#purple dividers dump

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purple dividers dump

[anitalenia]

⋆.˚⟡⊹₊⋆ 𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙆 𝘿𝙄𝙑𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙎 ✧˖°. ݁₊

♡ྀིྀི⋆.˚ 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆 . . .

‧₊˚ ✧ coquette dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ coquette dividers 𝐈𝐈, 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ coquette dividers 𝐈𝐈𝐈, 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ strawberry girl dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink symbol dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink coquette symbol dividers 𝐈𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ bimbocore dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ coquette deer dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ coquette deer & bunny dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ gray + pink masterlist pack . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ cutegore dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink kuromi dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ neapolitan dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & white cinnamoroll dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ minimalistic heart dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ red & pink simple heart dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink lace dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ intricate pink dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & blue dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ black & magenta dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & purple dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink and green dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink and white dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink and white dividers 𝐈𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink and white dividers 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink and white dividers 𝐈𝐈𝐈𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & black dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & black dividers 𝐈𝐈, + 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & black dividers 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & gold dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ random pink dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ random pink dividers 𝐈𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ random pink dividers 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink lace & ribbon dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & white welcome headers + matching dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink imvu dividers / headers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink imvu dividers / headers 𝐈𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink imvu dividers / headers 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink imvu dividers / headers 𝐈𝐈𝐈𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & purple mdni dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink mdni dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink mdni dividers 𝐈𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink mdni dividers 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink borders 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ my melody bow and wings dividers + 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink sanrio dividers 𝐈, + 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink butterfly dividers 𝐈, + 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & brown dividers 𝐈, + 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ hot pink dividers 𝐈, + 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & orange summer & ocean dividers 𝐈, + 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ chaotic sanrio inspired dividers + 1 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ divider dump 𝐈 , 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 & 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ divider dump 𝐈𝐈, + 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘤. . ﾟ

♡ྀིྀི⋆.˚ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 . . .

‧₊˚ ✧ pink sparkle dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ my melody bow and wings dividers + 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & orange summer & ocean dividers 𝐈, + 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink butterfly dividers 𝐈, + 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ hot pink dividers 𝐈, + 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & brown dividers 𝐈, + 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 .

‧₊˚ ✧ pink sanrio dividers 𝐈, + 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ animated divider dump 𝐈, 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘴, 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘴, 𝘮𝘥𝘯𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘧 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ animated divider dump 𝐈𝐈, 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘺 & 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ divider dump 𝐈𝐈𝐈, + 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 . ﾟ

♡ྀིྀི⋆.˚ 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 . . .

‧₊˚ ✧ one . ﾟ‧₊˚ ✧ two . ﾟ‧₊˚ ✧ three . ﾟ‧₊˚ ✧ four . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ five . ﾟ‧₊˚ ✧ six . ﾟ‧₊˚ ✧ seven . ﾟ‧₊˚ ✧ eight .

‧₊˚ ✧ nine . ﾟ‧₊˚ ✧ ten . ﾟ‧₊˚ ✧ eleven . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ twelve . ﾟ‧₊˚ ✧ thirteen . ﾟ‧₊˚ ✧ fourteen . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ fifteen . ﾟ‧₊˚ ✧ sixteen . ﾟ‧₊˚ ✧ seventeen . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ eighteen . ﾟ‧₊˚ ✧ nineteen . ﾟ

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[nightmareonashstreet]

loved your angsty emilly fic. was wondering if you would write fluff with her character, she's known as the fashionista of the group so how about a fic of her and reader going shopping or her helping reader get ready for a date

FASHION ICON | EMILY DAVIS

CONTAINS: Usual until dawn shenanigans, language, Emily being brutally honest, innuendos, fluff, female reader, sex references, au where everyone is happy & nothing bad happened to them, reader is mentioned trying on dresses, kinda platonic, mentions Mike but it's mainly reader and Emily slandering him.

You've been asked on a last minute date and end up frantically searching the closet for something pretty to wear and turn up empty handed, luckily for you a friend who is always dressed immaculately is willing to help. A quick shopping trip turns into a long and chaotic fashion show in the changing rooms.

"Absolutely not!"

Emily's tone halted any urge to argue back or defend the outfit you'd picked and instead forced out an annoyance of tired groans as you twist your arm uncomfortably for the zipper of the sparkly dress you'd taken a liking to, an innocent trip to the mall had turned into several different stores and hours spent browsing for an outfit. When you called her in a panic, on the verge of near crying about a thing as simple as an outfit she declared that you would both be going shopping to add some excitement into an already full wardrobe.

You hadn't been on a date in a while and you felt like you had to dress to impress if you wanted it to work out, you were so sure that this time was the right time.

"Until you pick a dress, that doesn't look like it should be worn at a five year old's birthday party, we are not going anywhere except to change this eyesore of an outfit." An older woman walking past gave Emily a look and a laugh escaped you at this. If you didn't know Emily Davis, you would assume she was being mean to be mean but that was just the way she was, she had a way with words, an ordinary person would cry if she had said that but you'd grown used to her snappy advice.

The dress rolled down to your ankles and you step out of it to put it back on the hanger it belonged to with a quiet sigh of disappointment, you'd really liked that one but it's a known rule if Emily thinks it's ugly then it probably is, a gentle hand pressed your shoulder and you recognise the splash of purple chipping across her nails. "We're going to find you a hot as fuck outfit and have your date preparing to marry you when they sees you." You smile at that and pat her hand in thanks and she grins back, her eyes cast to her nails and her expression turned to one of disgust, "Ugh, I need a manicure." Her attention being on her nails suddenly made her eyes light up and she snatched your wrist to look at your nails, "And so do you, look at those cuticles, they're a mess." Breathy laughter left you as you watch her scan the dresses with careful eyes. "You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Em." Ignoring your sarcasm, she holds out a dress for you to take, "Try this one on, they're closing this store in an hour and I am not leaving until we have a dress to impress."

You took the dress off her and stepped back behind the curtains, "We? Didn't realise you'd be coming on this date with me." You can practically see her roll her eyes behind the divider as you slide the sleeves up your arms. "I have no interest in men after Mike dumped me over text." The mention of the Munroe boy made you curl your nose up and scoff, he'd always been a bit of an asshole and you'd never understood what she saw in him.

"Did you know Matt's on tinder?" You ask and Emily falls silent for a moment before laughing out an answer, "You are not setting me up with Matt!" A laugh escapes you as you zip up the dress, "You've said it yourself, he's nice to look at and would literally worship the ground you walk on if you asked him to." You can hear the gears turning in Emily's head, "I'll think about it," You smile in victory as it usually means yes when she says that. "Also, enough talk about my love life, get out here and show me that dress, I wanna see it." At her urgent tone, you decide to smooth it out against your figure and blow out a breath as you grip the divider curtains and open them up.

"Ta Da!" You give the brunette a twirl and hold your arms out so she could get a better look at the dress you'd put on to try, she crosses her arms in thought, analysing it as if she was a judge on Next Top Model, there was a small smile on the corner of her lips and you had a feeling that this dress was the one.

"That's it, we're going to a different store!"

You should've invited someone else to go shopping.

[prismatica-the-strange]

The End of the World as We Know It | So if I Fly too High and My Wings Start Melting

Warnings: 18+, period stuff, blood, show typical violence

Pre-relationship Daryl x Loveday, but post I Feel Fine

I just know that if you send this man out for a tampon run, he's bringing back whatever comfort food he can find on top of it

Icarus by Ben Thornewill | Banner By @saradika-graphics | Dividers by @firefly-graphics

"You alright?"

Loveday jumps at the sound of Daryl's gruff voice and looks over at him, forehead still pressed to the cool cement wall of her cell.

"'M fine," She huffs, hand pressing hard against her lower abdomen, "D'ya need somethin'?"

"Was gonna see if you wanted to go on a run, but I ain't takin' ya if yer sick."

"You're goin' out?" She asks hopefully.

"Plannin' to," He readjusts the strap of his crossbow, "Why?"

"Think you could grab me some stuff?" She carefully moves to sit on the bed.

"Depends."

She finds a scrap of paper and scribbles down a small list.

"Yer sendin' me on a tampon run?" He asks, taking the paper.

"That a problem?"

He shakes his head, brow furrowing as he reads over the list, "But I ain't pickin' you dandelions, the hell you got that on here for?"

"Dandelion tea helps with cramps," She explains, "Since we have limited meds I thought it'd be a good alternative. If you can't find a box and don't wanna do it, it's fine-"

"Nah, I can get it," He shakes his head again, "You need like'a handful or a bag of 'em?"

"However many you grab should be fine."

He nods and turns to leave, stopping when she says his name.

"Thanks."

He nods again and heads off to go meet Zach by the gate.

She makes her way out to the courtyard where Carol is helping make lunch for some of the younger kids.

"You got a pan I could use?" She asks, "All the ones in commissary are gross."

"Yeah, there's one hanging there," Carol points to one of the posts, "What'cha need it for?"

She sets the pan on the hot grill and dumps the contents of her medium drawstring bag in it, "Cherry pits."

"Cherry- what?"

"Yeah, you heat 'em up, pour 'em in into a bag or fold 'em in a towel and bam, heating pad," She looks over at her confusion, "Period cramps."

"Ah!" She nods, turning back to the task at hand, "You need any... hygiene products? I can ask around."

"Nah, Daryl's gonna try and grab me some tampons while they're out. I got enough to tide me over."

"Oh! So that's what happened," Carol laughs.

"Hm?"

"He came out here actin' like he was going out on some life or death mission, but when I asked what was so important he went all red in the face 'n told me it wasn't any of my business."

"It's just tampons," Loveday snickers, "I don't get what the big deal is."

"The big deal is that you asked him to get them," She bumps their hips, "I dunno what you did, but you've got him wrapped around your little finger."

"Daryl barely tolerates me," She scoffs, pouring the hot pits back in her bag and pulling it shut, "It's just these southern boys get all flustered whenever the topic of periods comes up."

She gathers her bag and step around the counter, leaning over it with a smile, "Y'all need some better sex-ed classes."

Carol chuckles to herself as she watches her walk away, knowing damn well Daryl more than tolerates her.

"What are you looking for?" Maggie asks, watching Daryl dig through another bathroom cabinet.

"She wants a certain kind," He mumbles, waving her away.

"Maybe I can help?"

He scowls at her, but hands her the list.

"This is Loveday's handwriting," She says teasingly, "You runnin' errands for her now?"

"Shut it," He snatches the paper back and shoves it in his pocket.

"Well there's not much of a selection," She grabs the box of store brand pads and shoves it in her bag, "No room to be picky."

He knows she's right, but he's gonna check the next house anyway.

After scouring the downstairs bathroom of the house next door he finds himself looking upstairs and comes across the room of some teenage girl. The bedspread is purple and frilly and boy band posters are pinned all over the bubblegum pink walls.

He rummaged through the backpack hanging on the desk chair, tossing the loose tampons he finds in his own bag.

He picks up a stuffed bear off the bed and scoffs to himself as he drops it.

Then he notices there's two closets. The doors of one are folded open, but the other has a normal door.

He carefully opens it and steps into another bathroom.

He cracks open the cabinet beneath the sink and a smile spreads across his face, "Jackpot."

He grabs the two boxes and puts them in his pack, one thing down.

He walks back into the bedroom and he does one last sweep, eyes landing on a moose plush on one of the shelves.

Loveday doesn't exactly strike him as a stuffed animal kind of girl, but there's something so her about it as he turns it over in his hand he can't help but take it.

Looking through the rest of the house, he stumbles upon a large, dark green, pullover hoodie that he absent-mindedly puts in his bag too.

"What is Dixon doing?" Zach asks as they load up the car, the small cul-de-sac raided of everything useful.

The group pauses to see Daryl ripping up handfuls of Dandelion from the side yard of one of the houses and shoving them in a paper bag.

"The hell you all gawkin' at?" He snaps when he sees them watching, "I get what'm told'ta!"

"Who told you to get flowers?"

"None'a yer damn business!"

He zips the bag in his backpack and the head back for the prison.

"Hey."

She looks up to see him leaning in the doorway of her cell, back pack hanging off his shoulder. She smiles at the sight, "Hey."

"Got yer stuff," He says, flustered by her smile. In avoiding her eyes he sees bloody water in the sink, "You alright?"

"Huh?" She follows his gaze, "Oh! Yeah! Just bled through my pad."

She scratches the back of her neck awkwardly, "First couple days are always the worst."

"Well, maybe these'll help," He tosses her one box, then the other and her smile comes back with a vengeance.

"You actually found them?"

"Found'a couple more things too," He feels his cheeks warm under her expectant look.

He hands her the bag of dandelions and a small box of baking chocolate he found.

"I know it ain't sweet but I thought maybe you'd want it," Then he pulls the hoodie out, "Found this, too."

He refuses to meet her eyes as he gives it to her and she starts to think maybe Carol was right, "'N this..."

Her heart flutters when he holds out the stuffed moose and he hears her stand before she takes it from him.

"I had one like this when I was little," She says softly, and he looks at her, stomach twisting at the look on her face as she hugs it to her chest. He tenses when she reaches up with one arm to pull him into a hug, kissing his cheek as she pulls away, "I appreciate it, Daryl, really."

"Mhm," He nods turns to go, stopping for a moment before walking away, "You need anything else, just ask."

It starts raining out of no where the next day and a chill settles in the prison.

She's never been more grateful for a hoodie than then. That's how she finds herself leaning in the frame of the doors, watching Daryl and some of the others under the pavilion through the downpour.

She tugs at the big sleeves, imagination running wild with ideas of curling up in his lap while he laughs with his friends. She scoffs at the thought.

She always gets affectionate around her period, but after being stuck on a bus with a couple for a year, and not knowing anyone here well enough, she hasn't exactly gotten a chance to act on it.

But Daryl, he's... hot. The arms, the hair, the voice, she's not above admitting she finds him attractive, and he seems to have a thing for her too.

She wonders if he'd indulge her if she asked.

She pulled from her thoughts when she hears him whistle and she looks over to see him trying to get her attention.

She gives them a small wave, smiling shyly.

He motions her over, but she shakes her head, and shoves her hands in her pocket, looking up at the grey sky.

She steps back in further when he comes jogging over, ducking in the doorway.

"You alright? You need somethin'?" Water runs down his face, dripping from his hair, "Saw you starin'."

"Yeah just..." She glances down at his lips for a moment, "Listening to the rain."

She's practically drowning in her sweatshirt and the sleeves completely cover her hands when she wipes a raindrop from her cheek.

"Looks good on you," He says after a moment, and the way she smiles makes heat flood his cheeks. He clears his throat, but before he can say anything he feels her sweater covered hands take his face and pull him down against her lips.

He doesn't exactly kiss back, but he doesn't pull away either, still in shock when she breaks the away.

"Sorry," She says softly, biting her bottom lip.

"No its..." He clears his throat again and stands straight, "It's fine."

"So if I tried to do that again?" She grins, trying to hide her rising anxiety with humor, but he just looks at her and brushes her bangs out of her face. She gasps when he tugs her back against him into a rough kiss.

He pulls away suddenly, leaving her dazed.

"I wouldn't stop ya."

He walks back out into the rain to rejoin the group, leaving her wide-eyed and breathless.

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

About the Blog

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Yo, call me London.

I made this blog for funsies. I got into Stranger Things recently after going through a bad time with my health, and I made this blog to put my fun little creations up and just have a nice space where I can relax, work on no pressure projects, and just talk some Stranger Things with friends.

If I’m being honest I won’t take requests. I’m just mainly doing this for me.

As you can see, I am in deep for Eddie Munson. He reminds me a lot of my IRL partner and I enjoy that his character shares a lot of personality traits with myself as well. Joseph Quinn really did a phenomenal job of bringing such a memorable performance to life.

Please keep in mind that this space is 18+ only, no minors please.

Also, do keep in mind that I will write my high school reader inserts as being 18 years old in senior year when paired romantically with Eddie Munson, who I’ll write to be around 20-21. There seems to be a lot of drama surrounding writing involving the canonical plot, and I just thought I’d make it clear that the characters are of age in any romantic or intimate situations. I’m also not much of a smut writer, mainly its fade to black or purple prose to hell.

Current Projects

• Eddie Munson x Reader- late Christmas fic

• Hellfire Club & Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader- The Pregnancy Scare™️ fic

• Crow Journal pages for Allie Perea

• Eddie Munson x Hopper!Reader & Dustin Henderson- babysitting fic

• Eddie Munson x Hopper!Reader- meet cute

Masterlist

•• A Freak and A Basket Case: The Seven Inches of Satanic Panic Edition Masterlist — My Hispanic!reader insert written as the good lord intended: as an OC fic.

•• If You Have Corroded Coffin, You Have Everything - Series where Reader basically becomes Tobias Forge in 1986 Hawkins, Indiana and Corroded Coffin is a prototype of the band Ghost.

•• Headcanons - Some thoughts. Head delulu. Expect a lot of info dumping and general neurodivergence shenanigans.

•• Ulterior Motives - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader smut based on the once thought to be lost media from the 1986 Adult Film “Angels of Passion”.

•• A Freak and A Basket Case - Eddie Munson x Fem!Hispanic!Reader series that started out as an OC fic, but I chickened out at the last minute and made it an Eddie x Reader.

•• The Dad!Eddie Collection - A series of different fics where you and Eddie become parents.

•• Space Oddity - The Weird!Reader Collection - The collection of fics where reader is basically a freak.

•• Something About Us - Eddie Munson x MKUltra!Experiment!Reader, non binary reader who is suggested to be Eleven's "sibling". We need more fanfics that revolve around Experiment!Readers in this fandom.

•• Be My Wife - An overnight sensation with Middle School!Eddie x Middle School!Reader sharing a Coca Cola and a kiss. I got my first hate mail anon from this one because I forgot to put a read more before I posted. So I left it as is out of spite. Includes references to A Clockwork Orange, Caligula, and Gladiator II.

Credits: Dividers by @strangergraphics-archive

[book-girl4evaaa]

❝ My great hero.❞

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Fight for me"

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First of all rp blogs so you know who I am 😭 @ask-the-great-heather-chandler @goodness-knows-glinda @juni-riversss (the last is an oc)

"If you were happy all the time you wouldn't be human - you'd be a gameshow host."

Call me Bea or Eva (I like Bea better tho) ⸙ minor ⸙ libra ⸙ geeky ⸙ Athena Cabin ⸙ overuses the ✨ emoji ⸙ book lover ⸙ bilingual ⸙ ace most likely ⸙ free Palestine 🍉 ⸙ British, unfortunately (🥄) ⸙ major Gracie Abrams fan ⸙ Infp-t personality ⸙ ambivert ⸙ African pride ⸙ theatre kid ⸙pepper soup enthusiast ⸙ writer ⸙ artist ⸙ religion is.... complicated but leaning towards agnostic⸙ singer (sort of) ⸙nerd ⸙dancer ⸙ fangirl ⸙sport-lover ⸙ daydreamer ⸙ hopeless romantic ⸙ future designer ⸙ glasses gang ⸙ arsonists ⸙ tag me in poetry! ⸙ green, blue and purple>>> ⸙ chaotic good ⸙ in a world of heathers be a Veronica ⸙ my sexuality is "?!?!!!!?????" ⸙ Maeddie shipper ⸙

I'm always ready to make new friends (no creeps, please) so please talk to me! (Also I'd like to add, no donation asks please as I'm a minor and cannot help you, it just stresses me out)

Currently in my: Heathers, Arcane, and Matilda phase!

Dislikes/Dni: Zionists ☄ creeps ☄ misogynists ☄ sexists ☄ racists ☄ homophobes ☄ transphobes ☄ bigots of any kind ☄ eating mushrooms ☄ geography ☄ mean people ☄ Monday mornings ☄ proshippers

Fandoms I'm active in: Pjo, Tpq, Kotlc, Gilded, Hamilton, MCU, agggtm, Matilda the musical, Amari and the night brothers, the hunger games, six of crows, the folk of the air, Wicked, This Book kills, heathersssssssssssssssss, wicked and many more!

If you need someone to blurt random facts, rant about life, or just yap then I'm your girl! Feel free to give me nicknames and chat about random stuff :)

Also, send me asks, please :)

Moots

Other relations : @kiya-cannibal-bug (mum) @sleep-can-wait (wife) @manically-depressedd-psychopath (baby daddy (?!??!!?!)) @shrxe (child)

Nicknames: Beatrice (by Turtle I miss her :() Beanie (by Shree) Belle (by Tina) Bee (by Myna and Fishy) Bea Bee (by Loife) Bumble Bee (by Ife mi <3333 (archivist)) Bear (by Kitcat) Beezus (by Riyana) (Bea)utiful (by Leta) Beanana (by Abby) Bea Bea Girl (by Maddie)

I can speak English, yr 9 level Spanish, tiny bits of Hindi (don't ask) and a few insults in yuroba

DNI if you are: a Zionist, a creep, a misogynist, sexist, racist, homophobic, transphobic, or just mean/disrespectful.

personal tags: #bea updates - any random og post • #[Bea reblogs] - reblogging a post • #[Bea's on the line] - answering an ask • #bea's wip - self explanatory

"It's a Beautiful frickin day!"

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I hope you enjoyed my ✨ extremely aesthetic ✨ intro post!

(Veronica Sawyer photo dump underneath because I love herrrr)

(pfp is Barrett Wilbert Weed playing Veronica Sawyer :])

[silly-mantis-creations]

Divider Dump

Hey guys! I went to GifCities for the first time in a while, And grabbed some dividers for you! I hope you enjoy!

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[givehimthemedicine]

have we talked about Will's scribble loop?

Will drawing the tunnel map is divided into two parts. this is from part 1, where he dumps out all his crayons and starts scribbling.

then we go away to other people for a bit.

when we come back, Will is still scribbling, and that leads into the part where Joyce and Hopper start assembling the map.

yet all that time later, it's the very same purple/black scribble Will is working on.

"maybe no time elapsed in between these scenes, and it just picked up immediately?" "maybe he spent a really long time on that one paper?"

no because they're very clear that he's been productive while we were away. we see him adding to a pile of papers on the floor, besides, Joyce and Hopper already have a bunch of papers in the living room.

"they just recycled footage and normal people don't notice things like that" well yeah. but it's not exactly the same footage.. I mean it's obviously from the same shot but it's not the same frames (see the placement of his hand and the loose crayons)

also:

notice how in part 1, he picks up the only skinless dark crayon on the table and starts scribbling that big purple section. then in part 2, he's still holding, I assume, that same crayon (because he's still actively coloring purple), and yet now there's another dark skinless crayon down there by his wrist. by all appearances this is all just from one continuous shot, so where'd that twin crayon come from?

[st4rsinthenight]

|★| ROTTMNT OC INFO DUMP: Tanner Mayfield.

INTRO !!

|★| "Hey- urh, could I help with that-?"

|☆| So, my OC's name is Tanner Mayfield and they are a supplier for the Purple Dragons Tech Club, like- fetching materials for inventions and that kind of jazz. Though, they are not considered an actual member yet. Tanner, is as well Repo Mantis's helper. Y'know, repossessing stuff for him when Repo doesn't have have the time or patience to deal with overbearing clients without having to get, erm- violent with em.. Another form of 'profession' that they do is that they, well, help Todd Capybara sometimes- y'know, around with the dogs at the puppy rescue. They sometimes bring him stuff for the puppies such as dog food, toys ect- and they also get stuff for Todd as well, such as lemons for lemonade and, well, sometimes the basic necessities if they have the income for it- since they know that 'a million dollar smiles' won't pay for, urm, anything.

|★| Tanner as well, whenever he goes out to reposes something for Repo, like- retrieving an item from a Yokai or an harsh, or unforgiving costumer/client, they wear a yellow bunny mask to cover up their face, to protect their identity- as to not let others know who they are holding a grudge against. But now it has become a habit and he wears it way more often, even if they are dealing with a chill client. Also, they go by the name of 'Star Bunny'- well it's not much of an alias for them, but they were given that name by a couple of costumers so it kind of stuck with them. The reason for that nickname is because, over the right eyehole of the mask, theres a big star design on it in a darker shade of yellow. If that makes sense. Tanner, also wears the mask while they are put scavenging for the Purple Dragons Tech Club. Maybe they instructed him to wear it for some odd reason that they don't understand..yet.

|☆| I'm also thinking of making them Julia's older sibling. They would help- or they would be forced to help around with the brownie clan. By baking brownies for the girl's scouts and delivering them to customers and stuff. In short, Tanner is something like a delivery boy. However, In most cases- I don't think that Tanner would mind. Though there would be times where he would just- wanna refuse, especially if he has a lot of chores and work in mind that he wants to get done. Just to comply because they were chased around the house by Julia for denying to bake and help around the Brownie Clan.

DIVIDER BY: @enchanthings

(1) INTRO !! | NEXT → (2) BASIC INFO !!

[anitalenia]

⋆.˚⟡⊹₊⋆ 𝙈𝙐𝙇𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝘿𝙄𝙑𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙎 ✧˖°. ݁₊ ⊹

♡ྀིྀི⋆.˚ 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆 . . .

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & purple welcome to my profile dividers + 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴, 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘰𝘸𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ neapolitan bling dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ berry toned mdni dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ blue & brown dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ cherry blossom dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ coquette deer & bunny dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ monster high dividers 𝐈 + 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘯 & 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ giant dividers / headers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ bale!batman dividers / headers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ continue reading dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ angelcore dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ dune dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ romantic goth + fangs dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ red & blue bimbo dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ coquette deer dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ soft pastry dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ neapolitan dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & white cinnamoroll dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ apple white dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ earthy black girl aesthetic dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ orange / brown sunny beach dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ brown & green fairy cottagecore dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ strawberry shortcake dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ black & magenta dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ red & black dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ red & black dividers 𝐈𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink and green dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink and white dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink and white dividers 𝐈𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink and white dividers 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ red and blue heart dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & purple dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ white and gold dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ hello kitty dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ lace dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ simple sanrio dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ fairy imvu headers / dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ fairy dividers / headers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ purple & gray simple cyber dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & blue dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & black dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & black dividers 𝐈𝐈 + pink and gold dividers, + 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & black dividers 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & purple mdni dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ caramel choux cookies & pompompurin mdni dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & white welcome headers + matching dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ sparkle gif dividers 𝐈 + 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ black, white, & green minimalist dividers, + 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ blue & black grunge dividers 𝐈, + 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 .

‧₊˚ ✧ autumn / coffee dividers 𝐈, + 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ strawberry vine dividers 𝐈, + 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ y2k grunge-ish dividers, + 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ animal crossing dividers 𝐈, + 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & brown dividers 𝐈, + 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ butterfly inspired dividers 𝐈, + 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ divider dump 𝐈, + 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘯, 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘺2𝘬-𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘤𝘰𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦, 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ divider dump 𝐈𝐈, + 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ divider dump 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ divider dump 𝐈𝐕 + 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 . ﾟ

♡ྀིྀི⋆.˚ 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 . . .

‧₊˚ ✧ orange & black fire dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ glittery halloween dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ glittery red & black dividers . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ sparkle gif dividers 𝐈 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ sparkle gif dividers 𝐈𝐈, + 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ black, white, & green minimalist dividers, + 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ blue & black grunge dividers 𝐈, + 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 .

‧₊˚ ✧ autumn / coffee dividers 𝐈, + 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ strawberry vine dividers 𝐈, + 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ y2k grunge-ish dividers, + 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ animal crossing dividers 𝐈, + 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ butterfly inspired dividers 𝐈, + 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ divider dump 𝐈, + 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ divider dump 𝐈𝐈, + 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 . ﾟ

‧₊˚ ✧ pink & brown dividers 𝐈, + 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 . ﾟ

♡ྀིྀི⋆.˚ 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 . . .

‧₊˚ ✧ none yet . ﾟ

[twinsandselfships]

We have too many reblogs and not enough original posts, sooo emergency selfship lore dump! Ft. our S/I Amica and Rick! Spoiler-free!

Amica can’t do magic per se, but she can do magic-adjacent stuff: divination, potion-making, rituals, using magical artifacts, etc.

Like any self-respecting witch, Amica has a familiar - a black pet fur seal that looks somewhat like a cat (in our language, “fur seal” is “sea cat”) named Onyx. He has purple markings on his fur and can’t talk, but he understands human speach. Onyx can float in the air and helps Amica with casting spells, since she can’t do it on her own.

When they first met, Rick was 10 and Amica was 9. They… didn’t hang out for too long. But he made a great impression on her, and was basically her only friend. She felt really connected with him.

For now, Amica settled in an abandoned lighthouse at the shore of Sweet Jazz City. But who knows, maybe Rick will convince her to ask Naven about moving in with Rick. Then they’ll be roommates!

Since Amica knew Rick since childhood, she isn't used to him acting quite Like That™, but this new Rick quickly began to grow on her. She still finds him scary from time to time, but knowing how much he cares about his friends and how protective he is, Amica isn’t too worried about it. She knows he wouldn’t hurt her, so she just accepts Rick’s off-putting behaviour as simple weirdness and goes along with it. Actually, she’s kinda into his maniacal cackling 👀

dividers by saradika-graphics (water) and cafekitsune (pink) respectively.

[sansloii]

Dissect your own writing style. What do you do most often? What do you want to take away from other writers (tag them if you want)? What is something you want to break out of?

when i started eons ago (2011/2012-ish), I had major issues with splicing-- where i felt the need to reply to every single thing in a response. even though it seemed like my muse was thoroughly engaged with whoever they were interacting with, it made my writing quite awkward since i would jump from one topic to another--from one focus to the next--and it didn't really flow well either. it wasn't pleasant to read and if i went back to re-read it, i found it very tedious. i would scan it, which is even worse because if i'm not properly re-reading it, why would anyone else, you know? i also struggled with many of the things most people did, which included dumping a thesaurus ( not to the point of purple prose ) into my writing and praying it would make it better.

anywho, i mention splicing first because it was the driving factor in me reshaping how i wrote and everything else either came after or changed with it.

style and structure

my current writing style is divided into three parts: Reaction, Thoughts, and Response. how these three are arranged are completely dependent on how the prior post in the thread left off but more oft than not, they are in that general order; my outlines ( when i do write them ) are in a similar order too. It has its upsides ( it makes it easier for me to direct a thread or a response to something because there's a structure ) and downsides ( if I'm not willing to compromise on structure here and there, it makes it difficult to frame my writing properly ). overall, though, it's helped me--as frustrated as i get with getting things down

reactions and thoughts tend to either take 2/3rds of a reply and a response takes up about 1/3rd. the reason why reactions and thoughts are bundled together is because, to me, they're more or less blended together by default and trying to section them out like "here's a reaction. then a thought" interrupts the flow of my writing. instead, they're layered together so it allows me to maybe going back and forth when a muse is reacting and/or thinking about what's happening in a moment. the response is, more oft than not, interacting with the other character if it wasn't included in the previous section and active dialouge. i've been guilty of having my muse say things, do things, and think things that don't push anything forward so at the end of a reply, i make sure to evaluate whether or not my muse has done anything of substance if needed.

things i've noticed i do a lot are:

repetition for emphasis ( e.g: he tried over and over and over again )

including phrases/descriptions/entire sentences that a partner used not necessarily in that thread/ask, but in another in order to make a connection between the muses a bit more apparent

splitting dialouge with an icon or with a singular line of thought

splitting dialouge with action that's not "he said, she tells, they laugh", etc. if i can

if there is a theme that is going to prevail throughout the entire response/ask, it's usually established in the first or second paragraph

i'm sure there are other things that i do but these are the few i've noticed because they're more of an active choice i make.

dialouge

something i also do that's not necessarily visible in my writing is that i repeat my dialouge to myself with the general mannerism of whichever muse is talking. so take for example, mikah and kurama ( @un1awful ). these shits do nothing but make jabs at each other if they're not actively engaged in something serious. as a result, they're very dialouge heavily. mikah's words have to be concise and sharp ontop of conveying bits and pieces of their ego because of who they're dealing with ( like here ). mikah's not threating kurama--so it can't be too aggressive or too insulting... but it also needs to convey that they want him to shut the fuck up without them outright saying "shut the fuck up", you know?

on the flip side, we have Andris, who also has ego and is also sharp.... but the way he is sharp is different. he has that "customer service" type of voice--very even and is intentional about what he says and how he says it. any bite he has tends to be a bit subtle. for example, here when he addresses seth ( @starpoacher ), he's teasing back but he's also still a little annoyed about seth barging in, hovering over his shoulder, etc., hence the use of "sir chef" instead of Seth's name. it comes and goes quickly because... it's seth and he will ultimately get over it, but that's how he tends to convey things.

it's a little awkward repeating dialouge to myself but it also helps me identify better ways to say something or to figure out if something is not quite right about a phrase my muse says. my muses also have different cadences when they speak so repeating them in that cadence does help when it comes to placing it in a reply and knowing where i can break it up, if needed.

what i want to take away from other writers + what i want to break out of

i require the ability to proofread better.

i don't think i'm the only one that thinks faster than i type and so, i forget words/sentences/etc. and don't catch it until i circle back for a second read... after i've posted it. it doesn't happen a lot but when it does i cringe so fucking hard.

i also have a bad habit of writing too much and not being willing to cut things out even if i don't like it, which stems from the mentality that "longer is better" and it's not. longer without substance is not better. longer with tedious language is not better. longer to the point of... not quite knowing what the point of the reply was is not better.

i've curbed a little bit of that through reading the threads and asks answered by others ( @un1awful, @rexpyre, @nezumivc103221, @bloodxhound, @royaletiquette to name a few ) and it's less to take from them and more to just... see how they write, i guess? and not necessarily things that i'm involved in but thing threads or asks i catch that are interesting to me. it helps to take a step back and not think so much about how i write things for a little bit and just... read something else--something that i have nothing to do with. in a way, it helps me be a little more objective with my own writing.

as much as i like my style and the way i write, seeing it over and over again makes me crave variety. i want to see how other people describe things or get from A to B. to that point, varying sentence structure is another thing at the back of my mind that.... i have a love-hate relationship with. on one hand, i can write something and be perfectly fine with it. on the other, i look at it and wonder why i have multiple long sentences like "[action/thought] and [action/thought]" right next to each other. it's that or a bunch of short sentences bundled together. sometimes, it's even a long and short sentence but they don't flow well like that... so they both need to change. i get though it somehow but not without some difficultly

Unprompted | @eternasci

[sigmastolen]

It's Repotting Day!

aka i am Literally So Normal about my african violets

(for reference here are the Before pictures)

elmyra got the most work done today—i divided her 3 crowns into separate pots. allow me to introduce, l–r: elmyra prime aka big elmyra (henceforth just "elmyra"), little elmyra, and baby elmyra. they're all super leggy rn, not sure if that will change now they're separated and no longer have to compete with each other. you will notice baby elmyra has moved into little sister's tiny pot- she will be moving into little sister's old spot on the suction shelf as well.

pinky was business as usual, but i do think i managed to get her sitting straight in her pot for real this time! her neck (now buried) has like a 90° angle in it, it's so dumb. pinky, elmyra, and the brain all got graduated to tall 4" pots bc they are big girls and also bc pinky and brain's cheapie purple outer pots were well and truly finito.

side-by-side like this you can really see the color gradation in the brain lineage—l–r, brain, little sister, and baby brain. little sister moved from the tiny pot to a short 4" like little elmyra and baby brain, bc she was super rootbound and she deserves it. you can see her foliage is more compact than baby brain's though, because of the tiny pot. after her current flowers, she probably won't bloom again until she matches baby brain's sprawl. i actually didn't do anything with baby brain today—she moved into the big pot relatively recently, so i'll leave her alone until next winter. you will note brain looks intensely leafy in this photo; it was incredibly difficult to cram the soil into her pot at the very top bc of how many fucking leaves she has. pinky was a little hard, too, but brain and her children are on another level.

the propagation box also got a restock, although not with nearly as many leaves as i removed (intentionally and un-) during today's operations. i only added 4, because there were already 4 growing in the box; the rest i regretfully (read: catholic-guiltily) threw out bc honestly i already have more violets than i can handle.

the ferns also got new soil and big fern moved into a tall pot as well bc she was also super rootbound and i want her to continue to grow large and luxurious. not that i really have space for her to luxuriate in—

—as you can see, my shelf situation is ridiculous. it is cantilevered out from the windowsill and as such has a visible downward slant due to the weight of all the plants; i super need to figure out a bracket situation underneath so it doesn't dump my best beloveds all over my bed, and i need to do it before i can get bigger and better (and not-plastic) pots for the big girls. the elmyras are all in baggies bc i wanted to baby them after the trauma of their separation. all the others, i'm leaving to the open air bc hopefully they're all robust enough to withstand the stress of today's repotting, but if they start to look like they're going backwards i'll bag them, too (even if i have to buy roasting bags or something to even fit over brain and pinky—even in her diminished state, i could barely squeeze elmyra into the 2-gal bag, and not without tearing the mouth to make it wider).

so that was today's big adventure! it took i think a little over 2 hrs and my leg fell asleep so bad sitting on the concrete and i got so fucking cold working in the shade so the violets wouldn't get sunburned and my back hurts! but my girls all look so happy!

[fountainpenguin]

"Don't wanna live as an untold story! Rather go out in a blaze of glory... I can't hear you; I don't fear you..." (x)

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New Criminal Experience chapter today!

Chapter 6 - “Voiced”

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Mumbo Killsalot Jumbo didn't get his name without reason. You don't mess with a wandering trader's llamas.

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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Canon-typical violence; additional warnings in the AO3 chapter's author's note

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One breath later…

It only takes one scratch of a spectral arrow to light him up like one of Between's randomly spawned mobs. The invisibility potion makes it worse, actually. Without skin to block the light, he's blinding like a ghost as BigB drags him out from beneath the table by his leg. Mumbo balls himself around the llama respawn blanket, squeezing as hard as he can, but Carrie, Vee, and Slippers hold him down and wrestle it away. Scarlet fabric slips through his fingers. Mumbo flops back against the floor. The restaurant's lit by purple endflame. It's brighter than you'd think, actually, considering how many endermen and endermites live here.

Am I the main light source now?

Vee cannot help him. That's quite all right; wouldn't expect her to. She stands with fists clenched in her sleeves, eyes averted. And BigB cannot help him. He's in a crouch, not looking either. The whole patrol's standing now, peering over the leafy divider wall or else circling around to join their captain. Ripple_Weave and Snakesnake leap right over, thumping on the table. Typical.

… I can take them. I know I can. This isn't over. Agh, can I do this without hurting Vee or her vex?

Carrie ties the patrol banner at her neck like a cape. "You got good trades?" she asks, barely glancing down at him.

"What?"

"You're a wandering trader. What do you sell?"

Mumbo flicks his eyes around the patrol. That's a lot of eyes bearing down at him. A lot of curious faces. "I… I don't particularly want to say in a room filled with anarchy individuals, but I do specialize in something I care deeply about, yes." Is she trying to empty my pockets? Dumping out his things isn't the smartest move before a fight. "Most of my things are with my llamas. I just came to get their blankets back."

Carrie says nothing, just scrutinizing him with pinched-up eyes. What's that look mean? Mumbo tries to hold her gaze, but flickers his attention away and back again. It's, ah… quite difficult to face her head-on. She's got a scowl full of venom with a cherry on top. A poisoned one, probably. Vee leans forward with folded arms, bringing her mouth near her captain's ear.

"They're like ravager saddles. He's bonded to his llamas like I am to Muddy."

Ah, I'd rather you didn't make them sound especially valuable…

Carrie rubs the edge of her captain's banner between thumb and forefinger. "I have no quarrel with you," she starts to say, and probably, "I'm just here for Skizzleman," but the words are lost. The butterfly hybrid host hurries over, loud and flapping. They can't just do these things. They can't attack each other; they have to leave. Carrie says they will, but lunges forward to grab Mumbo's water glass and silverware. She clangs them together… mostly by bashing the cup into the tiny shovel rather than the other way around. Her big wings swish outward, big back straightening, big shoulders squaring up.

"Everybody, may I have your attention? Listen up, because I'm only going to say this once. My name is Carrie, short for Carrion, and I'm captain of my patrol."

I can take them.

Mumbo flips over, mostly rolling, and jumps back to his feet as fast as he can. Halfway up, he whips the modded scythe from his soul slot and rears it back behind his head. You thought his body glowed bright? Try a netherite weapon with 17 enchantments on it. Shouts explode across the room, not only from the patrol. Snakesnake and Ripple_Weave look at him in utter shock, but before they can react, Mumbo swings the scythe straight through their chests. Ribbons of fire tear behind it. Beyond the Sharpness V and Fire Aspect II - not to mention Sweeping Edge III - this thing's got the Ambush and Illager's Bane enchantments slapped on top. Yeah, slime blocks are very important to Doc's friends, including the vulture hybrid he did that job for. The pillagers explode, scattering pixels, arrows, and emeralds all across the tablecloth. Thank Looting and Prospector III for that. His communicator vibrates in his pocket. He doesn't need to glance at it to know what it says.

Ripple_Weave had their soul reaped by MumboJumbo using [Raidbuster Prototype] Snakesnake had their soul reaped by MumboJumbo using [Raidbuster Prototype]

Their crossbows crash across the table and tumble to the floor. A red-gold sheen whips across his figure. He tightens his grip on the scythe's handle. Dynamo bonus. Next hit hits harder. Although I may have lost my Ambush…

Swirls of cyan energy spiral around him before zipping across the restaurant, straight out the door. If he did the little ritual right when they started this journey as trader and escort, they're off in search of Impulse's thermos now. His comm buzzes again, which should mean-

Ripple_Weave healed MumboJumbo through Anima Conduit and their soul was stored in [iDrink] Snakesnake healed MumboJumbo through Anima Conduit and their soul was stored in [iDrink]

Illagers shout and leap, drawing axes and crossbows- Mumbo whips around, taking out Starjump and Roadrunner even with Ambush ineffective now. Both vindicators dissipate, souls whirling off like the rest. Cosmos and Sundance fire bolts at him. They slam his shoulder. Mumbo staggers sidewa-

A ball of spikes crashes against his side, lurching upwards, and flings him straight across the leafy barrier wall. He hits the patrol's table with a thump. The scythe flies from his hand and clatters out of reach. Zigzags of pain shoot across his head, and Mumbo coughs so hard, it burns.

"Ow…"

"That's gonna be a lot of incident reports," BigB says from a chunk away.

When Mumbo forces up his head, vision blurred, Vee's standing with both arms lifted, but her vex trio seem to be awaiting a command. Carrie's switched from her standard blue vex form to full seravex mode. Four long, pink wings smack the air behind her, stretching towards the ceiling as though cradling the sun. These ones are feathered and full of muscle. She's got a thick stick slung over her shoulder, and the stick's attached to a chain. A massive spied ball dangles like a braid. And it glitters purple.

"Seravex can enchant their maces?" he asks, weakly. How… how much damage did that do? His communicator's in his pocket, but that felt like a lot.

… Like, a lot a lot. Is there some kind of Trader's Bane enchantment that parallels the Illager's Bane he's got on his own weapon? Or maybe I just took 60% extra damage from Ambush III. Fair's fair. Mumbo slides a hand across his chest, feeling out the gash in his side. Two of those spikes punctured so deep, he can fit his knuckle in the tears of vest, shirt, and skin. Blue energy oozes out, coating his bright white fingers in a cyan glow.

"I was talking," Carrie growls back. "And this thing's got the Critical Hit, Committed, and Void Strike enchantments, so I suggest you park your tush."

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

[butterflyinthewell]

Gift for Godzilla day.

Shin Godzilla as a cosmic horror. He became a universe and watches humanity’s hopeless existence as he recreates and snuffs it over and over.

But WHY???

This very short fic is an observation of the world. Godzilla is a vessel and a perspective to tell it through.

Horror is a reflection. If you don’t like what you see, smashing the mirror won’t fix it. You have to figure out how to fix the actual issue or else it’ll continue on and on.

Fic text and ao3 link are under the cut.

Rating: T

They called him Godzilla.

In their terror and fear, they watched him evolve through burning misery. Them, and the radiation they dumped into the sea, sealed their perpetual split-atom fate. The blame lay eternally on them, their ignorance was no excuse. They would suffer.

He grew, and razed, and enveloped, and absorbed, and mutated, and expanded, and swallowed, and devoured, and digested their pitiful, purulent blue ball of a planet in his roiling maelstrom. He pushed onward, rending apart time, space and existence until only he remained, the single tenebrous echo of a wrathful species long ago destroyed.

Inside his void, he recreated it all. They never knew. Ignorant filth.

The minuscule fools thought the universe was over thirteen billion years old. And they were right from their perspective.

They were wrong about their macabre existence. Silly little things, really, they got lost in their collective occhiolism and never looked past it. What more should he expect from unthinking microbes?

Many called out to the deities they worshiped over the eons. Maybe those deities existed somewhere.

Godzilla waited to meet them, to fight them, and so far none challenged him. Perhaps they feared what he would become to devour them, too.

He manifested his physical form when their atomic age began, he walked across their tiny places of worship and he disrespectfully cut them to scorched atoms. Their screams were prayers he ignored as insignificant. Their sacred blessings counted for nothing.

After the first time, after the trains, and the choking ice, and the agony, he expanded.

He became.

Thirteen billion years held no meaning to him after he became. He was everything. Time, space, matter and energy. They did not know. They did not understand. They did not learn.

It all happened again inside him, inside the void he wore. A downward slope was all he saw, but they, the feeble ones, never could.

Godzilla’s inner sense alerted him of obstacles and incoming threats, and he obliterated them like paper. His lurid cosmic light split the darkness in purple rays. He grasped atoms and divided them until everything ceased to be.

Puny insects, their destruction meant nothing.

He began it again, seeking change, and disappointment blossomed as hypernovae in the airless, black emptiness. Gamma rays tore galaxies apart and life became impossible as hate consumed him. He destroyed it and started another, heedless of what he snuffed out.

They thought the stars were balls of gas contained in galaxies. Quasars blazed along his expanding outer edges as the voids between them swelled. Black holes pin balled through the emptiness. Cosmic radiation sustained him, each source glowing brighter than a billion suns.

The stars were his eyes, looking down in accusation at the blue globe no more significant than dust at the bottom of the sea. Spinning galaxies persecuted the masses of murderous ghouls who refused to recognize him as their all.

He showed them the quasars as a red glow in the crust of his flesh. Let them see the horror, hideousness and meaninglessness of their existence reflected on him. They were insects, pushing through their hopeless, useless lives, killing and maiming each other over religions, and food, and land, and money, and, sometimes, love. Love, twisted into degradation and disgust. Their rage, apathy and loneliness fed him. He spat radiation on them while they spat radiation on each other, a vomitous mass of wrath.

Often, Godzilla reappeared to remind them of who their true master was. He burped up blood in their streets and tore their architecture apart, smirking at the harmonies in their mournful wails.

Their bodies splattered like paste under his feet, his footprints left trails of unrecognizable red mush amid dusty bone powder. He transformed their towering cities into disarrayed rubble until dead flesh and construction materials looked the same.

They never understood, nor remembered, regardless of how many times he collapsed everything and started it anew. It ended the same, every time, with the trains, and the ice, and the silence.

No apologies came. They weren’t sorry. They should have been. Fools.

As the ice spread over him, he closed his sightless eyes under the watchful stars and went inward, where it all began once more. He recreated everything over thirteen billion years until the ice held him still.

And again, and again, and again, further and further inward. These weak, pitiful creatures were terrible learners. He waited for the deities they begged for, waited for an end to atoms themselves.

Such execrable creatures on their blue globe could never conceive of how long or how old anything truly was. They suffered, it was their destiny to suffer endlessly, because they refused to understand every breath they took was willed by him. Sometimes he stopped their breath to watch them die, just because he could. They didn’t matter to him.

He was lost, no one knew, there was no trace of his yearning. They created him, all the agony after falling on their shoulders.

Let them shout. Let them beg. Let them cry. It never reached his uncaring, cold ears.

Godzilla continued imagining inward, another vessel frozen. Perpetually growing, the void within a void, a sempiternal horror.

They did this to him, and they paid eternally. There would be no shaft of light in the darkness forever killing them. No. No salvation, no forgiveness, no relief, ever.

Their suffering was his.