#take it and run ig

[livwritesstuff]

It’s late in the day when Sam Owens first approaches Eddie.

Eddie is sitting in a lawn chair on the edge of Joyce and Hopper’s backyard in Hawkins, Indiana, and sort of trapped there ever since his and Steve's daughter Moe had dozed off in his lap a little while ago.

For the record, Eddie and Steve don’t live in Hawkins. They’d have to be insane to stick around after everything this hole of a town put them through, never mind willingly choose to raise a child there. No, Hopper had bullied them into making the trek home to celebrate Moe's first birthday (Jesus H. Christ, she's one) and by the looks of how crowded the yard is, he'd done the same to practically the entire rest of the Party too.

Eddie isn't actually trapped either. It's true that he doesn't really want to tempt fate by waking Moe up from a nap that he and Steve had sort of resigned themselves to skipping that day, but he could get up if he wanted to. He's a whole sap in his big age of thirty-six though, and extremely aware of how quickly Moe’s first year of life had flown by. He'd be a damn fool to not relish in these moments, when Moe is a baby still, when she's little enough to fall asleep in his lap like this.

So he's sitting and he's letting his mind wander down whatever rabbit-holes it ventures upon because he's not just a sap these days, he's getting retrospective too.

Twenty years after all the shit that went down in his Hawkins, Eddie considers himself a secondary character in it all (even though it hadn’t felt like it at the time – that’s for fucking sure). 

Honestly, he'd really only been involved in about five days out of several years of that shit – not in the know yet for the first part, and unconscious for the end of it – secondary character stuff, in Eddie’s opinion (and as a two-time published novelist, he’d be the one to know).

It's probably for the best, to be honest. He barely survived even the secondary stuff — with a mostly-full picture of everything that happened over those three years he feels pretty positive that if he’d gone through anything more he wouldn’t have been so lucky. 

And these days, in July of 2002, he’s feeling pretty lucky too. 

“Doc,” Eddie nods as Owens takes the empty chair beside his own.

Owens is another one of these secondary characters in everything. Owens is…Eddie isn’t sure who Owens is, to be honest. A doctor in some capacity, he's fairly certain, and also a scientist too in some capacity given how he’s still in Hawkins doing research on all that shit — and he roped Dustin into it too (though as far as Eddie can tell, Dustin is a more-than willing victim in it and goddamn thrilled to be taking over his work someday too).

Someday soon, Eddie would wager, because Owens is well and truly reaching retirement age – he probably should have retired already, honestly, but Eddie can also sort of see why it might be difficult to step away from the kind of work he’s spent his life doing.

“Mr. Munson,” Owens greets him in return. Eddie watches his eyes flick down to Moe for a moment, “Or is it Pops these days?”

“That’s Steve, actually,” he replies, tipping his head in the direction of Steve, who’s standing at the grill with Hop (they’re listening to Dustin ramble about something and wearing matching beleaguered expressions).

Owens seems to understand the implication, because his only response is another one of those wry smiles and an exhaled laugh.

“Well, congratulations either way. I was very happy for you when I heard the news about the adoption.”

“Still keeping tabs on us after all these years?” Eddie asks, mostly joking because he knows the answer is yes. He knows they’ll have eyes on them for the rest of their lives for one reason or another (which he’s nearly made his peace with by now).

“Well, old habits die hard,” Owens replies somewhat tiredly, “Or something to that effect.”

Eddie doesn't really have anything to say in response, so he opts to say nothing, instead running a hand over Moe's hair — it's getting long these days, not quite long enough to style yet but long enough that she shakes her head to get it out of her eyes and knocks herself off-balance which is so so cute.

“I’ll admit," Owens continues after a while, "When I first met you, this isn’t where I thought you’d end up.”

“Yeah, you and me both, Doc," he laughs, because it's true.

“What I mean to say," he pauses, "It suits you.”

Moe chose that moment to finally stir, snuffling a bit as she lifts her head and looks at him with those beautiful brown eyes of hers.

"Good nap, bug?" he asks quietly.

She responds with a bleary, "Dada" (which she had only just started saying a few weeks ago and it goddamn kills Eddie every single time) as she nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder.

He hears Owens let out a soft chuckle.

“You’re really milking this, bug," Eddie says as presses a kiss onto the top of her head, "I think he gets it.”

[limbcom]

"Holding your hand doesn't have to mean that I accept your friendship," the liar said to the truthful, trying to lie in front of the only person who understands his intentions.

He knows, of course, that the liar did not lie. For the liar is also the truthful.

[roseworth]

based on a convo with my brother

[creatively-cosmic]

after literally years i decided to play kingdom again like two days ago . i dont care much for shadow milks design so i did my own take on it for fun :] plus vanilla but that design already existed i just updated it a bit oughnjdjnkdfsl

[astral-disastral-catastral]

MERRRY NEW YEAR CHAT!1!1!1!!!!! Ermm I ran out of space in the tags goes to show how reluctant I am to shut my up fck abt these 2 buffoons [/aff] and in general about anything BUT that's otay. When I say "probably thr most toxic pairing in the game [...]" I mean it affectionately beast×ancient enjoyers would NOT be on my DNI list if I had one you're all welcome here💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 ANYWAYS.. have this ig‼️❕️❕️❗️❕️❗️❕️❗️❕️❗️❕️❕️❕️‼️ its finally not 2am!!

Also have this that was supposed to come with thr smilk design analysis thing aswell however didn't... pretend I'm super smart and know everything abt the French language and France and that I know what im talking abt here

I had to use Pinterest to find jester images because the MOMENT I tried finding ANY on GOOGLE I was IMMEDIATELY faced with AI "art" which PHYSICALLY makes me feel icky and disgusted and uncomfy and i have some strange genuine fear of looking at it or touching it so..

[xxplastic-cubexx]

erik will genuinely jump at any chance he can to steal charles' last name and be so catty about it i know this for a fact WHAT is his deal

[Magneto (2011)]

[zephyrine-gale]

ZEPHYRINE IS A EPIC FAAN

SO what are your favorite songs in the sagas of epic???

luck runs out, puppeteer, wouldn't you like, thunder bringer, the challenge, wyfilwma! ramblings will be in the tags ajkdjg

my favorite character is hermes I love his silly horse laugh if i had to draw him rq he'd probably look like this in my style

[burningcheese-merchant]

This is a question I had for a while..who’s top and who’s bottom in the golden spice ship?

Down here 👇

Bit of a weird question to ask since the top/bottom dynamic is specifically for gay couples (mlm). It describes who gives it and who receives it ("it" being dick). It doesn't really work with hetero pairs because the man gives it by default. That's just how it works. Man = plug, woman = socket

So Burning Spice is the "top" bc of course he is haha. I don't think he's 100% dominant all the time, per se, I imagine them taking turns being the one "in charge" in bed (makes sense with who they are as individuals + how their relationship works imo). But there's more than one way to do that besides who puts the dick where. Example... Burning Spice is tied down to the bed so he isn't able to touch Golden Cheese while she rides him. If he tries to move or break free, he gets punished (like. He gets slapped or punched or something. Or she tightens the restraints enough to hurt*. Not being able to touch her is torture on its own tbh, everything else is extra). He's not allowed to squirm, he has to sit there and let her do what she wants without interference. He has to be a good toy/slave and let her use him. Stuff like that. He's still giving it but she's dictating how he does so ykwim

*I understand that he'd be into getting slapped around like that lol. He's a huge sadomasochist, he'd want to get roughed up just as much as he'd want to rough her up. He'd act out just to entice her to hit him again because he likes it. Then obey and do as she says because her being so domineering is hot af. Then do it all over again. He wins either way. (Only thing that sucks there is not being able to touch her tbh. He cannot keep his hands off of her, in bed and out of it. But she can atone for denying him this simple yet addicting pleasure another time...)

[bubbleiixdreams]

very random doodle/drawing I barely cooked up to medium rare…

[cafeyote]

sonadow au doodles that KILL ME!!! general gist of the au under the cut if you're curious

basically shadow is a ghost haunting the "ark" (a lab disguised as a house where he, gerald, and maria all lived) and about 50 years after his death team sonic + rouge and my bf's oc, acid, as irresponsible teens/young adults and attempt to have a party, but sonic is dragged off into the darkness to be possessed by shadow in his drunken state. they grow a rivalry fighting over control of sonics body and eventually fall in love over it (think venom and eddie brock). they live like that for a few years and the sonic gang adjust to life with a weird little ghost around, eventually fixing up the lab with eggman's help (who def starts out as a dick to begin with but. he gets redeemed bc i love him) and make a new body for shadow from his remains and a child from maria's dna who sonic + shadow take in and raise (also named maria) and its js a cushy fluffy family story from there and they have their own hoglets later too (they're t4t so one was from amy but when shadow got his body he was able to impregnate people so one of them is from him, they're twins tho :3) they kill me i love them so so so much

[dykedvonte]

there’s something i really adore about curly being revealed to being this beautiful blond man after we see him post crash like what happens to him is so awful and dehumanizing like he really loses everything but especially as a viewer/player watching this game i love the commentary it’s silently making and this uncomfortable feeling in my chest that i have to wrestle with. love it when stuff makes me feel

I think it’s so poignant that Jimmy never hallucinates or sees Curly as his pre-crash self. He only speaks to Curly about and in terms of his own thoughts and projections and rarely lets him have his own inner personal thoughts. Even before the crash it is like this. He is the perfect captain to him and to an extent the rest of the crew even if he is more actualized around the others.

So much of how Curly is dehumanized by Jimmy and the rest is representative of how the Pony Express and capitalism strips workers of their identity, into objects of service. Once he can’t do anything who or what he was is no longer important, worthless, a burden. He is both the dandy dish in HFIM, the idea of going up being before the crash, while the ball is after the crash, his forced decent downwards.

There is an argument he is dehumanized to less than an even object with how his ID card lacks a name and face in Jimmy’s hallucination. Even Anya gets her name, and identify. He is just an empty spot, a role to fill to a lot of them, which is think is why so many fans have a hard time pin pointing who Curly was before the crash and what he stood for.

So much of what we saw of Curly was a man on duty, a man serving under his job and starting to find conflict with that. We don’t really get to see Curly acting for himself and it think it tells about the way he has been molded along with the way he was trying to reshape himself outside of P.E before it was too late.

I always finding intriguing how people almost prefer to draw post crash Curly, to draw his suffering and continue, to an extent, him being the scapegoat, faceless and facing repercussions other characters and entities should. Being a figure to vent frustration to because he can’t fight back, we don’t know what he would say or how he would feel or what he would’ve done. We don’t really know that when he had skin either…

[from-stars-to-shadows]

Light Enough — first meeting. Ch. 1

Ship: Luke Ryder x Kaden

Words: 750

Cw: mention of blood and wounds but not too descriptive. // alcohol consumption

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

Surprise. I needed something for this ship like so badly~ and finally felt like sharing something so here we are! I am like...on chapter 4 already. Lol I really am liking my relationship with Luke so much ♡

Pro/com neutral ± doubles dni || This is a self ship fic if I bother you please just block me and move on ♡

The bar was dead quiet, save for the distant hum of a flickering exit sign and the sharp clink of glass being nudged under Kaden’s boot.

Luke sat at the bar. Elbows on the counter. Shoulders tense. A half-drunk bottle of water beside him. He didn’t look up when Kaden limped in, dragging one foot slightly, blood trickling down their knuckles.

“Hey.” they said, eyes scanning the empty space.

Luke glanced over, barely. “Hi.”

Kaden dropped into a booth a few feet away, wincing as they pulled a chunk of glass from their palm. It came out slick with blood.

Luke stared for a second too long, then looked away again with a tired sigh. He pushed off the barstool and disappeared behind the counter.

“Here..” he muttered a minute later, tossing a beat-up first aid kit onto the table. “Let me.”

Kaden blinked at him. “You’re awfully helpful for someone who looks like he hasn’t smiled in three years.”

“Oh you're hilarious. Don’t make me regret it.”

Luke sat across from them and held out his hand.

Kaden hesitated, then extended theirs. His touch was rough, steady. Their skin was warmer than expected. They both went quiet.

Luke cleaned the blood with practiced hands, jaw clenched like he hated playing nurse.

“Ow....” Kaden flinched. “hsss, that stings.”

“You whine so much.”

“You’re putting alcohol on an open wound. What do you expect? A giggle?”

Luke smirked a little. It cracked across his face like it didn’t know how to sit there anymore.

“What's your deal?” he asked, dabbing at a cut on their forehead.

Kaden shifted. “You mean aside from almost dying in a blackout?”

Luke arched a brow.

“I stream.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Not that kind of stream...” they said quickly. “I’m not dancing in a hot tub for donations. It’s IRL stuff. I go places. Talk to strangers. Show people the world. Or, well… used to.”

Luke nodded slowly, skeptical. “Sounds dangerous.”

Kaden shrugged. “Yeah. But it felt real. Honest.”

Luke taped gauze to their shoulder. “Honest gets people killed.”

"Well was never really good at streaming anyways. Definitely wasn't big"

There was a beat of silence. Kaden tilted their head.

“What about you?”

“Used to be a reporter.”

“Ah. That explains the scowl.”

Luke gave a dry huff of air, maybe a laugh. Maybe not.

They sat there a while, not talking. Not looking at each other. Just listening to the creaks of a building still pretending to be alive.

Kaden exhaled through their nose. “Guess we’re stuck here tonight.”

Luke nodded. “Doors are locked. Streets are worse.”

Kaden slouched back in the booth. “I hate the brightness. The way everything’s lit up ...hurts the eyes and is too bright for my eyelids...”

“You’d rather be in the dark? Now?”

“I used to love it. Night made sense. It was quiet. Peaceful, I found a lot of comfort in it. Now…” They trailed off. “Now it feels like the dark hates me...”

Luke stared at them. Something in his face softened, barely.

“Maybe you can try to find that same comfort in something else.” he said quietly. “Like the light.”

Kaden rested their head on the table, eyes half-lidded. “Yeah... Maybe.”

Luke stood, walked back behind the bar, and returned with a bottle of whiskey and two mismatched glasses. He poured one and slid it across.

Kaden looked at it. “I usually don’t drink with strangers.”

“ and I usually don't pull glass out of strangers hands and patch them up either but here we are"

“Fair enough.”

They took a sip and winced. Luke drank like it was water.

“Won’t help the pain.” he said “but it might help you sleep.”

Kaden smiled faintly. “You always this charming?”

Luke shrugged. “Only when I’m stuck with streamers who don’t shut up.”

Kaden laughed quietly, nursing the drink. “I didn’t get your name.”

“Luke.”

“Kaden.”

They both sat back, letting the silence creep in again. But it was a silence that felt… less lonely.

Kaden yawned and blinked slow. “You better not murder me in my sleep.”

Luke raised his glass. “There’s already enough missing people. Besides… you’re sorta good company or whatever.”

Kaden chuckled, a small sound in the quiet bar. “'Sorta. Good company' That’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me this week.”

Luke didn’t answer. He just sat there and watched them drift into sleep, the bottle between them, and the darkness clawing outside the thin windows like it had teeth.

Having company....it was not so bad..not so bad at all.

[s0ull3ss-p3rs0n]

I have no fucking idea what I'm doing

[goldencheesekingdom]

I've seen a few posts btw that seem to oversimplify Burning Spice to "destructive asshole who only wants to kill as much as possible" and Golden Cheese's only potential relationship to him as simply "she's purely disgusted by him and would never want to see him again" so I wanted to drop my 2 cents 🪙🪙

I really do wonder if all Spice's talk of "I'm going to kill you, I'm gonna kill your friends, and I'm gonna Totally Crush And Destroy whatever's left of your fallen kingdom" is... really just for show.

He does get VERY very close to crumbling her... but the whole while, we KNOW that killing her would be unsatisfactory. He doesn't even take the soul jam for himself. He doesn't lay a finger on Smoked Cheese, who ends up being easy prey after she loses consciousness (and would, most certainly count as Destroying One Of Her Treasures).

I think he fully expects that she'll be able to fight back! I don't know if he knows about Awakening (who knows? what if sm briefed him on what happened to flour 🤷) but I think he understands that if there's ANYONE in the world with the same amount of power, it MUST be the one who has the other half of it. He's not actually looking to kill her, and I think if she had passed out again, he would have simply taken her back to the cage. After all, he loves the game as much as he loves winning it.

For Spice, sure, it's entertaining, but it also really just is a moment of feeling... complete? Evenly matched? Finally able to let loose? Like scratching a centuries-old itch? Who knows, but it's just. "Ok, well I can't die, and I'm not sure you can, either. Let's have a "fun" time. And by fun, I mean lethal to everyone but us."

And we KNOW fighting is a great way to portray attractive tension. From the moment he set eyes on GC, BS was, simply put, obsessed. With his insistence that she should enjoy the fight, the fact he doesn't kill her or harm someone dear to her while he can, the fact he compliments her and listens to what she says instead of dismissing it (you can see she strikes a nerve!) you know he sees her as an equal at the very least... and may even be infatuated.

As for Goldie... the fact that this specific encounter is what made her feel ready to talk to WL? Who arguably did worse? Mind you, Lily being DE is doubly hurtful - for one, this extremely close friend of hers essentially turned her back on the world INCLUDING Golden, and also. Wholesale, she's (in)directly responsible for the destruction of the entire Golden Cheese Kingdom. And yet, after simply "Teaching Spice A Lesson" (one with... actually very weak impact in the actual story), she feels ready to talk to someone who was an even bigger threat to her treasures, to what she's fighting for.

I think her choice to leave Spice alive is ... a strange, but not fully ooc decision. She's forgiven someone who took her soul jam, she's likely going to work something out with someone who took her kingdom... so who's to say she hasn't thought ahead here, too? After all, if he gets too bold, tries to hurt her, tries to hurt her friends, she can easily put him in his place, at any time. The risk is genuinely minimal. But that would surely get boring eventually right? She's extended out her hand to anyone who needs it... who's to say she would NEVER extend a hand out to someone with not much better left to do or go back to?

[starmocha]

I literally just wanted to listen to the song.

It sounds like it should be the end credit after you finish the main story and made it through an arduous journey, and now everyone is going to live happily ever after. This would be playing during an epilogue as it shows scenes of every single character going about their normal daily life. As the song ends, it will pan to the main characters, implying that this is just the beginning of the next stage of their lives.

[pcktknife]

Your oc and art style have cookie run vibes

she does have that vibe doesnt she