#working on the roadblock

[deandoesthingstome]

15 Minute Challenge - Step Out of the Car

@sweetandgentlecreature​ and @ellethespaceunicorn​ both tagged me in a fun little challenge and I wasn’t going to do it but I was just complaining about a bit of block, so I thought “why not?”

It’s a bit of a cheat, since I had an idea running around and a few words jotted down, but I took a little time to try to add a few more.

Based off this thirst post. (And yes, I know @cardierreh15​ has already created an amazing fic with this prompt. I gave her permission.) @geralts-yenn​ you were wondering...

The switch felt good to flip. Solid and with purpose. Lights flashed on the road ahead and the wail was expected. You noted the brake tap and let a small smirk slide onto your face as the car ahead of you slowed and signaled to pull off the side of the road. It was a routine traffic stop, but a call into dispatch was still required just to confirm no backup required.

After following procedure to check the truck as you rounded the back of the car, you stepped to the driver's side, hand on your service pistol, and motioned the window down.

"License and registration," you requested with your best air of authority.

"What's this about? I wasn't speeding," the driver responded, handing over the documents as asked.

"If you could just step out of the vehicle sir."

"Seriously?" he replied, with a smug air you had yet to decide how to address.

"Step out, please, and place your hands behind your head."

The fucking audacity of the smirk on his face and swing of his hips as he complied made you almost swoon, but you retained composure as you placed him facing the car, hands on the hood, and kicked his feet a little wider apart, before you began the pat down.

"Is this your wallet here, sir?"

"No, I'm just happy to see you."

"Strange place for that. Maybe a little less lip, huh?" you, replied as you fished the wallet out of his back pocket and lightly tapped it against the back of his head. "That attitude might get you someplace you don't wanna be."

You placed the wallet on top of the squad car, and finished the pat down by running the backs of your hands down his back and sides before reaching around to drag your hands down his chest. You didn't fail to notice how soft the white tee-shirt felt beneath your fingertips.

"Turn around and place your hands behind your head."

"Can you please tell me what this is about?"

At least he offered a little more respect this time.

"We've had reports of suspicious activity in the neighborhood. You and your vehicle fit the description." You pulled a set of handcuffs from the back of your uniform and continued speaking as you swung the lever around his right wrist. "I'll be taking you in for questioning."

"Questioning about what?" he continued to ask as you bent his right arm down, then brought his left around to meet it before fastening the second cuff and double locking the device.

Welp, I tried. This is all I got. I’m not sure it opened up anymore ideas or thoughts on this one, so we’ll see if I can find any more inspo somewhere to fill this out more. Maybe I’ll just stare at the original pic every day for 15 minutes until something screams at me...

Open tags because I think by now everyone’s been tagged or already done it.

[viktormaru]

Gale of Waterdeep... sounds a bit "pompous", don't you think?

[psychotic-nonsense]

"I'm sorry."

It's the first thing Steve says after everything.

After getting Vecna Cursed. After nearly dying. After a hallucination of Eddie saved him. After running through a looped forest. After finding sanctuary in Steve's memory of that Starcourt bathroom. After Eddie reveals himself as Eddie.

It's the only thing he can think of. It's not big enough to fit everything, but it's the only thing that fits in his mouth.

"Don't be."

Maybe that's the only thing Eddie can think of too. The only thing Eddie can bear to say.

Because don't be can't stop Steve's eyes from watering when he sees the vest in his closet. Don't be can't stop Steve's feet from dragging him to the cemetery every evening to clean Eddie's graffiti-covered tombstone. Don't be can't stop Steve from sitting beside Wayne and listening to him talk about the Eddie he remembers. Don't be can't stop Eddie's body from showing up in Steve's dreams, nor Eddie's corpse from his nightmares. Don't be couldn't keep the pain away enough, didn't stop Vecna from latching onto it while Steve was walking alone in the woods.

Don't be isn't enough for what Steve wants to hear. But even stuck here waiting, hoping, for someone to get Steve out, there just isn't enough time.

"I miss you."

"...Why?"

Eddie says it back so quickly, so quietly, like it's just unfathomable to him. Maybe it is, considering their last memories. But their eyes meet and he looks just as sad, just as longing, as Steve.

"You were my friend."

Steve can't help but say it like that. Like they were friends for years instead of days. Like Eddie was that important to him in their final moments. Like his heart really aches for Eddie every second of the apocalypse.

Can't help but say it like he means it.

"I wish we could've had more time..."

Steve's voice cracks a little there as he turns away, hiding. It's all he wants. It's all Vecna used to entice him with. It's all that's keeping him going, to finally fulfill the last request Eddie made. It's all he has left to feel close to Eddie.

The Eddie that's sitting right next to him, silent, his sight weighing on Steve's skin. Conscious and aware and the real Eddie. Trapped in Vecna's head as a backup power source, yet who still risked everything to come save Steve. Who Steve will never see again because killing Vecna means killing Eddie for good, and his heart doesn't want it, is begging for another solution...

But for once, his broken head overpowers his shattered heart.

"Maybe we did."

Eddie takes Steve's hand. Meets Steve's surprised look with his own small smile of hope. They're both suddenly tearing up, eyes glistening with life in this gray stall.

"Maybe in another world, we got a second first chance. A first second chance. Maybe even a third, or fourth. Maybe in a different life, we had everything we wanted. Because you, Steve Harrington, are too good for me to be doomed to meet just once."

And for a moment, Steve sees it. Feels it. Versions of them connected through the universe.

Little kids playing in the lake. One with bruised skin and shaved hair, loud but unfathomably lonely. One with a bruised heart and soft eyes, timid but stubbornly hopeful.

A rockstar with glittering chains, center stage in the spotlight. A set of eyes in the crowd or behind the curtain, watching only him.

A werewolf and a vampire, two cryptids of horror, meeting in the dead of a full moon night to feel safe with the only other one who understands.

A future where they won, where the only death was the one that mattered. A process of healing and learning, coming home to a family every single day.

A world without pain, without their hell, where two high schoolers found freedom from their shackles and company in each other. Hiding away together in the dark corners of the town.

Steve even sees other versions of them. Versions that he knows were originally never supposed to meet, yet forces so much greater than them pulled them together.

A metalhead drug dealer, constantly getting into trouble with one nail-bat-weilding cop.

A criminal's fugitive nature leading him to a rugged trailer park, and the dangerous owner within one such home.

An eccentric king in an old coliseum, always choosing one particular warrior as his champion.

A young programmer being pulled away from his work by sobs above his apartment, running upstairs to check on the law student that recently moved in.

Two actors, finding an easy friendship in the months of filming one season of a show that would change their lives.

In that moment, Steve's overwhelmed by the closeness he suddenly feels with the soul beside him. Falling into tears, he pulls Eddie into a tight hug, holding him so so close to convey everything he can't say. Feeling Eddie hold him back, hearing everything Eddie can't say in return.

Familiar music comes on outside the stall. Robin's voice calls out to him, telling him to come home.

And when he does leave, Steve hopes that someone out there will understand that he never can. Because here in Eddie's arms is the only place that will ever truly feel like home.

"Thank you... for everything, Eddie."

Thank you, Steve. For everything and more..."

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- List of AUs, in order, after, "Versions of them connected through the universe": Childhood Friends / Rockstar!Eddie / Werewolf!Steve & Vampire!Eddie / Eddie Survives / No Upside Down & High School

- List of Multiverse Steddie AUs, in order, after, "...yet forces so much greater than them pulled them together": Eddie x Gator / Baron x Michael / Geta x Sean / Keys x Eric / Quinn and Keery

[randomthunk]

Every January I reach the point where I've been watching a constant stream of MST3K episodes since Thanksgiving, so I just have to draw something. Dr. Forrester is fun since he has such a strong look, including a ponytail in the early seasons because mullets.

[bunnieswithknives]

So, was that tag mentioning "fairy deer lycanthropy" /j or /srs ?

[triruntu]

very slowly picking away at something here

[canisalbus]

i just wanted to let you know that Machete being queer means so much to me. I‘m following your art for many many years now and you and your characters have been a big inspiration baaack in my teens. I was struggling with the possibility of a queer identity alot back then and I remember looking for a trace of queerness in every character I adored. I‘ve always loved Machete and today, as I‘m seeing your art again regulary on my timeline, it brings me so much joy that you’re telling this bittersweet queer story through your characters. Thank you!

Thank you so much for taking the time to leave such a heartfelt message! You've made my day ;w;

[bogkeep]

desire: want to develop my fursona character, give them their own name and plop them into a specific aesthetic - idk if it's urban fantasy exactly, but the thing where you mix fantasy items with modern ones, like This vibe, a bit like they've been isekai'd to a fantasy adventure and then came back. then i can draw them both in a fantastical setting and a non-fantastical one and play around with themes of feeling out of place no matter where you go,

roadblock: still struggling to draw my own fursona very well

[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

Why is Steven acting like all hope is lost? He could use his White Diamond power to possess the Cluster and make it not explode the Earth

Sure he could! Just like all the problems on earth can be solved immediately and without any complications and consequences if someone just took ALLLLLL the plastic in the ocean and launched it into space. Nothing hard about that at all. :)

[rotteneldritchhorror]

Will forever love the “Bella is a shield for vampire powers” plothole where for some reason Alice can still see Bella in visions (even though there is a precedent for her not being able to see wolves in her visions) and Jasper can still feel and manipulate her emotions.

Which very easily allows me to headcanon that Bella wasn’t ’made for Edward’ because she’s immune to his mind reading, it’s that she’s a shield for everyone except her true soulmate (and her soulmates soulmate— or just soulmates) who are immune to her

[skitskatdacat63]

More matador!Fernando! Ferrari this time :D (I can't help myself.....)

- facial hair

+ closeups

I really wanted the vibe of this Nando pic, I think I did pretty well??

[acrobattack]

another thing i was thinking about while zoning out at work last night is i’m a little surprised there’s no like. Name for characters who are based off the girls’ particular character model and powers. They’re so distinct from every other design in the show and they tend to gain the most popularity but there’s no real catch-all term for them, canon or otherwise

[letapollojusticesayfuck]

ok i know a few of these but im super intrigued by aa4 but gavinners drama

aa4 but gavinners drama is one of those fics i'm determined to finish eventually where it's just outsider POV on everything that happens in the game. Specifically, outsider POV from twitter/tumblr/tabloids of gavinners fans reacting to Klavier's cancelled tour, the whole sunshine colosseum incident, liveblogging the Turnabout Serenade trial, etc etc etc.

(this isn't the most coherent snippet just because it's supposed to be formatted as tweets but:)

4-1: AFTER Twitter “Hey does anyone know anything about this email i just got?? Saying that my tickets are gonna be refunded?? Is it a glitch?” “Wait didn’t you hear about klavier gavin’s brother?” “no???" “He killed a guy, that’s probably why the tour’s been cancelled” “What the fuck, i have got to stop learning news like this”

[alastyr-not-alastair]

Rainbow Steve was pulled out of his thoughts by Sabre up in his face, staring - well, at least as much as he could stare through that old blindfold - directly at him. Sabre was nice, even if he was slightly off sometimes when he panicked, and he didn’t quite look like the sentient life that Rainbow Steve had gotten used to seeing, just barely looking off to him. It wasn’t enough to stop Rainbow Steve from being his friend but Rainbow Steve could remember when they met, when that initial look made him panic. Nowadays it was just another quirk of Sabre that he accepted. What he wouldn’t accept was that stupid bandana- “Dude, you good?” Sabre asked, ripping Rainbow Steve out of his thoughts before he went into another tangent.

A tiny snippet from my fanfic coming up! Just to keep the people fed with some content while I keep cooking this up :3

[musical-chick-13]

I do not know how to incentivize myself to do literally anything (including and especially things I do for fun), so. In the interest of combating that.

If I have not posted something on this blog by like. Idk. 10pm CST today. Saying that I Did A Creative. Yell at me.

[agoddamn]

I have this enduring fascination with characters who are doomed by the narrative, but not doomed to die--doomed to irrelevance. Their role is to spark somebody else's fire, support someone else's arc, guide someone else to their absolution. Regardless of how interesting their trials and tribulations may be, they are strictly defined as secondary. Who are you when, by design, you exist to further someone else?