#cw: drunk driving

[dexalyys]

How did Theo and Cassidy die? Also who died first and do either of them remember it [・ヘ・?]

(cw for drunk driving?) cass first (09/18/12), yes she remembers it; after the search parties for vivian were called off and her funeral date was announced, cass got wasted and drove headlong into a tree in the middle of nowhere going like 60 mph. theo died days later (09/22/12) but he doesnt remember it. i cant delve into the details, but it was a plushie attack ^_^

[starsfic]

Does Azure also die in a car accident like Lady Bone demon in your art school au?

Yeah, he does after kidnapping Sun Wukong. The original plan was to have it being a drunk driving accident but then I figured that driving while intoxicated wasn't a thing Azure would do.

And then we got the specials, showing how unhinged Azure can be under heavy stress, and now I'm back with this idea.

This would be after Azure lost a special election, Tang Sanzang being released from prison, and Wukong proposing to Sanzang that they have a fancy wedding for their anniversary. (Discussed with @vegalocity down below:

Anyway.

I'm not sure why car crashes are what I'm doing to kill off villains. Anyway, Azure drunkenly kidnaps Wukong, starts driving while he and Wukong yell about each other and their issues, and when things calm down and Azure starts realizing how unhinged he's being, that's when the crash happens.

Wukong somehow survives with no major injuries. A few months later, missing the anniversary but in time for Xiaotian's birthday, he and Sanzang have a fancy vow renewal in Paris. (They couldn't get married on top of the Eiffel Tower, but strings got pulled so they could take pictures on top.)

[askdrunkjimmy]

Yeah, yeah- I'm going now...

[dreamwatch]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest

Prompt: Pride | Word Count: 1031 | Rating: M | CW: Alcohol/drug abuse, driving under the influence, car accident | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth Stranger Things, past Steddie, Eddie is a very bad boy, possibly downright unlikeable, ambiguous ending

“Eddie, don’t.”

“Come on, man.” 

“Don’t be stupid, Eddie!”

He’s not listening, not tonight. Tonight he has a calling from on high. Tonight he has places to be, a person to see. A person to touch.

Tonight he’s driving

He climbs into the car, his beautiful Ferrari bought with the spoils of fame. There are three cars in his garage, but this is the fastest. This is the one he wants to be in tonight. It’s a racer, meant for speed, a rocket ship of possibilities. 

There are voices behind him, the band arguing amongst themselves. Maybe they’re shouting at him, but he’s not listening. He’s only had a two or three vodkas, and coke doesn’t have the same effect on him as it used to, back when he was a kid and all this was new to them. The pills were nothing, just something to keep him awake, something to chill him out. But he’s older now and those things aren’t new anymore. Booze and drugs are supplements, part of the regime, part of his five a day. It’s fine. It doesn’t mean anything.

It’s Gareth that follows him, climbing in beside him a second before Eddie turns the key in the ignition and the car roars to life.

“Eddie, what the fuck are you doing, man? Come back inside.”

“Get out.”

“I’m not—”

“Get out!”

Gareth buckles his seat belt tight and glares at him.

“Fine,” Eddie spits at him. “Fuck you then.”

He revs the engine repeatedly, the vibration like electricity through his body. It only goads him on. He slams his foot to the pedal and the car streaks out of his garage and onto the streets.

The city is magical at night, blinding lights, a stratospheric glimmer of colour. He knows if he was walking out on the road it would be quiet, there’d be no sound, just the occasional car speeding past on the empty streets, just like he is now. There’s music in the car, a blasting thump of drums and bass and he feels his foot drop on the accelerator; he doesn’t look at the speedometer because he doesn’t care. Part of him wishes he’d taken the bike, his black Yamaha that barely gets ridden anymore, then Gareth would still be back at the house with Jeff and Matt and their girlfriends, and not with him shouting for him to slow down. 

“—wait till tomorrow. Nothing will have changed. Let’s just go back, you can talk to him tomorrow, okay?”

Eddie doesn’t like to be ignored, doesn’t like his calls going unanswered. So no, actually, it won’t wait. He wants him tonight. Deserves to have Steve tonight.

“Eddie, slow down.”

“No.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie! It’s red!”

It’s a challenge, him against the stop light, him against the cross traffic. The road is empty, he knows it will be fine, Gareth just worries too much. He always has. Cocky until he’s not, that’s Gareth. If nothing else it will be a good lesson for him. Eddie didn’t want him here so he can consider this his punishment. 

Eddie floors the gas pedal, the engine butter smooth as it gives him the speed he wants, and he howls out of the open window as he flies through the stop light, laughing into the hot summer night.

Gareth is heaving in deep breaths beside him and it only makes him laugh more, he can barely hear himself over the sound of the engine and the music. 

The Ferrari speeds over the freeway and he feels like he’s flying. He feels like he’s free, and when the fuck was the last time he felt like that? His face is everywhere, his every second accounted for, every moment of his life planned. Stand here, wear this, do what we tell you, say what we tell you. He just needs a moment to fly.

Gareth is on the phone, but the engine noise and music drown out whatever he’s saying. Eddie doesn’t really care. He can call Jeff, he can call Wayne, fuck, call the cops for all he cares. What are they going to do? He’s Eddie fucking Munson.

He lifts his foot of the gas just a little, just enough so that when he floors it again he can feel it. It’s like warp speed, he’s Han Solo and Gareth is Chewbacca and the laughter fires through him again, the utter absurdity of it all. He loves his life.

He hates everything.

When he checks on Gareth he looks like he’s going to be sick, and there’s no fucking way he’s going to be sick in his Ferrari, so he lays off the gas. Gareth hangs his head out of his own window, the wind blowing his hair back. It’s warm out tonight, it just makes everything headier. Makes his need feel deeper.

He needs Steve. It’s in his head now, can’t sleep, can’t sleep, can’t sleep, can’t be without Steve. That there, that’s the heart of it, he doesn’t know how to be without him. Can’t get his head around him leaving, can’t comprehend why he’d walk out on this. They had everything, Eddie gave him everything, and he threw it back at him. Like, how fucking dare he work, go out on the road, make money for them? They were fine, they had a system, it worked for him, it worked for Steve, he’d have said if didn’t. It was Robin getting in Steve’s head again, telling him this wasn’t normal, ‘it’s not a relationship if you’re never together, Steve’, and when did she become such a meddling cunt? 

He drops his foot on the accelerator.

It’s not instant. The streaks of light are lining the road, leading him to heaven, and then it’s the light polluted sky he sees, the distant glimmer of weak stars filling the windscreen. He thinks Gareth is screaming beside him, but Eddie’s not scared. He feels like he’s floating, feels the hot night air whip around him, feels the dizzying spin of the car, his own fairground ride in the sky. The strips of white lining the asphalt rise up to meet him. 

He never feels the hit.

Yes it's essentially Blinding Lights by The Weeknd, but this prompt was fighting me so hard and I've spent days trying to make another story work and it just wasn't. Then this came on, and yes I may have looped it for half an hour while I wrote, but I competed the prompt!

@the-unforgivenn

[fictionkinfessions]

I want to fight everyone running youtube why is my theme song what you get when you look up "edgiest song ever" FUCK YOU also sorry Gadget, Sonic, entire sonic forces universe egg fuckers excluded because I had the sense of a blackout drunk driver crashing into an empty laundromat-Infinite the Jackal

✉

[willowser]

Do you think touya would ever willingly have kids? I know in a few of your drabbles you say that he’s not in his kid’s life for the first couple years bc he had to get his shit together but do you think that later on after he’s in a relationship w someone he loves and is present in his kid’s life he would consider another?

again, disclaimer that i'm answering this question as someone that wants willow beans !! so everyone might not agree and that's okay !!

yes !! i do think after getting over the hump of the first that he would be fine to have another one !

as much as i hate to say this, i don't think — in any au — he's planning on having them to begin with. i always write it as the birth of his first child being the motivator for him to figure his shit out, and i think if it were up to him, that process would take a looooong time if it weren't for an unexpected situation like that. so i really can't imagine him choosing to have a kid bc i think he'd be way too scared — but once he settled down with the dad idea, i think he'd be happy to have more !!!

[girderednerve]

cedar lane, summer, often night

learned to drive on dirt roads: high-banked, narrow, fell; every summer, a few days or really a good hour of rain & they'd wash out. gouged away watch out: ravenous, rough enough to break an axle. the ridges, the road, the way— briefly a river, clear over grit, log-locked.

i was months late to my learner's permit, too scared to hurt someone until i was too scared of being stuck. or i think so, at any rate; it's hard to be definitive. days into rain, years into it, but still never quite the same way twice. he drove drunk, hammered the brake, crept up on the accelerator; minded more the audience than the obstacle.

the water would sheet off the edge of the asphalt, wash down the last slope to those miles of obscurely inhabited county road, sluice sideways across the right of way—& still, always, we went on: never quite impassable, even with the wind high

[bonemaggotsludge]

I'm just some guy, man...

Plus @kingassblast sent me a meme to draw over with myself which is an excuse for me to post my other booz'n'cruise memes

[marshiestars]

Once: Uh, hey, Bill?

Bill: HM?

Once: Sorry if this is too personal, but I was just wondering if you’re gonna, um, k-kiss anyone? On New Years’?

Bill: ACTUALLY, YEAH!

Once: *blushing* R-Really? Who?!

Bill: A TREE AT 200 MILES AN HOUR <3

Once: . . .

[radioactive-earthshine]

Astro Boy: The Hot Dog Corps

I love it when Atom just says these things out of no where.

[funtomb]

things so important and fulfilling about writing my will:

flying purple porsche in the freddywood hills drunk driving champion of 85.

put kids in the tubby custard machine not because he's a scientist but because it's how he relieves stress and he sees them as a renewable resource. you can get a replacement in nine months stop crying.

dresses like steve jobs but is constantly on the verge of going goth were it not for social expectations. still somehow hates that his son is punk. jealousy is a disease he'll die of.

afraid of physical pain and won't fight someone taller than half his height. will run from a fight he can't win. pee pant coward. part of why he kills kids is because he's pretty sure they're one of the few things he can hit that won't hit him back.

bunny kill kids damn that's a bunny slay it's a holiday play with my bunny day bunny this bunny that bunny taken bunny kill kids like it's a vocation you can spring it with a bunny reservation bunny bout to get a standing ovation clap clap clap for this funnybunny but you can't get a pizza from a funnybunny whoa glitch slow down ima give you bunny that you can hold down

unplugged evan's life support to charge his brick phone and call a guy about some chainsaws.

doesn't let his kids watch disney movies because the mouse is the enemy. only his funny animals allowed. fuck batman too! no superheroes he's the only furry. watch fredbear and friends or something live action. support daddy's brand.

can only cook pizza. if he tries to cook something else it becomes pizza. he also microwaves cereal. there's something deeply wrong with him.

the random analog horror type silences when someone near him realises that he'll kill the most vulnerable people he can find not because they did anything but because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time and he was angry. and that he will not be found out or held responsible for this not because he's suave or smart but because he's white and wealthy and a family man and could a guy who also lost a child do something like this? of course not. that's william from the bar! he's a little surly and sometimes shit to talk to but we think it's because he's european. he makes amazing robots that our kids love and is a pillar of the community! there's a very obvious bad apple in the afton family and he's a saint for not kicking that kid out or shipping him off to juvie or the military or boarding school. and if gabriel died because he was having a bad day and that little boy sneezed at the wrong time and 'sent him over the edge' then what can you do?

eighties love ballad enjoyer!

[anderperries]

sorry your theater teacher did what

[sloppypears-ash-sg]

Mommies Know Best (OCs)

Assets!

(CW: car accident [dr*nk driving and speeding mention]/mentions of d3@/th under the cut)

Finally, Pan and Coney's moms!

Pan and Coney ARE half-siblings, but they refer to each other as full siblings.

Sundae was Coney's mom. She was loving, caring, and enjoyed hanging out with Coney and Pan. She was also pretty shy, mainly in her childhood and a bit in her adulthood, and connected with Coney because of that. She was autistic, too. Coney and Pan loved her.

Waffle Maker was Pan's mom. She worked more than Crock-Pot or Sundae, and she loved working with Pan and Coney. She helped out with schoolwork unless it was a more creative project, to which she left it to Sundae. She was dyslexic and had ADHD. Coney loved her, and so did Pan until after she died. Pan hates her.

When Coney was 11 and Pan was 7 (no pun intended), they asked Waffle Maker and Sundae to go to one of their favorite restaurants. Sundae accepted, though it took some time to convince Waffle Maker.

Waffle Maker drove the siblings and Sundae, and things were going smoothly until she had to take a detour. She got a little lost, and while turning around, a drunk driver (going over the speed limit) crashed into the car.

The result of the impact was horrible.

Pan and Coney weren't hurt too badly, just some minor injuries...

but their moms weren't so lucky.

Both of them died in the crash, unable to be recovered.

It was the first end of Pan's life as they knew it.

Keep that in mind.

[nerdyenby]

Literally fucking no one:

Me: ok but Proxy by Alex London and Detroit: Become Human are so thematically and structurally similar that putting the cast of one in the other changes both nothing and absolutely everything. Think about the fucking ramifications I am fucking begging you holy shit. There’s so much potential, my brain is exploding

[artigust]

"You shouldn't be listening to big bird right now"

A small piece from a digital zine I'm working on that will be a compilation of art, sketches, and some of my writings

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