#as dreamers do

[weloveakechi]

WIP Wednesday

There's some really fun stuff coming up in my next chapter of As Dreamers Do, but I thought this might be most interesting to share today!

This is a mistake. Goro decides he stands outside Penguin Sniper waiting again for Kurusu and his friends. He’s been standing here almost a half hour now, alternating between watching the street and attempting to read a book. He’s starting to believe this is a pattern, Kurusu or perhaps Sakamoto must have a habit of being late for pre-determined meetings.  “Meeting?” Robin Hood chuckles, “My Prince, it is Sunday, you are hanging out.”  “I am not.” He snarls back. He is not.  This is not a chance for him to ‘hang out’. He’s doing this to make sure he’s fully integrated into the group. So that he can direct them. Steer their actions and ensure his plans stay on track just the way he wants them to. It has nothing to do with the fact that he has grown used to their presence, or that the thought of a Sunday alone waiting on a call that might or might not come from Shido, catching up on casework, and homework, feels strangely empty. 

[taleweaver-ramblings]

For the music asks:

37. If you could travel in time and go to a concert of an artist who’s no longer alive or a band that’s no longer together, who would you choose?

40. Which was the best concert you've ever been to?

49. Is there a cover you like more than the original version?

56. A song/album/artist you wish you could forget so you could have the experience of hearing it for the first time again:

65. Are there any songs you know the entire lyrics by heart?

37. If you could travel in time and go to a concert of an artist who’s no longer alive or a band that’s no longer together, who would you choose?

Literally the only thing I can think of is going back to see the Go-era Newsboys, as one of my favorite albums of theirs used to be their Houston We Are Go cd, and I think it would be fun to see that in person. I do not go to concerts very much, I'm sorry. XD

40. Which was the best concert you've ever been to?

Andrew Peterson did a concert at my university during my junior year, and it was absolutely lovely. 10/10, would love to go back to that.

49. Is there a cover you like more than the original version?

SO MANY. Even if you don't count hymns, SO MANY, mostly because I discovered the songs via the covers and so that's the definitive version in my mind. I can't pick a favorite in this category, so I'm going to go with the funniest instead: the Stryper cover of "Carry on My Wayward Son," which I thought was the actual original song for literal years.

56. A song/album/artist you wish you could forget so you could have the experience of hearing it for the first time again:

I actually can't think of anything for this answer because, for songs I like, the first time I hear it usually the time I like it least because I'm judging 95% on vibes and still trying to figure out the lyrics. The only exception I can think of is that I might like to be able to temporarily forget musical soundtracks that I listen to before watching the actual musical so that I'm not disappointed when my mental choreography for the song doesn't match reality.

65. Are there any songs you know the entire lyrics by heart?

That I have deliberately memorized the lyrics to? No. That I have probably accidentally memorized the lyrics to via singing along with them in the car on my commute to or from work? Yes; that would most likely get me most of my favorite Longest Johns, Owl City, and Taylor Swift songs without a problem, and possibly also some of the highlights on my country playlists.

Send me music asks!

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Fancy robe practice featuring Bruce

[dreamsteddie]

Wowza. Part one blew up way more than I thought it would so here! Part two! I do have more thoughts about this so there might be a couple more parts to come. We'll see ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Eddie takes half a second to consider just not answering. Maybe throwing his phone away and never going back to the restaurant they went to last night so he never has to confront whatever it is that's about to happen. Maybe even fleeing the country and living alone on a sheep farm with no friends and go relationships ever again so something like this never happens again.

But then he thinks of Steve. Kind, funny Steve with the bright eyes and soft skin who looked at Eddie like he could fall in love with him and he knows that whatever comes next, Steve deserves for Eddie to see it through with him.

New Message: Steve H.

Hey

Just that one word sends Eddie's heart into his throat. He can see that Steve is still typing, those little ellipses of doom popping on and off the screen. Realistically, Steve probably doesn't know what happened, right? Eddie's pretty sure Steve wasn't in on it and it's been less than an hour since Eddie himself found out, so probably not.

Steve H: Gareth called me

Fuck.

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.

If Eddie's heart was in his throat at the first text, the second one has it dropping through his body and out of his goddamned ass. It's not that he doesn't want Steve to know. He was always planning to tell him, he was just hoping he could be the one to do it. Gareth being a little shit and calling Steve first was not part of the plan.

Steve H: He told be about the prank. I'm sorry if I wasn't what you expected and you were just being nice. We can pretend it never happened. No hard feelings.

Eddie slams his head into his pillow. This is such a cluster fuck he can hardly bring himself to look at the text but he needs to come up with some kind of response, like, yesterday if he wants any chance of keeping the man of his dreams from running for the hills because apparently, Eddie's friends are trying to destroy his life. He takes a deep breath and starts typing.

Eddie: Hey, I'm so sorry about that. I just found out about what they did an hour ago at practice. I didn't think they would just call you out of the blue like that, I was just about to text you.

Not completely true, but Eddie was going to text him about it, just after screaming into his pillow and making a couple Vudu dolls first.

Eddie: For what it's worth I really do like you and I would love to still take you out on that second date, but I understand if my friends scared you off and you want nothing to do with me. I know it's fucked up.

It takes a minute for Steve to respond, the typing bubbles ebbing and flowing as Steve types and retypes whatever it is he wants to say. Eddie is about ready to call it a wash and start googling sheep farms for sale in Ireland when a new text comes in, dispelling all thoughts of learning to sheer wool.

Steve H: Are you sure?

And fuck if that doesn't hurt his heart. Eddie has spent all of two and a half hours with Steve, he's a virtual stranger, but Eddie can swear he can feel all of Steve's secondhand insecurity through that one lonely sentence. Before he even registers what he's asking, he send a quick reply.

Eddie: Can I Facetime you?

Before Eddie can try to rethink his decision, his screen lights up with a notification. Steve is calling him.

Eddie scrambles to answer, fumbling his phone a little in his haste and almost missing the call completely. He manages to get it on the last ring, breathing heavily in a way he knows can't be flattering.

All thoughts about his lack of dexterity fly out the window when he looks into his screen. On their date, Steve was perfectly put together. Hair meticulously done, clothes freshly pressed, and a light sheen of lipgloss accentuating the perfect curve of his mouth. While Steve is still beautiful through the lens of his camera, it's clear that he's been crying. His eyes are red and a little puffy, hair out of order in a way Eddie thinks is probably unusual for him, and Eddie can see that he's wearing a well-loved beige hoodie.

"Hi," Steve says, waving a shy hand almost the same way he had last night.

"Hey sweetheart," Eddie says, keeping his voice low and gentle, desperate to soothe Steve however he can through the distance of their phones.

For a minute they just look at each other, neither one knowing what to say in a situation like this. Eddie sees Steve gearing up to say something, but he cuts in before he starts. There's something he needs to say while Steve can see him face to face.

"I'm really sorry about what happened!" He says, much lounder than he intended. "My friends were being dicks. I haven't dated in a while and instead of being normal fucking people they set up this whole stupid prank but I swear I wasn't in on it!"

Something about what he says draws a small smile from the corner of Steve's mouth, so Eddie keeps talking. "Besides, if they wanted to prank me they should have picked someone that isn't a literal fucking model in disguise. There wasn't a chance in hell I wasn't going to beg you for that second date."

At that, Steve gives a little chuckle and it lifts Eddie's heart from where it'd fallen onto the floor and puts in back in his chest 10 times lighter than before.

"Jesus, are you always such a flirt Munson?" he says.

"Only when the boys are especially pretty," Eddie responds.

Steve gives another little laugh at that before sobering up. He gives Eddie a long look through the phone, and Eddie lets him.

"Are you sure you don't want to just call it quits here man? Gareth was pretty adamant that I'm not the kind of guy you usually go for. I don't want you to feel like you have to humor me out of kindness." There's a forced flippancy to Steve's words that Eddie knows well from his own Munson Coping Strategies Handbook. Steve is trying to give him an out, but Eddie can tell that he doesn't want to.

For the first time since this all started, Eddie is well and truly mad. Gareth and Jeff had absolutely no business poking around in his love life in the first place, but now they've reached out to the guy Eddie already told them he liked to what? Tell him never mind actually, we don't think you're the right guy for our friend even though he told us very explicitly how into you he is.

Eddie lets all the frustration, anger, and tenuous hope building up in his chest fuel his reply. This one has to count, he can feel it. It's a charisma saving throw with the whole campaign on the line. He can't miss this one.

"Honestly Steve, if you asked me two days ago what I was looking for in a partner, I probably would have said I wanted to date another alternative metalhead or punk who likes playing DnD and getting high on the weekend." Eddie can see Steve's shoulders slump as his eyes dart away, but he pushes on, determined to make his point.

"But, I haven't had as good a time as we had last night in a really long time." Steve looks back up, eyes alight with the same tentative hope Eddie himself is channeling. "I think you're funny and interesting, and you have the absolute worst takes on ice cream flavors, and you're hot as hell. Like, seriously the hottest guy I've ever seen in real life."

Steve smiles, the edges of his eyes crinkling.

Critical success.

"So, about that second date."

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[alicentsgf]

“You look so much like your mother in certain lights.”

The Lady Alyrie Hightower (née Florent)

[curemi]

Some Mew Ichigo poses 🍓

[mydairpercabeth]

To think of the sisterhood they could have had??? Oh Otto you will always be hated by me.

[illumi-nati-png]

The Greywaren

Quite suddenly Ronan was cross with both voices. He was cross with himself. Both sides telling him what he was, and him believing it. How long had he been asking: Tell me what I am?.

Never once had he simply decided for himself.

It wasn't a choice at all.

He woke up.

-Maggie Stiefvater

[slarxsa]

Reminder that the context for The choice was death or hurting Adam, which wasn’t much of a choice at all. was that Adam was possessed and strangling Ronan to death and Ronan didn't want to try and stop him in case he broke Adam's wrist because they felt fragile. He was happy to die so that he didn't accidentally break Adam's wrists. Wtf Ronan.

[that-one-oddity]

Here's an edit I made to show off Lurien's height on the ground. He's actually taller than the average bug, which would be impressive...

If the ladies didn't exist. And for further demonstration...

An edit I made for Herrah on the ground and Monomon sitting instead of floating.

And a Pale King for good measure.

[five-crows-in-a-trenchcoat]

are you guys getting ready yet…?

[weloveakechi]

WIP Wednesday

A tiny teaser from the upcoming Chapter 3 of As Dreamers Do:

The last thing Akira needs is Akechi poking his nose into things when he shouldn’t be. Sure yes, he had screwed up by being so familiar and open about the whole Dr. Takemi thing before immediately claiming he’d just moved there. That was stupid, he’s a big enough man to admit that. 

But is Akechi really so suspicious that a slip like that might make him decide to take a closer look at him already? Of course he is. Akechi is nothing but suspicion and lies wrapped up in a pretty smile and false niceties. Any mistake on Akira’s part is sure to set off all of his alarm bells.

If the universe was kind to either of them, Akira never would have needed to go back in time. He and Akechi could have met earlier. 

He knows they could be great friends with a little more time. Being rivals is a given, but given a real chance, Akira knows he can pierce through Akechi’s shell and find not just a rival or an ally, but a friend hiding underneath. 

[taleweaver-ramblings]

17, 35, and 72 for Spotify Wrapped?

17 is All Creatures of Our God and King, sung by Danny Byram — I listened to it at least once a day for a solid chunk of the summer.

35 is Secret Worlds by The Amazing Devil, which I would've expected to be higher? Good adventure vibes tho. (Also: "But if you ask me for my fire, just watch me — JUST WATCH ME BUUUUURN. So good.)

72 is Simpatico (Reprise) from the Naked Lunch soundtrack, which I do not remember consciously listening to, but probably (because of algorithms) comes up frequently on my jazz writing music playlist.

I am very sad that none of the ones you asked ended up being TLJ songs. THEY'RE ON THERE.

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Have the kids seen Bruce in his “I definitely did not kill my husband” robes?

I'd say they're pretty used to it by now.

Stare at my stupid overly detailed kitchen, boy.

[dreamsteddie]

Steve and Eddie are the kind of couple that never does couples Halloween costumes.

Eddie cares far too much about Halloween and spends most of the year planning and haunting thrift stores around town waiting for the perfect piece of that year's costume to appear. He's going to be bloody and spooky and probably incredibly niche and nothing, not even his incredibly hot boyfriend, is going to change his Halloween rituals.

Steve on the other hand has never put too much thought in his costumes. For him, Halloween has always been more about the parties and while the dressing up is fun he usually just throws something together from his closet at the last minute. It isn't until Robin comes along that things change. She starts making him do yearly couples costumes with her, but they're always either the silly, cheap ones from Spirit Halloween or niche in the opposite direction of Eddie's choices.

After their first Halloween together they decide to do a costume reveal every year like a bride/groom reveal. They go about their Halloween traditions as usual but try to keep any shopping or conversations about the topic a secret. Both of them try and figure out what the other had planned but they're both very dedicated to the bit and hide their shit well. Robin, of course, is also in on it since she's conceiving most of Steve's costumes and tries to come up with something either extremely slutty or extremely goofy to fuck with Eddie.

Whatever gross make-out session she has to witness is worth it for the picture she gets of bloody Edward Scissor Hands stealing a sip out of Sparkly Slutty Ketchup Steve's solo cup at the end of the night.

[kazbiter]

"you're always the car crash ronan" of course he is!! what else could he possibly be? he's an ancient being shrunken down and shoved into the body of a gay 18 year old boy yet still left with the capacity to feel the full intensity of every human emotion imaginable in it's entirety and create things beyond comprehension without the knowledge of why or how or most importantly what for. one day he wakes up to find the family he depends on to give him a place in this world shattered and broken at his feet and has nowhere to go and he can't go home. he's a fast car on a closed track... what else is left for him to do but spin out???