#this is exactly what it says on the tin

[dear-ao3]

nothing like watching tv and then being accosted by jason momoa singing about t mobile

[hydrachea]

You ever so starved for platonic content of your newest babygirl you take the matter into your own hands and write something for the first time in almost a year?

Betaed by my loveliest partner in crime @feroluce!

[ratbugs]

ant

[royalarchivist]

Richarlyson calls Hideduo toxic yaoi.

[kitamars]

so i’ve been cooking up a little au :3

[rogueddie]

Steve, who moves away from Hawkins and buys a farm to settle into a quiet life post Upside Down. He gets a horse too, which he rides to the nearby town when he needs to buy or sell things. It's a nice, quiet life. It'll be perfect once Robin is able to move in with him.

Eddie, who didn't move to Hawkins, has been curious about Steve ever since he first saw him. He finally gets the chance to say hi when he has a near miss with a rattlesnake- Eddie has had a long fascination with snakes and knows what to do.

Steve is very thankful, insists on doing something to say thank you. Eddie suggests they get burgers and get to know each other.

They hit it off immediately, joking and bonding over small town life. Steve invites Eddie to come to his farm the next day and, soon enough, they're meeting up every other day. Sometimes they talk, sometimes Eddie helps Steve with the farm.

On nights, when they're feeling especially romantic, they'll stargaze. Neither one are paying that much attention to the stars.

[chasing-faith-and-fate]

Moon 21

Moon 20 | Moon 22

[hishap]

If Super Lesbian Animal RPG taught us anything, it's that kissing your girlfriend mid-battle is a free skill and you should always do it

[skrankku]

Cranky Rabo gives me LIFE

Which 'Rabo are You Today?

[silverwhittlingknife]

30 Panels of Cassandra Cain

have you seen her. now you have

[ratbugs]

bee

[royalarchivist]

[b0amagination]

Tastes of Whumptober: Day 25

This feels like a Halloween post if I've ever made one. Writing things I didn't know I was capable of. Please heed the warnings, this is more intense than my usual writing!

Content warnings for: threats of death, mild gore via excessive blood, wound manipulation, stabbing, forced consumption of blood, creepy whumper, partial nudity, and stitching wounds.

Again: please do not read if you are sensitive to blood.

Stitches

“How many fucking times?! How many times have I found you doing this same bullshit?!” He slammed his hand down on the table, nails scraping against wood as they curled into a fist. His captive flinched away violently. “You’re terrified, just look at yourself! And yet, every time you’re afforded a bit of freedom, you find another way to test my patience!”

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” They gasped, backing further through the kitchen until they hit the counter. He followed.

“I can see through your act, idiot,” he spat, not swayed as he usually may have been. Their eyes widened, just enough to betray their shock. “I know. You think this is a little routine now, don’t you? I throw you back to the basement and you play nice until I give you another chance?”

His hips pressed against theirs and he loomed over, forcing them to lean away. Wild brown eyes searched for an answer, pupils dilated to nothing.

“I don’t! I swear to you!” One finger curled in their collar ring, nearly lifting them off the ground with the force of the pull. His nose pressed into theirs, breath seeping into their pores.

“Wrong. Answer.” A guttural yell and he threw them to the floor. “You think I can’t hurt you! That’s your problem. You don’t think I’d go further.”

Their head had hit the tile and it took a few seconds to remember anything at all. The click of a lock sounded and then metal on metal, sliding and reverberating. They managed to kneel up and look back, only to see him brandishing a boning knife.

“You know what? No. You don’t even think I’ve thought further. You don’t think I have ideas I’ve forced myself to hold back from. That I could indulge in at any moment.” They were cornered, trapped in between the counters and a… dangerous place.

“I don’t think any of that! I’ll go back to the basement, I’ll never try again, you can keep me there the rest of my life! You’re acting crazy!”

“Oh, am I?!” he shouted. “Last time I checked, the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over and expecting something to change!” Screaming, he was screaming now, dropping to his knees, dragging them by an ankle. “I’m giving you what you want! Something! Is! CHANGING!”

His knee on their left thigh, forcing it flat, then pushing their legs apart.

“STOP!” They sat up too quickly, flailed, pushing at his leg even as their vision swam.

“I’ve cut you on broad, safe surfaces. But I always wanted to cut down through creases.” What he lacked in volume he made up for in dead certainty, but his hands were still trembling with rage. “Right where your arteries run. Just to see what would happen.”

He traced the crease where their thigh joined their pelvis and a palm smacked down to protect it. 

“Stop touching me. Put the knife away and-!”

The knife stabbed through their hand.

The

Knife

Stabbed

Through

Their

Hand.

Disbelief couldn’t scream until he wrenched it out. And they wailed. Blood poured from both ends, and god it was just the edge, through the muscles of their pinky, missing bone, but one wound was gushing from two points. Their other hand clamped over it. Out of sight. Keep it out of sight.

“You’re pale. I wonder, where’s your blood gone?” Sick pleasure. That’s what he was getting. Holy fuck. “But I hardly nicked your thigh.”

And it slid directly into the crease, too hard, too quick, too deep. His face was red. Splattered. Bright. Dripping. Then the cabinet. It sprayed. Blood sprayed. 

“Your femoral artery.” That smile was coated in it. “That’s what I hit.” And he was looking, his fingers-

“PLEASE! PL-EEEEEEAH-SE…!” Pushing into the cut, triggering some reflex deep beneath their consciousness and they were convulsing back on their elbows, black static, not enough to hide crimson pushing up their shirt, shoving into their mouth. It was skin and nail, human, but it was iron, human, pressing down their tongue, dripping down their throat, dripping down the cabinet, dripping dripping dripping.

He was back with a sewing kit. He had left. But he was back. Their ears were ringing.

And they were bleeding out on their back and he asked them “you understand now, don’t you? You have another leg. You have two arms. You have a neck. The most important ones are in the neck, you know. Could I slit it and still save you?”

He was threading a needle: a straight sewing needle.

“You- you need a… a surgical…”

“This is all I got. You’ll have to deal.”

“911…”

“You’re stupider than I thought. Scream.”

Fingers pinched raw edges together, pulling hard, forcing the needle through. Pulling harder when the thread knotted. They screamed. They didn’t know they still could.

“What do you think? Ten? Eleven? Come on, look and make yourself useful.” The collar pulled and they were sitting up, listing to the side. There was a puddle under them. Their pant leg was cut away, and the leg of their underwear. All scarlet.

He must have let them go. He said this was number five. Then number eight. He was out of his mind, he couldn’t count, and they were dying.

“I think it’s still bleeding.” Swiping across the sealed seam. Their body couldn’t hurt anymore, but it prickled through the darkness. Then smoke. Burning.

Fire in his hand, his lighter, under the knife. The blade black with ash.

“Cauterization. Something else I always wanted to try.”

They faded out, then.

[toads-treasures]

I’m reading Legends and Lattes by Travis Baldtree and I was a little skeptical going in, but honestly I’m having a good time reading it and I could go on about how it’s actually well written and the pacing is very good and there’s still interesting tension and a story line but THERE IS A LITTLE MOUSE??? WHO IS A BAKER?! AND HIS NAME IS THIMBLE?!?!

THIMBLE!!!! A LITTLE BAKER MOUSE NAMED THIMBLE!!!

THIMBLE! AND HE BAKES AND WEARS AN APRON!!! IF YOU EVEN CARE!!