just thinking out loud but the Steve going to college because believe it or not he’s finally found a very specific course that catches his interest and it happens to be in Fort Wayne so he can still check in on the kids. It gets even better when Robin and Nancy decide they want to stay local too so they all pack together and get excited (and nervous) about moving.
The time comes and they leave Hawkins and suddenly it’s the first proper day of classes. The three of them are spread over the campus so Steve treks alone to his first class, the reason he chose the college in the first place: Introduction to Folklore.
He’s so ready to learn about something he’s finally interested in. Doesn’t pay attention to the usual seating conventions and social status, just wants to know where they’ll be starting, cliques and popularity contests a long gone part of his life.
The professor is in her stride, painting a picture with her stories of creatures from folklore and the origins, Steve can’t believe it but he’s genuinely excited to learn for once. The pinpoint accuracy focus on the professor is shattered when a voice erupts next to him
‘That’s great and everything but shouldn’t there have been a moth man lover sighting by now? Where is the justice for this noble creature I ask you? I know there’s monster fuckers out there professor.’
The professor slowly engages the guy in conversation but Steve is seething. Who does this guy think he is? Does he think this is a private class just for him? That Steve isn’t paying good money to be here? So pen clenched in a white knuckled hand Steve lets his bitchy temperament get the better of him ‘I thought this was a folklore class? Not a self insert romance lit course’ he clearly says it too loud because the boy next to him. The one who started all this turns to Steve and raises an eyebrow, a smug smile on his face and lets out a ‘huh interesting’ and what’s Steve supposed to do with that? And more importantly what’s Steve supposed to do with the fact that the guy is stupid hot with this long hair, tattoo combo and that the smug look on his face definitely made Steve’s heartbeat thunder in his ears? Out of rage on behalf of his fellow students, of course.
Turns out it doesn’t matter, the class is over and Steve is running out the door, determined not to get caught by those eyes again.
It starts off a Thing between them. Every week the guy, Eddie, will challenge the lecturer with some inane point that Steve refuses to accept he actually believes to the point of Steve firing back an argument at him. Eventually they are full on debates in the middle of the class that the professor has to mediate after eddie decided that standing on the table would be appropriate (of course, not to be outdone, steve followed).
They absolutely do not have a thing for each other and the rest of the class absolutely do have a sweepstakes on when they’ll get together
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archery is such a beautiful sport! i'm new here so forvige me if you have talked about it before, but would you mind sharing a bit about how you got into it? you looked cool af on the weekend pics
my husband and i used to be powerlifters and martial artists (him: karate and me: aikido) and also ummm huge fucking nerds so one day we were just like dude our close range stats are pretty good, we should work on our long range stats
and then luckily there was a shop that did lessons in the next city over so we took lessons and then covid happened so we couldnt go to the gym/dojo anymore so we just started shooting alot bc that was outdoors lolololol
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TW: Major character injury, a lot of blood
(Also maybe not the best picked characters for immediately post purgatory but I'm soft on morning crew - five man definition - so shoot me)
High in the sky, Philza finally dares open his wings. Everyone is already thrown up, why not give himself a moment to glide down? To feel the wind again, to taste the sky again, for one more moment to be truly free.
After all these months his feathers have grown back and his bones have healed, and finally he can twist and soar in the air once more. He does not just glide - he spins and he laughs and for a long moment he is truly free once again.
The others watch in awe, or do not notice too worried with saving themselves.
People are watching; if he wishes to keep his wings, he cannot use them, this he has long known.
Slowly, reluctantly he descends, rejoining his people on the ground and accepting their joy to lift him in a different way and once more.
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Less than fourty eight hours later, Philza awakens on the floor of a train to the smell of blood and already screaming in pain. His head is in a sobbing Tubbo's lap, while many hands press against his back - his wings - and chaos reigns around them.
"Phil?" Tubbo's shaky question.
Philza cannot find it in himself to speak; he gives a sob and a chip and hopes it's enough - he knows what this is, he knows what this is, it might be Tubbo with him now, where it was Wilbur before, but it's all the same again.
"Stay with us, big boy," it's Fit who speaks next, from somewhere behind Philza.
He hates the idea; he fights the darkness anyway, because fuck it at this point.
A door opens, there's a shift from some of the hands on his back and a hiss that sounds a little like Cellbit, echoed like someone else is joining in - the door closes and the footsteps which tried to enter leave.
"We're nearly at the station," it's a softer and less familiar voice that speaks next - not one of the other people at his back, but over by the window. Pac, perhaps, though Philza's brain is shaky. "If my bag is there, there are potions."
"If they are not, they are shits," Etoiles is more obvious, sharper. "Make him bleeding on the train? They are the worst. Do they also want to be the worst shit?"
The words manage to draw a bubble of laughter from Philza, who shakily reaches out an arm to his friend. Etoiles takes it, intertwines their fingers, and looks ready to rant all over again.
"It's fine, mate," Philza gasps slightly at the pain of speaking, his head falling heavier onto Tubbo's lap. "Fuckers did it last time, too; nobody even had potions then."
He can almost feel Fit's eyes narrow on him, but ignores it anyway; instead he listens with half a brain to the sound of Etoiles voice as he rants, even angrier than his previous one would have been.
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pizza tower rp server !!
hello hello, folks! its been awhile since ive posted, but i’ve come bearing a gift … i’m now hosting a pt roleplay server with one of my buddies: Doise’s Roleplay World of Wonders!
this is an open space for everybody! even if you dont want to roleplay, you can still drop in to hang out! it’s a relatively small server for now, so its relaxed <3
wanna play as that fat anxiety-ridden italian man? then come join!! vvv
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Psyche exists in the same universe as Arling, but on Earth, not in Faerie (so same story universe, but different dimension).
while the existence of magic folk on earth isn't a government secret in this universe, it's not public knowledge either. a federal organization called Godmother handles all social work regarding magic folk, but that's kind of all its own post tbh.
there are plenty who live and work outside of the Godmother system though, with a black market for all kinds of illegal or regulated magic items, weapons, flora and fauna, etc and the network of crime families that run it.
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Interested in another DB event??
!!! Dragon Ball Big Bang Event interest check !!!
Doesn’t matter who or what you stan as long as its db :]
There’s roles for ANY and EVERY type of db fan, whether you’re an artist, writer, or just like reading or consuming the good content!!!
Personally I think it would just be really fun to have a chance to collab with anyone I’ve met in db fandom, or even just to meet new people and see what kinda fics I’ve been missing so !! please feel free to check this out !! even if you don't know if you'll join in the end !
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