#discord bestie

[musings-of-a-rose]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! 💖

(not on anon because I want you to know you make me happy!)

The way I saw this and completely forgot to actually respond and not make it up in my head 🤦🏼‍♀️

No, YOU make ME happy!

[onekisstotakewithme]

having online friends who are busy is just like. I LOVE YOU. I miss you. YOU GOT THIS. I'm giving you space to work. I LOVE YOU.

[chaoticgeminate]

Kelly! If I absolutely had to choose a favorite fic, it'd have to be You're So Classic. I would die for Zach & Nanette, and the way you've built their relationship activates my "healthy communication" kink like no other. Plus they are so hot it's stupid. ❤️

That being said, werewolf!Frankie owns my whole ass.

DIS ME WRITING YOU A LOVE LETTER

I love your love for Zach and Nanette, they are definitely a couple that I did not expect to come together the way they did. Initially I'd planned for a bit more resistance on both of their parts, but they took over and all but wrote their own love story.

(Werewolf Frankie is the next Iridescence update so I am pleased with this knowledge, him and Pero are crowd favorites)

[crypticscarecrow]

God I want her fit,,

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

Got inspired by a scene halfway through this fic by hangmanbradshaw so heres a hangster wip for yall!

[selfryed]

was gonna render but im not v motivated 💔 wwwy was so fucking good stop (i wasnt even there)

[yiffhubclub]

@yiffhubclub for more!

[musings-of-a-rose]

YOU DESERVE A MILLION FOLLOWERS!

GO BINGE HER MASTERLIST!!

Help write Midnight Alley!

To celebrate a few milestones, including hitting 1,000 followers, a year of posting fic on Tumblr, and several fic anniversaries, I wanted to do something fun! And since Simulated got so many requests for part 2, I thought, “give the people what they want.” But…what do you want?

So for the next couple weeks, let’s outline Midnight Alley together!

I whipped up the premise of Midnight Alley on a whim for backstory, but if we’re going to explore more of Dieter and our F!Reader’s relationship on and off camera, I could use some help figuring out exactly what this show is about. That’s where all of you come in!

Send me any and all ideas, suggestions, requests and I’ll create the backstory, and some episode lineups, to continue this story. Examples could be:

Thematic:

Why is it called Midnight Alley?

What’s the theme song?

What kind of police procedural is it? (FBI, specialized department, hometown detectives)

Any big story arcs in past seasons?

Character:

Headcanons about Dieter’s character, past and present

Supporting characters - who does he work with? (faceclaims welcome!) How do they get along?

Ideas about how they’ll write our F!Reader character into the plot

Episodes:

Tropes you’d love to see (some examples here, but in a nutshell these are often-done episodes that you see across the genre)

Narrative arcs (or lack thereof)

Scene suggestions

Behind the Camera:

Ideas about their relationship off screen

How does their work come home (and vice versa)

Here is the canon so far:

Midnight Alley is a police procedural tv show that’s been going on for three seasons. Dieter has been a co-star for all three. He’s described as having “questionable character,” and being a “brooding morally gray detective.” The general aesthetic is more serious, but with the sort of quick-witted and sharp writing you see in long-running tv dramas. Think Criminal Minds or CSI (or for newer examples, The Sinner or Mindhunter).

Our F!Reader was brought on for a one night stand in a single episode ending with Dieter leaving the next morning, but he requested for her to become a semi-recurring love interest for his character. The writers for Midnight Alley had been trying to give him a love interest for a while, but he’d nixed all of their suggestions and guest stars until her. 

Her scene with Dieter is her first sex scene, but she’s acted on screen before. It’s not Dieter’s first time, so we can assume he’s had sex scenes in the show before. 

Dieter has offered to take her to dinner, but they have not actually seen each other outside of the show.

After March 15th, I’ll compile the suggestions and start to build the Midnight Alley canon, as well as flesh out some “episodes” for future stories. I’ll also share a special surprise in early April as a thank you to everyone who participated, so stay tuned! 

There may be requests and suggestions that jive with me more than others. If you send in something that isn’t used, or is tweaked to fit the narrative as a whole, please know that I appreciate and love all the creativity you send my way, and I’m aiming to use as much of it as possible to make this fun fandom-sourced show.

Thank you all for inspiring me, for being here for all the crazy little stories I share, and for encouraging me with your comments, reblogs, and follows. You all have given me so much joy, and I am endlessly grateful to you for bringing some extra sunshine into my life.

To many more stories! (and especially to the creation of this new one!)

[borom1r]

Is Boromir's smile secretly the light of Laurelin?

(Yes.)

YOURE RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT!!!!!!

[hotminecraftsexfuckdotcom]

Are you sure there’s a God?

[sketchy-tour]

✨DANDY COMMISSION APPRECIATION POST✨

Of course, being commissions I bought, none of these lovely beautiful pieces are by me. Credits (in order) @frillsand @weevmo @lanlishiba @parrotparfait @kandavers

I am!! GONNA attempt to gush about all these pieces without devolving into keysmashes or screams but like. A. AA. AAA. I was gonna say "yall have no idea how annoying I am about Dandy" but honestly you do. You all do because I shake my silly puppet oc around CONSTANTLY.

ANYWAY I JUST!!! AUGH! ALL OF THEM MAKE ME SO HAPPY!!! The fact I get to see Dandy in art styles I love and adore around the fandom fills me with a joy I cannot even DESCRIBE to you!! OOH I JUST!!! I love them. I love these pieces. I stare at them all the time and now I'm rattling them all around at you guys!!!!! LOOK!!! LOOK AT THESE LOVELY LOVELY PIECES RN AND CHECK OUT THE ARTISTS!!!!!

[chaoticgeminate]

Hey, hello, I love them.

He's cute, she's gorgeous, the smooooosh and crooked glassessssss. I can't, they're so cute.

I started working on this on Halloween and I’m just now finishing it. Creative block has me by throat, but we pushed through! Javi deserves a sweet bean he can pull into his lap to kiss whenever he wants.

Thank you guys for sticking around with me all this time ♥️

24.5 hours in procreate

[chaoticgeminate]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out 💗

Hazel ❤

Thank you love, right back at you. I don't know how I ever got lucky enough to find you and now I could never imagine my life without you!

[whumpinator]

Hey writers! I need some advice.

So, it's well understood that the courtesy of online commentary is if you see something you like, say something they like; AKA, comment, comment, comment.

I'm just wondering if there's such a thing as TOO much. Like, is there a line between "enthusiastic fan pumped for your content" and "Standing at your window, huffing on the glass" and is that line underneath fifteen thousand words of praise, general analysis and fan theories?

Asking for a friend.

[nina-scribbles]

What do you mean? Dragoon has a great fashion sense. (+a template)

[aidaronan]

Welcome to the Lube Chute!

Some We're-A-Package-Deal Summer Job Stobin crack, dedicated to @griefabyss69. Also shout out to @wynnyfryd who said the Lube Chute sounded like the location of Stobin's next fail summer job after Family Video got destroyed. "No, I'm telling you, Steve. We have to say it every time."

"We have to say, 'Welcome to the Lube Chute, where our main goal is fillin' all your holes,' every time?"

"Every time." Robin shrugged her shoulders. "It's the whole 'ocean of flavor' thing all over again." She'd started at the Lube Chute a week before him, owing to his need to hover over Eddie while his body knitted itself back together. By the time Steve had decided Eddie could get to the fridge and the bathroom on his own, she had been deemed competent enough to show him the register and inventory procedures.

"Yeah, except 'ocean of flavor' was about ice cream," Steve said. "And this is about, you know, rubber dicks."

"That's the way of stupid retail, huh." Robin sighed dramatically and hopped upon the counter. Next to her sat an open box of flavored lubes. She picked up a pricing gun and started affixing them with stickers.

A few minutes later, the door dinged with the sound of someone pushing their way into the shop. A regular-looking latino man in jeans and a faded Zeppelin tee stepped into the shop.

Steve gave Robin a pleading look, and she pulled her lips thin in sympathy and mouthed, "sorry, your turn." God. Welp. He may as well rip off the Band-Aid.

"Welcome to the Lube Chute," Steve said flatly, "where our goal is fillin' holes."

The guy snorted softly and went on his way, moving toward a rack of adult video tapes. Meanwhile, Robin kept her head down, looking pointedly to where she'd slapped a $.3.99 label onto a bottle of Maxxx Slick Strawberry.

"Like obviously I don't care," she said. "But it is 'where our main goal is fillin' all your holes.'"

"Ugh." Steve rolled his eyes up at the ceiling. "Why is it, like, so long?"

Curling his chin back around, he found the customer at the counter holding Dr. Lovesmuscles's Foot Long Schlong. The customer looked between it and Steve before raising his eyebrows. Shit and fuck. For the first time in literally ever, Steve wished he was back in those tiny Scoops shorts.

"I wasn't... I didn't mean the... I..." Steve stared at the guy over the counter and then gave up on trying to explain, punching things into the register as fast as he could so he could end the interaction. "So for the video and the toy, that comes to $18.39 with tax."

Steve made made change for a $20, put the guy's things into a nondescript brown paper bag, and then bit back a groan when he realized he had to embarrass himself one more time before it was all over.

"Thank you for visiting the Lube Chute. Remember if the base ain't flared, it doesn't go up there. Have a nice day!"

Next to him, Robin coughed into her elbow. When Steve looked over, he found her reading the back of one of the lube bottles, this one watermelon flavored.

"What do you think potassium sorbate even is?" Robin asked. "I mean, I know what potassium is. I passed chem and got into college—go Wildcats. Just... potassium sorbate. What does it even do?"

Steve stared at her for a long moment and then snatched the pricing gun from her hand. #

It was late July. August loomed and with it so did the end of possibly their last summer job together. After this, they were both slated to leave Hawkins. Robin to Northwestern, Steve to Chicago to be near her (and because it made sense as a base for Eddie to work on growing his music career.)

On this particular Wednesday, they had a huge shipment of video tapes to go through. Other than the scantily clad and sometimes fully nude women on the covers, it felt a lot like being back at Family Video. They quickly priced and stocked the tapes that were for sale, and then they worked on storing the covers for the rentals and putting them in the rental cases and then into the system.

"God, Steve, I am just, like, so gay," Robin whispered under her breath for the fifth or sixth time as she stared wide-eyed at a VHS cover. On it, a redheaded woman stared into the camera, her breasts exposed, her hand disappearing down the front of her very thin white panties. "You do know you can just, like, check one of these out, right?" Steve asked. "You're an adult. No one would—" Steve cut himself off when the bell over the door jingled. Jumping at the sound, Robin almost dropped the tape, fumbling with it several times before Steve snatched it from the air and handed it back to her. She was blushing hard when she went to put it into the computer.

One crisis averted, Steve turned toward the door to find one of the owners coming in. Shit.

Steve had slacked off on the welcome and goodbye phrases over the course of the summer because, well, he didn't want to say them. And now he wasn't sure he even remembered them properly. Shit, shit, shit.

He smiled and nodded as the owner approached the counter. Stephanie was a sleek, blonde woman who looked nothing like the kind of person you might expect to own a sex shop.

"Order come in okay?" she asked.

"Oh, uh, one damaged tape so far," Steve said. "Definitely an improvement over the last order."

'If the base is too...' No, that wasn't it.

"Love to hear that since I spent 3 hours yelling at the distributor after that incident."

'Where we fill holes for...' Definitely not.

"Yeah, right, sucked for us too beca—" Steve froze as a customer walked into the shop. He looked over at Robin, hoping to catch her eyes for a save, but she was laser-focused on sorting another box of tapes into alphabetical order for processing.

Fuck. Steve smiled at the incoming customer. Okay, he could do this. Deep breath, winning smile. "Welcome to the Lube Chute, where our main goal is fillin' all your holes."

Robin inhaled a deep gasp right around the same time that Stephanie burst into raucous laughter, throwing her head back and exposing her slender throat. In another life where he wasn't already tits over ass for Eddie Munson, he would've had to fall a little in love with her.

"Oh my God, that is too good." Stephanie wiped tears form her eyes with her thumbs and then giggled a few more times. "Jesus, Steve. Did you come up with that on your own?"

"Wha—?" Steve snapped his eyes over to Robin, who had her teeth set in grimace that would have been comedic at any other time. Shoulders pulled up around her ears, her eyes bled with apology.

Steve clenched his jaw and turned back to Stephanie, slipping into the most suave persona he could muster under those conditions. "Oh, you know, just thought you'd get a kick out of it."

"Well, you were right about that." Stephanie shook her head and grabbed the money bag to take it to the bank. "'Fillin' holes!" She laughed again on her way out the door.

Steve watched like a hawk as her car pulled out of the parking lot and then rounded on Robin, voice low as the customer browsed the "New Videos!" display.

"You told me we HAD to say..."

"Oh my God, I was gonna tell you after, like, a week, but then you stopped doing it on your own, so I just kinda..." Robin made a wobbly gesture with both hands, and Steve sighed deeply.

"You're walking home today," he said, but they both knew he didn't mean it, especially when his lunch break rolled around and he saved her half his orange as usual. # It was still July, and they could see the customer approaching from the parking lot. "Steve," Robin said. "Steve, please." "I want to point out that it's your own fault that you have to do this now, officially, as part of company policy. Because Stephanie liked it so much." "Steve, but..." Steve jutted his hip out against the counter and crossed his arms, waiting. With the same put-upon sigh he'd grown used to at Scoops and Family Video, Robin drew herself up taller and slapped her hands down on either side of the register. Through the front door, a fat woman with curly brown hair stepped into the shop. Robin beamed at her. "Welcome to the Lube Chute! Where our main goal is fillin' all your holes."