

So that’s the Freelancers.

The Librarians are a group of relic hunters brought together by a mysterious pair of brothers to recover a mirror from an ancient ruin that totally isn’t made of rebar and concrete for undisclosed reasons.  We haven’t played much with them because Katie’s been busy but I’m totally in love with her world.

Alys al’Damo, half-elf wizard.

Alys is off looking for the chosen one to guide them on their quest for something something.  She doesn’t really know who or what she’s looking for.  All she has to go on is vague prophecy and tarot-like character descriptions that she adheres to vehemently.  She also has a very good hawk familiar and specializes in fire magic.

Vix Sen, half-orc bard.

Vix is a very strong very sexy fashion designer.  She’s the Edna Mode of dungeoneering.  She’s designed turtlenecks for the king of all turtles probably.  Mostly she spends her time nowadays casting three thunderwaves in a minute jesus fuck Vix please I like having EARS.

Jedediah Brookes, human warlock.

Doctor Brookes is very dirty and greasy and very nice.  He has a secret doctor’s office in the seedy part of town where he stitches people up for free if they’re down on their luck, but in secret, like batman.  But surgery doesn’t explain his witch bolts.  Turns out his dad is a god of healing or something?  And Jed, being great, begrudgingly made a pact with him to be his emissary on earth.

Cederus Dur-Barundeaunt, dwarf cleric.

This boy is mine!  Cederus is a very old, very wise dwarf who’s spent most of his life in the clergy.  He’s that sort of old man style rascal where your pop pop would smuggle you a sweet when your mom said no sweets.  The most important part of his characterization though, and the reason I love playing him so much, is because of a bit of worldbuilding I did with Katie.  Dwarves in this world calcify as they get old.  Cederus is getting on in years, and two parts have already started to turn to limestone:  his upper leg, and his eyes.  He is totally blind and relies on his familiar to see.

I had to do some homebrewing with Katie to make Cederus work right because clerics aren’t supposed to have familiars and I had to start at level 2 for this campaign.  He’s got an extremely thick french accent.  I love him.

AND FINALLY

32.  Your favorite role to play (tank, healer, etc)

I haven’t played many roles actually (I’m the DM it’s my curse), but honestly, I don’t even think of characters like that at this point.  I’m not really very interested in playing any particular “role“ over the others, because I’m not really into that kind of play?  The numbers and the mechanics are a lot of fun, sure, but the reason I play DnD is to write a good story with my friends!  I’d much rather play a character with a motivation or theme that I’m really into than fill a party role, although roles can be useful in coming up with motivations!

THIS WAS SO BIG IM SO SORRY and also very late!  but if anyone is interested in more of this, let me know!

[byler-n-harringrove]

Halloween Night (Byler)

Hello everyone! I am so sorry for not posting for very long, school has just started and it's my final year before uni, so it's ramping up and im finding little time to write between school, work and family? ;( I am so sorry, and I will be doing the best I can to keep up requests and keep this moving! The reuqest is: @aspiringlampturtle  Ok oh my gosh hi ok so do you think you could write a lil one shot where the party is trick-or-treating and byler sneaks off (for whatever reason) and they end up confessing to one another?(maybealittlesmooch)? Uhh bonus points if El has a girlfriend but that's not necessary and also I love your writing also maybe something with Dustin just frikkin eating so many 3musketeers? Anyway love you bye thanks

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Halloween was always the best time of the year for the group, all the candy they could eat, a sleepover at Mike’s and a sugar coma that would last them the whole weekend. They were lucky this year it fell on a Friday meaning they could gorge out for the whole weekend and start a new campaign Mike had written with a Halloween horror twist.

This year their theme was Star Wars. Mike was going as Han Solo, Will was going as Luke Skywalker, Dustin as Chewbaka and Lucas was going as Darth Vader. The girls, on the other hand, we're going as two different versions of Leia, not knowing what else to wear. It had taken the boys a whole month to nag the redhead to wear a matching costume with her girlfriend, but she has finally caved in when Jane had given her girlfriend her puppy eyes.They are all 17 now, it has been years since all of the worries of the gate, and they were living fairly normal lives.

Something that they didn’t expect was Jane and Max hitting it off, soon coming out with one another and started dating roughly a year ago. They were adorable, Lucas was a bit sad, but when Mike realised that their group didn’t care about sexuality, he decided to tell everyone he was bisexual (which he explained to them that he liked both boys and girls). It came out weirdly, one time they were playing DND,  but it didn’t change them as a friend group.

But what he didn’t tell them was that he was crushing hard on his best friend Will Byers.

But, back to Halloween, because Mike was startled when he heard a knock on the door. That would be his friends. He quickly dashes to the fine before his mother or father could, flinging the door open to see all his friends in their costumes, all handmade of course, with Will standing at the front of the group with a warm smile. That smile was already causing butterflies in his stomach.

“Ready to go and get some full-sized chocolate bars?” Will asks, grinning.

It was the first Halloween that Johnathan hadn’t actually been told to follow Will trick or treating, even if he never truly did, so it was almost a celebration of Wills independence and strength. Mike nodded, leaning down and grabbing his pillowcase which he had left beside the door.

“Let’s go! See you Mum, Dad! We’ll be back soon!” Mike called over his shoulder before shutting the door, the group leaving the front yard and started to hit up the surrounding houses before making their way down the street. Before they left the front lawn, he heard a shrill yellow of his mother reminding him to be back by 9, which he always was without fail so he simply rolled his eyes as they took off down the street together.

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“I can believe, just like always, we got more 3 Musketeers!” Lucas whined loudly as they left the lawn of another house, a couple streets over from the Wheeler’s residence.  No matter what year and the group's hopes, they always seemed to get the same chocolates from the same houses, but that didn't falter Dustin of course.

The group dumped the chocolates into the curly haired boy's pillow sack, Dustin then fishing out the other chocolates and goodies he had gotten and given them to the others in  fair trade. “You guys just haven't gotten a good palate yet, it comes with my stunning good looks after all” Dustin jokes, wiggling his eyebrows and doing his ‘famous’ growl, causing them all to scoff and wave him off.

Mike and Will were travelling at the back of the pack, something they tended to do together whenever they actually were together (so all the time). Mikes eyes continued to glance over at the brunette boy with the bowl haircut, admiring how the street lights gently glimmered in his mud brown eyes as they walked in stride together. Will had decided to skip wearing a blonde wig, as it made his skin turn to a rash, so they had a brown haired Luke Skywalker walking the streets in their group.

But tonight, tonight felt different for Mike. Something in his gut was telling him that there was something in the air, something that was making him gravitate ever stronger towards his Will, it was a gentle hammering of his heart, he felt that maybe, just maybe, Will felt the same way.

Maybe tonight was the night he could try and admit his feelings to the other male, on the greatest night of the year, standing there in their Star Wars outfits in the night where they didn't have to be themselves and they could be whoever and whatever they wanted. It could remove the stress, remove the pressure of having to be straight, it was a night they could express themselves.

So, in Mike’s gut, he knew tonight was the night and he wasn't going to let the opportunity slip through his fingers so easily without taking a shot.

As the other made more distance from Mike and the Will, the taller and curly haired male wrapped his pencil-like fingers around the others narrow wrist, Will looked up. Slight shock and confusion flashed through the boy's eyes, a small tilt to his head further to the side in confusion.

“Is something wrong Mike?”

Something about the boy’s voice was always able to make Mike quiver, but as he shook his head, a small smile reached the taller boys lips, he tugged at Will’s wrist softly as to pull him towards the park they were just about to pass. It was quiet, it was not very well lit so no one could identify them, and it was somewhere Mike could feel himself comfortable about coming out about his feelings.

“Nothing, just, I need to tell you something. A secret” He explains as their feet hit the woodchip, making soft crunches under the boots of their costumes as they walked towards the swings. Hm, how poetic.

Sitting down, Will took the other swing as if by instinct “Are you okay? Something, something hasn't happened has it? I'm sure you could have told me in front of the others…” Will starts to question in both interest and worry.

The other shakes his head, giving a small shadow. For some reason, he couldn't help but found Will’s concern for his well being quite cute, but he felt like it was a sign, or maybe he was just simply reading into the boy too much and it was just Will being a good friend. “I'm promise I'm not dying or anything Will. Its something, I need to tell you first before I could even think about telling anyone else”

Will simply nodded “Well, my all ears. Your best,best friend, I will always be there for you” He explained, pressing his feet against the ground slightly to causing him to slowly swing on the seat.

Mike felt his eye fall downcast as he also found very hard to swallow at that point. What if this all backfired on him, what if Will didn't want to be friends with him anymore because he felt too awkward about it? Would it rip their friend group apart because of it? No, no he couldn't let these stupid fears get a hold of him! He needed to do it now before… Before someone else was lucky enough to scoop Will up from under his nose.

“Mike?”

It snapped him out of his thoughts immediately, causing Mike to look over at the boy beside him and finally swallow the lump in his throat. Just as always, even in the dim light of the playground, worse than that of the street, but he could still roughly make out the boys slowly sharing facial features, those eyes and that bowel cut he was never seeming to grow out of even in his late teens.

“I love you” He sputtered.

Finally! He was able to get the words of his chest before another worry could enter his mind and force him not to. Mike was staring straight into the other boy's eyes, not breaking eye contact as he was simply too scared to move in case he would startle the other boy before he could even reply.

There was silence for a moment, it hung over them both and Mike felt like he was going to choke on his words if he didn't at least get some type of answer form the other boy because waiting here in suspense was killing his poor little heart.

“I love you too Mike…I just never thought you saw me that way” Came Will’s quiet and small reply, causing Mike to let go of a breath he hadn't realised he was holding while waiting for the other to speak.

Moving forward slowly, as to yet again not try to intimidate or scare Will, Mike found him kneeling in front of Will, who was sitting on the swing and slowly pressed his rather colossal palm against the boy's cheek and slowly curled his fingers around his cheek to accommodate to his jaw and hairline.

Will was smiling, from what Mike could make out, and as he gained enough courage to lean in and finally seal their lips, he knew Will was smiling as he could feel the curving upwards of his lips pressed against his own in the soft, gentle and innocent kiss. It seemed to last more than a few seconds for Mike, but as their lips finally moved away again, the ravenette kept his hand pressed firmly against the others cheek as he let out an airy sigh of relief. Will joined soon after, slinging his arms lazily over the other's shoulders.

“Well, I would love to say “I know” “ Mike stated, trying his best to impersonate Han Solo’s voice which caused another giggle from the other male “But I’m happy I finally got the guts to tell you. After all, best friends, don't like do they?” He didn’t know whether or not to call Will his boyfriend or not.

“Boyfriends don't lie, Mike”

Will said suitably, grinning now, the sparse light bouncing off his pearly whites in the dark night like Mike’s own personal beacon. His own little savour in the waves that was their crazy and hectic life. Nodding, their foreheads gently rested against one another as they fell into a silence, enjoying each other's small embrace and company.

“Will, Mike wh- Found them!” A familiar feminine voice called out, and the boys quickly looked up to see that Jane was standing there a couple meters away from them, soon enough the whole group seamlessly popping up behind her, all eyes kneely trained on the two boys. They both were a bright red (not that anyone could really notice) as their friends started.

“Totally Tubular” Max stated, causing the others to all look at her before the whole group burst out laughing together, moving over to the playground itself and simply all messing around, starting to open their candy. It was a silent acceptance of Mike and Will’s new found relationship, and it meant the world to him.

They sat there together, eating chocolate and lollies sitting on the swings, facing away from the street and shrouded by darkness, fingers interlocked tightly as they smiled, watching their friends and each other.

Yep, Halloween was definitely the best night of the year.

MASTERLIST

[tammythompson-singslikea-muppet]

Richie? Part 3 final

Heeelllloooo after days of trying to juggle writing, school, and actually sleeping I have finished part 3 this is will be the final part and to tell you the truth, this is the first story I have ever finished so im kinda proud of my self.

Low-key Stan x reader vibes sorry not sorry

Warnings: intense fluffiness

Part 1 Part 2

Mike looked up to his friends

“El.” Realisation washed over the boys faces. You look up confused.

“She’s Mike’s girlfriend we were supposed to be waiting for her at the house.” The boy with curly hair explained.

“Im Dustin by the way, that’s Lucas, Will, and Mike.” Dustin pointed to each boy. You smile hearing the name Mike.

“I have a friend named Mike back home.” You pull yourself up from the ground.

“Well when we get back home you can tell us all about your friends, Im sure you miss them” Mike says. They all get on their bikes and Dustin turns to you.

“Come on you can ride with me” You hop on and say thanks. As you’re riding and you get closer to your house you ask Dustin to stop.

“I’ll be right back!” You yell as you run into your house. You run upstairs and touch up your eyeliner having cried most of it off. After, you go downstairs and grab your own bike and head out

“Alright let’s go”

We get back to the house and run downstairs following the boys. A girl with curly hair was sitting on the couch. Her face lit up when she saw her friends

“Mike”

“Hey El this is (Y/N), she’s new in town.” The girl named El seemed less than impressed, but honestly you feel the same way about meeting people today, and everyday to be honest. You give a small smile and a wave. She returns the small smile and turns her attention back to Mike.

“She’ll warm up to you it just takes some time.” Will explains. You nodded.

You guys spend the next two hours or so talking about various things, school and stuff like that. They even tried to teach you a little bit about DnD. You told them about Derry and your friends and how it’s kinda nice that you now have people to talk to about all the geeky stuff you were into like Star Wars and comic books. Stan would listen while bird watching but didn’t really have anything to say, and Richie was more into the arcade which you also took joy from. Bill was into movies but not all the same ones you were into, so it was nice to have people like the same superhero’s and comic books as you do. You luckily got to avoid anything about Richie’s death. You couldn’t stand having to lie to everyone about what really happened. Richie died a brave hero trying to help save his friends, but all anybody would know was that his foot missed a branch and he tragically fell out of a tall a tree the wrong way. And the boys relieved that they didn’t yet have to explain anything about the Demogorgan or the upside down, but of course that wouldn’t last long in Hawkins.

When the time came around to take more evil the truth on both sides was revealed leaving alot of people in shock. The next summer your mom and dad surprised you with a trip back to Derry. You were ecstatic to be able to see your friends again. As soon as you told Stan that you were coming back for two whole weeks he knew that he absolutely had to finally ask you out on a date, something all the losers has tried to get him to do countless times before Richie died and before you found out you were leaving. He was so discouraged when you had decided to meet up at park, him about to ask you on a date, when you told him you were moving. He knew that this was his only chance not knowing when you would be back again. When you had gotten back to Derry you found out you would be staying at Bill’s which you were very happy about. Those two weeks were the happiest any of you had been since Richie passed. You hung out with Mike at the farm for a day which was super fun. You all had a movie night over at Bill’s which ended in you falling asleep first with your head on little Stanley’s lap. You guys did everything you would usually do back in the good ol days. You all updated each other on you lives during a trip to the quarry. They were suprised to hear what you all had gone through back in Hawkins. They all asked if I had a picture of Mike. You had told them the story of the first time you saw Mike and when they heard you were coming back for a visit they told you to bring a photo. You told them it was with your stuff over at Bill’s, so you got dressed and headed over to his house. When you got to the room you were sleeping in, that used to be Georgie’s room, you head over to you bag and pull out a picture of Mike, Jonathan let you take on his camera. Mike obviously didn’t know you had taken it. He was just talking to Will, but it was still a good photo

“Holy sh-shit” Eddie grabbed the photo,

“Wow he really does look like him.” They all pass around the photo, your attention more grasped on something else in the bag.

“You kept his glasses” Eddie said softly sitting down next to you.

“I have his Freese’s shirt sitting in my drawer.” He admits

“One time when the boys were hanging in my room Mike had found them on my desk and put them on. When I turned around I nearly had a heart attack.” You laugh a bit.

Two days before you had to leave was your date with Stan, he set up a little picnic by the quarry knowing it’s one of, if not your favorite place in Derry. It was the sweetest thing anybody had ever done for you and you couldn’t keep the smile off you face. You and Stan had a crush on each other since anyone can remember. You always say next to each other at lunch ever since Kindergarten, back then you would even hold hands every recess on the play ground. In second grade you would share kisses on the cheek, and finally in fifth grade shared your first actual kiss. So to say that this was long awaited was a bit of an understatement. It was the best afternoon and you just wish Richie could have been been here, him being you and Stan's number one supporter. Needless to say you guys were inseparable the next two days.

Before you were to leave Stan was keeping you company while you packed. Mostly so he could slip a letter inside your bag, but also to do this. You felt a hand on your shoulder and when you turned Stan placed his hand on your cheek and brought his lips to meet yours. You felt pure bliss kissing back the curly headed boy. You pulled away when you heard you mother aww. Both you and Stan turned away blushing.

“I’m gonna miss you so much” Stan sighed.

“Me too, Stanley"You rest your head on his shoulder and he wraps his arms you. A few moments pass the Stan speaks up.

"We should go downstairs” And you do just that, Stan offering to carrying to your bags and doing so anyway when you tell him you can handle it. And just like last year you hug all the losers goodbye this time giving a Stan another kiss.

When you get back to Hawkins your friends await your arrival at your door step.

“Hey! Welcome Home!” Lucas engulfs you in a hug along with rest of the boys, Max and El.

“Alright, alright give a girl a little room to breathe!” You laugh. You all go upstairs to your room where you empty your bags on your bed eager to put everything back where it belongs and throw your clothes in the laundry.

“Oooh what’s this.” Mike teases.

“Oh look it’s from Stan” Dustin clings the envelope to his chest falling dramatically on to your bed.

“What? Give me that!” You snatch it out of his hands. A white envelope with

To: (Y/n)

From: Stan

Neatly written on the front. A smile graces your face. Your first instinct is to open it right away, but you though it best to do so in private, so you put it down on your desk next to Richie’s glasses.

“Oh no you are opening that now” Max says picking it back up handing it to. You think for a second then open it. The first thing you notice is picture. You pull it out and see it a photo of you and Stan on your date at the quarry You knew the rest of the group did a little sitting and know you knew to thank Mike later for a photo you would cherish forever.

“ Oh my gosh is that you guys on a date?” Max gushes. You nod blushing.

“Little creeps were spying on us” You saying jokingly. Next item in the envelope was of course a letter.

Dear my lovely (Y/N),

From the first time I saw you the

first day of Kindergarten I thought

you were the most beautiful I had

ever seen. I still think that to this

day. You will forever have my heart

(Y/N) (Y/L/N), and I will always

hope to call you mine someday.

That afternoon at the quarry was

one I’ll never forget. Bill and Richie

have always told me that I was

head over heals in love with you,

and that’s something I don’t think I

can deny anymore.

I love you (y/n) (y/l/n)

and I always will. I hope we make

it back to each other some-

day and we can spend the rest of

our lives together, that is all I

hope for, and I hope you feel the

same way

- Stanley

P.s I really regret not kissing on our date

If I didn’t kiss you when I gave you

this note please yell at me.

“Oh my God, that’s so sappy.” Will says with slight disgust.

“Well you heard the kid he’s been in love with her since Kindergarten what do you expect.” Mike laughs. Sniffles could be heard as Dustin fakes wiping a tear away

“So beautiful” He mumbles. The room erupts in laughter. You put the letter and the photo on your bulletin board and spend the rest of the day hanging out in Mike’s basement.

The End

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[jemodemo]

So this is kinda important I guess

Some of you may or may not know, my parents kicked me out last November. I, being a minor and unable to legally live on my own without emancipation, which I have no real basis to request, moved in with this family I’ve known for about 4 years. I used to go to their home for respite (please just google it I’ve been going to respite places since I was 7 and I honeslty have no idea what it is) so they know me pretty well. I’ve noticed a lot of various different things, though.

First of all, how they treat my mental health. I have a lot of issues with my mental health and behavioral control due to some unsavory things happening in my childhood, and sometimes those things come up and me, having been on meds for so freaking long and finally getting a say in whether or not I wanna take meds, I don’t take meds (although I started one about a month and a half ago and so far it’s mostly positive results but that’s not the point). My mom, if I couldn’t see the point of getting out of bed to go to school, would try to call the police for truancy. Also, if I needed to come home because I just couldn’t be at school, she’d have me do extra chores around the house as a sort of punishment for my “bad behavior”. My mom, for those of you who don’t know, is going to college to be a therapist and work with kids with mental health issues, by the way. My people (that’s what I prefer to call them. It’s simple enough so that I don’t really have to explain it), when I can’t see the point of getting out of bed to go to school, just let me be and check in every once in a while. I just have to text them that I’m taking a mental health day so they can call in to school and say I’m ill, which is frankly the truth. If I seem to be stressed or cranky, they don’t say, “why are you so cranky” or “jeez you woke up on the wrong side of the bed” and then push me to talk about it and proceed to tell me my issues are invalid. They say, “hey, I see that you seem to be upset. Would you like to talk about it?” And if I say no, they say “are you sure” and if I continue to say that I don’t want to talk about they tell me that they’re here if I need anything. They don’t push me to join the family and then say something like “nice of you to finally be a part of the family”. They make it known that they would like for me to be downstairs with them more often and when I’m downstairs, if I’m in a cheery mood they say “wow i haven’t seen your shining face in ages” or something along those lines.

Another thing I’ve noticed is the things they notice. Whenever we get fast food, I prefer Burger King (the bacon king and onion rings and a root beer with no ice) and they order for me and remember that that’s what I prefer. They noticed that after the third time we went to Burger King. And if I don’t come along and they get fast food, they always know what I like from various restaurants (most importantly no ice in my drink). They know I like Swiss rolls but not the little Debbie brand, the off brand stuff from the local grocery store. They know I love spam and try to keep it in the pantry (although it’s expensive and it’s understandable when I eat it all). They know I like the music I like, and when they go to a thrift store and they see a CD I might like, they’ll buy it. I have an avenged sevenfold cd (even though I don’t really listen to them that often), a good charlotte cd (actually my favorite cd from them), and an all American Rejects cd (again, favorite cd from them) that they bought me without my knowledge. They also know that I prefer medium t shirts and I love the color green (I literally have green hair). If they see a shirt at the thrift store (I love thrust stores btw) that they think I might like, they’ll get it. When I needed a new pair of shoes, they saw a pair of converse at a thrift store that was my size and they just got them. They were in good condition too. They know the things I like and notice the details. My parents know my favorite color but still somehow refuse to accept that I like the rest of the stuff I like and need better bras than Walmart bras and that I fit into medium shirts and not XXL shirts (although those are nice for sleeping). They don’t realize that I’ve lost a lot of weight and when I need new pants it’s sweatpants that are absolutely massive on me and are still too big when I have them tied. Sometimes my people will play a fall out boy song (they’re my favorite “emo” band but not my all time favorite band) kinda loud downstairs and see how long it takes me to shout the next lyrics after I realize that it’s fall out boy (I actually have freakishly good hearing when it comes to music but like everything else is like what no im like deaf).

Another thing that I’ve noticed that’s different between the two households is conversations. My parents are super conservative Christian parents. I’ll show my mom a meme and she’s like “well how do you think that makes that person feel that they’re like that” or ill tell a story about something or I’ll be really excited about something and they just look blankly at me or give halfhearted responses. Here, if I’m excited about something, people here get excited about stuff too. We all like different things but also like a lot of similar things. Like, if I wanna talk about my favorite beauty bloggers, I can talk to the person in the room next to mine. If I wanna talk about books I can talk to my roommate. If I wanna talk about video games I can talk to the guy down the hall. If I wanna talk about music I can talk to the youngest bio daughter (there’s ten people in my house btw as opposed to the four and occasionally five if my sister was home from college at my parents house). There’s always people to talk to about stuff. One of them was talking to the three year old the other day and I walked downstairs to get some water or something and I just heard her say “can you say DEEZ NUTZ” (keep in mind the person closest to my age is like 23). The baby was chewing on a toy potato and one of my people was like “hey look it’s you” and another one called me a breadstick so now they call me “carbohydrate” and the conversations are always nice and lively.

I also have a lot more freedom here. If I want to hang out with friends last minute, sure, just let me know where you’re going. If I wanna hang out with my closest (and longest) friend even though he’s a guy, sure, that doesn’t matter. When I decided that I wanted to stop taking birth control (I was only on it because I was on a shit ton of meds when I first got my shark week so it turned into shark month due to all the hormonal imbalances and whatnot and then I stopped taking meds and it’s all regular now) they said “okay just if you ever decide you want to get back on it because you want to do the stuff just let us know”. They let me have friends and do stuff last minute and go out in public to places and like be like a teenager in a book. My parents would freak out if I wanted to hang out with a boy, even with parental supervision and/ or in a group environment (excluding my dnd group but that’s cuz my DM is my best friends cousin and my parents love my best friend). If I wanted to visit a friend, it had to be planned a week in advance and they had to have met that friend beforehand. They had parental restrictions on my computer that banned any websites that were inappropriate for anyone under the age of ten (I’m 16 with a maturity level of a 30 year old for the most part) which made it nearly impossible to do my homework. They encouraged my wanting to do the arts (music, acting, and like drawing art) but if I needed new guitar strings (they’re like $5) they said no or if I wanted to paint they said no because “last time you got paint everywhere” which wasn’t true. If I need guitar strings here, yeah sure, just do a bit extra chores to like “earn the money” or whatever (basic stuff like cleaning the bathroom) and if I want to paint just make sure I clean it up after. Earlier this summer (technically it was still during school) a popular amusement park about two hours from here had its openening weekend and one of my friends asked if I could go and my people were fine with it, I just did a lot of extra chores. We had a two hour car drive, me and this girl who’s my age, and we picked up a couple of her friends and all four of us went to the amusement park without adults. It was kinda weird.

Anyway that got kind of unorganized but my point is:

When I lived with my parents, I was anxious, depressed, and almost always angry.

Now that I live with my people in a more “caring” environment, I’m happier and less stressed and angry, although my anxiety and whatnot still flares up occasionally.

If the people you’re always with are good to you, you’re probably going to be in a better mood and have better physical/ mental health.

If the people you’re always with aren’t all that good to be around, you’re likely to have worse mental/ physical health and be in worse moods.

That was a lot and I apologize but that was really important for me to say that. Also I’m not trying to come off as ungrateful, my parents tried at first but this past year hasn’t been that great for any of us and everything slipped. And whatnot.