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The thing abt me is i WILL get too invested in side characters
#atlas save meeeee#i love this guy i need to do enough drawings of him that you tumblr people get invested in his gay little fictional life#[insert cool original post tag]#atlas m. spencer#the cornfield project#<- not the title but im using this until i have one.
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me inside outlast 2 [real]
#i would get lost in a cornfield and yell for val. watch me.#will they kill me? yeah#will i try to project fanfiction tropes onto them? YEAH#NO SENPAI DON'T MURDER ME PWEASE :(
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Have you ever taken a jigsaw puzzle, put it all together except for one piece, and then thrown that very last fucking piece, the one you absolutely needed, into a lake? It is here that two different kinds of people emerge. You are either exuberant at flexing your power, however limited, over an arbitrary set of rules... or you are utterly distraught that the thing will never be perfect.
Even after all these years, I don't know which one I would be. I want my projects to kick ass, just like everyone else's, but I also don't want to be a slave to them. That's what happened to Ranger Rick down the block, when he became obsessed with making sure every single bolt on his Ford Ranger was torqued to perfection. He scuffed one on the sill plate while he was torquing it, and something broke inside him. Pulled all the bolts right out, sent them to plating. Now he has several ziploc bags of beautifully cleaned and plated bolts and a big pile of rusty parts that are never going to form a truck again. I don't want that life for me.
Sometimes I like my things to be a little imperfect. Dent in the fender. Scratch on the windshield from driving through that cornfield to get away from the cops. That way, I don't get so mad when an errant shopping cart smashes into the bumper (because I was doing donuts in the grocery store parking lot again.) And I'll always have something reasonable to fix, not like Rick, who just looks at his driveway-occupying light truck frame and starts to weep.
Don't get me wrong, though. I would still be insanely upset if you took the nice turbo I've been saving in my basement for 25 years and threw it into the river. One of these days I'm gonna put that on a car, I swear. I just gotta get the perfect one.
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Any cryptid Tim Drake where he's not actually a cryptid he's just kinda weird making the fam freak out
When you're a clone who can fly, but somehow, your boyfriends the weird one.
'Cryp-Tim' by PrinceJakeFireCake
Author: @phoenixkaptain
Tim, who appeared out of the blue one night. Kon had actually jumped, because the last thing he expected to find in a cornfield in the middle of Kansas was Red Robin. Tim had looked at him for a long time in complete silence. Kon felt simultaneously like Tim was making notes of every exploitable weakness to murder him and like Tim was going to throw down a smoke bomb and abscond at any second.
Kon stayed still, because Tim was there and Kon hadn’t seen him in three weeks. He hadn’t even known where Tim was for those three weeks. He’d tried asking Nightwing, but Nightwing had looked vaguely haunted when he admitted he didn’t know where Tim was either, so Kon had left the topic alone. Tim being in a cornfield in the middle of Kansas was shocking for multiple reasons, but Kon was willing to accept it.
“Um,” Kon said, awkwardly, because it had been half an hour and Tim didn’t seem to be breathing. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” Tim stated, then tore off his cowl and scowled at Kon. “That’s a lie, actually.”
Kon blinked. He tried to remember what he’d done to piss off Tim recently. The last time he’d seen him was when he caught Tim eating two whole boxes of pizza by himself in the middle of the night on the roof of Titans’ Tower.
Kon had asked, carefully, “What are you doing?”
Tim had responded, less than calm, “I think I’m a mad scientist.”
Kon had, eloquently, replied to this with, “What?”
#ao3#fanfic#fic rec#dcu#batfam#batfamily#batman#tim drake#dc red robin#kon el#superbat#timkon#dick grayson#nightwing#batsiblings#batbros#batboys#batbrothers#bat bois#bat boys#bat fam#bat family
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Fiyero Tigelaar, Elphaba Thropp, and Glinda Upland (the Ga is silent) find themselves intertwined with the story of a young girl named Dorothy Gale, as Dorothy travels through Oz in an attempt to find her way home
Love, grief, anger, deceit - they are tools they all must use as they are caught up in a dangerous game with Madame Morrible, the Wizard, and all of Oz.
Exploring Wicked Act II through the lens of The Wizard of Oz
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Sequel to In The Cornfield
Please like/reblog/comment and give me your thoughts!
#wicked#wicked movie#fiyero tigelaar#elphaba thropp#galinda upland#dorothy gale#the wizard of oz#t'nara writes
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Adding to the Four Swords x Tales from the Gas Station AU thing..
Despite the fact I said I was abandoning it immediately, I've still been thinking about it while getting swamped at work. Maybe it's just the sucky minimum wage job aspect, but it's taken up refuge in a small corner of my brain now. It owes me money, rent is due.
+ I'm committing to the setting being an actual gas station, though the whole town probably features at least a little in the groups antics. Red's apartment in particular is where everyone defaults to when bored (or in need of shelter due to some weird town-wide spooky shit goin' on).
Red starts off ecstatic about the constant company, but gradually starts to treat it like, "oh, hey, welcome home I guess, [Green, Blue, Vio]'s here too." If it's Shadow he will shut the door immediately, though that doesn't stop Shadow from getting in anyway if he really wants to.
+ Green works multiple jobs all over town and is struggling through student debt, of which comes up in conversation quite a lot as a running joke. He doesn't have many shifts at the gas station, but when he does, some weird shenanigans are pretty much guaranteed to happen. Dude's cursed or something.
He's always pretty low energy due to being run ragged, but always has energy drinks on him that he offers the others whenever there's even a slight inconvenience. He, like Blue, doesn't immediately assume something is supernatural despite the weird ass town they live in, so he's always walking into danger. At least a quarter of his soul now belongs to Vio because of how often Vio has to influence it after Green almost dies (memory alternation doesn't usually taint the souls of those afflicted, but overexposure is one helluva drug).
Also made the executive decision that he's aroace in this AU. Not relevant to anything really, I just think it's neat. Had to self-project this onto one of the Colors eventually lmao.
+ As the main character, Blue interacts with everyone quite a bit for one reason or another, but I've decided that his best friend is Red, his favorite coworker is Green (rip Red, literally whoops), his potential love interest is Shadow, and Vio is a work-acquaintance who he keeps seeing at Red's place and hasn't connected the dots on why that is (they're more than just "good friends", Blue).
+ Shadow and Vio hate each other early on. It is on sight, and it's not even subtle. When asked about it, they give a different reason why every time, often contradicting each other. Both are missing limbs in their true forms as a result of their last scuffle where they went all out.
I haven’t yet decided what causes them to start getting along, but as of now, I don’t think they ever really become friends, more so they just tolerate each other more. Blue and Red probably have something to do with it.
+ Red and Shadow don't particularly like each other, but they aren't outright spiteful of each other. Red's soul belonging to Vio marks him as an enemy to Shadow, but Red being friends with Blue almost negates that fact. Almost. He likes to tease him.
At some point they set the cornfield on fire with a Molotav cocktail and bond over arson.
Until then though, their interactions mainly consist of Shadow poking fun at Red for one reason or another, and Red playing along for Blue’s sake (unless it’s jabs at his relationship with Vio, in which case Red will tell Shadow point blank he hopes Vio kills him ((that’s a lie))).
+ Blue’s memory of Red dying was erased, which, unknown to him, put a strain on their friendship. Shortly after, Shadow makes his appearance, and causes them to unintentionally drift further as Blue starts to spend less time with Red, and more with Shadow.
While this had the potential to become very angsty, it instead just turned into a very convoluted B-plot with Shadow striving to get Blue's memory back from Vio so Blue can fix his friendship with Red--not because he has a soft spot for these two or anything ((liar)), but because Red is spending more time with Vio as a result, and Shadow will do anything to ruin Vio's fun.
It still gets a little angsty once Blue's memory does come back, since, ya know, he unintentionally got his best friend killed. But it's okay, they talk it out. Blue also gets let into the loop on supernaturals at this point, so that opens up a whole lotta exploration potential.
+ I like to think the actual relationship status between Red and Vio is ambiguous, but whatever it is, it's strange. Like, are they just really close coworkers, or are they secretly making out in the camera's blind spot?? Blue thinks they're just good friends, while Shadow is convinced they're together. Green barely even knows who Vio is, so his opinion cannot be sourced at this time.
Either way, Vio stalks Red outside of work. Red is aware, and does not care.
+ Finally, a rapid-fire list of weird shit Blue has seen at the gas station so far:
Lawn-flamingo in the freezer. He got stuck in there when he went to check it out, and then couldn't even find it afterwards.
Headless bird chillin' in the reach-in refrigerator. It was still alive and well, even after being in there for who knows how long--up until they released it and it was immediately eaten by an even bigger bird. Nature is brutal.
Weird nebulous cloud thing that appeared from the cash register. Floated up to the ceiling after a while at which point Blue and Vio took turns hitting it with a broom.
The chip display that only shows up on Sundays. Only contains off-brand chips that don't seem to exist anywhere else. No idea what happens to them once they're bought.
Every now and again, the shitty store phone will get a call on line 4, which shouldn't even be possible. Picking it up usually results in a headache, but also the sound of very faint, reverbed k-pop playing at what appears to be the end of a wind tunnel. Green apparently had a conversation with someone on line 4 once, but didn't remember the contents of said conversation afterwards.
Red somehow catching his hand on fire while restocking the shelves, proceeding to stare at it, then at Blue, then back at his hand, then back at Blue, and in the most monotone sounding voice Blue has ever heard from him, announce "ow," before fleeing to the bathroom.
Corn stalk growing in the air vent. They've been ignoring it, but recently it's been starting to poke out into obvious view of the customers, so Blue is debating contacting the store owners. Sometimes, Blue catches Red staring at it when he's by the lighter display. Not sure if he should be worried about that just yet.
Shadow.
No one believes him on this, but once Blue saw Vio eat a spider completely unprompted. Of course, when he asked why tf Vio did that, Vio just shrugged and said he didn't know what Blue was talking about. Before proceeding to smirk, open his mouth, and let the spider crawl back out--fuckin' weirdo. Ew.
#thank god blue's the only normal person here lmao#very self indulgent au#i love horror comedy#blue x shadow#red x vio#au idea#four swords#blue link#green link#red link#vio link#shadow link#praxis rambles
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The mini fic with the one hill prompt? Omg it’s too good i am literally sobbing you’re incredible!! Will we see more of them? 👀
Thank you soooo much pook!! I’m not sure! Never say never of course. I’m more focused on exploring new prompts and ideas surrounding Lu x Reader content because I’m obsessed with starting new (small) projects lol. Will totally consider doing a part two of them; I did leave the ending kind of open for the reader to interpret, and I did that on purpose, because this is the original ending I never posted.
Years later, you'll remember the weight of his hands on your face, the silver in his eyes that night, the way the cornfields seemed to hold their breath.
You'll catch the scent of his cologne on strangers in crowded streets, and for a moment, you'll be there again — standing at that crossroads beneath a summer moon.
Sometimes, on quiet Sunday mornings, you'll find yourself staring at daisies in shop windows, remembering a boy who loved so completely, so honestly, that even the memory of it aches like a phantom limb.
The seasons will turn, life will move forward as it always does, but there will always be a small part of you that lives in that moment — in the space between his heartbeat and yours, in the whispered pleas that still echo in your dreams, in all the ways love can be both a beginning and an end.
(Please don’t hate me)
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Clowning Around!!? (Beck Oliver x reader)
Summary: the one where you, beck, Andre and Cat get lost in Texas whilst you guys were meant to pick Tori up at the airport, it’s lowk kind of suggestive toward the end (;
“Okay, so here’s the deal. My cousin’s wedding is in Texas, and I need you guys to pick me up at 7pm tomorrow” Tori says, while stuffing papers into her already overstuffed bag.
Andre raises an eyebrow, “Us? Why not your parents?” He asks.
She sighs “because they’re in Florida for Trina’s broken elbow, and besides, you guys owe me for that time I helped you build a potato cannon for Sikowitz’s project.”
You cross your arms and groan, “okay, but that was ages ago, and there’s still mashed potatoes in my shoes.”
“Well it’s just picking her up, right? How hard can it be?” Beck says, slinging his arm around your shoulder
“yay! Oh my god a road trip!” Cat says excitedly, “man I’ve always wanted to go to Texas, Do you think we’ll see cowboys? Or cows? Or boys?”
Andre backs up “look I don’t know about you, but I’m afraid of Texas, my grandma says it’s haunted.”
So the next day, the gang is driving through the Texas countryside in a beck’s dad’s van. Beck’s driving, Andre’s navigating, Cats asleep on your lap, and you’re leaning against the window, annoyed at how painfully lost you all are.
Andre repeatedly hits the gps on his lap, “turn left in…uh…wait, why’s it recalculating again?”
Beck’s gripping steering wheel, “because this stupid gps is possessed, this is the third time it’s told me to turn into a cornfield”
“I told y’all Texas was haunted, this feels like we’re in a horror movie man” Andre complains
Cat awakens when she hears the word ‘horror movie’, “Oh my god, I love horror movies! Do you think we’ll see a corn ghost? Or Bigfoot? Or-”
You cut her off “If you say clowns, I’m jumping out of this van”
Cat gasps “I love clowns! Don’t you?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it” you say briskly
Andre squints at the gps “uh…so, funny thing. This gps won’t turn on”
You throw your hands up, “Fantastic. We’re lost in Texas.”
“No big deal babe, we’ll just backtrack a bit” beck tries to assure you
You glare at him through the rear view mirror “Your eternal optimism is really not helping the fact that we have no idea where we are, and we’re already like an hour late to Tori”
The van starts to sputter and comes to a stop in the middle of an empty country road surrounded by tall grass. Beck sighs and leans his head on the steering wheel “Of course, because why wouldn’t the Van break down?”
You stare ahead in disbelief “Wow, the universe really does hate us”
“Oh God, we’re gonna die in Texas man” Andre sobs into Beck’s shoulder
“Hey, why don’t you just jump start the van” says cat matter of factly.
You hit becks shoulder repeatedly, “Baby, go jump start the van” you urge Beck
“I like it when you call me baby” beck teases.
You shove him again, “shut up and get the car moving, you weirdo”
“Fine” he deadpans, “but you’re coming with me for moral support”
“Fine” you roll your eyes
Both you and beck are now out of the car getting the jumpers out of the trunk, when Beck points to a staggering figure in front of the car, quickly getting closer.
You look up and scream, “it’s a fucking clown, oh my god it’s a fucking clown waving around a fucking scissors”
“Hey calm down” Beck rubs the sides of your arms soothingly, but you shove him away, “no, don’t tell me to fucking calm down when there’s a fucking clown with a fucking scissors skipping toward us”
“Hey” Beck Waves at the clown guy
“Hello there” the clown wiggles his fingers at Beck, “Are you lost?, you look lost” the clown says matter of factly.
“We’re not lost” you snap, a little to quickly
The clown starts giggling lowly, his giggling eventually crescendos into high pitched screeches, leaving Beck and you staring at him all confused. Andre and Cat doing the same from inside the car. The clown finally calms down and starts speaking again, “Well…lost or not…I’m going to need to take one of each of your toes, in exchange for you all driving on my road” he starts violently snipping the air with his scissors.
“Nuh uh, nope” Andre comes tumbling out of the car with Cat, they both run into the tall grass, you quickly follow them, with beck not far behind.
Eventually you all lost the clown and made your way back to the car.
Beck sighs “well that was an experien-”
“Start the fucking car, there’s a homicidal clown trying to amputate us” you cut him off
“I like that idea, why don’t you listen to your girlfriend Beck?” Andre urges.
Beck raises his hands defensively.
They finally arrived at the airport, disheveled and exhausted. Toris waiting at the curb looking annoyed, “What took you guys so long?!”
Cat runs up to Tori and excitedly starts explaining “Oh my God, Tori it was wild, our gps got possessed and the van broke down, then a clown tried to cut our toes off, so we played tag in a cornfield with him.”
Tori looks dumbfounded. “And if you ever ask us to pick you up again, the answer is no” Andre assures her.
“I’m hungry, I’ve been here for 2 hours” Tori whines
“We’ll stop at a gas station” you deadpan while patting Tori’s shoulder.
Beck pulls into a gas station before switching places with Cat, in the back seat, so Andre can drive. It’s dark and the fluorescent lights flicker slightly above the pumps. You and Tori walk into the convenience store, Tori’s talking animatedly about something that you weren’t quite processing because of the creepy aura the place was exuding.
“Hey, do you want anything?” she asks, waving her chips and candy in the air.
“Uh, no thanks, I’ll just get a can or two of soda in the back, but it’s fine you don’t have to pay” you answer her
“Okay then, I’m gonna go and pay for these snacks real quick” Tori says
You were already in the back aisle, scanning through the soda flavours. As you’re standing there, you hear a sharp metallic sound slicing through the air. You stumble back and your eyes widen in horror as you see the clown from the cornfield standing behind you, scissors in his right hand and a huge chunk of your hair in his left.
“What the fuck man” you back away and start running out of shop, grabbing Tori on the way “Tori, RUN”
Tori looks up, confused, but when she sees the clown advancing toward you, her face goes pale, and the two of you sprint toward the van. The sound of the clowns slow, deliberate footsteps egging you on.
“What the heck is going on?! Why’s he after us?!” Tori screeches
You’re panting now “I swear to god, the universe keeps on testing me!”
The clown suddenly appears in front of the two of you, his scissors glinting menacingly in the dim light.
“Come on baby cakes, you all owe me” the clown gestures to the two of you, and then everyone else in the van, with his scissors.
“What is his deal?!?” Tori screams hysterical
“I don’t know! We need to get into the fucking car, Tori” you scream, whilst also trying to calm yourself.
You yank the door open and the two of you scramble inside. As soon as the door is shut, Andre floors the gas pedal and the van screeches off.
The clown however, seems to be keeping pace with them, running along the side of the road, occasionally trying to jump in front of the vehicle.
“Oh my god!” Cat gasps
“Almost there Andre, just a little slower and he’ll snip off all of our toes” you comment sarcastically
“Shut up! Im trying not to hit the guy.” Andre says
“Yeah? Well he doesn’t seem to worried about hitting us!!” You scream at Andre
“Deep breaths, baby” Beck rubs your arm again.
You’re gripping the seat, you keep glancing at the side mirror where you can see the clown following.
“I can’t believe this is happening” you whine “he cut my fucking hair man! MY HAIR! And a huge chunk of it too!”
“Okay, you need to calm down and breathe, it’s okay” Beck assures you
“Don’t tell me to breathe!” You snap “how can I stay calm when I’m in Texas, running from a homicidal clown, with a chunk of hair missing from the side of my head, Jesus! Now I look fucking homicidal!”
Andre tries to be the voice of reason from the steering wheel “okay calm down, you’re still gorgeous”
“Not with half my hair missing” you grit out
Beck reaches over your shoulder and pulls you into his chest, “Hey, we’ll figure it out. It’s just hair. You’ll be fine.” He tries to comfort you
You throw your hands up and pout, “you say that now, but you didn’t just lose a chunk of hair, you guys don’t understand how long it took for me to get my hair just right, I’ve always been told I have great hair, but now I look fucking demented!”
“C’mon, focus, the clown dude is still chasing us” tori reminds everyone.
“I hate Texas man” Andre whines, as he speeds up for a brief moment, but then the clown starts catching up again.
“Oh my god! I just thought of something!” Says Cat excitedly, she’s digging in her bag for a moment before she pulls out a can of hairspray. She rolls down the window and sprays him in the face, he stumbles back and Cat lets out a victorious laugh.
Andre floors it, driving faster and faster, until they lose the clown in the distance, he’s finally out of sight and everyone relaxes.
The van is cruising down the highway, the night is calm and uneventful now that the clown is out of the picture.
Tori and you sit together at the back of the van, the dim light from the interior lamp casting a soft glow. Tori’s holding a pair of scissors, nervously eyeing your hair, trying to fix the abomination caused by the clown.
“You know it’s not that bad” Tori says, carefully cutting, “you look good with shorter hair, it’s very chic” she tries
“Chic? CHIC?, Tori it’s not about being chic! It’s about my identity! my long, luscious, healthy hair was a huge part of my image, me and Beck were crowned ‘The Couple with the best hair’, and now that title is gone”
Tori snips abit more off, trying to keep it even, but you’re struggling to sit still.
Cat gasps, as though she just made a revelation, “Oh my god, your hair’s even shorter than Beck’s now”
“Oh my god you’re right” you say as you fiddle with your hair in the mirror, you sigh with mock sadness “Beck’s never gonna think I’m hot now.”
Beck grins, “What? Of course I still think you’re hot, you’re always hot, even with the new hair.”
You raise an eyebrow playfully “You sure? I mean it’s a huge change”
Beck leans in, his voice low and teasing “C’mon, no matter what you do to your hair, you’ll always be the prettiest girl in the room.”
You look at him for a second, your playful smile fades into something softer and more sincere, you lean forward slightly and brush your lips against his in soft kiss, Beck responds almost immediately, deepening the kiss, his hand moving to your face as he pulls you closer.
Cat groans, “Ugh, seriously? Can you like not make out for like 5 minutes?”
You and beck, still locked in a kiss, hear the groaning and chuckling and so you reluctantly pull away, noses still touching, you sigh “fine, but I’m still waiting for you to prove I’m still hot”
“Oh I will” he gives you a quick peck
Cat groans loudly from the front, while Tori and Andre snicker.
The group finally makes it to the airport, utterly exhausted from the freaky clown chase, all of you can’t wait to get back to LA.
You sink down into a seat, sighing heavily, “I just wanna get back to LA, get my hair fixed, and pretend this never happened.”
Tori chuckles, “I don’t know, I kind of wanna tell people I got chased by a killer clown, it’d be like a cool badge of honor.”
Beck keeps anxiously checking his phone, “yeah, I just wanna get on this plane man”
As they get up to go to make their way to the gate, Cat yelps out and points at someone.
You turn and see the clown standing there, you grab becks arm and start panicking “no, no, no, NO. We are not doing this again.” You whine
“Well we gotta go, like now!” exclaims Andre.
You all start sprinting, weaving through the crowds of confused strangers. The clown follows them closely, waving his scissors around like a maniac. You all push past the other passengers, yelling for the gate agents to open the doors and let you through.
“This is insane!” Tori yells, glancing back at the clown
“I fucking hate Texas” you wail, for what felt like the fourth time that night.
The lot of you finally reach the gate, and throw their tickets at the lady, no time for niceties. You scurry down the jetway, hearts pounding as you all finally get inside and the door swings shut, leaving that creepo outside as the plane takes off.
The lot of you are now sitting down, recovering from the third attack on your lives.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe we survived Texas, my grandma was right, Texas is an EVIL PLACE” Andre wails out.
“Honestly I think the clowns the real winner here, he’s got a sick resume now, and nice chunk of your hair” Cat says, gesturing to you
“I’m gonna wear a hat forever” you groan
“Oh come on” Cat says “you look cute with short hair.
“Aww thanks” you say “I was really worried I was gonna lose all my appeal, you know?” You say teasingly.
Beck leans in with a teasing grin, “you know, my offer still stands? the one about proving you’re still hot.”
“Oh? I’m intrigued” you say
Beck smirks, “Come by my RV when we land in LA, and I’ll prove to you all night long that you’re still just as hot as ever.”
Your eyes widen briefly, but then you grin at him. Everybody groans in unison, making disgusted faces and rolling their eyes.
Tori’s mock gagging while she pulls a face, “Ugh, gross, Beck! We get it, you’re hot, she’s hot. Can you please not make me envision you two…proving it to each other”
Cat laughs with Tori, “Honestly, I don’t wanna know the details”
Andre pats Beck on the back.
You cross your arms and grin, “nice try, Beck, but you’re gonna have to work a little harder to convince me, after everything that happened.”
“Yeah, you better up your game, Beck, you still gotta prove to her that she’s still hot after being chased by a killer clown, and losing half her hair” Tori teases.
“Oh, I’m up for the challenge” Beck laughs
You glance at him with a small smile, “fine, fine, I guess I’ll see you at your RV, Beck.”
“Now that’s the spirit” Beck says grinning widely
Back in LA, Beck’s RV is cosy and dimly lit. You’re on Beck’s lap, tangled in each other, lips locked in a hot and messy kiss. You’re both lost in the moment, tugging at each other clothes forgetting to breath. Beck’s lips leave yours and you’re panting as he attatches them to your jaw, slowly making his way down your neck, to your collarbone, as his hand slowly inches up your sweater.
You’re breathing heavily now, “you know, this was a…really good…idea”
Beck hums into your neck, finishing up the mark he was sucking into your neck, “I think so too…” he breaths out as his hand reaches your bra’s clasp, intending to loosen it.
But he gets interrupted by a faint tapping sound, barely audible at first. The both of you freeze, heads turning toward the window. The tapping gets louder and more persistent.
You both cautiously stand up, trying to move as quietly as possible. Beck pulls the curtain aside, his face falls and his eyes widen in horror. You, unable to resist, also peek through the window and gasp, “No way. No. Way”
There outside the window, standing under the dim streetlight, is the same creepy clown you’d encountered in Texas.
“Oh my God, it’s him! The clown, What the- how?” Beck panics
“Nope, nope, nope, no way, NO!” You scream quietly.
You both stumble back from the window and stare in disbelief.
You stand there, half laughing, half screaming with fear, “so, uh, looks like I’m spending the night in your RV…whether I like it or not”
“God, now I’m stuck with you, and the killer clown outside” you say sarcastically
“Well…” beck smirks
You slowly move back to the couch, staring at Beck with wide eyes, “There is no way I’m leaving this RV, I’m not going out there, your dad might have to tow us to school tmmr.” You say
“Looks like it’s gonna be a long night, and since we’re not sleeping tonight anyway…we might as well make the most of it” beck says teasingly, as he lays down on the bed, and starts kissing you with the same passion as before.
“And besides” beck breaks from your lips, “I still have to prove something to you, don’t I?” he says as his hand slides down your waist.
You smirk at him, “yeah, you do” you kiss him, and he deepens it, your hand, tangling in his hair, his hand, gently pushing your shirt up, as he breaks away and begins placing kisses up your abdomen.
End of episode.
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You mentioned a bit ago that you listen to folk punk and midwest emo. Do you have any artist or song recommendations?
Alright I’m gonna break this down by genre just to make it a little easier for me, and there’s gonna be some genre overlap bc I can
Midwest emo
Idkconundrum
Mom jeans
Michael cera palin
Hospital bracelet
Pannuccis pizza
Sports.
The flat Stanley’s
Real friends
I’m glad it’s you
Flight patterns (my personal favorite song of theirs is I would throw my vape into a cornfield for you)
Pet symmetry
Folk punk
Mischief brew
Any Pat the punny project (friends in real life, wingnut dishwashers union, Johnny hobo and the freight trains, etc)
Ramshackle glory
Ajj
Against me! (As well as just Laura Jane grace, love her) (I’m actually getting to see her in April!)
She/her/hers
Defiance, Ohio
Apes of the state
Harley Poe
Holy locusts
Rent strike
Sister wife sex strike (they’re amazing, I saw them two years ago now)
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kiss me, underneath the moonlight
Eddie and Steve are on their third date at a local farm, when the rain starts.
Written for @softsteddieseptember week 4, prompt 'dancing in the rain'.
Rating: T Tags: Kissing, Steve Harrington has bad parents, heavy petting, making out, secret tattoos
The sky had been threatening rain all day. Dark grey clouds, lots of wind. Typical for mid to late autumn. It was a bit of a bummer because Steve had planned this third date with Eddie to take place outside. He knew enough about him now to know that Eddie was obsessed with Halloween and all things spooky. So, a date at a farm on the outskirts of Hawkins that boasted not only a pumpkin patch and a corn maze, but an outdoor set up to show movies in the late afternoon? Well, it was perfect. Eddie’s face had told him that he’d planned it well.
They had picked their pumpkins and put them in the back of Eddie’s van for safe keeping. They had gone through the corn maze- managing to find a few hiding spots to surreptitiously make out in- and they were now sitting side by side in some wooden Adirondack chairs, holding hands and sipping hot apple cider. There was a bag of warm kettle corn at Steve’s feet, and once the projector was set up, they would be watching a double feature of 80’s horror films ‘Children of the Corn’, and then ‘Near Dark’.
Eddie had been ecstatic about the whole thing, but particularly about the second movie. ‘Near Dark’ was a cult classic vampire movie, and not many people knew about it who hadn’t seen it when it was first released. At least not many people they knew. Most people their age preferred movies like ‘Saw’ or the remakes of ‘Texas Chainsaw Massacre’ and ‘Rob Zombie’s Halloween’. Not many people shared Eddie’s enthusiasm for old horror films, but, luckily, Steve was one of those people. “This was such a fun date, Stevie,” Eddie said, squeezing Steve’s hand before he took another sip of his apple cider.
“I’m glad, Eds,” Steve replied, reaching out to tuck a long lock of hair behind Eddie’s ear. The wind made his hair more wild than it normally was, and that was saying something. “The date’s not done when the movies are, either,” he couldn’t help adding, giving him a wink as he settled back into the chair.
Eddie’s eyes widened at the implication, and he gave Steve a wide cheeky grin. “When you put it like that, maybe we can just find these on Netflix later on.”
“And miss out on this experience?” Steve asked. “It’s not every day you can see a horror movie outside next to a pumpkin patch with a sexy metal head.”
“You’re really not making a case for us to stay when you talk like that, baby,” Eddie grinned, biting his lower lip.
“I guess we’ll both just have to exercise some restraint,” Steve answered, leaning forward to kiss Eddie on the lips. He licked into Eddie’s mouth, tasting the apple cider and the popcorn he’d eaten. “And restraint enters into it…if you’d like,” he whispered, licking Eddie’s bottom lip before he pulled away.
“Damn it,” Eddie muttered, exhaling heavily to get himself under control. Steve grinned and sipped his own apple cider, smiling to himself at the reaction he’d gotten at the implication.
‘Children of the Corn’ started, and he settled into his seat, ready to enjoy the rest of their date. The scenery of Nebraska rolled out on screen, cornfields and all. It reminded him of Hawkins, but then, they were both part of the Midwest, so it made sense.
On screen, the little kid Job had just received his strawberry milkshake at the diner when fat, cold raindrops began pelting them. Seconds later, it turned into a deluge. The bag of kettle corn and the drinks were abandoned as they moved quickly to try and get to the closest shelter. Unfortunately, where they were, the closest shelter was the Boo Barn, named for the children to go into and have a few kid-friendly scares, and by the time they got there, everyone else had already filled it up. The doors were closed to anyone else.
“Well, shit,” Steve commented. They were soaked to the skin, and the rain was showing no signs of stopping.
“It’s okay, Steve,” Eddie reassured him. “It’s just rain.”
Steve turned to look at him and burst out laughing. Eddie’s wild hair was now a mess: completely waterlogged. He looked like a drowned cat, which only made Steve laugh harder.
“Something in my hair?” Eddie asked, laughing as well. He reached for Steve’s hands and pulled him away from the Barn.
Steve took it upon himself to pull Eddie back into his arms and then spin him back out, almost as if they were dancing. The lyrics to a Lady Gaga song came into his mind then, and he sang-yelled:
I’d rather be dry, but at least I’m alive! Rain, rain on me
He repeated this, pulling Eddie close, pretending he was dancing with him as they made their way back to Eddie’s van, water dripping everywhere once they were seated inside. The rain was still coming down in sheets, fogging up the windshield, turning the whole world outside watery grey as it continued pouring.
Eddie looked out the window and shook his head, water from his hair flying onto the dashboard. “It’s not stopping any time soon,” he said as he got up from the driver’s seat and moved into the back of the van. He had put a thin mattress with some pillows and a few blankets back there years ago. It was handy to have a place to sleep when you were a struggling musician and couldn’t always afford a decent motel room. “I have towels back here,” he said, grabbing a red one out of a canvas bag, and beginning to wring his hair out. “They’re clean, I promise.” They had been in the bag that he’d put back there earlier in the summer when there had been plans to go to the pool. Those plans had fallen through, and he’d just never gotten around to moving them back out.
Thank you, Past Eddie for being lazy.
Steve followed Eddie into the back, grabbing a green towel to wipe himself off. He grimaced at the way his shirt was sticking to his skin. “I don’t suppose you’d have an extra shirt I could wear, do you?”
Eddie rooted through the bag, tongue out in concentration, before he pulled out a black tank top. “This is the best I can do for you,” he said. Steve reached for the tank top, but Eddie pulled it back, eyebrow raising.
“Trying to play keep-away, huh?” Steve asked, lunging forward to grab Eddie by the wrist. He pulled him flush against his body, wrapping his arms around him to hold him while they kissed. He ran his hands up Eddie’s damp back, pushing his shirt up. “Take this off,” Steve breathed, sucking Eddie’s bottom lip before he resumed kissing him.
Eddie responded by pushing Steve’s own shirt up, both of them breaking away from the other to get out of their damp clothes. Once they were both shirtless, they began kissing again in earnest, Eddie moving forward to lay on top of Steve on the blankets. “Is this okay? Is this too much?” Eddie asked, slotting his left leg between Steve’s thighs. From what he could feel, it was not too much, and seeing as how this was their third date, he assumed something would happen.
He also didn’t want to assume and be disappointed. The signs were there, though. And he still had the memory of Steve’s kiss before they got soaked to the skin.
Steve swallowed thickly. “No, it’s not too much,” he said, looking down at where Eddie was pressing into him. “Can you take these off of me?” he asked, bringing Eddie’s hands to the waistband of his jeans. Not everything he wanted to do tonight would happen in the van, but he wanted some of it. He wanted Eddie fiercely, and that need was growing by the minute.
Eddie kissed him once more and then sat up, straddling Steve’s thigh. He unbuttoned and unzipped Steve’s jeans, beginning to pull them down. They stuck a little to Steve’s skin and Eddie gave them a strong pull. As this happened, he pulled down part of Steve’s underwear on his left hip. He looked down, and immediately froze, his face going pale.
“What’s wrong?” Steve asked. He glanced down at where Eddie was looking and he froze, too.
Unlike Eddie, whose tattoos adorned him in numerous visible spaces, Steve’s tattoo was hidden. It was a small crown on his left hip, just under the waistband of his jeans. Robin was with Steve when he got it: right after he was kicked out of his house when his Dad found out he was gay. Robin had taken him in immediately, and he had set up in her two-bedroom apartment with the meager belongings he’d managed to grab on his way out the door.
The problem was that Steve didn’t have access to a lot of money. Just what was in his bank account, which his father could not touch, thankfully. He had applied for numerous jobs, but wasn’t able to get much. He was starting to panic around the first of the month before he landed a job as a host at a local restaurant. The pay wasn’t much, but it was money, and he could at least give Robin his share of the rent, and buy some things he needed.
While Steve applied for other, better paying jobs online, he kept seeing people talk about their OnlyFans sites, and how much money they made. He made his own account, Hail to the King, using the pseudonym King Sexy. Robin had laughed herself sick when he told her the names, and the tattoo had followed soon after.
Steve never shared his face. Made sure he had no identifying rings or watches on when he posted his pictures. And especially not when he posted his videos. The only thing his subscribers could see was the tattoo, and they ate it up. He made a lot of money with his content, and there were more than a few accounts who made his live streams very lucrative indeed.
“Why do you have that tattoo?” Eddie asked, voice quiet as he traced the edges of the crown.
“Uh…I uh…” Steve struggled for an answer before something dawned on him. “Wait, does it…You can’t be bothered by it when you have…” he trailed off, eyes roving over Eddie’s torso and arms. If he was bothered by it, he was a major hypocrite.
“No! No, I’m not…I just….” Eddie exhaled and put his hands over his eyes. “I just didn’t realize that you were King Sexy until this moment.”
Record scratch.
“What the- You- I-”
“Yes, exactly,” Eddie answered. His shoulders were shaking, and for a second, Steve worried he was about to cry. This fear evaporated when Eddie burst out laughing, tears coming out of his eyes as he doubled over. “Oh my God, this cannot be my life!” At Steve’s confused expression, Eddie managed to say, “I’m BardsCurse666.”
A laugh of his own burst out of Steve. What were the freaking odds? One of his best customers on his account was someone he was on a third date with.
They fell over one another laughing hysterically, until they physically couldn’t anymore. Eddie was sobbing with laughter, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Oh my God, oh my God.” He sounded like he was pleading, holding his stomach.
Steve managed to get himself under control quicker, though he was still wiping his eyes as he giggled into his hand. He looked over at Eddie laid out on the blankets behind him. “Is this…Does this change anything?”
Eddie snorted. “Hell no it doesn’t change anything.” He reached for Steve’s hand. “Well, I guess the only thing that will change is that I may not be as active on the site. Since I have King Sexy all to myself.”
Steve grinned wickedly and crawled over to him, looming over Eddie’s body. “You certainly do. Let me know if you want to be part of things in the future.”
Eddie groaned and pulled Steve down for a blistering kiss. “There’s enough time to talk about that later.”
“Indeed,” Steve agreed, kissing him back just as fiercely.
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Twenty-two years ago, a group of friends bought a very affordable cornfield in rural Denmark and set out to build homes that were both debt-free and waste-free.
What began as a bold experiment with 13 families soon transformed the land into the eco-village of Friland (which means "Freeland"), a tight-knit community committed to back-to-basics living.
The homes were constructed with natural and recyclable materials like straw bales, seashells, sawdust, and sod roofs, reflecting the community’s deep respect for the environment.
Today, Friland is home to 45 families and has become a beacon of cooperative, low-impact living. At the core of Friland’s philosophy is the principle that residents cannot take on mortgages to build their homes, meaning they must save enough money in advance. Many begin by living in campers, while most build their homes slowly and by hand, prioritizing self-reliance and resourcefulness.
Steen Møller, one of the village’s founders, has turned his home's waste into resources. A trained farmer, Møller designed and built a thermal mass heater that heats his 75-square-meter home using minimal wood and then he captures the stove's exhaust pipes it into a buried greenhouse where he grows lettuce during the winter (even when there's snow on the ground).
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Nevermind nebraska im wisconsining these bitches
#make them experience the horrors over here instead#[insert cool original post tag]#the cornfield project
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A collaboration courtesy of me and @queer-in-a-cornfield!
Della runs into Launchpad while looking for clearance Halloween candy, and the two talk a bit more about the holiday.
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i was just listening to the interstellar soundtrack while i worked and what a masterpiece
if nolan brings back hans zimmer or ludwig göransson to his next project, it'll be a certified BANGER either way
The soundtrack is brilliant! I hope he brings back Hans. I ascend everytime I listen to this soundtrack
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uhmmM UHMMM CORN YAOI MARRIAGE BANTER MAYBE? FIC WHERE THEY ARE HAPPY AND MARRIED AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER..........
Anon to let you know I saw you ask this literally like four minutes after the post went up, I was beyond amazed. Ask speedrun award goes to this person.
Also sorry I made your happy happy fic hurt/comfort I couldn't help myself...
Marriage Banter
Words: 913
cross-posted on Ao3
tags: hurt/comfort, wedding anniversary, lazy mornings, breakfast in bed, self-doubt, fluff, Dalv being kinda traumatised but he's doing his best, hugs and kisses, no beta.
Summary: Dalv overthinks about his past. His husband unknowingly cheers him up with a little surprise on a special day.
Fic under the cut :) enjoy
Dalv never expected this would be him. That life could be kind to him. He had spent an entire year hiding… Not of the unknown, mind you - the unknown was his only friend back then. No, it was the known that was truly scary. What he’d seen with his own eyes, felt within his own chest, tasted within his fearful breaths. The sound of her cries… He couldn’t deal with that life, where he could be hurt all over again. No, hiding was safer. His cornfield was there, his projects. Pops and Broom were his only friends… Sure, Penilla and Decibat were kind to him, but that was it.
Then Clover showed up. Clover, who reached out their hand even when Dalv attacked them. Clover, who showed them he couldn’t predict the world by hiding. Clover, who made time to visit him in Snowdin. Clover, who he never got a chance to say goodbye to…
No. Dalv’s eyelids fluttered open. Now was not the time for that. Not today.
He rolled over to his side, only to find the bed empty. Where… Where was his husband? This wasn’t the first time Dalv had woken up alone, but usually he knew about it beforehand. He knew that they would be spending the day together, and yet his absence only made him paranoid… Dalv shook his head. Not. Today. No getting in his own head! Everything would be okay. Everything is-
Dalv snapped to attention. The door creaked open, just a notch. For a few seconds, there was nothing… From the gap in the door, Dalv could see something. He squinted, focusing as hard as he could, and yet he couldn’t make it out. It was then that, higher up from the object, something yellow moved to peek through the crevice. An eye was staring at him, the white shining from the glasses protecting them. He noticed it widen, which made Dalv lift a hand up to suppress his laughter.
“Dal, yer not supposed to be awake! Goshdarn it…”
Dalv couldn’t hold it in, his face scrunching as he giggled. The door fully opened itself to reveal his husband, dressed in casual teal sweatpants and a black shirt with a sleeping horse on it reading “ride off into dreamland”. Dalv recalled that Starlo’s posse got that shirt for him. Dalv then realised what the object he couldn’t describe was: the corner of a tray. It was now fully in view, holding two steaming breakfast plates. On it was some sausages, hash browns, and-
“Corn?” Dalv tilted his head slightly, a fond smile forming on his face.
“‘Course!” Starlo smirked proudly, “straight from my parent’s farm! Only the best fer you.”
Starlo walked next to Dalv and carefully placed the tray in his lap, the fresh corn smell causing Dalv’s mouth to water. Starlo leaned forward to press a soft kiss to Dalv’s cheek before moving to his side of the bed, sliding in next to his husband and reaching over for his own plate of food.
“Mmmm, this is so good,” Dalv munched contently, “your cooking is getting better and better by the day.”
“I hope so,” Starlo sighed, “can’t have Martlet fixin’ the stove again…”
“Or Ceroba scolding you,” Dalv smiled.
“Angel above, especially not that…”
“Oh, uh, and about that entrance?”
“It was suppos’ta be a surprise!” Starlo moved his hand to rest between the points on his head, “nothin’ much, mind you, but just a lil’ somethin fer-”
Dalv watched, amused, as Starlo’s face flushed a deep red. Starlo collected himself with a deep breath, a tell Dalv had learnt over the last year of their marriage and their time dating before that. Starlo quickly flipped to his North Star persona, leaning towards Dalv with a wink.
“A lil’ somethin for the most charmin vampire in the Wild East.”
Dalv felt his own cheeks warm at the corny attempt at flirting. Even after Starlo grew more confident to be himself around Dalv, he still couldn’t deny being charmed by both sides of his husband - the confident sheriff and the dorky farmboy. Starlo then leaned forwards to press a light peck to Dalv’s lips. The contact was fleeting and brief, yet it hit Dalv square in his soul. He turned away, beet red, noticing Starlo do the same out of the corner of his eye. Dalv melted completely at the sight.
The two of them soon recovered from their lovestruck thoughts and enjoyed their lazy morning breakfast, Starlo chatting constantly between mouthfulls.
“So, I’ve got tha whole day planned out,” he gave Dalv finger guns, “first, this. Then imma give you my gift; thought I’d tell ya instead of makin’ it a surprise. Then we’ll head on down to Snowdin for a lunch break, cause I know ya love the food they’ve got over at the Honeydew Resort. After that, we come back here and celebrate a lil bit with Ceroba, Martlet, and my posse. And finally, there’s nothin planned for the evenin’! Just, uh, potentially cowboy movies and cuddlin..? I didn’t wanna do anything too crazy since I know yer prefer time to recharge and-”
“It sounds perfect, Star,” Dalv leant against Starlo’s shoulder, content.
Dalv mentally thanked Clover for allowing him this chance. For the opportunity to make friends, to take steps he never thought possible. Without meeting Clover, Dalv would have never met Starlo.
“Happy Anniversary, Dal,” Starlo wrapped his arms around Dalv’s smaller frame, “love ya’.”
“Love you too.”
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Author's note:
ANON I HOPE THIS IS GOOD HONESTLY I MIGHT HAVE GONE TOO FAR FROM WHAT YOU WERE ASKING FOR BUT ONCE THE IDEAD WAS IN MY HEAD I COULDN'T STOP ;w;
As of making this post (the 16th of January 2024) asks are still open! You can find more info by going to my pinned blog post :)
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#corn yaoi#north star uty#starlo uty#dalv uty#dalv x starlo#writing#tumblr request#moqi original#moqi asks#undertale yellow
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What happened to Fiyero in the cornfield?
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This is my first time writing for this particular genre, and my first Wicked fanfic. Please like/reblog and leave a comment and me know how I did!
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