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[fooltofancy]

going through my sideblogs like wow did you know i had a blog explicitly for character inspiration? me either!!

[aaadoors]

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[coveredinredpaint]

more stuff i made!! croptop and patches

finally fixed my mother mother shirt by turning it into a croptop, by turning the bottom of the shirt into sidepanels so itd fit again

also no i do not listen to mother mother because of tiktok

i discovered them like any normal tween, through warrior cats multi animator projects

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and some patches i designed and painted

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Need more creep pervy poe 🙏🙏🙏🫡😭😭🫠🫠

Distractions

Requested by: Anonyy. :)

A/N: Imagine if the reader would casually climb up the ladder to his cockpit, looking inside and seeing the messy business Poe's doing💀

Dark!Yandere!Poe Dameron x Reader

Quick summary: Poe's obsessed with you and found a new and flawless way to relieve his pent up desires while watching you doing your daily work.

Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the tags!

Tags: Poe being a perv and a creep, male masturbation, possessive Poe, mature themes, dirty thoughts, dark themes, stalking.

You are always so cute, precious and adorable in his eyes. Poe had his eyes on you since the first day. He loved watching you at briefings, he made sure to always make eye contact with you when he was explaining something. He loved seeing you paying attention to him.

Poe soon found himself day dreaming about you, he found you irresistible even. He even asked Leia to assign you to maintain his X-Wing, only to have excuses to be close to you.

Poe even found a way to relieve his pent up desires almost right infront of you - it was easy, he only had to sit in the cockpit of his X-Wing, it gave him more than enough cover to deal with himself. The only thing that would be a problem is someone calling out for him or making him climb out of the cockpit. He didn't wanted the whole base seeing him walk around with a raging hard-on after all.

His new way of unloading went surprisingly perfect. He pretended to look at his datapad whenever he saw someone looking at him while his eyes were always locked on you.

One day was like his luckiest day - almost the whole base were on transports and loading supplies into the Raddus Cruiser. Only maintenance crew and some few members stayed behind to keep the base running. You were left too, obediently continuing your tasks.

Poe sent BB-8 to help the others so he could do his business in peace. He climbed into his cockpit and looked out for you. Once he had his eyes on you, his hand unzipped his flight suit and got his semi-hard cock out

"Mm, honey, if you could see the things you always do to me...so beautiful."

He gave himself a few strokes and concentrateted on filthy thoughts of you. He watched you kneeling down to fix a sidepanel on another X-Wing. The view was perfect for him, he loved the way your uniform hugged you perfectly - tightly.

The grip around his cock tightened, he imagined what it would be to finally have you all for himself, no other man would even dare to look at you when he is around.

"Look at you presenting yourself to me like that...as if you know what I'm doing, like you're just teasing me until I finally snap and take what's mine..."

Poe's eyes roll back in pleasure, his mind completely clouded with you. The tip of his cock is already leaking a generous amount of pre cum, he uses it to spread it around his shaft, to slicken himself and imagining his fist being your hole, your wet, leaking hole as he takes you.

He looked back to you and saw you approaching, but you didn't seem to notice him. You walked around his X-Wing to seek advice from another Resistance member. He saw a male member walking with you back towards your workplace, helping you. Seeing you working with another man made his blood boil, but that didn't stop him from stroking himself.

"I would have gladly helped you out, sweetie, but you don't know how I feel about you yet - so I guess you're forgiven for now."

Once the male left, Poe leaned back again and let his thoughts be consumed by you. In a twisted way he thought about what the possibility would be of you climbing up the ladder on his X-Wing and look inside the cockpit - seeing him stroking his cock. How he would love seeing your expression.

His pace increased, he saw you laying on your back and go under the X-Wing to fix something underneath. Your legs were slightly spread for balance, but it only fueled Poe's nearly insatiable hunger for you even more.

"Fuuck... you're so naughty... my naughtly little thing... I swear if you keep doing things like that I will drag you away and you have to call in sick for tomorrow because you won't be able to walk around like you do now..."

He leaned his head back against the seat and began to stroke himself faster, adding stimulation by tightening and un-tightening his fist. He reached into the pocket of his suit and got some tissue out for his imminent orgasm.

The orgasm hit him like a blaster bolt as he groaned deeply and unloaded himself onto the tissue, swiftly cleaning himself up.

After a while he noticed you walking out of view and he took advantage of it, opening the cockpit and quickly making his way down. Poe heard something and looked up in the sky to see the Resistance members coming back. He knew it would take time for them to fully settle everything back into the base and he intented to make use of that time.

Poe walked towards the direction you went into, throwing the used tissue into a nearby trash bin.

Meanwhile you were at the Astromech section of the hangar, preparing an Astromech to be checked. Suddenly Poe approached the entrance

"Oh, hey, Commander." You greeted him innocently.

"Hey there. Listen, I need you to get me the red Astromech over there, he's just deactivated and he has a special modification needed for unloading some heavy equipment." Poe lied efficiently his tone was laced with the hoarsness of his earlier doings.

"Sure thing." you nodded, turning around and walking towards the red Astromech as instructed.

You kneeled down on one knee, reaching out to activate the droid but it didn't activate. Suddenly you heard heavy steps behind you and a presence crouching down behind you

"There let me help you." It was Poe's voice, he grabbed your wrist and brought it back to your side.

"Poe what are you doing?" Your breathing increased, feeling adrenaline coursing through you.

"I wanna tell you something. Come here." Poe suddenly grabbed you by your arms and pulled you back up and lead you to the workbench, placing your wrists on the rough surface, making you bend slightly.

Poe leaned in close, his breath was hot against your ear "You're quite the distraction, you know that?"

"The hell do you mean?"

Poe chuckled, "Hmm, you know exactly what I mean. You belong to me now - infact you already did since day one. You just had no idea. But once we are alone I will tell you everything." you felt the grin against your skin as his lips trailed down your neck, making goosebumps rise up.

Poe kissed your neck softly, sucking on the skin to make sure to give you hickeys and mark you. He grazed his teeth over your skin, making you whimper slightly as he slowly ground himself against you.

"H-hey, Poe, you know the others are back, right?" You asked, hoping he would stop.

Poe snorted "Yeah. That's why I'm taking you with me now so we can be alone."

Poe pulled back and dragged you with him towards his quarters to finally confess his obsession about you and make sure you will belong only to him from now on.

[the-east-art]

That imagery wasn’t Sylvins’ own - the part of about ‘landing’ here. It was Joeys’ term when she had been filling Sylvin in on where they were going next. Routine had ruled the last month - had filled the hole left by the lack of a home. Within the first ten minutes on the road in the morning Joey would lay out the stops for the day, the trajectory of their driving. Sylvin never asked, and did her best never to show it, but the information helped. Their movements could be mapped out in her head in a way the last four years couldn’t be.

So that’s what Joey had said today. The only item on the docket: Get to Utah for a place to land for a while and rest their wings.

An analogy to birds, flying west rather than south. Or maybe to something else with feathers that Joey was thinking about.

The house was a sad looking thing, with it’s yellow lawn and cracked pavement driveway. No garage for the car, just a little overhanging roof for the vehicle to perch under. The white paint on the sidepaneling was peeling. She wasn’t sure what to think of it. It didn’t look like the motels they had been staying at, and it didn’t look like her old apartment. The place didn’t look like much at all.

[pinkprettycure]

"custom blog themes suck a lot of ppl pick awful themes!!" dude we already have the sidepanel thing then if you want that so bad??? some of us want the theme though

[gabe495]

i'm not trying to being mean but as someone who has used both tumblr and twitter. the more i keep trying to get accustomed to the new dashboard, the more i can't help but wonder if this was a layout change that was forced into release without any actual demos or tests with regular tumblr users or even regular twitter users. because the discrepancies in basic menu option accessibility for both twitter's feed (and the feed of its clones) and the old tumblr dashboard are just too frustratingly evident to ignore.

unlike tumblr, almost all twitter's listed menu settings (as shown in the left panel) all open their own page, replacing the timeline; and that includes notifications and messages. outside of one instance, they don't use dialog boxes.

the reason for this design choice immediately becomes obvious when you have tumblr copying the twitter layout and menu panel but still using dialog boxes for activity and messages:

(yes, you can load activity in its own page, but you still have to open the activity dialog box to get there or you navigate through the settings for your blog to get there; rather than the activity page being opened up as the default like on twitter)

obviously when going back to the previous layout, it's not a problem since the dashboard is spaced out and the menu buttons are positioned in the top right corner. so no obstruction of your timeline/posts as it currently stands now.

and going back to the left sidepanel. that one exception to dialog boxes i mentioned that twitter does have, is for listing additional menu options (such as drafts, account settings, etc.); since the left sidepanel is almost completely filled by menu options by this point.

so of course tumblr's approach to this is was to not only copy it anyway and squeeze all the menu options in the side panel, but also force the account options (which had their own dialog box) and the setting options (which were their own page!) into drop-down menus within the side panel. so now the menu list is so long you now have to scroll within in the side-panel to reach those options, which are also constrained in size to fit within the side-panel.

if it's not obvious by this point, i'm really hoping the old dashboard layout comes back sooner rather than later.

[oneleggedflamingo]

I'm almost done with new pants. I just need to add a thin sidepanel to the outside seam of the pant leg, because cutting the fabric was a mission impossible situation and so there was no seam allowance. And then I need to add belt loops and finish the hem of the pant legs.

[ynneleac]

i wish the subscriptions section in the sidepanel on youtube could be personally arranged instead of whatever method they use for determining its order

[academic-sunny]

Sites for my fellow writers

https://www.goodhousekeeping.com/#sidepanel — help yourself and hit the search button. Then, you'll have a thousand of name lists from diverse origins

drive.google.com — to backup your books in case of some device failing or something like that

https://www.fantasynamegenerators.com — not only an name generator, but an object, disease, species and and much more!

https://rollforfantasy.com — has campaign guides for the RPG fans and a lot of descriptive guides for writers

http://www.users.totalise.co.uk/~leiafee/ramblings/realistic_injuries.htm — literally a guide for writing realistic injuries

https://crimefictionbook.com/2016/04/21/ — cool and informational stuff about... well... see it for yourself

https://howtodothewritething.com/secrets-psychological-suspense-thriller/ — guides for writing an specific genre

Hope this helps you! Good luck!

[nutzo0001]

random find, recomm.

[immortalecstasy-blog]

THE MURDER HOUSE ON MOREHEAD 18+

Everyone knows that every Halloween ‘The Murder House’ puts on the best show. There have live actors in every terrifying room, a fully licensed bar, hot food, hell there’s even a hay ride through the woods, and this year, rumour has it, they’ve even got a swarm of zombie cheerleaders stalking the fake graveyard outside.

No one ever had Eddie Munson pegged to be a successful businessman. But he seems to have it all worked out. Until now. Until her.

WARNINGS: Period-Typical Homophobia / Bad Parent Laura Cunningham / Slow Burn / Hurt/Comfort / Eddie is a feeder / Henry Creel Exists/ Painful Break Up

Until that thing in the attic decides it’s had enough of its home being used a tourist attraction.

Eddie barked out a laugh as he beat the soccer mom into the only visible parking space. She shot daggers at him as he jumped down from the driver’s seat. His beaten up old Chevrolet van had seen better days. One of the sidepanels had a huge scrape down it, pock-marking the inside with specks of sunlight, the footwell was a driving hazard, piled with fast food wrappers and empty drinks cans.

It stuck out like a sore thumb. Just like its owner.

Hell, Eddie had never wanted to step foot back in this place.

Hawkins Highschool loomed ahead of him, and it was only the tide of the crowd that moved him inextricably forwards. He hadn’t been back here in years. The full 3-6-5 had looped the loop a couple times – three? No four. There was a leap year in the mix there somewhere too, probably. Honestly, he hadn’t been paying attention.

He’d baulked at the invitation and was already regretting being talked into it as the crowd swarmed the halls like a hive of fire ants.

It was all worth it seeing Dustin walk onto the stage with his stupid robe and his stupid hat.

It was even better when Dustin absconded from the ‘official’ afterparties and instead suggested they get blackout drunk in his garden. Dustin had invited the all the current and ‘legacy’ members of The Hellfire Club – an afterschool Dungeons & Dragons club that Dustin had been running for the last two years. It had been Gareth’s before that, Eddie’s before that, and Rick’s before that, though Rick had not accepted the invitation.

Eddie and Gareth had talked about it a lot before they’d handed Hellfire over to Dustin.

Mike had had more experience at running the game. He’d been taking on the role of Dungeon Master before he’d even hit Middle School. But Mike had a tendency to be oblivious as fuck to the world around him, accidentally rubbing people up the wrong way left right and centre. Hellfire Club was already a bit of a black sheep in terms of after school activities – and they’d joked Mike would run it into obscurity within a year.

Dustin, on the other hand, was… approachable, even if he was a little weirdo. Gareth said he had the same radar Eddie did, able to pick out the one lost sheep in the herd and shelter them from the wolves.

It was Dustin who had found them Erika Sinclair, and Erika who was responsible for the gaggle of Sophomores and Juniors sporting Hellfire shirts around the picnic table.

Every one of them was too young to partake in the alcoholic element of the celebrations – even by Eddie’s lax standards – but he said nothing as he watched the sixteen-year-old Sinclair abscond with a six-pack from the table and stealth it back to the group.

She didn’t know it yet, but Baby Sinclair was going to be the new face of Hellfire.

“You want to tell her now? Before she starts drinking?” Dustin asked.

Eddie grinned, “It’s your club man – she’s your protégé.”

“Yeah but, I kind of wanted you to…” Dustin made a weird jerk of his head, and Eddie understood.

Dustin wanted the theatrics.

Grinning, he swung his leg around the picnic bench and vaulted up onto the table.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, can I have your attention please!” He yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth. The general chatter died, and someone raced to turn off the record player.

“First of all, a big congratulations to four of my favourite weirdos for graduating.” Eddie raised his beer can to Dustin and then searched out Will, Lucas and Mike in the crowd. “On the first try too! Good job boys.”

A little cheer went up and Eddie took a healthy slug from his can before crushing it in one hand.

“Now, I have to be honest, losing four members of my little ol’ club in one go – that’s pretty extreme. You know?” Eddie said, kicking at an imaginary football. “You boys get to play with the big guns again –” he admitted, grinning. Honestly, he was really looking forward to pulling them into the monthly sessions all the old gang still managed to pull off around their mismatched schedules. “but, what of Hellfire?”

Eddie tossed the crushed up can in air and caught it, before throwing it again and batting it right at Erika.

She flung her hands up just in time and knocked it away, “What the hell Eddie?”

“What do you say Sinclair the Younger? You ready?”

“For what?”

Eddie grinned as Dustin held out his Dungeons Masters Screen, Eddie took it from him and held it aloft.

“With great power, Sinclair.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I have to look after these losers for the next two years?”

Eddie cackled. Her mask of annoyance lasted less than three seconds before a grin was spreading across her face and she was jogging over to take the screen from him.

Eddie held it higher, putting out his hand to pull her up onto the table before presenting it to her and lifting her arm like she was a champion wrestler.

When he finally set her down and let her scamper back off to her table to get squashed into a group hug, Gareth was looking up at him patiently.

“Sup man?”

“I have an idea.”

Eddie grinned wickedly, “That’s dangerous. I’m in.”

Just as Eddie was about to jump down he caught Steve beckoning him over from the other side of the garden, looking haggard.

“Hold that thought.” Eddie told Gareth, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

He hopped down and bee-lined for Steve.

“I need to tell you something, and you need to swear you will never tell another living soul.”

“…O…kay?”

“Eddie, swear.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Swear on Hellfire.”

Eddie baulked, “I… swear. I swear on Hellfire I will never breathe a word. What’s up?”

“I need you to do something for me – well, it’s not for me, it’s for Robin.”

“Okay.”

“You can say no.”

“Okay. Dude. What?”

“You swear.”

“Harrington, for fuck’s sake. Yes. Just… what?”

Eddie’s mind was still trying to reboot when he made his way back to Gareth, so he missed a lot of the minor details. But he caught the important parts. Creepy House. Keys. Halloween Attraction. Business Partners.

“We’d need an artist though.” Gareth was saying, stroking an imaginary beard.

“What about Will?”

“Byers?”

“Yeah man, he’s like… legit. He’s applying to art programmes and all kinds of shit.”

Gareth looked over to where Will was stood with Mike, hanging onto his best friends every word.

“Yeah, okay. Ask him.”

“You ask him.” Eddie laughed, “It’s your idea – and I need to um, I need to…”

“What?”

Eddie scowled. “Okay – fine. I’m going to go hit on Buckley.”

“You what?” Gareth scoffed.

“It’s about time, no?”

“I didn’t even know you liked her.” Gareth admitted, surprised.

Eddie shrugged.

“I thought… um, I thought she might be…” Gareth starts slowly, and Eddie saw red flashing lights and heard alarm bells. He had no come back, so he simply failed to let Gareth finish, standing up and walking away.

“Are you sure?” Eddie asked Robin when he got close enough.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she looked pale and unhappy.

“Are you?”

Eddie shrugged, smiling reassuringly at his friend. “I’m down. Whatever you want.”

“It doesn’t have to be for long!”

“Whatever you need Buckley.”

“But what if… what if you meet someone?”

Eddie laughed, “Me? Meet someone? In Hawkins?”

“Your chances are better than mine.” Robin joked weakly.

Eddie smiled half-heartedly. “Is Steve the only one who knows?”

Robin nodded. “Well, and you, and obviously I know, and—” She cut herself off, and he saw the physical strain it took to get the next word out: “Tammy.”

“Tammy Thompson?”

“I didn’t—it was—it doesn’t matter but just, I…”

“That’s why you want to do this?”

Robin sucked in a huge breath and then nodded.

“Okay, we’ll do it.”

“Tonight?”

Eddie re-examined her tear-stained cheeks and unsteady hands.

“I think you should sleep on it first, before you decide…”

Robin reached out and grabbed his wrist. “No, she only found out tonight, if I can… if I can prove she got it wrong, that she… she just had too-much-to-drink, she… that I-like-boys…”

Her grip was surprisingly strong, the words pouring out of her without a pause for breath. Eddie automatically stepped closer, cupping her face just to soothe his friend.

Her eyes locked with his, like this was the moment he had to decide. That for Robin, this couldn’t wait for another day.

Even if she changed her mind, Eddie thought, they could call the whole thing off and laugh away any comments from their friends about one drunk little kiss.

Eddie raised his eyebrows and Robin bobbed her head a millimetre.

“Urgh, this is going to be like kissing my sister.” Eddie whispered, pulling a face.

“You don’t have a sister.” Robin whispered back as they moved closer together.

“If I did, I would totally hook you two up.”

Robin laughed, and their lips met.

Someone whooped from nearby and when they broke away – Eddie’s hand still gently cupping Robin’s face – they saw Steve jumping up and down, pumping his fist like he’d just seen his favourite team hit a home run.

Eddie chuckled, pressing his forehead against Robin’s.

“You don’t think Steve would have been a better choice?”

“The serial dater?”

“Fair. Come on, let’s get a drink.”

Eddie pulled away and took her hand in his. She fell into step beside him easily as they made their way to the kitchen. Mrs Wheeler was inside, and Eddie knew from Mike’s droning monologues that she was best friends with Tammy Thompson’s mom.

Robin obviously knew that too, because before he’d even had a chance to plan a move she had spun him around and pressed him against the counter, her hands bundled in his shirt and her mouth enthusiastically crushing his.

“Robin! Eddie! There are children here!”

Robin backed up breathlessly and mumbled out an apology, her eyes twinkling triumphantly. Eddie wiped the spit from around his mouth and grinned at Mrs Wheeler, “I’ll wait until I get her home later.”

Mrs Wheeler threw him an exasperated look and left, leaving the two of them on their own.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” Eddie laughed, turning around to pour a drink.

Robin was cackling, clearly elated that such an opportunity had presented itself.

“Is it that obvious?” She asked, coming to stand beside him, and holding out the bottle of cola.

“Alright, listen, rule one: if you’re going to shove your tongue down my throat--- no, scratch that. Rule one: Do not put your tongue in my mouth. Ever.”

THREE YEARS LATER

Robin was late.

Robin was always late. But today, she was late late. Like, even Eddie was going to be pissed at her. It wasn’t all her fault. The platters of sandwiches and confectionary they’d ordered in advance hadn’t been ready when she’d arrived at the store, and then the cart she was using had wheels with a mind of their own, and then she’d forgotten about the road works. Eddie had told her about them, warned her to go another way, but… well, she had cream cheese on her top from where she’d nearly up-ended one of the platters, and she was sweaty from manhandling the out of control cart, and that stupid woman in the store had acted like it was Robin’s fault the store hadn’t fulfilled the order they’d had for an entire week.

She skidded up the gravel driveway, the hand-painted ‘CASTING NIGHT’ sign a blur in her peripheral as she skidded to a stop.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I-love-you-I’m-sorry!” She rushed as she spilled out of the van and into Eddie.

“Where the hell have you been?”

“Don’t be mad! It wasn’t my fault…”

As they unloaded the van, Robin explained about the store, and the cart, and the cream cheese, and the roadworks.

“Is Gareth mad at me?” Robin asked as she finished her monologue.

“Furious. But Will’s distracting him, I think you’re safe.”

They moved away from the large Victorian house looming over them and around the back to the much smaller, much simpler ‘guest house’ that they used as a backstage area for the cast and crew, as storage for whatever furniture or props weren’t currently in use, and generally as a giant shed. Which, co-incidentally is what Eddie and Gareth had christened the building as.

Eddie balanced his share of the platters on one arm and got the door for Robin. She stepped through the main door of The Shed and bee-lined for the kitchen in the back, she dumped the platters down and immediately rushed to fill up one of the giant urns with water to get it on to boil.

Eddie worked quickly to spread all the platters out across the battered old dining table that dominated the kitchen and then dragged some worn out bowls from the cupboards and threw the big share-size bags of chips down into them.

There was enough food to feed fifty and enough coffee to see them through the next world war but Eddie still frowned down at the groaning table.

“Will this be enough?”

“It’s twenty peoples worth more than we had last year, and we did okay then.”

Last year, everyone had managed to get a little something to eat, but Eddie and Robin hadn’t been the only ones piling into Benny’s for a burger at the end of the night. Eddie wanted everyone to be able to eat their fill this year, and if the buzz was anything to go by they were going to have even more people here than last time, especially if Steve’s little cheerleader plot came to fruition.

Plus, he’d like there to be leftovers for Jonathon tomorrow when he came to take photographs for the fresh promotional material. ‘The Murder House’ was open year-round, but the real fun (and the real money) only came at Halloween.

The rest of the time it was a cooky novelty bar with a function room for hire. They put on the odd gig, played horror movies on a screen outside. They had a handful of live actors dotted around but the ‘tour’ was mostly just to take in the creepy rooms and look at all the random creepy shit they had stacked in glass cases everywhere. They kept it ticking last year, scraping by long enough to get them to next Halloween for the real fun, but had finally decided the place needed a touch up, and the whole venue had been closed for a while now. They’d unanimously agreed it would be a smart move to coincide the re-opening with the month long Halloween spectacle.

Really, it was a good job Gareth’s parents had just gifted him the monstrosity of a house. There was no way they’d be able to afford their little passion project otherwise. Their original idea of kitting it out as a bed and breakfast in the off-season had come to a spectacular stand-still only three weeks in. In fact, if it wasn’t for the balls on Will Byers – and the already kindling soft spot he had for Gareth – the whole thing would have been down the toilet before it even started.

But they had the house rules now, and anyone who didn’t take them seriously either figured things out the hard way or were bodily removed from site with a lifelong ban and a reassurance that this was the most pleasant of the possible outcomes as they were thrown into the gravel outside.

HOUSE RULES

A BUDDY SYSTEM MUST BE IN PLACE AT ALL TIMES. YOU MUST NEVER BE ALONE IN THE MAIN HOUSE.

DO NOT GO IN THE ATTIC

IF YOU HEAR NOISES FROM THE ATTIC, NO YOU DIDN’T.

They had no trouble with rules two and three. The stairs leading up to the attic had been blocked off with a heavy-duty metal gate that was locked at all times. Gareth and Eddie each had a key, and it took both keys (and both of their strength) to get into the damn thing.

It was rule one new people seemed to have a hard time with. ‘it was only for a second’, ‘I just needed something from my car’, ‘I needed the toilet, my buddy is my boyfriend, you think I want him to hear me peeing?’. Every god damn excuse in the book.

But now they had guides for all the tour groups, the toilets were unisex, there were signs banning anyone from leaving the group unless there was an emergency, in which case they had to talk to their guide. Every guide and every member of the backstage crew was linked up with a radio.

Nothing had ever actually even happened to anyone outside of the attic, they were just being cautious, and maybe playing it up a bit for the spook factor.

“I need to let Gaz know the foods sorted. Will you come up with me?” Eddie asked.

Robin nodded, plugging in the urn and double checking the lid was secure before turning around. She automatically took Eddie’s hand as they left The Shed and headed outside and up towards the main house.

They’d been ‘dating’ for three years now, and it had become habitual by now, to the point where people didn’t have to be around for them to hold hands, or for Eddie’s arm to go around her shoulder when they were watching television, or for her to hold his waist to move him out of the way and just naturally turn into a hug.

She’d even gotten him to quit smoking (well, she thought she had anyway)

They did love each other, very much. Just not in the way everyone thought. Steve was still the only one who knew, even after Will and Gareth had come clean about their own relationship, Robin still wasn’t ready to come out to anyone but Eddie and Steve, and just as he’d predicted, Eddie hadn’t met anyone that made him want to put a permanent end to his faux-relationship.

They had ‘breaks’ sometimes. Their friends just thought their relationship was volatile, but really Robin was just giving him the green light to land a couple of one-night-stands without being branded a cheater if anyone happened to see him picking a girl up and start spreading rumours. This was their longest stint, it had been six months since their last ‘fight’. Eddie had bedded some girl in Indianapolis, and lay there afterwards, sweaty and itchy and came to the startling realisation that he would much rather be platonically big-spooning his best friend than lying next to some stranger in a hotel room.

There might not have been anything sexual between them, but there was still intimacy, and Eddie had realised he really wasn’t bothered about sex when it was ‘just sex’.

He’d snuck out and drove back to Hawkins, he’d let himself into Robin’s house, showered and climbed into bed next to her.

“Did you strike out?” Robin had asked sleepily, budging up to give him more space.

“No, but… she snored. Couldn’t sleep.”

“Ah. Better luck next time.”

Eddie had nibbled his bottom lip for a moment and then said, “Let’s not ‘fight’ anymore, okay?”

“Okay Eddie.” Robin had agreed sleepily, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze.

Eddie swung their hands between them as they walked up the steps onto the porch and through the stained glass front door, shouting out to the other two. “Yo, lovebirds!”

The next two chapters are already available on AO3

[baggebythesea]

Oooooh! I have to try Gonchin' in Eureka. And to be perfectly fair, the infinite wolfman glitch would actually be pretty spot on for the directors cut* version of Goncharov (*the DDR release)

I agree that the official Goncharov TTRPG was uninspired, but I actually have to make the case for the UNOFFICIAL TTRPG, using the reverse-palindrome engine.

Apparently it was meant to be a GURPS module from the beginning (you can see the remains of that in some of the more unhinged sidepanel discussing crossover potential. You have not lived if you haven't seen the stats for Ice Pick Joe Dinosaur Hunter. But there were 'creative differences' and the team went with their own system instead, which actually is where the Reverse-Palindrom Engine first was conceuptualized.

Obviously the engine has been reworked A LOT since then (and obviously there is still a lot of bad blood between the original creators), but Goncharov was the first game that used the Infinite Table meachanics in combination with Diceless Percentage Negotiation, which made the game hillariously unbalanced (if you ever wondered where the 'bank clerk beats mob enforcer' meme comes from). Also, it had a lot of fun with archetypes. Who can forget the femme fatalle special ability shifting with the colour of her fur coat? Or the 'sexual tension smoking' class feature.

Anyway, I don't think that many copies were ever printed, but there used to be a bootleg pdf somewhere on rpg dot net for those who are interested.

what RPG would you use to run Goncharov?

Anything but the official Goncharov TTRPG which was just a cheap Dungeons & Dragons 6th edition reskin. So disappointing.

I might consider Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy 2nd edition: the long-awaited sex update looks really promising, and once they fix the infinite wolfman glitch it should be perfect for Gonchin'.

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