#burnout is kicking my ass

[witherfide]

can you guys get off the fucking road

[cutie-lumi]

sketch of some summer outfits i made for an art piece im (hopefully) going to post tomorrow :D

[mochiwrites]

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[lil-blurry-stars]

I thought maybe I’d cracked the code this week and maybe I’d be able to sustain how productive I’ve been

……..nope……. I’m back in the hole

[arapaiknow]

work time sleepies… it cant be…

[cioror]

damn... its been so long my apologies

[atimeofyourlife]

A love written in the stars

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: Valentine's Day | rated: t | wc: 850 Steve always had bad experiences with Valentine's Day. Eddie makes him change his mind.

Steve had always hated Valentine's Day. Ever since he was a little kid. Because his early- only- experiences with it was an attempt to buy another's love. His father would always go overboard, showering his mother with attention and love and expensive gifts. Buying her love and loyalty for another year before going back to his mistresses by the end of the week. So by the time he was old enough to understand Valentine's Day, he already had a strong distaste for it.

Once he was old enough to start 'dating' it all fell on him. From when he was twelve, if he was even vaguely involved with a girl he was expected to get her a card and flowers or chocolates. Even when there was nothing more between them than holding hands at lunch and maybe a kiss on the cheek. He'd be lucky to get a scribbled note in return.

Once he was in high school and actually interested in dating and girls, Valentine's Day started to feel very transactional. He would put in cards and flowers and dates with expensive gifts, and he would get affection and maybe sex in return. But he knew deep down if he didn't go all out with it, they wouldn't be interested. Most of the girls around him wanted an experience they could brag about, not anything with commitment.

With Nancy it felt different. He knew she wouldn't want anything too big and out there. So he had a card and a single rose for her at school, with a candle lit dinner that he'd made that evening, with a full bunch of roses. A sweet date without any expectations for the evening. She'd got him a card and some chocolates in return. The date seemed to go well, but as the evening went on, Nancy started to pull away, the grief of losing Barb eating at her from the inside, making her feel guilty for doing something that Barb would never get to do. So the evening ended early with him comforting her and then dropping her home early. He knew it wasn't her fault, that she was suffering and struggling with her trauma, and he didn't blame her for the evening not going the way he'd planned it. But, when he got home to see the half eaten dinner that he'd worked so hard on, he couldn't help feeling that there was something inherently bad about Valentine's Day. It felt like it was almost cursed for him.

The years after Nancy didn't get any better. He tried to stay away from the spending a lot of money style of Valentine's plans, and focused more on the romantic, meaningful style dates. But once his dates realized he wasn't going to be showering them with expensive gifts, they lost interest. Often making excuses to leave before the date had run it's natural course. It made him want to just give up on Valentine's Day.

But then Eddie happened. Neither of them mentioned any plans for Valentine's Day. Steve was thinking of treating it just like any other day. Get up, go to work, come home, eat dinner together, have sex, then fall asleep. And to start with, Eddie seemed to have the same idea. The day started normal, a lazy morning make out session before they both had to hurry to be ready to leave on time for work.

When Steve got home, the table was scattered with folded paper stars. He didn't know what to make of it. He was so caught up in it, he didn't notice Eddie coming up behind him until his eyes were covered.

"You weren't supposed to be home just yet. No peeking." Eddie said, steering Steve into the bedroom and pushing him down onto the bed. "Now stay here until I call you."

Steve didn't get a chance to reply before Eddie had left the room again.

He wasn't alone for long before Eddie came back to him. "It's ready now."

Steve followed Eddie back to the kitchen. Plates already on the table with what looked like take out from their favorite restaurant. The room lit only by the star shaped lights that had been hung all over the kitchen.

"Ed's, I-" Steve didn't know what to say. He just wasn't used to a partner making an effort for Valentine's Day.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby. I wanted us to eat under the stars, but it's too cold to eat outside, so this is the next best thing." "I. I love it." Steve choked out, unsure what else to say.

"And each one of these stars," Eddie picked one of the paper stars up, holding it between his thumb and finger, "is to remind you how much I love you. I know you don't have great experiences with Valentine's Day. But every time you feel like you deserved the way all those girls treated you. Open one of the stars. Each one has a message inside, reminding you that you are so loved."

Steve couldn't help the tears that were welling up. "I love you."

the paper stars are these origami wishing stars:

[candyheartedchy]

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[notallsandmen]

[youareabeautypj]

tangy addison my beloved

little guys <3

she's always making that gotdamn face

[kiwi-does-stuff]

“The world glitters like candy”

trans flag color picked from the mv lol

[babymagi]

Me every time I see an orange cat + black cat combo:

[madcom-stuff-of-interest]

"are you actually gonna continue the-" the clown haunts me and will continue to do so, if I don't he's gonna keep breaching containment. So 👍

"have you drawn the clown?" Actually on a related note (/old art)

it's been like this

[strawberryflavoured-bongwater]

[exmortiis]

so, i wanted to apologize for the rather spotty activity lately. while i do want to write and i have a lot of muse, i just can't seem to get it done. i think it's due to me going through a heavy burnout ( in rl ) which is making even enjoying writing pretty hard. i'm slowly putting things in the queue, though.

and i wanted to thank you all for the patience, you are all amazing and i cherish every single one of you <3

in the meanwhile if ya want to talk/plot about our muses or anything, u can add me on d.scord ( just let me know who you are pls )

[tokyoteddywolf]

When the burnout hits and you haven't done any art in a while except the bare-minimum scribble to showcase how burnt out you feel-

Ughhhhhhhhhhh T×T