#trashpocket fic

[trashpocket]

hi!! are you the author of my grave is mine to dig on ao3? i just saw your url is the same as on that fic and i was just wondering haha! i love that fic sm!

YESSSS, sorry for the late reply, that's me, that's me!!! sorry if im late to update it, chapter three is being a bitch and i might be splitting it into two big parts since it's where the subplot line begins closing in with the reveal of the main plotline, but AHHHH!!! hope ur patient enough for it 😭😭😭 here's a snippet from chapter three, if this helps!

There was something in people sharing sentiments with inanimate objects. How Steve’s affection extended to the unreal, to the immobile, and to the lifeless. Like he could love even beyond what normal loving did and there was something about that. With children loving anything and everything. 

As if they could both love like kids could; like how they used to. Unfettered, limitless, real. (Like they had the power to do this: keep on loving again.)

“Come on. Ma’s this way,” Eddie’s voice was hoarse and quiet, and Steve must’ve been learning a lot about him too because he didn’t make a comment. Just let himself be pulled away. 

“You think she’ll like me?” Steve asked quietly. 

“I don’t know,” Eddie teased, “what do you think?” 

“Eddieeee,” Steve dragged him to a stop, earning a chuckle out of him.

Eddie turned around and met Steve’s eyes. Found the churchyard, trapped in dawn, the sun breaking through the clouds at a time where Eddie and Steve would usually be sat at breakfast—after Steve came back from whatever run he did in the morning. They’d be sharing a plate by then, with food that Steve cooked up, listening to Eddie’s old records on the turntable Eddie had dug out from Wayne’s old stuff. Steve would have bandaids over his fingers. Eddie would ask about them—and Steve would hum until Eddie forgot ever asking. Take his hand and dance him around. Pretended the world didn’t exist for a moment—that they weren’t hurt everyday.

He swallowed past the lump in his throat. 

“Well, Steve, I don’t know. She likes to wake up early, though. She leaves conditioner in her hair, and can't go out without her favorite bracelet. Ma, she would sing this tune from a show—I forgot the name, I don’t remember—but all I knew was that Ma loved to sing it in the kitchen.” He swept Steve’s hand up to his face, pressing a kiss into the knuckle just cause he could. “She liked cats, and those silver wind chimes you’d see hangin’ from windows. I think my favorite memory of her is—” 

He thinned his lips to meet Steve’s eyes once more; how Steve was full of wonder and adoration. A soft vacuum in a world that held his mess. Eddie couldn’t think of anything more treacherous. Beautiful. 

“Is what, Eds?” Steve whispered, in a manner so reverent, like he knew how Eddie was looking at him then. Caught in the dredges of his heart. If only he knew.

Eddie suddenly felt shy. Christ.

“Every time I called her a hero, she’d light up like a fucking Christmas tree. She knew how much I loved superheroes an’ shit back then. I was fucking ridiculous.” Eddie shook his head, laughing through his nose. “She’d take me out on Fridays, get me those jelly ice pops and sit by the curb. Good shit. We’d count the birds that flew by—name ‘em some stupid things—like Spot, or Dot or whatever.” Steve throwing his head back in a laugh didn’t make the names so stupid, so Eddie grinned softly in return. Continued, “We’d watch the sunset, and sing a few songs too. We’d wait until Pa left so we could go home. The best days were always when the bastard was gone. Ma always made shit better somehow. It’s her magic powers or something. It always blew my mind.”

Eddie took a shaky breath. Steve tightened his grip and he looked over.

He didn’t know what he saw, but he knew what Steve was seeing. He was looking at Eddie, and the jagged mire inside him; broken and scarred over. Steve’s body—just this time, reflected in Eddie’s heart. A hurt manor, full of cracked windows and creaky doors. Alcoves of people—in a life that nearly fell apart. 

Steve wasn’t scared to take a look.

“She sounds amazing,” Steve told him, “and you turned out amazing. Fucking amazing. I’m glad she was there to love you. That she was your superhero—your mom.”

As if Eddie wasn’t fucked up for always losing people. For constantly loving and being left behind. For caring so much, that he felt like he was suffocating the people he wanted to stay; squeezing them so tight in his grasp, that his grip—his care—was horrifying. A desperate thing that forced people to leave. That he was a broken boy, always forced to stay. 

But this was Steve, daunting and fearless. Loved with scars, never without them—because what the fuck kinda bastard would say shit like that right off the bat?

Eddie didn’t know what to say, except, “She was. And you know what? I think she’d love you too,” which was the truth.

Because it was kinda like that. Seeing the people you loved, reflected in the people you were loving. 

Mallory Munson would’ve probably loved Steve Harrington for how similar they were. Maybe they had the same look in their eyes. People who gave a bit too much; who worried for the future, and what it would bring. Who had people for whom they cared for a lot; for whom they gave themselves up to. People who might be facing this future—with or without them, so they gave themselves to the world—if only it meant that the world could love them a bit more easier.

Eddie looked at Steve and saw something familiar. It scared him. Made him feel tender and weak, in the face of something so fleeting. (In his grasp, squeezing, running away—dying.)

“I think I could love her too.” Steve whispered, and Eddie hoped (fucking hoped) that it was true. That he’d stay.

With that, they strode forward across the dead. 

And Eddie wondered if given the chance—he could love Steve Harrington any easier too. 

[bankholdup]

first off, i just want to say thank you all so so much for all of the love and support on the first part!! i have never gotten that much love on a fic before and it was so amazing to see so thank you! i have decided to expand on this, and already am working on part three. once i've finished, i'll post it here and on ao3. i'll be sure to link it here and on the original post. here is part two which is eddie's pov, hope you guys enjoy!

Part Three | read it on ao3

Part Two:

Eddie knows Steve likes him. It’s obvious, so very obvious. He had some suspicions or hope before, but ever since his birthday party Steve has been nothing but doting and sweet. Bringing him food, candy, little gifts whenever they see each other.

It makes Eddie’s stomach twist up in knots. He doesn’t know if these knots are good or bad- doesn’t even want to think about or acknowledge them too much. But he lets Steve keep being sweet on him, because frankly it’s never happened to him before. It seems innocent enough, right?

Eddie doesn’t do love, doesn’t even date. Hookups are so much easier for the most part. They’re perfect right up until someone wants more than Eddie wants to want or give. 

Maybe he’s a walking cliche, so screw it. Blame it on his old man, but he never exactly had a great example for how a relationship is supposed to go. Wayne has never dated since he took in Eddie, and Eddie mostly remembers his dad cheating on his mom. Memories of his parent's relationship featuring the yelling that would ensue and how their fights ended with stuff thrown around the house. 

So Eddie doesn’t want to date, and he never felt the urge until Harrington fucking came and tied his guts up in this uncomfortable knot anytime he came around. 

Steve asks him out. They’re just hanging out at Eddie’s trailer, movie on, snacks laid out, a typical Friday night. Steve’s comfortable in a dark green sweatshirt and jeans, but Eddie sees him fidgeting just a little bit, biting his nails and keeping his back a bit stiff. Doesn’t poke or prod, figures Steve will spit it out when he’s ready. Right after Steve gets up to leave and call it a night, Eddie behind him to walk him out, Steve spins around to ask if Eddie would maybe want to grab dinner with him tomorrow night.

The question is innocent enough, Steve could play it off like he’s asking him as a friend (Eddie is surprised he doesn't), but the tone and inflection and the way he stands conveys he means it like a date. Like he wants something more. Might as well rip that bandaid off for him now. Eddie tells him sorry, it wouldn’t work out and Eddie doesn’t do the whole dating thing. Steve looks heartbroken, just for a quick moment, before looking to the ground muttering out an apology. A good-bye and see you later is all he leaves Eddie with before walking briskly to his car and driving off.

Eddie may have done the right thing, saved Steve from heartache. He wasn’t even as mean about it as he usually has to be, but he can’t understand why he feel so fucking empty and sad about doing it.

tag list: @trashpocket (if anyone else wants to be tagged, just drop a comment!)

[mykimouser]

Eddie’s got a new neighbor! Somethings a little odd about this guy…

(Older monster hunter steve from @trashpocket ‘s amazing fic My Grave is Mine to Dig)

[cowboykeery]

I’ve moved ➡

(don't reblog pls idk why the settings aren't saving) hey there. been meaning to do this for the better part of probably two years now. it's really sad to say goodbye to my tumblr ive had since 2010 but I severely needed to move myself away from the toxicity that surrounded it and just start over completely. at the end of the day notes and stats on my edits are just numbers and I can create more amazing things and maybe give myself less of a hard time now being a "small blog" again. with limits on how many ppl you can follow it'll take me a few days to reconnect with all my mutuals so I'll tag you down below in the meantime until I can follow you (if you already followed me ignore this or if you don't know/remember who the hell I am and don't want to be mutuals absolutely no pressure!) I'll be a different url again once I've saved everything I want to save and moved saved urls over and whatnot. in doing this I'll be losing all my likes so if you see me blowing up your notifs on edits or fics I'm so sorry. just thank you to everyone who's shown me kindness it means more to me than you'll know because I don't show it well. here's to a better fucking time ♥

tagging mutuals from other blog below

@mareydi @infinite-orangepeel @oberrrion @robbie-verse @lena-wolvie @froggiesgutz @steveslittlesunflower @anya-chalotra @ghostlyfleur @xwildangel @thecryptkeeper @padme-amidala @sexyprise @barbieharrington @buckysbarnes @appocalipse @trashpocket @stars-bean @seaoftr @evilly @bqrbie @decidemp3 @stevebabey @boywiththebat @keerysteacake @djo @forever-rogue @joellkeeny @aemondtargaryenn @buckleydiaz @lilacletter @nostalgicsneeze @indouloureux @geo-bby @kitconnor @userspree @nataliadycr @machine-slays-dragons @ninaszenick @bustrkeaton @charlie-hunnam @kanthcnys @stdailysource @decaesteckers @gloomp3s @rainbowtartt @worldoffeelings @meangothgf @labyrinth @mikeswheeler @joekeerys @steveharingtn

(if you knew we were mutuals and I didn't tag you I might not know your main @ and am following your sideblog I wish it was like discord where I could put your guys' main next to the sideblog)

[riality-check]

It’s very late for me but I’m finally doing the same thing everyone else did and making a sappy little new year’s post because a) why not and b) I realized I actually do have things to say!

Here goes nothing.

I fell face first into Moon Knight when it came out in March-May. It was my first big fixation in over a year, and I was so excited to be passionate about something again. It got me back into writing fic after months and months away from doing it, and it pushed me to write outside of my comfort zone and create what honestly might be my best work to date.

I wish I’d spent a little more time with it before Stranger Things, but. Oh, Stranger Things.

I remember watching volume 2, debating for a good three weeks if I should write for yet another fandom, saying “screw it, I should do what makes me happy,” and hitting post on Black Velvet. Then I wrote Backer, and then putting out Eddie’s first time before I went out for dinner on my birthday.

I snuck off to the bathroom to read those early comments, in absolute awe that people were liking something I was so nervous to post.

And then I joined the Fruity Four Server, made more friends than I ever thought I would make, kept writing fic, and really haven’t looked back since.

2022 was a weird year in a good way. In a lot of ways, it was a year that signaled finality in my personal life; I graduated and became an adult. 2022 felt like an endpoint. It was the goal. And I didn’t really know what to do with myself beyond it.

But 2022 also saw me at my dream school. It saw me making and solidifying friendships. It saw me writing a novel’s worth of words. It saw me pushing the boundaries of what I thought I could write and finding solace in other people’s heads. It saw me writing gift fics and participating in events. It saw me trying out a long fic again. It saw me making friends and collaborating and finding a badass, close community online for the first time.

I started writing fic two years ago because I was lonely. If Ria from then could see Ria now, I don’t think she’d believe all the comments and kudos or the overwhelming amount of people who bother to read what she writes.

So, thanks to everyone who sees this. No, really, everyone! Whether you’re a follower or a mutual or someone who doesn’t follow me back, or if this is your first time seeing my url, thank you! You’ve made my 2022 absolutely incredible, and I hope I’ve had a fraction of that impact on you.

Here’s to continuing to kick ass and take names in 2023 (and please don’t feel bad if you aren’t tagged, I’m gonna be repeatedly editing this as I remember more people!!)

@stevethehairington @thefreakandthehair @henderdads @starrystevie @hammity-hammer @punkharringtxn @hexmionegranger @reindeerrobin @thedeadromantics @rougenancy @toburnup @eddieunbanished @bonitabreezy @horsegirleddiemunson @withacapitalp @komiraidon @usaigi @nostalgicbones @maxinemaxmayfield @ruthofrhythm @kostaskostaskostas @legitcookie @beesreadbooks @kickassfu @infinite-orangepeel @annethecatdetective @twelvexclara @eriquin @steddielations @trashpocket @gothbat99 @kkpwnall @willowworkswithwords @letterfromvienna @thekingandthejester @singmeyoursimpsong @mira-jadeamethyst @babygirl-jonathanbyers @eddiehashands @stevesbipanic @flashyysins @courtjestermunson @aringofsalt @veestrikesback @andsometimesgoldcanstay @emchant3d @rejectofsociety

[ghosttotheparty]

first of all, I hope you're doing okay (and if not I hope your situation improves imminently).

secondly, who are some of your current favourite fanartists? I've been looking around for more stranger things fanartists to follow but it could for any fandom!

who's your favourite character dynamic/pairing in stranger things to watch or write about?

what was the first fandom you were ever involved in?

what do the walls of your room look like? from your fics and overall vibe I would assume you've got loads of photos and art etc stuck up but maybe not!

what time zone are you in?

what is a fanfic trope you think is criminally under-utilised?

do you play dnd? I can't tell if I get a dnd vibe from you

do you have any niche headcanons that you've been sitting on, regardless of fandom?

anyways I hope these questions can be of some help/distraction, feel free to just choose whichever you want to answer ✨️

oh my god thank you sm (i added read more bc uhhh i tend to ramble)

okay my fav fan artists: @irlplasticlamb (genuinely obsessed i keep annoying my best friend by sending her their art on instagram just being like ‘look’ or ‘i want this to be my gender’ and the like); @obligatedart (SO fucking cool and also very gender their art is so smooth idk how else to describe it); @trashpocket (their art style is so!!! cozy!! that one piece of steve holding the stars in his hand haunts my daydreams it’s so lovely); also @leoniejulie even tho she doesn’t draw/post anymore her skam art will always hold a v special place in my heart and sometimes i scroll through just to look; and @/pasitaya on instagram bc her pjo art is just 🤌🏻 and she uses omar rudberg as a percy ref just like me <333

my fav pairing from st to write is steddie 👉👈 but i also ADORE platonic pairings like robin and steve and gareth and eddie (im also loving tommy and gareth in love me softly theyre v fun); i do wanna branch out and write more pairings— i have a ronance idea and i rly wanna write byler bc they <3 but i just haven’t gotten around to it

my first fandom was h*rry p*tter in middle school (my brother convinced me to read the first book and then promptly regretted it bc i made it my personality) but also percy jackson, which i’m still kind of involved in (im not rly up to date w everything but i do wanna catch up w the books bc i haven’t read past blood of olympus)

you’re 100% right ab my walls!! having stuff on my walls is actually a huge comfort thing for me and i started decorating literally before i even finished unpacking when i moved in (i’m still adding stuff to them lmao)

i have a few posters around the room (on my bathroom door, one of almond blossom by van gogh above my bed, and some in the corner by the radiator and window) and my bulletin board above my desk is covered w photos and art and my calendar; under that i have some post-its w poems and lyrics and quotes and stuff: next to my desk i have heartstopper leaves swirling in the corner i’m quite proud of them

the wall by my bed is covered in postcards bc i collect them (every time my friends or parents go anywhere i literally beg for postcards, pref of art and stuff but also just pictures or words they make me so happy idk why) but it also has some of my art and some pastel bunting flags across the ceiling, and i have some like silly flyers (‘sick of being asked what you’re going to do with your life? (same)’ and ‘crying over a boy? (ugh)’) that i got from an exhibition at my school on a cabinet and next to my bathroom door

i realised i didn’t know what time zone im in so i looked it up and apparently rly it’s ‘greenwich mean time’ which i’ve never heard of before but

i think in regards for fanfic tropes i just have an affinity for Heavy Angst or Horniness with the softest possible endings and I've realised i tend to just not be able to find the kind of stuff that i write in other fics??? i think i also just don't read as much fanfic as some others do so maybe that's my problem; i don't think comfort tropes are underutilized (esp in this fandom bc every needs comfort bless their hearts) but i adore any kind of comfort esp during/after heavy emotional episodes like panic attacks, grief, injuries, etc i just find the comfort so <333 (especially if it includes the comforter calling the comfortee a pet name, ESPECIALLY if its the first time they call them that it gives me butterflies)

i do not play dnd but i do have a t-shirt that says ‘yeah i’m into d&d — dehydration and dissociation’ bc i found it amusing and terribly Me (its this one)

ok i actually have a v long list of headcanons for st in my notes app that i just haven’t posted but now i’m thinking ab it

[rithalie-art]

I’m baaack! Or at least alive for the time being. 

This is Fanart for an amazing fic called “You Made Me A Believer” by Amazing @katoninetailswrites!!!  Ugh, warning, this is the newest chapter illustration. (I should have just made fanart of chapter 6, I’m still reeling from that one)

I can’t recommend that fic enoug!!!. It got me into writing SSSS stuff (and Kat has been patiently dealing with me and my ramblings ever since).

It made me cry!

It made me scream incoherently into the air like a very frustrated pterodactyl.

Read it.

[autistic-lalli]

Hey there! Too shy to be out of anon, but can you give me some emilalli fic recs? Preferably below 25k? Thank you!!!! I love your blog!

Absolutely!! Sorry it took me so long to answer, my list has been sitting in a note on my phone lol

It Happened Twice by trashpocket

One Time by JStevens

Morning and Glory by trashpocket

Intermission by gutterandthestars

Courtship by demonrubberduckey

Dreams Unwind by lallivaesterstroem

The Little Things by catthulhu (that's me, shameless self-plug)

you gotta talk with your hands by rybari

A Lovely Night by lilithqueen

[jaegerboob]

WIP ROUNDUP!!

i was tagged by @trashpocket​ (hey bae ;)) and since im lonely here on tumblr and have no one but the void to yell at, i won’t be tagging anyone :((

okay let’s start off with my published WIPS lol i have quite a collection and boy do i regret posting most of these, but anyway that’s here’s my hot girl shit

"i’ll figure it out with a little more time” - (if u knew me at my thai BL phase no u didn’t :)) anyways this was a supposed to be a pretty short fic that features an oblivious Sarawat not knowing how to navigate his feelings towards Tine and Tine being an equally giant dumbass. their school is hosting a school dance and Sarawat’s emotionally constipated ass doesn’t know how to SPEAK and just ASK Tine to go w/ him. i swear i might be the author of this story but i also get mad at these fuckers

“we’re boyfriends?” - ah yes another Thai BL fic, i will admit. i have NO idea where to take this story lmao. i still wanna finish it tho cuz i hate disappointing ppl. the fic starts with Ae and Pond making a dumb bet so Pond will stop jerking off in their shared room and promises that he won’t do that as long Ae dates someone random and based off of Pond’s choosing. sweet bby Pete wanders into their campus accidentally  and gets picked. Ae does the deed and tells Pete they’re dating. Ae thinks that Pete and Pond are scheming to make his life a living hell but lo and behold Pete has actually fallen in love with him (heheheh) 

“i wanna ruin our friendship” - hello lgbtq+ community :). we all know where this fuckin title is from don’t be sneaky. so here’s my KilluGon college fic. I initially wrote this like two years ago and uploaded it on wattpad lmaooo then i edited it and posted on ao3 and once again i have no idea where to take this (ive forgotten what my original idea for this was lol) so basically Killua and Gon are really close friends and Gon is sortof a player in this AU idk why khdkadha but anywayz all of Gon’s exes have left him bc they’re jealous of Killua but Gon would never pick his current S/O over him so HAAA. it all goes to shit tho when Retz decides to trick Gon to taking her back for the school dance and idk what path to go for T_T 

AIGHT now for my UNPUBLISHED WIPS buckle up yall this is a LOT. all the titles are WIPS so that’s why theyre iffy lol

“pussy talented”- (don’t mind the title lmao i just wanted a cat pun in there somewhere) basically, Bokuto is a firefighter and Akaashi an editor. They work near each other and Bokuto often visits Kuroo, who works with Akaashi. Ofc Akaashi falls in love at first sight but then he overhears that he has a "Kenma" waiting for him at home. Akaashi assumes that he's probably Bo's boyfriend and then leaves him alone, making Bo confused as hell. Little that he knows that Kenma is actually a grumpy calico cat.

“killugon flower shop AU” - Wing owns a flower shop and Killua helps out with Zushi along with Alluka out of boredom and one day Alluka asks Killua to help out with her client then he meets Gon and is immediately smitten until Gon says that he's looking for something that he can give to a girlfriend (it was actually Ging's request lol), lots of misunderstanding, Killua being too shy to ask the handsome stranger out and Alluka and Zushi being done with his shit 

“rice isn’t the only thing getting crushed here” - Osamu falls in love with one of his most loyal costumers—Akaashi and he thinks he might just have a shot at it until one day while Akaashi is ordering a bunch of riceballs, Bokuto Koutaro of Japan's National Volleyball team enters the restaurant and sweeps Akaashi of his feet, unexpected angst and a generous helping of unrequited pining :)) dw this fic can go two ways: Bokuto is just Akaashi's best friend who he hasn't seen in months or b. Bokuto is actually Akaashi's fiance maybe i’ll write both endings heehee

“killua is sad and gets lovebombed” - while staying in Whale Island, Killua thinks he that he doesn't deserve Gon and tries to leave him while he's asleep but his plan is stopped when Gon wakes up and they both end up revealing their true feelings for each other

“excuse to write charles getting fucked by two delicious men” - Erik and Charles have been in a relationship for years now and basically fell out of love so when Erik gets promoted and has to move, Charles agrees and so they break up. Charles turns to Logan (who harbors a giant crush on Charles) for companionship and sleep together once. Logan says it was an accident but Charles wants more and they establish a FWB situation of sorts since Charles isn't ready yet. But then Charles gets into an accident and can't remember what happened the past year and a half so he still thinks he's with Erik. Meanwhile, Erik is living a luxurious yet empty life and when he gets the call from Raven about Charles' situation, he immediately goes back running.

“killua in whale island” - KilluGon are like 20-ish and Killua visits Whale Island and Ging just happens to be there as well. Killua thinks about how even though Gon and Ging are near identical, Gon just looks so much more handsome. (probs just a oneshot) 

 “another horny cherik fic” - Charles is a demon who was accidentally summoned when Raven, Hank and Ororo uses Erik's blood to perform a demon summoning ritual (as a joke) they didn't know it would actually work so now Charles is stuck with Erik because the human absolutely refuses to sell his soul

“IwaOi overboard AU” - Oikawa is a rich pretty boy and Iwa a college dropout who works at his uncle's repair shop with his younger brother Tobio and cousin Kyoutani ( both 5 yrs old). One day he gets called over to fix one of Oikawa's cars and after a failed and disastrous encounter with a drunk Oikawa, Iwa leaves the mansion fuming. Later in the day, it's discovered that Oikawa got in a car crash that took away his memories and since Oikawa apparently lives alone, he has no one to get him. not until Iwa comes ofc and with a malicious and vengeful intent, he tells Oikawa that they're dating and live together in his crappy apartment

“dancer Akaashi” - Akaashi is a dancer, Osamu is a bartender at the bar he works at and has also been in love with Akaashi for the past two years. He doesn't confess since he knows Akaashi doesn't like romance but then enters a bright eyed cheery Bokuto who sweeps the unreachable Midnight Moon off of his feet, bokuaka but im leaning towards bokuosaaka since akaashi deserves two boyfriends

“watch me be poetically horny for Akaashi Keiji” - Akaashi is a vampire and Osamu, a skilled artist. Akaashi posing nude and delighted at how beautifully Osamu portrays him. Osamu says otherwise. 

Cherik College AU - drift by great gable.... late teens cherik... Erik being a misanthropic horny bastard and Charles a snarky piece of shit.... they get paired up for 7 minutes in heaven... turns out Charles has been ogling him for a while now..  hmmmm,,,.,. ( i wrote this when i was drunk and my og draft is too long so take this instead lolz) 

“ BokuAka (NSFW) ” - Bokuto pushing off a guy who tried to hit on Akaashi while they're at a club. Akaashi gets so turned on he immediately drags Bokuto to the bathroom where he gets his facefucked in one of the bathroom stalls or Akaashi getting his face fucked in a dirty alley at the back of a bar after Bokuto gets into a fistfight.

“KuroKen (NSFW)  ” -Kenma does top during sex but but he's just really lazy to put in the effort 

aight that’s it oh damn i just now realize how much i have T-T bruhhhhhhh and this isn’t even all of them damnnn 

[rithalie-sideblog]

Yeah so... @trashpocket art is amazing nd deserves all the love and animation I can provide <3

Enjoy!

Sorry for the resize! Tumblr has problems with gifs over 10 mb ":(

Here's original if you wanna see!

They kiss.

The end.

[lallivaesterstroem]

WIP roundup!

i got tagged by the WONDERFUL @trashpocket to POST ABOUT MY WIPS AHHH so. here it is. some emilalli stuff ive been working on. dms always open if you wanna know more ;)

the “lalli speaks more swedish than he lets on” fic: what it says on the tin. emil is very chatty when alone with lalli purely to fill the silence- sure, he occasionally says things that would be mortifying if anyone heard but he knows lalli doesn’t understand a thing, so who cares. except... get this... HE DOES UNDERSTAND. shenanigans ensue. (and also emilalli.)

the mythology/finnish paganism/death fic: okay that sounds way darker than it actually is. i promise its gonna be nice. but basically: after a near-miss, emil starts thinking about the afterlife. involves lalli’s entire extended family, emil being clueless, and Magical Shit. ive been doing even more research into this cause i wanna do it right! gonna be multichap. (set years into the future, so established emilalli is a given.)

the falling in love in the dream fic: basically emil and lalli get dream connected, realise thats the only way they can communicate, Suddenly They Both Start Sleeping In Because Reasons. love happens. funny language moments too.

the “filler scenes”: just an idea floating around. i only have One (1) thing written for it, namely:  “You never did finish that story. About the snake under your porch.” soooo you all know where this is going

EDIT:  @trashpocket who is the best also said to promo our existing works, so: the stargazing fic is still a thing that is out there ;)

idk who to tag, hmm... if you are reading this and have wips to post CONSIDER YOURSELF TAGGED

[smallmxth]

hi, same anon! too shy to come out 😅 here are some really good fics! They’re all on ao3

- You Made Me a Believer by Kat_o_nine_tails. It’s got the whole crew and tells the original story with some cool twists and added mythology

- anything by Trashpocket. Lots of AUs and longer works!!

- anything by Livia_1291. Cool aus and exploratory works mostly centered on Emil and Lalli.

- When There’s A Fire In My Woods It Burns Me and Nobody Else + The Other Side of Paradise by Oripoke. Dragon AU and then mutant au.

- Intermission by gutterandthestars

- once upon a time by Lilithqueen (their other works are also good!)

ahahe, that’s not even half of them. There are lots of good fics in the fandom! sorry these are so emilalli-centric i’m trash lol

:D thank you! I dont mind what they are i just love ssss fics, also i will call you snake anon from now on if thats alright (just because snakes are cool)

[rithalie-sideblog]

We're the cursed trio now. There's no undoing that and I wouldn't trade it for a world!!

Also, in this case, me and @trashpocket were the commenters and this good soul offered to hear my fic idea out and she's been suffering ever since XD

There is a writer, I love every work she has written so far and I comment or leave kudos every chapter/work that she had published. Is that too much? I'm feeling like a stalker.

Odds are you are now that author’s favourite reader and they have you specifically in mind when they write because they’re looking forward to your reaction to it :D

At least, that’s how it goes for me.