#luck and bounty

[theminiartblog]

Baby’s second Novella? Baby’s SECOND Novella!

I can't believe I somehow timed it just right! It's almost like an anniversary! Luck and Bounty book 2 is finished! 

Do you like fantasy adventures with Percy Jackson vibes? Luck and Bounty may be the short read for you!

You’ve seen them here, and now you can read about them too! Please go check it out! https://minimoonp.gumroad.com/l/bounty2

[theminiartblog]

THANK YOUUU!! I had so many words of thanks to tell you, but I was rendered speechless at how cool he looks--

🐅🩸🐅

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[mars-ipan]

just spent like 2 hours grocery shopping with my dad. almost $600 worth of stuff. we get to check out and their card system fails. like across the whole store. the atm wouldn’t let my dad take out enough cash to pay for it. we had to abandon the cart and only bought halloween candy

[thematronofravens]

liam really does love the luck feat huh?

[mintjeru]

my pride and joy

[feynarts]

Artfight attack

Gods and a slayer asking questions @theminiartblog

[rexscanonwife]

I've been offline for a while due to a combination of being tired and just not feeling like self shipping, and more recently wanting to give all my attention to my partner who'd been visiting 🥺💖💗💖💗 it was amazing, she just left for home and I'm really sad hooough,,

But I'm reminded that I had a very interesting dream the other day where I started shipping with Space Dandy from the anime Space Dandy (again. I shipped with him when I was a teen lol) with an s/i that was my own original alien species and everything! Most interestingly my beautiful partner ALSO ships with Dandy and we've never done a polyship together before so I'm kinda 👀 thinking about rewatchinf it and seeing where this goes...

[laguzmage]

I really like how Aoi gets introduced antagonistically to Rin and the player character, we played too fast and loose with being protagonists and Aoi will make sure we stay in line

Then she shows up again in the Rabbit of Caerbannog story where she does the exact same thing to Kaya when she tries to centralize power under herself

Who will win, a wannabe dictator upstart or an elf who will ensure you do your taxes right

[cinnaminsvga]

gorl. i might go back to writing thanks to you. the fact that you resurrected gave me hope in everything

AWWW what the heck good luck on your writing adventures dawg 🥺 admittedly i was also inspired by other fanfic authors who came back to writing after years of hiatus... idk i just think that its awesome that one's love for writing can be resurrected via inspiration :') makes me happy to see that community builds companionship for writers... writing is a lonely process sometimes, but its fun nonetheless!!

(also its funny how long its been since ive written and the painful Woes of Creation have affected me full force... why must the english language be so difficult RAHHHHH)

[vrgssmncht]

mmmmm camping mmmmmmm will be back on suuuunday eeevening bye!

[theminiartblog]

I love a little hater

[readymades2002]

she's the one i'm running wiiiith....she's the one i'm running wiiiith....

[peppziii]

Speed paint video showing your art process so me and many other new apiring artists can learn from other great artists we like when? 🤨

AT SOME POINT PERHAPS i have all of them on procreate im just too lazy to export them

[smoreal]

I don’t like the gatekeeping mentality around some fandoms, but at the same time… lmaoo… kiddo, you just weren’t THERE to see some of this shit go down.. you didn’t suffer the STIGMA, the SHAME, the DROUGHTS

[answrs]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I DIDN'T HAVE TO KILL THE FUCKING LYNELS

[hairmetal666]

"I'm going to marry you one day, Steve Harrington," he declares to all and sundry (Steve and Robin) in Family Video.

Steve laughs, ducks his head, hair a bountiful cascade that doesn't move an inch. He's blushing but it's not, like, a reaction to the sentiment of marriage. Steve knows Eddie is just like that, flirtatious and over-the-top and incapable of not speaking his thoughts as soon as they enter his head.

Robin roles her eyes, goes back to flipping through her magazine, something about cinema, and Eddie swipes his just rented movies off the counter.

"You think I'm joking," he twists so he's facing them, walking backwards to the door. "But I swear it, oh, beloved purveyor of movies and deleter of late fees."

"Yeah, yeah." Steve's face is pinker than before and Eddie recognizes and immediately forces himself to forget how cute it is. "But get out of here before I change my mind."

And Eddie, he loves to push his luck and also has very little filter between his brain and his mouth, so he says, "aw, don't be that way, Stevie, you love me."

Robin looks up, then, mouth a pursed twist as she tries not to laugh. "Gross, Eddie." She throws a Sour Patch at him. "Keep all that mushy stuff to when you two are alone."

It's his turn to blush, fierce and raging, and Steve whirls, squeaking, to whack Robin with a Twizzler.

Eddie points at her. "Rude, Buckley. You know I love you too."

"Again, gross." She sticks out her tongue, tinged blue from the Sour Patch.

"We really need to work on your ability to accept affection," Steve tells her.

She scowls, kicks him, makes Eddie laugh.

"I think that's my cue to leave, children." He says. He, quite literally, bows out of the store, just missing the barrage of candy thrown his way.

---

Three Months Later

Eddie stumbles into the Harrington house, kicking his boots off by the door. Steve's in the kitchen, fussing around the stove. His hair's askew and he's--

"Harrington, are you wearing an apron?" He ignores the kick in his chest at the sight. "You'll make a sweet little housewife one day."

"Shut-up," Steve says without any heat. "Try this."

He brandishes a spoon filled with red sauce in Eddie's direction, and Eddie--heart always on his sleeve--eagerly leans in to taste. He closes his eyes, savors, and it's good, truly. Perfect fresh acidity with just a burst of sweetness.

"It's amazing, baby," he says without thinking. He opens his eyes right in time to see Steve turning back to the sauce, blush high on his cheekbones.

"Thanks. You're making me nervous though, hovering." Steve hip checks him. "Go sit somewhere."

And Eddie does, jumps onto the island--the Harrington's are the kind of people who have an island--and chatters to Steve about his day, about his new campaign, about the new song he's trying to learn.

All the while, he's watching Steve cook, in his apron, with such care and thoughtfulness, with true command. Maybe it's the domesticity of the scene, maybe his raging crush, but he has this flash of the two of them in the future. In their kitchen, Steve cooking dinner, and Eddie's arms are wrapped around his waist, he's pressing kisses to his temple, complimenting all his hard work and--

Steve feeds him a bite of the finished pasta, and it's so good that he groans, full-throated, unembarrassed, and says--he says, "I'm going to marry you one day, Steve Harrington."

He laughs, face pink, batting Eddie's shoulder. "Go sit down, man. It's time to eat."

---

Two Months After That

Eddie's working on a new campaign when the storm rolls in, wind rocking the trailer, thunder and lightning crackling in the sky. The power doesn't go out, but only just barely, the flickers making his heart pound for reasons that have nothing to do with weather.

There's a knock on the trailer door, and he opens it to find Steve Harrington standing on the porch, hair plastered to his head, clothes soaked. Robin's bike is propped against one of the awning supports. Familiar panic snaps to life in his gut.

"God, Steve, are you okay? Did something happen? That's Robin's bike, where's the Beamer? Is it--is it Vecna? Is--" He's blabbering can't stop, so he shoves his palm against his lips.

"It's not--not Upside Down stuff." He runs a hand through his soggy hair. "Can I come in, man? I--I want to tell you something."

This snaps Eddie out of his panic, and he's moving aside, saying, "Oh my god, get in here, you're soaked. Let me get towels. Do you want a change of clothes, I can--"

Steve catches him by the elbow and he full stops at the look in those big hazel eyes, fearful and sad and he doesn't know what, but his anxiety amps back up.

"I was with Robin and we were--we were talking, you know? And I told her that I like somebody, like really like them, but it was unexpected and--and--it's a guy. He's a guy but I still like girls? Robin said--she said that I'm probably bisexual. That I like guys and girls and--and everyone, I think."

It sends shockwaves through him, and he hopes it doesn't show, doesn't think it shows, but he's having trouble processing. Steve is bi and he likes someone and--Eddie stuffs down the jealousy that claws at him, knows it's more important that he's here for his friend.

"Thank you for telling me, sweetheart." He reaches out, slow in case Steve doesn't want to be hugged, but he launches himself into Eddie's arms.

Eddie holds him tight, heedless of his wet clothes, can feel his shoulders shake, and it tears Eddie's heart in two. All he can do is hold Steve and offer comfort, jealousy be damned.

"You're so brave, honey," he says once the tears taper off.

Steve gives a wet chuckle, face still buried against Eddie's neck. "I don't know about that. I think I got snot in your hair."

"It'll wash out." He laughs. "Is now the time to welcome you to the family? Apparently, we're growing exponentially."

"Does the welcome include a cake or something? I could really use cake."

And God, Steve, is so fucking cute, so sweet, so--everything Eddie has always wanted, and he--it's an accident, or at least, thoughtless--he presses a kiss to Steve's temple. More than one.

Steve pulls back fast, and Eddie lets go immediately. "Sorry, sorry. I--that was stupid. You like someone already, and I--"

His words are cut off as Steve kisses him. Steve kisses him? His brain can't process, but he kisses back. Can't not, not with Steve. Like, he doesn't know anything, head empty, but his body is with the program.

They break apart, he's breathing hard. Steve is beautifully flushed, mouth red and swollen. "You like someone," is what Eddie says.

Steve laughs. "I like you, Munson. Fucking crazy about you."

He smiles, so big it hurts, so big it grows into a delight laugh. "I'm going to marry you one day, Steve Harrington," he says.

---

Six Years Later

They're in bed, Saturday morning, rain pattering softly on the window.

Steve places slow kisses against his naked tummy, makes him tremble, shiver with overstimulation.

"Baby," he whines. "Sweetheart."

Steve smiles up at him, something cold pressing against his ribs, then into his hand.

It's a ring, black metal, shiny and iridescent as he turns it in the light. "What--Steve?"

With one last kiss to his hip bone, Steve sits up, slips the ring onto Eddie's finger. "I'm going to marry you one day, Eddie Munson."