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Hiii, wondering if you have any thoughts about Omar's ears? I'm not sure I've ever seen anyone mention his ears. Ears in general are just not really talked about?

Ohhhh, good question!

I think I've always never really thought about his ears but you know what, they're cute! And I doooo especially love any and all of his earrings and ear cuffs!

As a huge fan of the books, the new twists in episode 6 of PJO left me SHOOK. Now I'm even more curious about the last two 👀

first therapy session in years with a new therapist let's gooooooooo

Valentine's Gift Exchange

Name: [Something to call you] Tumblr URL: What you want to receive: [Art, edits, writing, all] What you want to give: [Art, edits, writing, all] Ships you like: [at least one, at max three (you can like more! but don't make it too hard for your gifter to pick!)] ships you don't want: [list things that you are uncomfortable with, to make sure someone who likes those isn't your gifter] submit the form above filled out, and Mod B (that's me!) will dm you with the url and the ships and gift list of your giftee. You have from when I send you the information to submit your gifts, they will all go live on February 22nd Rules No ship bashing! Just because something makes you uncomfortable doesn't mean you have the right to bully anyone about it. No smut! Tumblr has guidelines about what is and isn't allowed, and this blog is for anyone in the fandom, save the smut for Ao3 No tracing or stealing other people's art for your work, we don't condone art theft of any kind. No AI art. We don't condone theft here, and that's not an exception If you want to include OCs (OC x Canon or even OC x OC) please include both art and written refs, if you want to receive art or writing of those OCs! DM your giftee at least ONCE after receiving their list, just so they know they're in the exchange! Send any questions to this blog, or to the iristo server's Chat Events channel, where the blog mods can see it <3

Bruh I really spent 3 hours writing and planning out a story and it felt like ten minutes I might've actually hit a good one this time

someone uploaded a new Hoffmann production on VK and I decided it might be time for me to watch my 50th production and as I'm doing so realizing it's been like 2 years since I've sat at a kitchen table eating dinner while watching an opera on my laptop? I could never really do that when I was living with someone else.

anyway the prod so far is questionable--too soon to really tell--but this image of Nicklausse is enough to keep me going

wondering about my tumblr habits compared to everyone else's, let's do a little poll:

Bewitching Garden

Spooky Steddie Writober Day 1

Ever since the Upside Down crept into Hawkins and started spreading its tendrils through once peaceful neighbourhoods, most residents packed what they could and left. The rest was either too economically unstable to leave the literal end of the world (what a thought), or they clung to the thin, nearly transparent hope that things would get better, that the hole to hell itself would magically close up and the screeching, vibrating sounds from the woods around Hawkins would just cease one day. So yes, everyone who had the option and half a brain left the cursed town behind for good.

Steve Harrington wasn't as lucky. He was no optimist, life taught him enough, and despite what everyone thought, he was smart enough to understand there was no future here. But he had made his choice three years ago, when he rushed into the former Byers house and swung a bat full of nails at a creature from nightmares. After the so-called earthquake hit, his parents spent whole two minutes trying to persuade him to come with them (or to them, they weren't coming back, of course), but Steve knew, deep down, that this was it for him. There was no future outside of Hawkins either, no white collar job, no pretty girl with a radiant smile and warm embrace. There was only this, charred remains of a small town, toxic fumes, blood and death, sobs of children who had to grow up too soon, who had seen things no one should have seen.

No one went outside until they absolutely had to anymore. Nothing has invaded the town yet, but with the recent murders, the earthquake and cult rumors, streets were empty. There were grey particles floating in the air, not feeling as nauseating as the ones in the pure Upside Down, but they were getting stronger. But Steve needed out. He couldn't sleep, the lines on his wallpaper reminding him of prison, except now they had finally tossed away the key and left him there for good. He knew he made that choice, theoretically, but he wondered if he ever had any other option. His fingers instinctively reached for the spiked bat that had ironically become his signature weapon, his only comfort in this madness, and he walked out the door.

The town was quiet and mostly dark, wiring too damaged by the portals to provide a steady supply of electricity. Steve didn't mind the darkness, the quiet. The others might call his night stroll a death wish, and perhaps it was, but in the moonlight twisted by red shadows of the brewing storm, he felt even more alone than ever. Yes, everyone was panicking, planning their next move, but they were also together, sharing the weight of the bleak future and all the losses that led them to this point. Steve had no one, no one that would belong only to him, and he would never intrude where he would never belong. 

He could say this was a patrol, but that would be a lie. He had one place in mind, stupid, really, but his feet had a mind of their own and led him to the park, to one of the remaining flower beds. It was still early spring, not much to see, but some stubborn plants already pushed through the hardened soil towards the sun. At least a week ago they had. Now they were grey, brittle, taken way too soon. Just like so many were and will be. Like Eddie.

Everything was dying, trees were losing their leaves, grass was disintegrating. It seemed that this would be the last spring the world would ever have. "I wonder if I'll ever see flowers again," he mumbled and sat down on the bench.

You know the only kind of flower that blooms in the Upside Down, Steve. White and grey, five red petals. So vibrant, so beautiful. I can't wait to show you what I have in store. A whole garden, only for you.

The voice was not there, not really, but Steve felt it reverberating in his bones, the deep growl freezing his blood cold. He had never heard it before, but he knew. Vecna. Henry. Number one. His hand gripped the bat with enough force to hurt, but Steve didn't care. He had been in many fights, Billy, Jonathan, the Russians, all the monsters, but he had never felt the urge to kill. Until now.

Your town will fall, Steve. It will fall and you and your friends will nourish my flowers. They will bloom as you watch your world crumble.

Steve sprung to his feet, unable to sit still any longer. Finally having someone to blame for all the terror, all the death, lost lives, childhoods and innocence, all of it flooded his brain with adrenaline. But there was no one to strike, no physical body. "You talk tough for someone who got burnt to a crisp," he spat through his gritted teeth. "Come on then. What are you waiting for? Not fit enough to snap my bones or send another horde of your pets at me?"

Vecna's laughter was low and heavy, rumbling in Steve's skull. I am waiting for the harvest, Steve. I am waiting for all of you to be ripe for picking, for your minds to be flooded by hopelessness, anger. For any and all hope you feel to get extinguished. And then...I will feast.

"God, he never shuts up, does he?"

He knew that voice. He knew that lanky frame, that untamed wavy hair, that fidgety smile, those dark eyes. The voice in Steve's mind went quiet and, with a pang of inexplicable anger, disappeared. 

Eddie Munson, covered in dried blood and half-healed wounds, stopped in front of Steve and gave him a mock salute. "How've you been, big boy?" he smiled and his teeth were shiny and sharp. "I'm afraid the flowers will have to wait, but maybe my pretty face will do?"

The bat fell from Steve's grip with a clang and he stumbled towards Eddie, too lost for words. He gripped the bloodied shreds of the Hellfire Club t-shirt and pulled its dungeon master into a crushing hug. "...yeah. It will do, Munson. Who needs flowers anyway," he choked into his hair as Eddie returned the embrace.

"Careful, Steve," and Eddie was patting Steve's heaving shoulders, calming motions and gentle circles on his skin. "You don't know what I am. Vecna's illusion, a Munson-shaped Demogorgon, I could be anything. You're too trusting."

It turns out Steve really did have a death wish, because even with this proclamation, he didn't let go, ignored the smell of dirt, stale blood and toxic spores. "I'm pretty sure I know what you are, Eddie," he whispered as he took a deep breath, the first real breath after so many days. "You're a miracle."

Do you have an Ao3? Because I like… need to inject your writing ideas into my bloodstream

I haven't published anything on ao3 but thanks for the ask! I just like to play around with ideas. Don't really have enough spoons to write anything serious, you know?

But! If you want to know more of my headcanon and whatnot, you can ask here! Half the time, I'll just throw at you what comes to my mind but if I have enough brain juice, I'll probably share with you a short scene related to what you ask.

**and if you (and others who see this) want to send anything that has cw please put the cw first so people can see it easily, thanks. 👻🦇

well. 

Upon closer consideration, I must announce:

Phantom of the Megaplex can exist in the CTDL universe

okay but this line made me gasp

so!! i just started taking singing lessons

Okay, so:

Glass Onion second act solution:

Thanks to spoilers and one name, let’s see:

Miles poisoned Alex Batista. He knew that OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH this is a fine twist. Very good. 

ANYWAY.

He poisoned Infobattles when he looked at the phone, using his own glass and immediately going “OH NOOOOO HELP MEEEEEEE”, that one’s kinda obvious even without spoilers.

Now the second murder--of NOT-Andi--is not real. Dummy gun, like the crossbow. She swapped guns when she bumped Infobattles, which Miles took when he poisoned him. That’s why Blanc didn’t check the body. 

They worked this out on the beach. They are in this together.

am i going to start lowkey shipping steve and nancy simply because steve might still have feelings and i want my boy harrington to get whatever he wants? yes