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[viviseawrites]

Hi everyone! Eddie is beyond excited to get his top secret mail! On that note, all assignments for the Steddie Winter Exchange have gone out! Please make sure to take a moment and confirm that you got yours with your mod, if you haven't done so already. ☃️

If you think you signed up and you haven't received an assignment, please reach out to any of our social accounts or the mods so we can get that fixed! ❄️

[viviseawrites]

I want something Steddie to start here:

Eddie

I’m sorry. This is the last letter. I know you’d hate me if you found out who I really am, and I don’t want to see that. I don’t want you to know who you’ve been telling your secrets too. You wouldn’t want me to know them. You wouldn’t want to know me.

I’m so so sorry. Goodbye - X

He read it again and again when he got home, but Eddie couldn’t figure out what he’d done or what he’d said that made them end it. Sure, it was only letters, and Eddie didn’t know their name, or what they looked like. He didn’t even have a guess about who it was. A guy. That’s all he knew. But they’d been leaving letters in his locker since the second week of class. Two months in, when Eddie was losing his mind for having no way of replying, his secret writer told him he could leave a letter in a copy of the Hobbit in the school library. Since then, it was every other day, sending, then receiving. A slow motion conversation. It was his third go at his senior year, and the letters were one of the bright points.

The joy of a great campaign session could only stretch so far. His new sheepies were excellent, most of the worst assholes at school had graduated, and even if the teachers hated him, Eddie had taken the classes twice already. He knew what they wanted him to write in their homework.

Other than suffering through the freshmen talking about their beloved idol, Steve Harrington - despite the guy being a loser who was repeating his senior year - his life had been pretty great. The notes made everything a little bit brighter.

And now? Yesterday was sort of horrible, and he'd been excited to pick up the next note this afternoon. Mike caught the flu, and took down Jeff and Gareth. The session was already going to be a one shot, but down that many players, Eddie complained all week that they'd have to cancel entirely. Instead, Dustin dragged Harrington in with him. Horrible. The guy had never played before, and was so awkward and uncomfortable the entire time that it tanked the entire session. Eventually he called time. Ended the one shot without a conclusion. Pretty explicitly explained to Lucas and Dustin why.

Explained to Steve that he should have refused Dustin's demands. That he would never fit in with them. That he knew from the minute the guy walked in, that it was doomed. That there was a reason he hated jocks, and stayed away from them.

His bad mood was made worse by the way that Dustin and Lucas defended their idol, while Harrington himself picked up his things and silently left.

Eddie was so damn excited to pick up X's note, and see whether the guy had gotten the hobbits out of the Shire in Fellowship.

Instead.

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Your mods are working hard to get all the matches arranged, and we're nearly done! Assignments will be going out soon 💌 so if you signed up, make sure your DMs are open to nonmutuals so you don't miss yours! ❄️

In the meantime, here's a fun little poll to tide you over while you wait: what trope was the most popular request on the sign-up forms?

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Here we goooo! The sign-up form for the #SteddieWinterExchange is now closed, which means we’re on to matching! Nearly 150 sign-ups this year — wow!! 😍

Mods will be reaching out to participants with giftee assignments by midnight PST of Wednesday, Nov. 20th, so keep an eye out! 👀

If you have any questions or concerns in the meantime, please reach out via tumblr, discord, or email.

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it is officially the LAST DAY to join the #SteddieWinterExchange! ❄️❄️ don't miss your chance to participate in a super fun event!

sign up here before the form for author and artist sign-ups closes on november 17th at midnight PST.

[viviseawrites]

we're nearing the end of our sign-up period with ONLY TWO (2) MORE DAYS* LEFT to join the #SteddieWinterExchange! ❄️❄️

sign up here!

*the form for artist and author sign-ups closes on november 17th at midnight PST!

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We've been getting a lot of questions about the Discord Server, so, our lovey Steddie Exchange Participants, if you signed up for the event, but didn't catch the Discord link at the end of the form, never fear! Please feel free to dm the event blog, or any of our lovely mods, we'll be happy to help! ❄️ and if you feel too uncomfortable asking, please know, that the link with be sent out with assignments too!

Cheers ❄️ Here's to a happy Steddie holiday season

[viviseawrites]

ONLY FOUR (4) MORE DAYS* LEFT to sign up for #SteddieWinterExchange! ❄️❄️

❄️ sign up here ⛄❄️

* the form closes november 17th at midnight PST!

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Our first special prize goes to @midsummer-semantics for being our (nat)20th sign-up!! ☃️

More prizes to come in the #steddiewinterexchange…❄️

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❄️Q: What is this event?

A: This is a gift exchange centered around Steddie! Each person who participates will create something for another participant and receive a present in return. To join, simply fill out the form with your favorite Steddie tropes and squicks. Once the sign-up period ends, you will be matched with a gift recipient for whom you’ll create something based on their responses to the questionnaire. Someone else will be doing the same for you. Half the fun of the event is the surprise element, so be sure to keep your giftee and idea secret until posting time!

❄️Q: How do I join?

A: Sign-ups run until November 17th at 11:59pm PST! Just fill out the form here:

❄️Q: Is there an age limit?

A: Yes. We allow NSFW content. All participants must be at least 18 years old.

❄️Q: What kinds of gifts are accepted?

A: You’re committing to writing a fic or creating a work of art (or both, if you feel inspired to do so, but only one is required). No AI works will be accepted.

❄️Q: Does it have to be holiday themed?

A: Not necessarily! Use your recipient’s responses to the questionnaire to guide you as you work, but don’t feel obligated to include every single tag they express interest in.

❄️Q: What is the schedule?

A: The schedule can be found in the Discord server’s 'schedule' channel, but these are the most important dates.

Sign-Ups: November 6th–November 17th

Assignments Sent Out: November 20th

Check-In Weekend: December 6th–8th

Posting Dates: December 20th–31st

❄️Q: What's the word count minimum?

A: 3,000 words minimum. There is no maximum word count.

❄️Q: Is a beta required for my story?

A: We do not require that your story be beta read but it is encouraged! If you do not have a beta, one can be found in the Discord server’s 'find-a-beta' channel.

❄️Q: I'd like to volunteer my services as a beta. Where can I do so?

A: Theres a specific channel on the Discord server where you can volunteer, but we will soon have a separate form to fill out if your interest is just in betaing.

❄️Q: What happens if I have to drop out for some reason?

A: If something comes up that prevents you from completing your gift before the end of the posting period, please let the mods know as soon as possible so that we can get a pinch hitter to fill in for you and ensure your giftee still receives a special present! We will have a check-in that runs from December 6th to December 8th to give people the opportunity to report any issues they’re having then as well.

❄️Q: I’d like to sign up as a pinch hitter in case someone else drops out. Where can I do so?

A: You can do that on the Discord server, you awesome person! But if you don't use Discord, just shoot us a message!

❄️Q: Where can I get news about the event?

A: The Discord server will have the most up-to-date information, but you can also follow the event’s social channels:

Here on Tumblr & Twitter

[viviseawrites]

Artists and writers, join us this holiday season for the Steddie Exchange! Exchange Sign Up | Beta Sign Up

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Each project is to be kept to one of the following formats:

❄️  Fic

❄️  Art

❄️  Fic with an accompanying piece of art

Tropes and tags are there to guide you in your project creation – creators should not feel pressured to hit every trope or tag that their partner has selected. If you should choose to write a fic for your project, please be advised that it is to reach a minimum word count of 3k. Chaptered fics and one-shots will both be accepted.

Please make use of that “other” box when picking out tags, tropes, and hard no’s! It’s important that folks feel safe and understood. Creators will be randomly matched in classic gift exchange fashion. Hard no’s are to be respected and taken into account when writing/making art for your exchange partner.  

A note on trans representation: In the interest of wanting to avoid any possible fetishization or blatant transphobia, trans-related tags have not been included in the check boxes, but we hope everyone makes liberal use of that “other” box! Let your creator know what speaks to you, and what you’re not okay with!

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Any questions or concerns please feel free to send an ask, and we'll get back to you as soon as we can!

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🔗 to the sign up form

[viviseawrites]

Event announcement coming tomorrow! Watch this space ❄️…

[viviseawrites]

“I want him to get better. I want to watch him get better. I want to get better with him.”

a mix for @skitchskatchbat's fantastic @steddiebang2024 fic! Go give it a read!

langsam "we gave it a go" — nicholas britell // theme variation -piano, orchestra- — nicholas britell // islands — young the giant // i feel like i'm drowning — two feet // deadrose — unprocessed // fear of the water — syml // lovely — billie eilish & khalid // back to black — amy winehouse // where's my love — syml // in this shirt — the irrepressibles  // still don't know my name — labrinth // movement — hozier // my tears are becoming a sea — m83 // only — ry x // touch — sleeping at last // oceans — seafret // wash — bon iver // larghetto — nicholas britell // heal — tom odell // it's ok — tom rosenthal // can you hold me — nf, britt nichole // american prometheus — ludwig goransson // anchor — novo armor // let it all go — rhodes, birdy // already gone — sleeping at last // moondust — jaymes young // underneath the stars — the cure // haunt you still — softcult // don't haunt this place — yellow ostrich // i found — amber run // afterimage 3 — max richter // smother me — the used // i wanted to leave — syml // closure — michael giacchino // history is now — natalie holt

listen on spotify | read the fic

langsam - "we gave it a go" || nicholas britell *instrumental*

theme variation -piano, orchestra- || nicholas britell *instrumental*

islands || young the giant When no one's home, do they feel cold on your bones All the years I missed your warmth Have you missed my warmth?

i feel like i'm drowning || two feet You're a poison and I know that is the truth All my friends think you're vicious And they say you're suspicious

deadrose || unprocessed Like feathers on oil film You can cling to my neck Hands bruise in darkness Life fades to black

fear of the water || SYML If this was meant for me, why does it hurt so much? And if you're not made for me, why did we fall in love?

lovely || billie eilish & khalid Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here Even if it takes all night or a hundred years Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear

back to black || amy winehouse You went back to what you knew So far removed from all that we went through And I tread a troubled track My odds are stacked

where's my love - alternate version || syml Cold sheets, oh, where's my love? I am searching high I'm searching low in the night

in this shirt || the irrepressibles I am lost, I am lost I am lost, I am lost I am lost

still don't know my name || labrinth What do I say To make me exist? Ooh, stranger

movement || hozier You are a call to motion There, all of you a verb in perfect view Like Jonah on the ocean When you move, I'm moved

my tears are becoming a sea || m83 I'm slowly drifting to you The stars and the planets Are calling me A billion years away from you I'm on my way

only || ry x Coming from the cold, buried under heat Lay you on the floor, heavy like the force between us Cut me like a rose, turn me like a beast Hold me on the floor, heavy like the force between us

touch || sleeping at last These moving parts inside of me Well, they've been shutting down for quite some time Leaving only rust behind

oceans || seafret I wish I can feel your skin And I want you From somewhere within

wash || bon iver I, I'm growing like the quickening hues I, I'm telling darkness from lines on you

larghetto || nicholas britell *instrumental*

heal || tom odell And take my mind And take my pain Like an empty bottle takes the rain And heal, heal, hell, heal And tell me some things last

it's ok || tom rosenthal Tell me true My heart is new My love has gone away It's okay I know someday I'm gonna be with you

can you hold me || nf, britt nichole Just wrap me in your arms, in your arms I don't wanna be nowhere else Take me from the dark, from the dark I ain't gonna make it myself

american prometheus || ludwig goransson *instrumental*

anchor || novo armor And I hear your ship is comin' in Your tears a sea for me to swim And I hear a storm is comin' in My dear, is it all we've ever been? Oh, anchor up to me My love, my love, my love

let it all go || rhodes, birdy There's a light on the road And I think you know Morning has come And I have to go

already gone || sleeping at last Remember all the things we wanted Now all our memories, they're haunted We were always meant to say goodbye Even without fists held high It never would've worked out right We were never meant for do or die

moondust || jaymes young And there's nothing, that I can do Except bury my love for you

underneath the stars || the cure Whisper in my ear, a wish "We could drift away so far"

haunt you still || softcult When you think of me, is it fondly? Or do I haunt you still? Do I haunt you still?

don't haunt this place || yellow ostrich I know it's right, I know it's okay And I'd like to see you now and again This was hard, it was dumb, we should do it again

i found || amber run And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be Right in front of me Talk some sense to me

afterimage 3 || max richter *instrumental*

smother me || the used Now I can breathe, turn my insides out And smother me Warm and alive, I'm all over you Would you smother me?

i wanted to leave || syml *instrumental*

closure || michael giacchino *instrumental*

history is now || natalie holt *instrumental*

[viviseawrites]

chapter 2 of my fic for the @steddiebang2024 has been posted!

a pretense of the heart chapter 2

rated E | chapter 2 of 5 | an enemies-to-lovers omegaverse regency au with beautiful art by @lulalulens, betaed by @pink-luna-moth.

go compliment lu's newest artwork for the fic here!

excerpt from chapter 2 — the allemande:

The moment before the dance begins seems to stretch, slowing time like molasses as Steve positions himself between Lady Kali Prassad and Mr. Fred Benson, forced to face Eddie across the line. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up in response to some current of air that passes over his skin, and Steve fights a shiver, tearing his eyes away from his partner to check the top of the set.

Even when Eddie stands still, something about him draws Steve’s attention. Restraining himself from moving only makes Eddie’s restlessness more obvious. The unnatural rigidity of his stance almost hurts to look at. Steve’s own body responds with an excess of awareness, tuning in and picking up on Eddie’s signals sympathetically, instinctually. Eddie simply exudes energy, and Steve is helpless but to respond in kind.

When the first bars fill the room, they both step forward to meet in the middle. Eddie’s hand is warm on his waist even through the layers of his shift, stays, and dress. That same tingling excitement builds under his sternum. Steve forces himself to focus his gaze on Eddie’s cravat, as is proper, and lets Eddie guide him around the dance floor.

His feet know the steps, and Eddie proves to be a passably competent dancer, though his nerves come across clearly in the strength of his grip around Steve’s fingers. When Steve flicks his eyes up, he finds Eddie’s gaze set upon his face. Something like wonder blooms when Steve makes eye contact, and they almost fumble.

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[viviseawrites]

the genocide of the palestinian people at the hands of the state of israel is not a one-year-old endeavor. it began with the nakba in 1948 and ideologically originated decades before that.

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it's time! my piece for the @steddiebang2024 is finally here!

a pretense of the heart

rated E | chapter 1 of 5 | an enemies-to-lovers omegaverse regency au with beautiful art by @lulalulens, betaed by @pink-luna-moth.

summary: The society season in Hawkins lasts only a few months, but its ramifications can last a lifetime. And for omega Steven Harrington, this season will be the most unforgettable of his life. Between a string of high-profile deaths and multiple tense encounters with infuriating alpha Edward Munson, he almost wishes to skip the season entirely. If only that were an option.

excerpt from chapter 1 — the minuet:

“Oh, Mr. Munson, have you met the Honorable Mr. Steven Harrington?”

Those deep brown eyes swing his way—the same as they were that day across the street—and Steve sees the moment Munson recognizes him, sees the quirk of his eyebrow and the slight upturn of his lips before he bows, more dramatic than proper. The edge of playful acknowledgment brings a hot flush of something like exhilaration to Steve’s face. “I had not, but I thank you for the introduction, Miss Cunningham. Edward Munson, at your service. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Steve mutters without thinking. He watches Mr. Munson’s eyebrows slowly climb his forehead at the awkward silence that settles between them. What in the world is Steve supposed to talk about with him—cricket? Embroidery? Horses, perhaps?

Bless Miss Cunningham. She steps forward to ask Miss Perkins about her dress, and Steve gratefully seizes upon the distraction, only allowing a quick glance at Mr. Munson out of the corner of his eye. With the attention seemingly diverted from him, Mr. Munson takes up far less space. He stares out over the crowd, eyes roving from face to face with something almost careful in his gaze, and Steve notices the way he sways on his feet, his hands shoved into the pockets of his trousers, rumpling the line of them.

Well, Steve finally found him after spending so long thinking about him. He might as well make an effort, he decides, tilting his head just so and softening his jaw before he speaks. “Have you tried the punch tonight, Mr. Munson?” Steve ventures.

Mr. Munson whips his head back around to face Steve at the question, startled, but he relaxes again immediately. “Nope,” he says. His mouth shapes each letter in a way that draws Steve’s gaze to his lips. He wonders for a brief second how they would feel against his own.

He needs to get himself under control, he realizes, noting the amusement blooming across Mr. Munson’s face. Right. Steve straightens his shoulders. Perhaps his reputation has not yet reached Mr. Munson’s ears. Perhaps Steve still may have a chance, and he intends not to waste it.

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