#fresh moodbord

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[cranberrymoons]

inspiration saturday/seven sentence sunday

all in one and a week late! thank you @penny00dreadful for the tag, and if you know me at all you know where this is going. we're talking PIRATES BABY

inspiration: this started out as a simple conversation in the discord that went something like: "@eddiemonth day 11 is pirates and kinktober day 11 is sensory deprivation (blindfolds). what should i do???" which has devolved with startling speed into what is shaping up to be a novel-length ofmd au which in all honesty will not be released for a while because it's turning out to be much longer than i expected it to be. so I give you this very small moodbord that I've cobbled together from random pinterest images, and yes, there is jimmy buffet neon included here. and yes, it is set in the early 18th century. it is a very unserious au, with lots of silly funtimes and also lots of general pirate antics

Steve eyes him up and down, then makes a face. “You’re the boss?”

“Eddie,” he says. Then he clears his throat, and in a lower voice, “The Dread Pirate Munson.”

Steve just shakes his head. He takes a breath, squinting at the stairs that he assumes lead to quarters. There’s a door at the top, which isn’t barred, but the slightly-scary-definitely-insane pirate is between him and freedom.

“Alright, dread pirate,” he says. He plants his hands on his hips. “What are you going to do with me?”

“I already told you, we’re –”

“And I already told you, ransoming me isn't going to work,” Steve says. “So?”

Eddie blinks. “Well, we can’t just give you back.”

“Then you can either kill me,” Steve says, jutting out his chin. “Or you can find me a bed. Either way, you’re getting me a pair of shoes and some fresh clothes, because whether I’m staying here or dying, I’m not doing it like this.”

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no pressure tags! @steventhusiast @starryeyedjanai @satanssugar @medusapelagia @momotonescreaming

[beepbeeprichiellc]

eddie and richie traveling the world as friends and falling in love in the process??? for the moodbord thingy

It had been six weeks since they had left Derry. 42 days from the moment they had waved their friends goodbye, boarded a plane with no return ticket and never looked back. There was no destination, no plan just two friends with a years worth of money, a backpack filled with wrinkled clothes and empty passports.Richie had insisted it be this way, that they made no schedule and-after weeks of badgering-Eddie agree. They went where the world took them, meeting new people and learning things that they had been blind too before. 

It all started freshmen year of high school, when Richie had crawled through Eddie’s window with a fresh shiner, courtesy of Wentworth Tozier. They said very little that night, allowing the tension to rise and fall with melody that played from the burnt CD the trashmouth had brought in his school bag. Richie smoked out while Eddie watched, the small and timid boy admiring the way the trail of nicotine danced around his friends face. 

With one long exhale, Richie looked over to him and half smiled. “Promise me something Eds.”

“What’s that?” Eddie muttered, trying to ignore the bubble of emotion in his stomach. 

“Promise me that after we graduate, that you’ll run away with me. That we will just pack a bag and leave this shity ass town.” 

Eddie was taken aback by the dark tone that slipped into the air, Richie’s auburn eyes staring back him with fire dancing behind them. He debated telling him no, admitting that he would never in his life be brave enough to leave his safety net even if it was with his best friend. The truth hung on the tip of his tongue, desperately trying to push forward. Swallowing that down he nodded, replying just above a whisper. “Okay Rich. I promise.” 

The smile on the trashmouths face was worth it all. 

Four years later they were sitting at a coffee shop in some town just east of Berlin trying desperately to order using the book before them. The rain poured down outside, and the dirty look on the waitresses face spoke volume. Eddie smiled timidly, finishing his butchering of the native language sending way the harsh girl’s glare. Richie was chuckling by now, his soaked clothes sticking to his lanky body. “I think you called her mother a cow.” 

“I did not!” Eddie snapped, pushing back his damp hair from his eyes. “And we wouldn’t even be here if you would have just let that guy give us a ride.”

“Okay, how was I supposed to know it was going to storm? That was just bad luck on our part.” 

“Whatever.” Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Doesn’t matter anyways, we are stuck here till the rain lets up.” 

“Could be worse.” Richie replied, looking around the quaint space. “We could be back at that hostel, I know how much you hated being watched while you showered.” 

“It makes me feel dirty.” Eddie said, shivering at the memory. “I don’t know how you did it.” 

“Meh, when I was in the children’s home I got used to it.” Richie muttered, brushing off the sad look that came from the boy across from him. “At least I didn’t get hit when I didn’t wash behind my ears.” 

Eddie said nothing, because when it came to Richie’s rough past there was nothing to say. Instead he allowed a comfortable silence to engulf them, their coffee being delivered with another dirty look. Eddie sipped the bitter liquid, wondering just when things had gotten so complicated. Cautiously he stole a glance, looking up to Richie with wide eyes. He had grown so much since that night spent on his bedroom floor. So long were his childish looks, his chin molding from stone and his cheeks from marble. Eddie didn’t know how, but it had taken six counties for him to realize the feelings that began to sizzle under his skin. He was in love, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not shake it. 

“Do you regret it?” Richie surprised him, looking at him softly. 

“Regret what?” Eddie asked, dropping his gaze to the oak table. 

“Do you regret getting on that plane? I know sleeping in parks and subways, eating disgustingly cheap food and washing in public sinks was never something you signed up for. Be honest, do you regret running away with me?” There was am emotion swimming in his dark pools, begging for validation. Sometimes Richie got like this, the weight of the world bearing down on his shoulders, and in those few moments he turned to the only thing that made sense, the only thing that had stood by him when everything came tumbling down. 

Eddie took in a deep breath, shaking his head. “Not for one second.” 

Richie smiled. “Me neither.” 

[isamiracle]

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