#july 16th au

[disasterousduo]

just wanted to put this down

ships for AUs:

Dead Sun: none

July 16th: idk… ¯_(ツ)_/¯ (maaaaaybe EcliprexSun? But probably not)

BloodSun: idk ¯_(ツ)_/¯ (SolarMoon?) SOLARRUIN! IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY IN TBHIS AU!!

Pirate Fairytale: SunxFoxy, MontyxEarth, RoxyxChica, FreddyxBonnie (maybe)

Happy Apocalypse: MontyxEarth (probably)

Moon with no Sun: LunarxGemini (for alittle bit), EclipsexFlare, SunxRoxy, SunxComputer (maybe idk), RoxyxChica

[h-didanart]

It is July 16th.

A date known across this world and many more. A day forever marked in the memories of the Celestial bots. A sad day, an omen of struggles to come.

It is also the day a certain pair fully woke up. Deemed to be their date of “birth” if one were to say it so. The twins of the blood moon, though no longer at play, are honored on this day.

The day of the massacre.

That damned day.

The moon is up high, red shine illuminating the deck. A place of importance this was to the twins. A place where many others have agreed to meet.

The feral one starts, calm for once. Under their hood, white eyes look at the sky, pondering on the fate of them who shared their code. They approach a lamppost and place their offering, a giant scythe, for whatever hunts the twins may partake in the afterlife. They lower their head, uncharacteristically silent, and make their way back to the group.

It is a while before anyone else moves, though before long them who’ve retired approach. In truth they hadn’t wanted to come, at least not with the others. They hadn’t seen a point when all they shared was a name. They shake their head and look at the moon. Though not exactly the same, they supposed they still understood. At least the real ones could be at rest now, free of all the shackles and free of any pain. They place the copper dagger at the base, and turn back to the rest, for once their quietness not questioned by the fellow pairs.

The hunter and harvest moons stare up at the stars, hand in hand. They were next in line to pay respects. A basket of flower chains they’ve brought, orange, and pink, and white, they could not find any red. They place them around the lamppost, tying the strings so they wouldn’t fly away. They pause and take a look at the small memorial, wondering if without their family this would be them. They hold one another closer at the thought. They hope the flower smell could reach those separated by death and reunited once again, the not unpleasant smell was one they knew could help.

He took a step forward, then another. He hadn’t expected this to be so difficult, it was a struggle for him just to walk, but he couldn’t just not show up. Not again. Once reaching the lamppost he glances up at the sky, a memory quickly flashing by. He looks down again, trying to keep himself calm. A comforting hand rests on his shoulder, his friend had arrived as soon as he had called. Together they leave the plushie on the ground, the lone twin looking back once more, glad to know at least the other him was no longer alone.

The vampire walks up to the lamppost. They were the ones who came up with this event. Truth be told they hadn’t expected so many others to agree to it, it was meant as a small ceremony of sorts, though they supposed it was good in the end. To have so many others show their respect. They kneel and place down the charm they had prepared, a ‘good luck in the afterlife’ so they’ve read. They hoped the other them was doing well in hell, they knew how awful it could get down there.

They don’t know why they agreed to this, they really didn’t. The guy was awful, a murderer, a freak. But… it didn’t feel right for them to not show up. With unpracticed care, they wobble over to the memorial, a scarlet ribbon in their hands. They figured the originals would like that shade more than their preferred orange and wine. It took some time but they eventually managed to tie the ribbon around the post, their shared body stumbling back and nearly falling over thereafter. They went back to their place wondering if this is what Kaycee felt whenever she looked at them.

Both humans walk up at once. The older holding a bag close to their chest, a fitting sacrifice for their alternate selves they believed; the youngest had a necklace of a red stone they had found, they weren’t really sure what else they could’ve gotten. They both place their offerings at the same time, necklace on the base and cow’s head to the side. The older stood up and looked at the red sky. Such a pretty view it was, they were glad they could see it together, such luck they had had. Unfortunate the others couldn’t have a fraction of it, to be ripped apart like that was not something easily left behind. Though they were both dead now so perhaps it didn’t matter at all. The youngest stood up as well, talking out loud to themselves. They knew of the twin’s status at their deaths, so upsetting to think they’d had no one but themselves. It was small and they couldn’t answer anymore, but they had still offered a place in their family’s home, they knew for sure they’d leave an open space for them at dinner today.

Death itself was there, or at least one of them. The butterfly god had agreed to let its new soul out, to mourn or grieve or whatever they were busy at. The young god and their still mortal twin approach the place for gifts, still in sync despite the many differences developed. They place the flower down, the mortal tying the previously left necklace around the vase’s mouth. They both look back at the moon and stars, slightly at peace at seeing what will be. This is their future, perhaps not exact, but very close to it. A soul destined to death, and a pair to never separate.

They were last in line, and last arrived, recent arrivals to the group over all. To find so many others with the same affliction had been both surprising and sad, even more when learning of their brother’s reputation. Still, the new twins step forth, moral support sun at their side. They knew little of these alternates, just that they were villains and rejoiced in death, and they loved one another dearly to an immeasurable extent. Such a duality hurt their brain, but they figured they’d still pay their respects. A black cloak in their hands, one of the many they had, a perfect tool for sneaking around in the dark, they figured it’s something the dead killers would like. They step back after placing it down, their brother behind them, and all three let their thoughts wander to what in their future might happen.

Once all were done there was silence. No one really had anything to say, all of them holding their own thoughts over the death of this version of them. And one by one, each pair left, returning to their worlds and their daily lives. Some came home to celebrations of their own, some to quiet halls, some to rotten bark. But in the end, whether better or worse, they all arrived to their friends and family, and, if only for one night, let themselves appreciate what they had, what they could’ve lost.

May the twins find mayhem in the afterlife, may they burn in hell side by side. Happy birthday Bloodmoon,

and please never come back.

full picture below,

[meowierz]

@bloodmoon-da-idiot @escapetheslaughter @chaotic-bloodmoon @blood-boi

JUMPSCARES U ALL WITH A SHIT SKETCH!!!! IM BACK!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVEN THO YALL DID NOT LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER YEAR!! HOPE YALL PULL BACK UP FOR HALLOWEEN OR SOMETHING!!

[seven-thewanderer]

Okay I may not be drawing rn, but I wanted to add some things for my Strayed! AU:

Since Sun in my AU is a femboy, I still wanna add even though he enjoys dressing more femininely at times, he’s still a guy So he doesn’t want to be a girl, he just likes occasionally dressing ‘like a girl’ :3

ALSO

ALSO ALSO ALSO

I was just gonna leave it at the previous thing about Sun but then I remembered this thing I decided while I was gone and I really really wanna share that and I cannot believe I almost forgot it so let me just actually get to the point and stop quick-rambling:

In the Strayed!AU, I kinda wanted to go Stitchwraith route with Dazzle (or like. Whatever that other canon FNAF animatronic is with the multiple kid souls in one body)

So… Dazzle isn’t only Evelyn… but all of the kids :T

Huey, Howie, Jamie, James, and Jackie. All 6 of em

And they didn’t realize this until after Moon did his scan & made Dazzle (specifically Evelyn) a body, so they still had to put all of them into that one body as Moon had to then make 5 more bodies.

…so that does lead to Strayed!AU Sun trying to be a Father of 6-

But yeah I still haven’t designed them all yet, since I don’t know much about those other kids yet, except for the occasional info from the Eclipse and Puppet show…

But here’s kinda what I got so far (for when they get separate bodies btw):

Evelyn’s body is still tiny deer

Howie’s a fox (because he was close to Foxy in EAPS I’m pretty sure)

and I’m still stumped on the rest of the kids, because I’ve been trying to use the LAES July 16th Video (around the 12 min mark), the SAMS July 16th Vid w/ Dazzle (around 7:12?) and some videos on EAPS to figure out each kid that was close with an animatronic, but I keep getting confused

Cus I think James might’ve been close with Monty, and I think Jamie was close with Lefty? But I wanted to make them similar animals cus they’re twins (according to SAMS Sun) and idk if an alligator is close enough to a bear and then also I can’t find stuff about Huey and Jackie on EAPS, and also Sun never mentions Jackie on SAMS if I heard him correctly? He mentions Jackie’s name on LAES when he lists the names, but on SAMS I heard him say ‘Kid’ and use ‘he’, so if Jackie was called Kid and was a boy then okay, but other than that I couldn’t find any Jackie info, and then I also just couldn’t find stuff about Huey either? And then I think Howie was the one close with Foxy so I made him a fox, which I feel like fits him being quiet, and Evelyn’s obviously a deer.

But yeah I had that idea, but now I’ve just put myself in confusion…

[darkness-drawz]

EARLY-ISH JULY 16TH SPECIAL! HAPPY CANON BDAY BLOODTWINS!

[himbosandhardwear]

Steddie I pre-S4 I secret relationship AU I rated M I 3.9 k I angst I S4 fix-it I time skips

This was going to be a fully fleshed out story but I lost the umpf to finish, it just felt unnecessary to commit to an entire fic, so here's the rough draft for anyone interested.

July 10th, 1985

Eddie answered the door to find Steve Harrington standing off the porch, one foot on the bottom step, looking a bit like mangled raccoon roadkill, with somehow still an immaculate head of hair.

“Whoa, man, who'd you piss off this time?”

Steve slow blinked up at him. “I don't wanna talk about it. You open for business?”

He didn't normally take house calls but they weren't in school right now - Steve never would be again, the lucky bastard - and Eddie was saving up for a new amp, so yeah, he was open for business today.

“For you, Moneybags, always.” He held the door open wide.

Steve walked in, mumbling, “Not sure Moneybags is accurate now that I'm unemployed.”

“Well, then your money is even more precious. You could've spent it all on Budweiser but you chose me.” He fluttered his eyelashes at Steve.

“Don't know any other drug dealers,” he pointed out.

Eddie scowled. “C'mon, man, give me the illusion of being special.”

Steve's lips quirked, playful, even though it must've been stretching that cut painfully. “Oh, Munson, only your steller ditch weed can save me!”

Eddie would never admit it but the fact that he played along, albeit sarcastically, made him give Steve an extra pre-roll for free.

***

Aug 16th 1985

“And I said to her, ‘You can't expect me to tell you that. It's against the bro code or something,’ not that we were ever actually bros, it's the principle, right? But then she gives me the fuckin’ wet eyes, like I'm killing her-”

Eddie wasn't really listening, he was more focused on the task at hand, but Steve was a talker and Eddie had made peace with that weeks ago, so he politely hummed and nodded as needed to keep him going.

“Shit.”

“What?” Steve stopped monologuing to ask.

“Nothin’, just didn't have as much in this bag as I thought.” He put the tray aside and got up to grab another sack. There should be enough to round out Steve's usual six joints in his dresser stash.

“Anyway,” Steve continued on, unperturbed by the interruption, “I said to her-” He continued to wax about Nancy fucking Wheeler while Eddie dug through his top drawer. Ridiculous man couldn't wait thirty seconds, no, had to follow Eddie into his room. “Like Byers has the balls to cheat on her, ya know? And what the fuck am I supposed to do about it if he did? Fly to California and… Huh.”

“What?”

He was so wrapped up in looking for the right strain, he didn't turn to look until Steve's continued silence became weird.

He should've just given Steve five joints and charged him less.

“Uhhh. I can explain?”

Steve looked up from the skinmag on Eddie's side table and laughed. Actually laughed. “Oh yeah? I'd love to hear it.”

Why did he look so happy about it? Christ, he was literally bouncing on his toes.

“You're being weirdly chill about this,” he pointed out when Steve continued to grin.

“It's just funny, I guess. I have that same one.”

Time stopped. It started back up of course but not in any way that made sense. Because Steve was giving him that look, that open faced ‘See anything you like?’ look, with the steely eyed determination of a man who knew what he was doing. He'd seen that look before, in clubs, on the street. The problem Eddie was trying to work out wasn't so much ‘Could Steve Harrington really be queer?’, it was ‘Could Steve Harrington really want to fuck around with me?’

“What the fuck does that mean?” He asked, sure he was reading this wrong.

Steve cocked his head. “It means exactly what it sounds like.”

He turned to give Steve his full attention. “You, Steve Harrington, own the August edition of Drummer magazine.”

“Yes.”

“The gay porn mag.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

He watched as Steve's face turned a lovely shade of pink. “To look at pictures of naked men and jerk off,” he said calmly, despite the blush. “Also the articles are well written and informative.”

That shocked a laugh out of Eddie. He crossed his arms and leaned up against the dresser. “Uh huh. What was your favorite one?”

“That story about the military rites of passage. Something about being told what to do gets me going.”

It could've just been a good guess, Eddie supposed, but he didn't think so.

“Oh yeah, private?” He said, all bravado. “Drop and give me twenty.”

The bravado died a soldier's death as he watched Steve hit the floor, on his knees, and then begin doing actual pushups. He watched up until twelve or so - the play of muscle under that blue and white polo was really something - before stopping him with a laugh.

“Get up, you fuckin' jock. We get it, you're in great shape.”

Steve did stop but only so he could sit back on his heels, hands placed firmly on his thighs, to look up at Eddie as though awaiting further instructions.

He gulped.

***

Sept 28th 1985

Eddie had his hand down Steve's pants, sucking a sizable hickey on his neck, when Steve blurted out, “Teen Wolf is playing at the Drive-In in Shelbyville.”

He backed away slowly, swimming through a haze of horny confusion to mumble, “The fuck?”

“Um. Just sayin'.”

“‘Just sayin'?’ Why are you ‘just sayin'’ right now?” He articulated this with a heavy squeeze to Steve's dick.

“Ha!” Steve arched toward him while also wincing in embarrassment. “I just wanted to ask before I forgot.”

A drop of cold lead sank Eddie's stomach. “Ask…what?”

He blinked at Eddie in the dark. “Do you wanna go? To the movies? With me?”

Heat washed out the cold feeling and replaced it with mounting anger; Eddie slowly pulled his hand from Steve's pants. He watched Eddie back away with wide-eyed confusion, going to ask what was wrong probably, but Eddie beat him to it, unwilling to hear the concern in his voice.

“I thought you understood what this was, Harrington. We don't do dates,” he spit the word like a curse. “That's something you do with the nice girls from your daddy's country club. We get each other off in the back of my van, where no one can see it rocking. Right? That's what this is.”

Steve's whole face shut down, giving nothing away. He gave Eddie a small nod, doing his pants back up. That was probably for the best, he was too rattled to get off now anyway.

“Yeah, I think we're done for today. Come see me when you remember what it is I'm good for.”

Steve didn't respond, just kicked open Eddie's back doors and hopped out. The beemer started a second later, not peeling out angrily, not kicking up gravel and dust in its wake, just drifted off into the night.

Eddie's hand shook as he tried to light a cigarette, flame winking in and out as his fingers slipped, another thing Steve had ruined. What an asshole, he thought, still furious. What the fuck was he thinking, asking Eddie out? That they'd just go to the movies together? Like a couple of regular people? Didn't he know that's not how things worked? If you're lucky, which Eddie was, you find a mentor to teach you the rules of staying safe. If you're not lucky, you learn the hard way.

Going steady with rich, popular boys was not on the list of approved activities.

Eddie snapped his cigarette in half and chucked it out the back door. The black of the lake beyond the trees, near invisible under a waxing moon, left him feeling sick to his stomach and lonely. The nights were getting too chilly to sit with the doors open anyway. He swung them shut and shrugged his flannel back on. The memory of Steve running his warm hands over Eddie's shoulders, slipping it off as he ran them down his back, struck Eddie like a slap to the face.

He shouldn't have freaked out. He could've handled it better. It wasn't Steve's fault he didn't know the rules. He didn't have someone like Gil to warn him about how dangerous it was out there. Oh well, it was too late to take it back now. He'd apologize when Steve came around again.

***

Oct 10th 1985

“I just don't get why he won't talk to me. I tried to see him at Family Video and he ran into the back office and locked the door. Buckley just stared at me until I was sure my hair would catch fire. Like I ever did anything to her,” he grumbled.

“Ed,” Gil sighed over the phone like Eddie was being particularly stupid, “he wanted to take you out and you yelled at him.”

When he said it like that it sounded reasonable. “Yeah, except we don't do that! You taught me that! That's not safe!”

“Oh, no. Oh, Eddie,” he sighed again. It was really starting to piss him off. “I didn't mean for you to take that to heart. You can't shut out everyone who might love you-”

“Love me?!” He screeched. “Are you insane? He didn't love me!”

“I'm not saying he did, I just mean you can't expect everyone you sleep with is going to agree no strings attached forever. Eventually you're going to fall for someone, and then all the bullshit running around in secret, that shit becomes worth it. I wasn't trying to stop you from falling in love, I was just trying to teach you how to get around safely.”

Eddie sputtered. He was so confused. Where was the burly, son of a bitch, leather vest wearing, biker bear who once told Eddie where to find the best glory holes in a new town? What the fuck was the shit about falling in love? That wasn't supposed to be in the cards for him. And certainly not with Steve Harrington. That was never going to be a thing. Not in the cards, not in the casino, not in Las Vegas itself! But all of a sudden he was allowed to date if he was sure the other person was worthy? Since when?!

Gil, instead of taking pity on him, doubled down. “I think it's probably too late with this Steve fella, but Eddie, don't push away the next one who takes an interest in you. Okay? It's still rough out there, it's still dangerous, but, god, what is any of this for if we aren't allowed to be in love?”

“You asshole,” he sniffed, “where was all this lovely advice two years ago?”

“You were a kid, dumb ass. If I'd told you to run off with the first guy who gave you butterflies, you'd be dead already. I was trying to keep you safe first, cut me some slack!”

“Fine! But I still blame you for fucking me on the Harrington thing. You have no idea what you cost me. Literally and figuratively. The wallet and the ass on that man.” He wasn't going to admit to missing the man attached to the wallet and the ass. It was too fresh of a realization.

“I'm sorry, kid. Seems like you really liked him.”

“What? No I didn't.”

“That why you called me and ranted about him for a half hour straight? Because you don't like him?”

Eddie scowled at the sink. “Shut up.”

Gil sighed at him again.

***

March 29th, 1986

A car had pulled up.

His blood was rushing in his ears, nothing but the sound of the ocean in a giant seashell, like the one his mom had kept on her dresser, so he didn't hear the voice at first. It wormed its way into his understanding slowly, a male voice, low, calling his name.

He grasped the bottle tighter, waited until the voice got closer, and then sprang out from under the tarp. His senses grew sharp, focusing on the dark shape in front of him. They came together hard, fell into the wall with a jarring crash. All thoughts went into stopping the body against him from hurting him first.

Hands grasped his wrist to keep the bottle from finding its mark. Strong hands, with wide knuckles, ones that Eddie hadn't seen in six months but still, unbidden, saw in his dreams.

He finally looked up and found Steve Harrington at the end of his makeshift knife.

“It's me, Eds, it's me” he was panting. “You're safe. I promise. It's okay.” He kept repeating it until Eddie finally let go of the bottle. Let go and then buried his face into Steve's neck and wept. He couldn't stop it, it just came out of him, everything, all the terror and confusion and guilt.

“I didn't do it, I didn't hurt her, it wasn't me,” he kept repeating.

“I know. I know, Eds, I know you didn't,” Steve answered, hand still running over the back of his head. Like the last six months were just a terrible dream.

He didn't even notice Steve wasn't alone, not until Henderson clasped him around the shoulder and told him there were things living under Hawkins, things that would make a horde of Beholders turn tail and run.

And they'd been dealing with it all since ‘83?

Which meant Steve was already a hardened veteran when he was goofing off in Eddie's trailer, making tusks out of pretzel rods and calling Ewoks by the wrong name.

“Jesus Christ.” He put his head between his knees and did his best to ignore Steve's hand rubbing up and down his back. He didn't want the comfort but he took it anyway.

***

March 31st 1986

“Hey, Eddie,” Steve pulled up next to him, skipping over the slimy Devil Roots with ease, “I just wanted to say thanks for savin’ my ass back there.”

Eddie chuckled lowly, not ready to say, ‘You know what you did, you macho asshole.’ “Pretty sure Wheeler saved your ass but you're welcome.”

“You definitely helped. I mean, you didn't have to swim through a portal to hell after me but you did.”

The shame of Steve giving him even an ounce of credit crept up his throat and started to choke him. Steve had been getting drug to hell by some unknown force and still Eddie had hesitated. He was a coward.

“Man, I just didn't want to be the asshole who stayed behind.”

The silence felt damning, like he should've just kept his mouth shut.

Steve jammed his hands into his ratty sweatpants. “Right.”

Now he thought Eddie didn't care at all.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he whispered, “You know that's not the whole truth, right? I know things are weird between us but I don't want you dead.”

He had to keep his eyes on the ground as they walked but out of his periphery he could see Steve nod.

“Yeah. I get it.”

He didn't but Eddie didn't know what else to say. He hadn't let himself think about what they were to each other now. Not friends, not ex’s, not strangers. He’d tried not to think about Steve at all - except what he couldn't avoid, like Henderson’s obsession with him and things his brain forced him to remember at night - since whatever they were doing ended. Since Steve left and never came back.

He opened his mouth to soften the moment, tell Steve how Henderson would've killed him in a more creative way than Vecna if he'd let Steve die, but Steve cut him off.

“I should thank you for that too.”

Eddie chanced looking over.

“For what?”

“For ending things when you did.”

The squirm in his gut worsened. They hadn't talked about it. He didn't want to talk about it. “Oh?” He choked out.

“Yeah, I was, uh, making a bigger thing out of what we, what we were doing, than I should've. I blame Robin for enabling me, she's the one who said to just ask you out like a normal person. Sorry for making it weird and ruining it. Always trying to give my heart to people who don't want it.” He chuckled morosely. “Anyway, thanks, I guess. You probably saved me from a lot more heartache later down the line.” He slapped Eddie on the back, like they were old chums, and then he skipped up to the girls without a backwards glance.

Eddie stood there, alone, gaping at his retreating back.

***

April 1st, 1986

Eddie had always been good at compartmentalizing. When his mom got sick, he got really into Tolkien, let that be his focal point in a storm of hospital visits and missed days at school. When his dad got picked up and sent to prison, he let Wayne teach him how to play guitar, which he spent most of his waking hours on. When Steve made it clear he was done with Eddie, he packed up the little pocket of time they had, the enjoyment he'd found in Steve's company, and folded it under the recesses of his mind, told himself it was all for the best, to not think of it again, and then he threw himself into Hellfire.

So, now that he’d found himself in another untenable situation, clarity struck Eddie like lightning as he thrashed on the ground - Hey, dumbass, Steve Harrington actually liked you, wanted to date you, would've fallen for you, and you fucking blew it. Not only did you blow it, you broke his fucking heart.

It was an asinine thought to have while he was actively dying but considering the alternative was acknowledging that he was being eaten alive by demon bats, he welcomed thoughts of Steve.

Steve, who Eddie had convinced himself was just scratching an itch with someone who wouldn't tell, but who had actually been telling his best friend the whole time.

Steve, who came over for weed but stayed to hang out, sometimes for hours, well before they were fooling around.

Steve, who wasn't anything like Eddie had assumed he would be, was exactly the kinda guy Eddie would've fallen for. If he was allowed.

But he had been allowed, the whole time apparently, and was too stupid to notice.

Henderson showed up a minute later, just as the bats collapsed around him, thank god. If he'd gotten the asshole killed he was fairly certain Steve would've brought him back somehow just to kill him again.

He wasted a lot of breath apologizing to Dustin, agreeing that he was totally gonna make it. Wasted some more trying to bequeath Hellfire to him. Wasted his last breath to say, “Tell Steve I'm sorry.”

Dustin wouldn't understand what for but maybe Steve would.

Just before he lost consciousness he caught Dustin saying, “Tell him yourself,” and then something that sounded suspiciously like, “Eddie! No.”

But by then he was gone.

***

Date unknown, 1986

He was never sure if what he was experiencing was real or not. Since the pain had stopped everything had a surreal quality, mostly flashes of light, some sound trickled in, shouting and crying and tires squealing; all of it was fleeting and seemed unimportant.

The first thing that felt real was Wayne's voice. Gruff and short and so, so familiar. It brought tears to his eyes. He was pretty sure anyway, hard to tell when he couldn't open them yet.

“Get your boy, Fletch, or I'm gonna break his arm.”

“Now, Wayne, we're just doin’ our job,” Chief Powell said in a softer tone than Wayne's snarl or Callahan's offense.

“Either one of you touch a hair on his head, I'll-”

“Have Steve call his famous lawyer dad,” Robin piped up from somewhere in the room, thankfully stopping Wayne from further incriminating himself.

“He's a divorce attorney,” Steve mumbled. “But he knows people!” He rallied after what Eddie imagined was a look from Robin.

A beat went by, Eddie almost slipped away in the quiet, before Chief Powell spoke up again. “You're all gonna go to bat for this kid?”

Steve responded first. “He's a hero.”

Eddie didn't get to enjoy that for long, a nurse came in to shuffle them all out of the room so they could re-up his pain meds and then it was nighty-night again.

***

Date Unknown, 1986

The next time Eddie woke, it was dark in the room, only a bit of light coming in from under the door and from the parking lot lights outside. His eyes felt gritty, heavy with sleep, but he could make out the shape of Steve in the chair beside his bed.

He was awake, staring down at the side of Eddie's mattress.

No.

Eddie followed his gaze and found Steve staring at his hand where it laid across his own forearm, careful of the tubes they were both hooked to. As soon as he saw it, he became aware of the warmth of it, Steve's huge hand draped over his cold skin.

“Feels nice,” he tried to say but it came out more garbled mess than actual words.

It was enough to get Steve's attention though.

“Eddie!” He said with excitement, relief. “What do you need? I should get the nurse.”

Eddie forced his arm to respond, to turn over and clasp Steve where he was about to remove himself. His grasp wasn't near enough to keep Steve in place but the fact that he tried kept Steve where he was.

His voice refused to cooperate, felt like coughing up glass, but he tried to communicate that Steve should stay.

“Okay, okay, I'm here. Not going anywhere. Do you need anything? Water? Pain meds?”

Eddie could definitely use both of those things but the most pressing thing, the only thing he could really think of was…

Lifting his hand to point as steadily as he could at Steve's chest.

He chuckled. “Why do you keep trying to take my shirt?”

The question made little sense. For one thing, this was the first he remembered being coherent enough to demand anything, and second, Steve wasn't wearing a shirt, he was in a hospital gown, same as Eddie.

He shook his head as best he could, a frustrated frown and a grunt to indicate that wasn't what he meant at all.

Steve leaned closer. “What is it? I don't know what you need, Eddie.”

Now that he was closer, Eddie reached out as best he could and pressed his palm to the left side of Steve's chest.

They stared at each other. Eddie could feel the tears slipping down his face but he didn't dare move his hand to wipe them away.

Slowly, like he was scared, Steve's hand came up to press Eddie's hand closer. Big and warm and missed to the point of aching, though Eddie had been loath to admit it to himself.

“You’re serious?” Steve whispered. “You want...this?”

Eddie nodded frantically.

“If you mean my tit I'm going to be so pissed at you.”

Eddie choked on a laugh. He did his very best to mouth, “That too.”

That got him a laugh, a soft one. "Some things don't change." He looked away, shy. Or not shy exactly, cautious. "I hope you remember you said all this when you wake up again. You're pretty doped up."

That was an easy fix. The drugs probably made it easier to admit but he was tired of pretending it wasn't true.

He pulled Steve's hand until it settled over his own chest, stitches and all, and forced himself to croak, "I already tried to forget, sweetheart. It didn't work."

Steve's answering smile rivaled the dawn.

[spnaubang]

Hey everyone! Here it is, the SPN AU Bang. Allows both SPN and RPF, check out the guidelines and FAQ will be posted next week, but here is the gist:

What is the SPN AU Big Bang?

A big bang is an event where an author writes a story for an artist to claim and create art for! In this particular bang, the author’s pieces will be non-canon. This means you could have the characters in a different world: historic AU, college AU, or even a prison AU. or, the characters themselves aren't canon-compliant: Dean is a firefighter, and Charlie is an interior designer, Jared is a Mechanic. Or, lastly, you can change major events on the show: living in the apocalypse world, Croatian takes over, or Mary never dies. For RPF, any world where the actors are doing something different with their occupation works.

Here are some ideas:

Dean is a firefighter, Castiel is an ambulance medic, and they meet on the site of a disaster.

Sam is thrown by one of the angels into an alternate universe where everyone is a vampire. 

Dean and Sam never stop the apocalypse, they deal with the consequences.

Jared is a lawyer, Jensen is his client.

Jared and Jensen film supernatural but instead of 4 years, it’s a 10 year difference; how Jensen deals with trying to be a father figure to the much younger 17-year-old actor.

This Bang features two categories:

A Mini Bang, which is a work with a minimum of 5K words and a banner + 1 piece of art.

A Big Bang, which is a work with a minimum of 10K words and a banner + 2 pieces of art.

Schedule:

Feb 15th  Author/Artist sign-ups open

March 25th  Author sign-ups close

May 21st  1st Author check-in (no draft required)

July 1st  2nd Author check-in

August 10th  Artist sign-ups close

August 20th  Summary previews

August 25th  Story claims go live

August 27th  1st team check-in

October 1st  2nd team check-in 

October 30th  3rd team check-in

December 1st  Posting announcement

December 16th  Posting starts

[cloudcountry]

🐙 — AUBURN'S SUMMER RAFFLE EVENT!

rules for entry !

1) reblog this post and list something you love about your favorite twisted wonderland character!! gush about them!! yearn!! PINE!! you can get as mushy as you want, we love to see it!! 2) understand that each prize will be a sfw piece, with no ocs or self inserts (since i dont know how well i'll be able to write them.) 3) understand that raffle entries will start june 16th and end june 30th. winners will be announced after the event ends on july 1st. prizes will be awarded as i complete them. 4) understand that absolutely no incestuous, pedophilic, or other "problematic" relationships will be accepted as a request. if you win and request something as such, your prize will be revoked and someone else will receive it.

prizes !

1st place . . . a 2000 word (minimum) x reader fic with any character(s), tropes, aus, relationship(s) you want. 2nd place . . . a 1000 word (minimum) x reader fic with any character(s), tropes, aus, relationship(s) you want. 3rd place . . . a 500 word (minimum) x reader drabble with any character(s), tropes, aus, relationship(s) you want.

if enough people apply, i will consider adding a 4th & 5th prize . . .

4th & 5th place . . . a 300 word (minimum) x reader drabble with any character(s), tropes, aus, relationship(s) you want.

if you have any questions, please let me know in the comments <3

[thelittlelegends]

THE LITTLE LEGENDS

This is a blog for sharing and spreading love for the smaller Zelda games in the fandom!

For everyone crying over Spirit Tracks being forgotten, to people who wish someone else remembered the struggle to find a fourth player for Four Swords or sobbing at the end of online co-op for Tri Force Heroes – this is a home to join others in that love. Mainline and third-party Zelda games are all included!

The criteria for which Zelda games count as “small” is hard to quantify. To make things easier, we went by the numbers posted to Archive of Our Own, which has the option to disambiguate which game you’re writing for and is the current best-known fanfiction site. From there, we removed some things to try and narrow it down to core game fics and picked everything that was under 1000 works.

The resulting list of Zelda games is as follows:

CDI games = 14

Zelda cartoon = 29

Cadence of Hyrule = 50

Tri Force Heroes = 51

Oracle of Seasons = 76

Oracle of Ages = 85

Zelda II: Adventure of Link = 93

Zelda (1986) = 180

Spirit Tracks = 183

Phantom Hourglass = 191

Link’s Awakening = 256

Link to the Past = 260

Minish Cap = 290

Four Swords = 359

Four Swords Adventures = 423

A Link Between Worlds = 587

Wind Waker = 739

Some of this will be a case of poor tagging, and things winding up in the wrong place. (eg. Four Swords has 1200 entries, but upon removing all Four Swords Adventures or Manga story tags it reduces to 359.) Others may not be here at all because nobody has posted it under it’s own name vs a related game or “& Related Fandoms.”

While this means these numbers are not absolute, they still represent the problem: it’s hard to find content for your favourite games if it's in the list above, and we want to fix that!

WHAT DOES THAT ENTAIL?

The event we’re planning is very chill, very low-stakes way of building up interest and knowledge, and then collecting and sharing fanworks produced.

The event month will be AUGUST, 2024.

Every few days in August we’ll make a post for each game on the list (and any bonus games that were highlighted alongside the main ones), which people can reblog with a link to the fanwork they created! You can also make your own posts and tag the blog plus the game of the day but we cannot promise to see and reblog everything.

In the lead-up to August, we will be doing round-up posts for each of the above games.

Some will be doubled up and treated as “bonuses” due to their small pool of fans (CDI, the Cartoon), and if there are some we don’t know about we may take them on as suggestions!

Each of these initial game posts will include basic stats about the game: when they were released, on what hardware, where you can find them now, and what their story was. It will also include links to a walkthrough or two, for those without access to the necessary hardware.

The purpose of these posts is to be shared!

Reblog them with your favourite artwork, current fanworks you love and adore, your favourite AU they’re featured in! Share the lore you wish everyone knew, and the characters who get forgotten!

Share prompts you’ve never gotten around to using, or ones you don’t feel competent to handle!

Do not feel bad about doing this! Every exchange or event I’ve been in, people desperately wanted prompts and ideas to spark their own imagination!

The goal is for people to learn more about games that they may have never heard of before, or not had the time or ability to engage with in full on their own. And from there we can push up those numbers on AO3 for everyone to enjoy!

The scheduled games to be “main” features of this event, and their respective introductory dates, are as follows:

May 5th = Minish Cap

May 12th = Zelda II: AoL

May 19th = Oracle of Ages / Oracle of Seasons

May 26th = Cadence of Hyrule

June 2nd = Phantom Hourglass

June 9th = Four Swords Adventures / Four Swords [Game]

June 16th = Link’s Awakening

June 23rd = Zelda (1986)

June 30th = Link to the Past

July 7th = Tri Force Heroes

July 14th = Spirit Tracks

July 21st = Link Between Worlds

July 28th = Wind Waker

Exact dates for the posting schedule of new fanworks in August will be released soon!

[marlsswrites]

Summer camp AU, part 16!!

July 16th <3

Stage - @jegulus-microfic - words: 1292

First part Previous part

Every Sunday, a movie night was held by the seating area. There was a small stage, on the wall hung a plain white sheet where a projector was positioned to play whatever movie had gotten picked.

Also every Sunday morning, a camp counsellor was picked at random to choose what movie was going to get put on. Regulus did not know this.

So when James had walked up to him and asked him a question, he answered honestly within seconds.

"Reggie." He spoke quickly as he glanced down at Regulus, who was sat on the floor with his back against his bed, a book in hand that he'd placed to the side. James shrugged and slid down to the floor to sit rather close to Regulus for his heart to manage.

"James." He greeted.

Honestly, he was quite used to calling the older boy by his last name, but he loves the look James gets on his face when he uses his first. A light sparks in his eyes, he bites his lip, clearly trying to tone down his smile, but Regulus doesn't mind. He would devour that smile, he would cherish it and remember it in years to come, because to be blessed by that smile just about makes his broken heart heal.

"James?" He repeated with a smirk playing on his lips as the brunette just started at him with an awe struck face for a moment.

"Hm?"

He nodded his head slowly with a raise of his eyebrow, gesturing to James to finally say what he came to say.

Seemingly a light switched back on in his head while he realised he'd just sort of... stared for a moment. "Oh!" He coughed loudly. "Right.. What's your favourite movie?"

"My favourite movie?"

"Uh-huh."

"Pride and prejudice." He answered in thought, looking back at James who was readying himself to get up, probably to leave. Regulus didn't quite want him to leave yet, it was a bit odd, and very abrupt. Two very words that have come to describe James in the time he's known him, odd, abrupt, but oh so very sweet. Not to forget, fit. "Wait-" He grabbed the older boys arm, his bare, tan, extremely toned arms, Regulus swore he could feel the many muscles shifting under his soft touch. "Why?"

A small shrug, followed by a flick of his eye to where their skin touched, Regulus was quick to pull away and shuffle his hand to play with his bracelets. "'M just curious." He stood with a smile and squeeze to Regulus' shoulder. "I've got to go..." He trailed off as he sped up his pace, making a beeline to the door, all he gave Regulus was a wink as his messy dark hair disappeared out of t he door.

What the fuck?

-

Later that night, he received a text through from Pandora, letting him know about the movie night, and that her and the others would meet him there. He sent off a quick 'ok' message in return, yes he's a dry texter, he acts like that in real life too, deal with it. 

Making his way over to where the film was playing, he spotted a few blankets and cushions thrown across the grass near the back of the group. He headed towards that, there's more space and a certain lack of noise far back so that was definitely preferable.

According to Pandora, the movie was to start in about ten minutes, so he just hoped that his lot got here soon so he wasn't sat looking lonely for the next few minutes.

He actually wasn't sat alone for that long, thanks to the warmth of James Potter sitting down next to him. The boy placed down a bag of popcorn and a few cans of drink, he stuck his tongue out in concentration as he tried to balance the cans on the bumpy ground, smiling to himself when he managed to get them to stay put.

"Hi?" Regulus questioned.

"Hi." James looked up at his face, a satisfied tone settling in his eyes.

"Why aren't you with your friends?" He guided his eyesight over to where Sirius and some of the others sat.

"I wanted to sit with you." Kicking his legs out, James leant back on his hands, Regulus had to know if he was doing it on purpose because his shirt rolled up ever so slightly, revealing a strip of skin right above his v-line.

From the corner of his eye, he spotted Pandora walk towards them, the rest of his friends in tow, before she stopped abruptly, winked at him, and shuffled everyone away to somewhere else to sit. Well that was anything but discreet.

Huffing out a sigh, Regulus dragged his head back to face James, who had now picked up the bag of popcorn and was failing miserably to toss them into his mouth. Regulus decided to just watch and internally make fun of him as he threw the food anywhere but his mouth, missing ever single time. He let out a chuckle, rolling his eyes and tucking his lips away into a mocking smile as James looked over at him.

"Stop judging me!" He pointed, putting the bag down.

"I'm not judging you!" Regulus released an offended gasp, folding his arms and unfolding them quickly to hide his smile behind the sleeve of his shirt.

"You are, you're doing that cute thing when you hide your face."

Removing his hand, Regulus opened his mouth. "I-"

Cute.

Cute?

"Cute?" The raven haired boy found himself saying aloud.

Regulus saw the exact moment James' face froze, his sudden smoothness whisked away and replaced with the darkening of his cheeks and the widening of his dark pupils. Regulus finally broke him.

He spoke something inaudible under his breath before pointing towards the projector with a loud throaty cough. "Movies starting."

-

Pride and Prejudice.

Apparently James had gone and made sure his favourite movie was played, according to a text from Barty he'd asked what Regulus' preferred flavour of popcorn was, and his very favourite drinks.

That's not normal, is it?

James was still sat innocently behind him, tossing popcorn over his shoulder, into his eye, and now at Regulus to try and catch his attention, it worked eventually, by about the fifth try. He turned around, blinking up at James through his thick eyelashes. He didn't quite know what to do with how he looked in the moonlight, perfection.

“Have you managed to do it yet?” Regulus sighed out.

“No, but-”

Before James could finish, Regulus reached over to grab a handful of popcorn, throwing it in the older boys face while he kept his mouth open to speak. He abruptly closed his lips and swallowed the food Regulus had just practically shoved at him, Regulus feeling a small smile form at each corner of his mouth.

“There you go.”

Now, Regulus became aware of how close they were, hands brushing together, faces almost touching, eyes flicking everywhere over each boys face, hair blowing in the wind, the sound of the movie mumbling in the background, the only thing Regulus could hear or focus on was the hitch of James’ breath as his eyes flicked downwards towards his lips.

They stayed like that for a moment, consumed in each other, leaning forward every few seconds until a loud yell in the direction of Sirius echoed through the two boys. The both of them twisted their necks to look away, Regulus falling back into his previous spot and his hand suddenly cold from the lack of heat James managed to pass onto him from the soft touch of his fingers.

They stayed silent for the rest of the night.

Next part

[simi-week]

[Masterpost] | [FAQ & Rules]

Hi everyone, we're super excited to finally share the prompts list for Simi Week!

Make sure you check out the information under the cut, there's a typed up list of the prompts with additional ideas and suggestions, and a very important note at the end!

Once again we accept every type of media (fanfic, art, edits, gifs, etc.) You can choose to only create for a few prompts, or every prompt, you can make just one piece of work, or multiple for the same prompt, or even combine prompts together. We can't wait to see what everyone comes up with!

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Day 1 - Monday 14th July

Fairy tales

Cinderella, Rapunzel, any fairy tale from around the world that you like, anything goes!

School

University, High school, one or both of them as teachers, students, student's parents, janitors, anything you can think of that takes place in a learning-related setting.

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Day 2 - Tuesday 15th July

Boss/Employee

Boss/Secretary, Bodyguard AU, chauffeur/socialite, anything you can think of where one of them works for the other.

Children

Accidental child acquisition, adoption, de-aging, Simi as kids, babysitting someone else's kids, pregnancy, etc..

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Day 3 - Wednesday 16th July

Sickness/injury

Maybe they're in the hospital, or one's just trying to help the other through a cold. Supernatural diseases like Hanahaki are also accepted.

Driver's room

A driver's room is their most personal and private area in the paddock. What could they be doing in there? Is it their own, or maybe someone else's?

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Day 4 - Thursday 17th July

Holidays

Festivals, Summer break at the beach, or skiing, etc..

Fantasy

Shapeshifter AU, Bodyswap AU, Hanahaki AU, Superpowers AU, Werewolf AU, Magic, dragons, etc..

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Day 5 - Friday 18th July

Sports

Hockey AU? Football AU? Maybe they finally play Badminton? The sky is the limit!

Locked in a room

How did they get here? How will they get out? It's up to you!

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Day 6 - Saturday 19th July

Only one bed

Oh no, there's only one bed!

Games

Video games, Streamer AU, boardgames, strip poker, etc..

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Day 7 - Sunday 20th July

Alcohol

Get them drunk, or take them to a fancy wine-tasting tour, anything you want!

FIA Gala

We all love the iconic 2018 Gala, but there's also 2012 and nothing's stopping you from choosing a completely different year if you fancy a challenge!

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Important Note: These prompts are here to inspire you. While they should feature in your work, you shouldn't feel constrained by them. There’s nothing stopping you from adding any other tropes you want into your work. Want to write a boss/employee Simi fic with vampires? Sounds great! Or maybe you'd like to draw fem!Simi in a driver's room? Go right ahead!

All of these prompts can also be made nsfw, just make sure to tag as #nsft. Go on, write the smuttiest badminton game you can think of, the world is in dire need of it ;)

Happy creating!

[disasterousduo]

I’m drawing the people for my AUs

here’s bloodsun

This is what I have for July 16th Sun and Eclipse, might change later.

[h-didanart]

It is slander! @achickennamedcheese how dare you?

Oh no

Ohhhh no oh no no no——

Noooooooooooo

*sighs*

Everyone, I have once again been struck by an idea…

The Bloodmoons get Magical Girlified

(Yes we’re ignoring the fact that Sturgeon and Harvest Moon are already magical girls)

[meowierz]

So I have a TSAMS AU idea. I don't really have a name. I'm thinking The 17th (cuz it takes place directly after July 16th).

Basically, one of the victims of July 16th actually survived but their life has not gotten better. They lost a sibling in the incident, their mother because of the incident, gained multiple scars, and now lives with their aunt who is rarely around. Because of this, the child wants to take revenge on Sun for what happened.

First, they need to gather more information about the animatronics. They doesn't remember much before the incident! This is where they find out it was Bloodmoon and Eclipse who did it. The child starts having nightmares of the both of them. Now, because the child only overheard people talking shit about them and found some small documents, the child's mind doesn't have much to go off of. So, the child made Eclipse look like some kind of god since he was described as a egomaniac. Bloodmoon as some type of creature since he is described as a monster.

The more information he learns, the worse it gets. With each piece of info, their designs turn creepier. The nightmares turn into Hypnopompic and Hypnagogic (going to sleep or waking up) hallucinations from lack of sleep. Soon, into full blown hallucinations (fully awake). This is where the kid tries to in act revenge. They've had enough of this torment.

I don't know where to take if from here. There's kinda two ways this can go, good and bad ending. Good Ending, Bloodmoon is already dead like in canon and Eclipse has redeemed. The kid still cannot forgive Eclipse, he barely forgave Sun. But, its better than the bad ending. Bad ending, Bloodmoon IS alive and NOT happy with this. Bloodmoon would try and kill the kid, meaning they have to survive the nightmare Bloodmoon and the actual Bloodmoon. Though, I'm thinking Eclipse will feel guilt and try to help the poor kid.

Anyways, here are some designs I made. BTW, this might change cuz I had of to draw this quickly and probably messed up a lot. Also, I'm thinking on the kid being Jamie and that they wear a mask to hide their identity.

[seven-thewanderer]

I know I’m like… 5 days late (and I’m not fully in a drawing mood), but…

It was his birthday (technically)

[sixteenth-day-event]

Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Post-Canon Month!

This is a monthly event celebrating the Dream SMP's iconic 16th day of the month, this time under the theme of post-canon! (In other words, the season 2 we never got to see!)

Sign-up: CLOSED

Signing up will allow you to get your prompts! Each prompt will contain a DSMP character for you to base your work around, as well as a vague post-canon (season 2) prompt to give you a little more direction.

Example prompt: Ranboo finds an interesting new object

How to participate:

Fill out the linked sign-up form. The information you provide here will help determine the prompts you'll get for creating your own work. Prompts all come from the event organizer, NOT from other participants.

Approximately a week before July 16th, you'll get two asks from this blog in your inbox, each ask containing a prompt like the example above. Choose one of the prompt asks.

Use your choice of prompt to create a piece of art, writing, or something else—whatever you like!

On July 16th, post your work! This could be as a direct response to the ask with your chosen prompt, or it could be a separate post. Either way, remember to @ this blog and use the tag #sixteenthdayevent so I can reblog anything you create!

Important information:

Please keep in mind that this is an event focused on the Dream SMP story and characters, although AUs are also welcomed. Since this month's event focuses on post-canon—that's the time period after the final lore streams take place—you'll have to rely especially heavily on hints and headcanons!

This is NOT a gift exchange. This means that there is no expectation of quality, nor is there a minimum or maximum amount you can create. You can even drop out at any time! Filling out the sign-up form only means that you will receive a prompt; it does not mean that you have to participate. This event is supposed to be as stress-free as possible.

The reason there are two prompts is just to give you a choice in case you don't like one of them; you don't have to complete them both! (But you can if you want to.) If you strongly dislike both of your prompts, let me know so I can send more.

Prompts this month will only mention one character by name, but feel free to include as many other characters as you like.

Good luck!