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#anyway I still have a few ideas but I'm a little meh about this one already so maybe this is it for now

snickerdoodlles · 3 days

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WIP game

i was tagged by @doyou000me and @the-cookie-of-doom to do this, so let's gooo. please send in asks, i love these games, but i will also be answering these during breaks as i catch up on work, so it might take me a bit to respond (but i will respond to all of them!)

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

*as i said, i'm doing this as i catch up on work and so i will be breaking both rules myself, but for whoever else i tag that wants them! 😂 i will also be breaking the third unofficial rule because i have more WIPs than just kinnporsche, but. idk. i might put a few at the end, but some require a lot of context to explain and meh

ANYWAYS:

idiots & idioms (series): --[pot stirring] (vegas youtube) --[worms???] (series finale)

talk shit, get hit (series): --porsche coda --kimchay joongle --[king's knight]

fake omegaverse

heart burdened

Insatiable (*cw: incest)

Single Star Review

The Lives of Mr. Gold (*gone fishing fic off-shoot)

timeloop

Your Presence Surrounds

i also have more story ideas for Vampire Thrall (vampire!kim) and Hoarding for Beginners (dragon!chay). mostly horny stuff tho.

as for non-kp stuff uhh. jeff cinematic universe is like...too much to explain lol, but i have a WIP for wuju bakery (yes, the one that's STILL NOT OUT) you can ask about! i also have a lot of bad buddy stuff that's been haunting me, waiting for the right mood to strike. i dont want to list those out here, but you can ask about any incomplete fic/series from my AO3 or [grasshoppers and elephants] fic! ^^b

uhhh gonna tag some writing friends i recognize from my recent notifications. i am so sorry if i accidentally tag someone who isn't a writer here lol, but tagging: @iworshipsappho @faillen @semantics-error @moondal514 @kumeko @fawndlyvenus @lori0018 @alanblackthrone @sweet-william-writes @technicallyburninggarden @okaybutlikemakeitgay @vyther16 and anyone else who's been waiting for a tag to do this ❤

#you know what i should really start #a post for anyone who wants to be tagged in tag/ask games #one like = guarantee to get annoyed by me via tags and/or asks in the future lmao #ANYWAYS #partial wip list to save my brain during work! wheeeeee #(i promise i will catch up on my other asks while doing these too jhghjg sorry friends ive been v busy lately >.<)

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cookiewoli · 4 months

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I finally finished this project I worked on since October !!! I'd like it if you'd take a look. 🥲

This is an animated comic called "Fireworks". I started this project in October and was very hyped about it in the beginning.

Then, when I was looking my drawings, I loose motivation because I thought that they were ugly. So I took a 2 weeks break. Then I looked at it again, and said to myself "You can't let this project unfinished!! After all the time working on it !" If I add all the time spent on drawings together, I have the result of 55 hours and 53min. (Omg I didn't think it will be that much). Aaaand few hours (like 4hours ?) for editing.

I still think that the beginning is ugly, but it's not a bad thing I guess ! I improved a little bit between October and December, so like this, I can see this little improvement with this project.

Now I'm a little bit more proud of it, even though it's just a test. It takes a loooot of time but I like it. I hope you guys like it and don't see it the way I do. 🥲 (A draft)

Anyway, I wanted to develop the story of my OC. Actually, I already wrote her whole story but didn't have an idea of how to show it. My English is totally broken so write a fanfic is a bad idea for me ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ I always said that "Cookie" is just a nickname and not her real one. So I quickly included her real name in the video.

When I will draw better (And especially when I will learn to draw men because, MEH) I want to do a webtoon of something like this of Sandrock ! (Even though I'm already making a webtoon in my spare time since 1 year so that's an excellent idea for my sleeping hours haha)

And Happy new year everyone !! ✨

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

#my time at sandrock #mtas #mtas builder #my time at sandrock builder #oc #my time at sandrock fang #animated comic #comic #fireworks

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hey-there-itskayla · 7 months

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A Fairy and A Human (Creek)

I don't know what to put on the title bu meh, so anyways, @cyncerity here's the fic based on that small idea that I've shared with you 👀

Anyways Enjoy :]

Word count: 1.2k

Craig left the highschool with a tired face, accompanied by Tweek, his boyfriend. He smiled slightly as he listened to him speak and although he wouldn't admit it, he loved listening to him tell his problems or worries.

They walked together until they reached the blonde's house, giving him a kiss on the cheek and saying goodbye while saying that they would see each other the next day at class.

Craig continued walking until he got inside a forest, approaching a specific tree. There was a small door embedded in the trunk, while on the sides there were two windows through which a fairly dim light came out.

Craig closed his eyes and a few seconds later, large blue butterfly wings appeared on his back, while on his head, a pair of antennae.

His size had also changed, going from 5' 7 to 4 inches tall, making it possible for him to use the door embedded in the tree. He approached the door, opened it and commandeered the two adults and the girl who were inside.

"How were classes today?" The woman asked him. "As always mom... I'm going to the room for a while..."

Craig and his family are butterfly fairies, although his father used to be a human who could shrink to the size of a fairy, but he stopped being that when he kissed his mother and became a fairy like her, nullifying his powers of being able to change size.

Craig was born a fairy, but inherited his father's past powers, making it possible for him to change from fairy to human. However, his little sister, Tricia, did not inherit any powers so she was just an ordinary fairy.

After a while distractedly looking out the window of his room, he left his backpack on the floor and left the room. "I'm going to fly for a while, I'll be back in a few hours." He said as he left, closing the door and not letting his parents answer him.

He flew out of the forest, entering South Park again heading towards Tweek's house. Craig liked to look at Tweek from time to time while he was in his fairy form.

He approached his bedroom window, frowning when he didn't see the blonde in the room. He pushed a little, knowing that the window was open and fluttered into the room.

He perched on the nightstand, looking around the room, seeing it a little messy. He probably should help him sort it out later or the next day... he let out a sigh as he moved his wings with the intention of taking flight, but for some reason he couldn't do it.

He stopped moving them, suddenly falling on his hands and knees, unable to get up. His gaze went downwards to see what was pinning him down, his eyes widening as his face paled.

A glue trap. He had gotten stuck in a glue trap. Craig tried to keep his calm as he tried to think of why Tweek had a glue trap on his nightstand although he didn't have to think much as he heard Tweek's mother from afar.

"Tweek honey, be careful not to touch the glue trap I left on your table." "O-Okay, I-I'll be careful..." 'Had it been Ms. Tweak who set the trap? Well, that made some sense I guess...' he thought for a few seconds before realizing the situation.

Tweek was heading towards the room! Craig flapped his wings in panic, desperately trying to get out of the glue even though it was practically impossible on his own.

One of the reasons he was panicking was because he hadn't told Tweek anything about him being a fairy since it was a family secret and because… right now Tweek was fucking huge compared to him. He thought at the same time that Tweek stood in front of the table, he and Craig staring at each other.

Suddenly Tweek put a cup on him as he let out a scream. "T-The underpants gnomes are b-back!" Craig let out a sigh as he calmed down a bit, or at least tried to, still listening to Tweek yell about gnomes in a panic.

A few minutes passed until the room fell silent, Tweek finally calming down. Craig half closed his eyes as the light hit his face as Tweek finally lifted the cup from him.

The blonde watched him for a few seconds, opening his eyes wide seconds later. "CRAIG?!" He shouted in surprise. Craig slammed his eyes shut for a moment before opening them.

He wished his hands were free of the glue so he could cover his ears. "Hey honey…" Tweek seemed to realize how loud he was to Craig and that he had hurt him by accident, so he tried to speak lower.

"I-I'm sorry, I must be pretty loud to you... B-But how are you a fairy?! What happened to you?! S-Surely it was the North Koreans!" He said panicking again.

"Tweek honey, calm down, this is not the work of the North Koreans or other people, this is my true form!" He said, trying to calm his big boyfriend down. And apparently it worked, as Tweek stopped talking in a panic and looked at him confused.

"H-Huh…? W-What do you mean…?" Craig let out a sigh as he explained. "I was born a fairy, my parents and sister are fairies... although apparently I'm the only one of them who can transform into a human... so, you've been in love and dating me in human form..."

Craig's wings trembled for a second as he let out another sigh and looked away. "I'll understand if you're disappointed and don't want us to be together anymore..." the room was silent for a few seconds, the fairy still avoiding eye contact with Tweek.

"Craig... I-I don't care if you're a fairy or not... I-I'm not going to leave you because of that, I-I like you anyway. J-Just because you're smaller and have wings, i-it doesn't change the fact that you're still Craig. I-I'm going to continue loving you anyway." Tweek said softly as he crouched down to get a better look at his boyfriend, who looked up and looked at him in surprise.

"L-Let's get you out of there, okay?" He continued talking as he stood up and left the room, only to return a few minutes later with a damp cloth.

He crouched down in front of Craig and began carefully rubbing the glue off his arms and legs. "I-I have informed myself and water is very effective with this type of traps, y-you will be free in a few minutes." He said while still concentrating on freeing him from the glue.

Just as he said, in a few minutes, he was finally free of the trap, which Tweek threw away. Meanwhile, Craig stretched briefly and looked back at his giant boyfriend.

"...You… really don't care?" "O-Of course not Craig, I love you so much!" He responded happily, picking him up and hugging against his chest, careful not to hurt him.

"You're adorable Craig!" The fairy blushed at those words, replying. "I-I'm not adorable Tweek!" The human simply laughed, his cheeks a little red from laughter.

Craig looked at Tweek, who was still laughing, a soft smile forming on his face as he blushed slightly.

This wouldn't be so bad after all.

Craig's wings are based on this butterfly species btw :]

#south park g/t #g/t south park #sfw g/t #g/t #g/t community #g/t writing #tiny!craig #t!craig #fairy!craig #shifter!craig #craig tucker #giant!tweek #g!tweek #human!tweek #tweek tweak #g/t creek #craig x tweek #kayla writes

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cookies-over-yonder · 9 months

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"temporary"

"Hermie! Can you help me move my bed into your room?"

"What? "

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Taylor helps Hermie adjust to their new room!

Part 2 of The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Roommates

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"Hermie! Can you help me move my bed into your room?"

" What? " Hermie shouts from downstairs. They've been talking with his mom for a while.

Taylor leaves his room to lean over the balcony. "Can you help me move my bed into your room?"

"My—wh—" Hermie stutters a few more sounds of confusion before Taylor shouts again.

"Just come upstairs," Taylor whines.

"What do you want me to do?" Hermie asks, reaching the top of the steps.

"Help me move my bed to your room!"

"It's a temporary room. And… why?"

"Yeah, your temporary room! And because I know you haven't set up that pull-out bed yet, and mine is bigger and better anyway!"

Hermie's brows are knitted together now. "You need that."

"Meh. I've been wanting to get a new one anyway."

"Why?"

Hm. Truth be told, Taylor's current bed gives him the creeps. Not because there's anything wrong with it… it just… unsettles him.

But that would dissuade Hermie from accepting it, and that would foil the plan!

"Just 'cause."

"Right…" Hermie rolls their eyes. "But I—I don't need—"

" Please? " Taylor asks, clasping his hands together under his chin and batting his eyelashes.

They huff. " Fine ."

"Yay!"

…

As it turns out, this would not be an easy task.

There they stood, staring at Taylor's bed, matress, sheets, pillows and all. And the frame. A metal frame holding it all up above the ground.

"Do we… pick it up?" Taylor asks.

"I think we need to take everything off first."

"Right."

Taylor begins pulling his sheets off and tossing them onto the floor.

"You said you're going to use a sleeping bag ?" Hermie asks, watching Taylor from the entrance of the room, leaning against the door frame.

"Yeah! Until I get my new bed."

"I fail to understand why any of this is a good idea when there's already a bed in the guest room."

"Just trust me, Hermie!"

Hermie hums, and starts taking pillows off the bed and placing them on Taylor's epic gamer chair.

"Now the mattress," they say after all the pillows have been removed.

"Huh?"

"We take it off."

"Right."

Taylor grabs the edge of the mattress and starts to lift. Maybe it's heavy, maybe his arms aren't on his side today, or maybe it's a bit of both, but it hurts .

It's fine. It's worth it to get the bed out of here.

Hermie joins him in pulling it, and eventually it's on the floor, and the frame is finally empty.

"Woo!" Taylor throws his arms in the air. " Ow! " he sucks in a breath and drops them.

Okay, his arms really feel like shit now.

But they're almost done.

"Mmm," Taylor puts a hand to his chin.

The mattress is covering the floor, in order to move the frame, that needs to go first.

…

The mattress gets stuck in the doorframe at first, but eventually they manage to pull it out and lean it against the balcony railing.

By the end of it, they're both panting like they've just run a marathon.

Taylor leans against the wall, crossing his arms. "Okay, now the frame!"

"How the hell are you not tired?" Hermie asks, still holding the edge of the mattress.

"Well, I'm a little tired, but I'm determined," Taylor shoots them a smirk.

"That's one word for it."

"Whatever. Let's get moving!"

…

They end up dragging the metal frame through the shared bathroom between the rooms. A genius idea on Taylor's part.

And then they put the mattress back on.

And the covers.

And the pillows.

After everything has been arranged nicely, Taylor remains hugging his body pillow. "I'm keeping this one."

"Yeah I… don't want that."

"Good."

"What's making you so eager about this?" Hermie asks, flopping down onto the mattress.

"I already told you: I want a new bed, and also we're roomies now!" Taylor lies down next to them. "This is gonna be fun."

Taylor stares at the ceiling. It's boring. His ceiling has stars on it, but this one's got nothing. They'll have to change that soon.

"I'm excited. Aren't you?"

Silence.

Taylor turns to Hermie to see that their eyes are already shut.

Come to think of it, that was pretty tiring. And Taylor is aching everywhere .

He carefully slides Hermie's glasses off their face and places them on the fold-out desk next to the bed. While he's at it, he takes his own glasses off too and puts them beside Hermie's.

Then he lies back down, and he shuts his eyes.

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#the mortifying ordeal of being roommates #dndads #fic #dndads fic #taylor swift dndads #hermie unworthy #hehehe #excited about this #silver and i be cooking!!! :D #cookies writes and cookies wrongs

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erinhime83 · 7 months

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This is mostly just me being a bit weird and deciding to change up a few things, despite the fact that two of the characters are already established in the first book, lol.

But basically, it's always annoyed me that I had named Professor Calamity's wife Heidi, considering that I always planned on her being black, and Heidi is a decidedly very white name, in my opinion. With her, it doesn't really matter, seeing as she's not described in the first book, so I decided to go ahead and change her.

The plan had a bit of a ripple effect at first, where I attempted to make Astra black so I could make Mrs. Callahan and Isabella white, but then I decided to nix that, and made Astra white again. I mean, she's supposed to be the opposite of Nova, so she needs to be pale. But then I realized that I didn't have many redheads - really just Pyra - and it's different from Nova's blond, so...she's a redhead now, lol. And when I had made her black, I had given her a braid, and I liked it, so I kept that aspect of her.

But @callistochan87 had made mention on the original post of Astra's design that she had thought she was wearing eighties athletic wear, which inspired me to give her, you know, the eighties leggings and bodysuit look. Because, again, I only have the one character wearing the traditional superhero bodysuit (Pyra again), and I figured Astra would be the sort to wear that. But I like it! Sure, I should have moved her belt up, but meh, I didn't feel like it, and is still works.

This all started, of course, when I was attempting to make Heidi Callahan white, before deciding to nix that idea and keep her black, but making her the mixed race one instead. And it works so well. Like, I can absolutely see her being an love struck undergrad assistant to Professor Callahan who stuck around because he saw use in her powers until, eventually, he just decided to marry her and start a family, lol. I also tweeked her costume a little, and she is adorable. Which, I know, is pointless considering she's dead, but meh.

So then, just randomly, I decided to completely rehaul Frostbite, which, admittedly, is what got me really thinking about changing her mother. Like, I'm not sure how common it is that mixed race kids have black hair, but I sort of didn't like that I gave Isabella black hair. And plus...I had this idea to redo her costume anyway (totally not borrowed from the villain of the Paw Patrol Mighty Pups move, nope), and had the idea of give her messy pigtails rather than space buns. And things...just escalated from there, I guess.

She's a fourth black now, although still sort of dark because I wanted her to be. But I love how she looks sort of like a rock star now? It's hard to explain, but I really love this look on her! Edgy and sort of dangerous. I wasn't going to get her that much white because figuring she'd wear a lot of white to match her ice powers. Just the blue makes her look like a water elemental, after all.

She looks really awesome, and her civilian form now looks really cute. I really like this, even if I'm once again giving a cool outfit to a villain, lol.

#my art #designs #cataclysm #astra #black hole #isabella #frostbite

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anosci · 1 year

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(16-30 albums etc that I’ve listened to this year, copied from twitter) (now with art. [1] [2] [3])

album names and personal thoughts below cut.

16/ Pan Electric & Ishq - About Time (2008) ough, this is prime chillout. feel like ive been pickier about the style recently but this hits the spot.

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17/ Ovuca - Wasted Sunday (2001) mis-parsed this thinking it was an Oval album. it's not. :| but it still has some cool turn of the century glitchy fun, just grounded with some more traditional synthy beats. i love the sound design overall

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18/ Team Doyobi - Cryptoburners (2001) feels like cheap plastic and warm electronics. lots of empty space, but as a stylistic choice. sometimes a little too noisy for my taste. sometimes cozy in its fuzzy minimalism.

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19/ VA - Tigerbeat6 Inc. (2001) an absolute grab bag of ideas and quality. weirdly, i feel kinship with the silliness contained within. some of these are RLY COOL. "Wooper", "Jujik_olop", "Klardiscopic Remedy #1"

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20/ Electric Company - 62-56 (2001) future buzzes and clicks :) I'm not as much of the fan of the sort of… freeform ambiance. but I do really enjoy those clicky beats.

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21/ MuToPiA LABEL — ISOMORPHISM (1999) man im fascinated by this double-retro stuff. "let's arrange this 5 year old game!" -some guy 24 years ago. sadly, it's just a little too rough for me. I'm spoiled by modern arrangements. but yet... track 3 sounds so early OCR. beloved.

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22/ DJ Assault - Belle Isle Tech (2000) listened as a joke, but yet… there's some sweet little jams here. "Jungle Love" is a striking standout. i... used alternative cover art for this just in case. hi tumblr tos lol

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23/ Cex - Oops, I Did It Again! (2001) some cool stuff and some annoying stuff, to my taste anyway. :| more of the former than the latter, overall, luckily.

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24/ Lesser - Mensa Dance Squad (2001) kinda…. jungle tossed in a glitchy blender? sometimes more physical than aural, somehow.

after pondering for a while, a few more thoughts on 2001 tigerbeat6 in general: usually, i vibe with music as music. but with this freeform glitch stuff, i vibe as if it were a painting. it has the feature space of music but, as a whole, each song becomes an acrylic canvas.

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25/ Apocalyptica - Cult (2000) i guess i wanted to check this out because symphonic metal? (old list item) my biggest complaint is the lack of percussion. igorrr has me spoiled. what is metal without breaks? and cores? still, a few good cuts here imo

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26/ Lackluster - Rikos 7" (2000) just as i began to feel it was kinda "meh", the vibe enveloped me. EXCEPT for the one track with a title.

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27/ VA - SMAK (2001) date is technically 2002 in compilation form but each EP came out in 01. the first comps REALLY did not vibe with me, but i feel like they got better as the number incremented. Massimo - Nemylik? oh man. let's drift away.

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28/ Kid606 - GQ On The EQ++ (2000) i listened to this years ago and only liked one track. listening again... wtf this is good. why did i do that. it is *crispy* but i admire that now. i cannot BELIEVE how good this is. 23 years old? what!!

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29/ YET11 - TIMECAPSULE (2000) retro newage chiptune? an interesting thing. I find that im not too drawn it, though... maybe "After Rain" as a highlight?

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30/ Geeez 'N' Gosh – My Life With Jesus (2000) this took a while to get going. I can't say im a fan of the glitched ironic gospel stuff. i love atoms clicks and glitches but man i wish i didnt have to actively ignore the blemishes here

#media thread

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risu5waffles · 11 months

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And i will walk TEN miles, and i will walk just TEN miles more.

Hot off the grill and fresh on the slab, got another ten up for your perusal.

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It's self-indulgent, i know, to put my own stuff in the archive, but <shrug> i went and did it anyway? It's weird going back to my old stuff, and not just because it's from The Before, although that is absolutely a part of it. You can see from Osaka Hanami (花見大阪風) that we covered way back in episode 13, and from the bits i've shown from the new level (still in progress!), there's a definite theme i'm working out of my system, and that theme is i really, really like hanami. But also, i look at bits, and am just like "why did you make these choices? Why do it like this?" This is, i think, the first explicit reference to Yokaihama, which would later become the backdrop to my first review show, and it already feels overthought-out in the worldbuilding. i spent a lot of time thinking about Yokaihama, even if i felt, in the end, that i'd written myself into a corner making a setting i really didn't feel comfortable telling the story of. i wish i could actually go into create mode for this one (there's some bit of Marvel kit stuff that's locking me out of it). i'd love to see the actual guts of the oni fight at the end, because i totally didn't know what the hell i was doing, but it still managed to turn out ok? Also, there's a sticker switch in there that was originally a shout-out/collab wiv creator Enoch_Root, the sticker for which i do not have any more, and i have no idea what it actually triggers. Mystery! But also a warning against using custom stickers to gate off bits/modes of your levels.

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This is a nice enough level if you can get past the presentation being pretty pants. Some of the gameplay bits are nice; i particularly liked the bit wiv the rocks being pushed out? The way they're an obstacle when you first encounter them, as they can slow you down and get you caught out by the wall, but when you loop underneath they become hazards, as their being pushed out from above can knock you into the slime? The two part nature of that bit, i really like that. i liked that there are a few secrets for you in there too, and i realize i missed a couple, watching through it now. The reverse slime waterfall bit is a whole mess tho'. The way the killzone is just the very top, so you can wind up launching into it, and then getting stuck. i imagine it's on some timed piston, but i wonder if it wouldn't work better as a destroyable block wiv a mover attached, just to keep the player from getting at it before it's reset.

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People really seemed to like this one, and i don't know why? i mean, nothing against the level, it's decent enough, uses a bunch of Shardinators, which i think are neat, like potatoes. The gameplay is fun enough, tho' i wouldn't say it has a great flow to it. The checkpoints are kinda awful, so that's a bit of a point against. Too many power-ups used too little, as well, but i'm always a bit of a hardass about that. But the point of confusion to me is the video did well, compared to my usual numbers. Like, if you just looked at the name and thumbnail (i picked the nicest one i could get, but i mean, visually it's just ok), would this one really attract your eye if you weren't already invested enough in LBP to watch an archive video? Maybe the algo was just being kind.

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i really wound up liking this one. It's very LBP1, in the best sense of the usage. i love all the little creature work going on, and none of the swimming bits were overbearing in their length. i'm watching it now, and i love that they accidentally put the sticker switch on the rock, and not the bananas. This race is decent too, not very challenging, but nice and smooth flowing. Yeah, this one's a keeper. Is it the best of the best? Probably not, but it's definitely good.

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We talked about this on Friday, and it's still pretty meh.

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i like this one a fair bit. It looks on the surface to be set up as a HARD(tm) level, but it feels, ultimately, like it falls on the gentler side of that scale. There's enough challenge to make a low- or medium-skill player sweat, but nothing that feels like it'll get too frustrating. i think that's pretty great, really. Bring that "hey! i did it!" feeling to folx who don't have split-second reflexes. Maybe some of them will like it enough to go that route and build those reflexes up, and some will just have a happy memory of clearing something that gave them a hard time.

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This is another one that looks more difficult than it really is, even if it doesn't quite manage the gameplay balance as well as Pink Death. i really liked the aesthetic gimmick of parts being in space, and parts being in ship or on planet; it gave the creator a little more wiggle room to be creative wiv presentation. i would have liked if they'd played a bit wiv gravity in the external sections, but i do know that can be a bit of a pain to build things around. i'd actually like to come back to this creator and try some of their other races on stream one of these days; i feel like they could be a good time.

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Another one where you can really feel the LBP1, tho' i don't think it quite manages to have the charm that The Amazon does up list. The raising the waterlevels mechanic is well-handled, tho', and i appreciate that it's a thing through the castle bit, not just a one-off. The boat was kinda cute, too. Kind of a shame this one only managed to get three players on the scoreboard (and one of them being me, a whole thirteen-ass years after publish), it's definitely disappointing to put work into a level, and not see it get any love. Who knows, maybe the creator will see this video some day, and know their work lives on? That'd be nice.

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Oh my gawds. When i say i was hot about this level, i am not joking. i had to stand up and take a quick walk around my room. It's the "this level is just to get me the LBP2 plat" combined wiv the "play this level you won't regret it. :)" on the title page. Like, i feel like i got rooked. If they'd been upfront, i wouldn't have been so cheesed. If they'd given us a little something, even if it wasn't a level-level, but some tossed together gallery, i wouldn't have been so cheesed. But to make it sound like there's a level, and then spawn us on the scoreboard, and thank us for helping them get their plat? Uh-uh. No ma'am. Fuck that noise right into the sun.

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Now, this level this kind of level is distinctly my toast and my jam. The aesthetic? This is LBP2 era presentation at exactly its "this will please risuko to no end" best. Linda, up front? Yes. Give me your slightly wonky puppets. Give them to me. The gameplay is challenging, but not unfairly so (i definitely could have played better, but i ask you to be gentle, i usually record these in my one hour of functionality before i have to get ready for work, so i tend to rush a touch more than i really ought). i appreciate that none of it is based on any fiddly mechanics that inevitably get busted in the physics changes from translation of LBP2 into LBP3 (there are a few i've played where you can clearly see how it would work, but now it doesn't, and it's hella frustrating). It's a real shame that the series this is a part of is unfinishable. The second chapter is mostly fine, but one of the boss phases has had something go sideways. The hazards still spawn, but whatever is visually representing them either hasn't, or is stuck invisible for some reason. You can still beat the boss, since the checkpoint is infinite life, but it's kind of annoying. The big problem is in the third chapter, where you get half way through or so, and some sequence just doesn't trigger, so the block you need to get on to progress never drops. We did that one on stream, and i was so disappointed.

--------------------------------------- So, that's our ten. Some real good ones in there. Tomorrow's level, spoilers, is also a real winner, so there's that to look forward to.

i've somehow managed to ruck up my right hip, where i can't rotate it out wivout pain? Which is a real problem. i'm a fidgetty sitter, big shock, i know, but my two most comfortable positions are either crosslegged, or left knee up, right knee out (i sit on the floor because, c'mon, you've seen my apartment. What you saw, in the video? Literally all of it aside from the bathroom. There is no space for chairs or sofas), so those are two natural positions that everytime i slide into wivout thinking it's just "ope, that's not happening." There's probably some stretching that'll help, but good luck getting me into a new habit.

Got a bunch of work done on the level cutscene the last few days, and i think it's ready to go into the level proper. So this means just tying it to the drop, and then sorting how to get the player from the top of the tower down to where the scoreboard is[*], and those will be the last real big pieces of the level to be done. There's still a bunch of fiddly decorative/environmental stuff, and playtest run throughs just to make sure that everything's done right, but we're past the last really big hurdle to getting this finished. i don't want to set a release date, but it would be really nice to get things done around my birthday. That would be cool.

[*] there are a couple of ways we've already kicked about getting it done, but the easy way (giving the player something to grab/ride that will take them straight down) might not be the most fulfilling way (letting them run through the destroyed section themselves, which would be neat, but would require extra set-up and testing to make sure there's actually a viable and fun route after the ArchEYEve destroys half the platforms).

#littlebigplanet #little big planet #lbp #lbp1 #lbp2 #lbp3 #Youtube

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Telli, hello!! I love youuu 💖 For the ask game: C-A-R-L-O-S our beloved! 😘💕 (impossible to resist with an alphabet for choices jdkagjksdg)

Shut uuuuup why are you so cute?? As if I could love you anymore and then you do cute shit like this and make me anyway 💞

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Ugh, Harry/Jay. 100% with my whole heart. They just don't sit right with me. It's like a good twin/evil twin hooking up with each other, if that makes sense? They're too much alike that it makes it weird. I can't even handle them as exes. They're just antagonists to each other, and not in a flirty/sexy way. They give me the icks together 🤢

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

Jaylos/Malvie always, but I answered that for @moorsgrimhilde so I'll add a few new ones here. Platonic: Carvie are the most precious babies ever together, so I obviously love them. Romantic: The Core Four. Their dynamic together is unbeatable.

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

I still say Jal for this one. I love how well they play off of each other with their tough exteriors and soft, gooey insides. They care about and want to protect each other but go to hell and back trying to hide it from the other. And their banter is so fun to write. I love them.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

There's no one I really hate, per se, but I'm pretty meh about Chad. I have to say though, he was a great physical comedian in the movie, with his actions and facial expressions, so he's very entertaining to throw into fics just to torment. There's something about messing with Chad that's just too fun to ignore.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

I was just listening to Matilda by Harry Styles, and I've never actually thought about this before, but it's very accurate in describing the Core Four. You can't blame them for leaving and growing up, and for them creating their own family that always shows them love. They left their family and found love with each other. And now I'll think of that every time I listen to it 😿💖

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

I'll forever believe that Mal loves little self-pampering beauty activities like painting her nails and styling her hair, but she hides behind the idea that she does it for Evie. So of course she ALWAYS suggests it when Evie needs cheering up. And Evie eventually catches on and begs Mal regularly to have spa nights in their room, to which Mal *reluctantly* agrees to every. single. time. 😉

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would it be alright to know which asks/prompts you're considering working on? i'm very curious to know what sorts of things catch your eye and what doesnt

I'm not sure how much good it will do to answer this ask now, given that we've got a little over 2.5 weeks left before I stop writing headcanons for good, but I'll do it anyway. Certain prompts are easier to write for than others, that's for sure. I'll do my best to keep these anons anonymous and not call them out, but there are some trends I've noticed.

The main thing I've noticed is that people send in concepts instead of prompts. There's a distinct difference between a prompt and a concept. I'm taking this example from a friend of mine, because he's better at explaining it than I am.

"a prompt is something that prompts you to think about an idea and to fill in the gaps with your own ideas and concepts.

a concept itself is more like, something that exists and is there. for example, "You now have purple hair" is a concept, "What would you do if you wanted to dye your hair" is a prompt."

As you can imagine, I much prefer prompts over concepts. Prompts have more wiggle room and allow for more creativity.

Sometimes people get... too specific. The ideal prompt strikes a balance between being specific enough to generate ideas, while still being general enough that I can explore a few different scenarios, and choose which one I like most.

Other ones I don't like doing involve being told exactly what to write. An example my friend came up with to illustrate this issue goes as follows: "What if the narrator ate an apple and was like 'ew, what is this, i've never tried this before' and then threw the apple away?" They just tell me to rewrite what they've wrote, which isn't great.

I hope this doesn't seem too much like me just complaining. Most of what's left in my inbox is really hard to write for, which is why posts are slow. I have around 90 or so in my inbox, and... I'm having a lot trouble.

It's why I don't answer in order of what's received, though I probably should. It's why I chose to leave the inbox open, because all that's left... I'm really struggling with. I need the new ideas both because they've got the potential to be good, and occasionally they unblock something that will make an older prompt doable.

I don't hold ill will about any request that's sent in, and I don't want people to feel guilty. But these are things people should be aware of.

As for what I do love writing for, well-

The weighted blanket ones were a lot of fun, but I think I've taken that as far as I can. Obsessive narrator is also hella fun. Father figure is a real hoot. I love writing about a narrator who loves, whatever form that takes. I enjoy getting to write his more unhinged self, because he's very unhinged underneath the fancy words and propriety. He's half writer, half theatre kid. I love writing chase scenes, too. The narrator strikes me as someone who pursues the people/things he enjoys, and that's almost always guaranteed to be fun.

The thing is, I've looked back at what I've written, and I've looked back at the things I've had the most fun doing, and the truth is, there are no specific prompts that are guaranteed to be fun. I've had obsessive narrator prompts that were 'meh' and the same with father figure. It might just be luck. Sometimes a prompt will come in and there's that jolt I get in my brain. I crack a smile, and type furiously until I burn out. That's only happened around five or so times, and those are the ones that are multiple pages long. (big brother narrator, breaking narrator out of the game, narrator accidentally cloning himself, narrator pulling reader into the game, and others)

But there's no guarantee of that happening, no formula that creates that response automatically.

I really hope this doesn't come off as me sounding like an asshole, but what's left in the inbox is stumping me. I feel bad that I can't write what people want me to write for, but inspiration for them is difficult for the above reasons.

I also want to make clear that just because a response is short, doesn't mean I hated the prompt. Sometimes, things are just hard to write for.

I stare at some of these prompts with bleary eyes, with nothing coming to mind, and it doesn't feel good. I want to make you guys happy, which means writing. There are days I can't write, and... I feel terrible. Part of me is quietly relieved that I'm ending the blog on my own terms, because the self pressure will ease.

Anyway, there's your overly long, detailed answer.

#personal #not tsp related

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And Bak-ú to the disappointment pit we go (yes, I'm stopping now)

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Well, I put on the race right when I came back from work, but Marina already told me all the important things. It's not that I'm disappointed but more like... sad. Angry even. This is terrible.

I've been here half the race with the laptop in front of me without writing because I have no words, just like Charles said after the race. There's been a few nice moments, but otherwise, meh. MEH.

Indeed, since I had absolutely no idea what to say, I went out to dinner with one of my colleagues (maybe the only one I actually like) from work, so there's that. Now I'm watching Castle while I try to find the words. Or at least something to say about this shitty race.

Scuderia Clowneria at its strongest today. After Monaco, you'd think Ferrari would wake their collective asses up and improve their strategies and every other aspect of a race that could potentially go wrong. Especially when it comes to Charles, after the Monaco debacle. Well, fuck me hard. How could this happen? TO CHARLES? AGAIN!?

RedBull winning again is gonna give me nightmares at this point. The worst thing is that Asshole no.1 didn't even need to do anything well. Even after the it stop shit show today (which I've NEVER seen from RedBull), he still won undeservingly, and with Karen Horner saying "what a mature drive", I almost puked.

Between team orders going around and absolute mayhem a few times, then the race became boring to watch even. Which I didn't expect from Bakú. Carlos losing the car for some hydraulic problem at the beginning of the race, Charles losing his engine almost in the middle of the race, the porpoising going stronger than ever for almost everyone... Awful. Lewis and Daniel could barely get out of their cars, especially Lewis.

The only little highlights I've seen are Daniel getting P8, Pierre getting P5, George on podium and Lewis P4 regardless of the horrendous race he had to endure, Sebastian being sexy as hell with his 180º turn after passing Ocon the first time and that's about it for me.

Charles' face on the interviews spoke for itself. My poor baby, why does this keep happening to him? I feel so bad for him, it's exhausting.

I'm pretty beat since it's 2am and it's been a very shitty day at work to say the least. I'm waiting for Canada next week since I realized I'll be able to watch everything live due to the time difference between Canada and Europe. I'm really looking forward to it but I think it's truly stupid that they still have to take trips like this one, lasting 15+ hours to get from one country to the next, and after what we've seen this weekend with the porpoising, I think is even worse.

Anyway, i'm not even gonna proofread, I know, I'm terrible. But you'll have to forgive me, I'm terribly tired today and I still have to work tomorrow so...

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Last Chance to Dance (Part Five: Rockstar! e.m x fem reader)

🚨🛑🔞18+++ MINORS DNI - YOU WILL BLOCKED🚨🛑🔞 TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNING (For entire series): Rockstar! Addict! Sweet! Mean! Eddie, smut, unprotected p+v, fluff, fingering (f receiving), masturbation, oral (m+f receiving), heavy drug use, descriptions of IV drug use, swearing, talks of anxiety, panic disorder, mental illness, talks of suicide

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Last Chance to Dance Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

A/N: I'm baaaaaaack. I'm feeling so much better. My son is getting better, and he's still his same goofy one year old self. This ends on a bit of a cliffhanger, but the final part will be Part Six! I think you're going to like how I end it. My next series is still brewing in my nogging right now, and I have a few one shot ideas. ALSO, the next series will be a surprise release. What's the theme? You may wonder. Well...I don't know yet! Lmao. I'm just gonna go with the flow, and let my fingers do the talking. (That sounds a little dirty, right? Meh. The dirtier the better!) The series might be based off of a sequence of dreams I have been having of our precious Eddie Munson/Joseph Quinn. I just have to figure out what the fuck they mean. Anyways, I love you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I also didn't proof read this, again, I let my fingers do the talking. ;)

Summary: Full Summary on Part One

Word Count: 7.4k

Seven months ago… It was a busy day at the hospital; it was so short staffed they had to call you down from oncology to fill in in the ICU. You were straddling a young man on a gurney who had come in with an overdose, doing chest compressions as they wheeled him into the room. He wasn’t responsive, he still had a pulse, but there was no reaction to his pupils or muscle movement. You knew he was likely brain dead; he had been unconscious for twenty minutes before he was found. It didn’t take much time for your brain to die out when there wasn’t any oxygen. You hopped off his gurney, another nurse took over with compressions because you were getting tired; the doctor on call had given him more Narcan, but then he started to code. They attempted to shock his heart two times before they called it. He was only twenty, another young life lost.

You had gone outside for a break; you barely smoked cigarettes anymore but today was one of those days where you were really craving the nicotine. It was a warm day, summer was around the corner, but you could never shake the chills you had when a patient dies. You only had an hour left of your shift, and then you could go home, shower off the day, and then enjoy your next two days off. You were playing a puzzle game on your phone when an unknown number shows up on your screen. You answer, the man on the other end asks if it was you, you say it was, and you’re not sure if you should hang up, or keep listening.

“My name is Ted Callahan, I’m a longtime friend of the band Corroded Coffin, and their manager.”

Your breath hitches for a moment, you scratch your head, confused on what was happening. “Uh…I don’t—”

Corroded Coffin. You have known that name longer than the world has, more than half your life.

“Listen, I know this is out of the blue, but I’m kind of at a loss right now. I’m calling because, Eddie is…he’s going through some stuff right now. He’s been mentioning you a lot lately, and I never even knew you existed until a few weeks ago, but…just hearing him talk about you, and your history, even though I don’t know much. I was wondering if you could help.” He sounds kind, you say to yourself, also exhausted. You never thought you would hear his name again, or even think he'd ever want to associate himself with you again.

“Me?” You say, almost laughing. “I don’t…I haven’t spoken to Eddie in…God, going on fifteen years now. We didn’t…we didn’t end on good terms, I’m surprised he even remembers me, I…” I think about him every day still.

“He said you were his first and only love…listen, honey. I’m gonna give it to you straight here. He almost died a few weeks ago, well, not almost, he did...for probably about five minutes. He overdosed on heroin and now he is in rehab after a legal issue in New York City with a few officers and the paramedics that revived him. I know it’s not your responsibility to save him, but I thought maybe you could reach out to him somehow…a phone call, letter. I don’t know what you kids do these days.”

“He almost died?” You almost whisper it; your breath is caught in your throat and your stomach turns sour.

“I’m not gonna make you do something you don’t want to do, honey. I don’t know exactly what happened with you two, but…there’s a spark that lights up in his eyes when he talks about you that I haven’t seen in a long time. You must have been really special to him.” He tells you softly.

“I don’t know about that.” You whisper. If I was so special, why did he leave?

“Will you at least save my number? Just let me know what you decide. Again, I’m sorry to dump this all on you. I wouldn’t have done this if I didn’t think it was gonna make an impact on him…because I think if this rehab and sobriety thing doesn’t work, I’m afraid he’ll be dead in a year.”

You rub your forehead, squeezing your eyes shut. “I’ll…I’ll think about it. I’ll save your number.”

“Thank you…you have a very kind voice.” He says and you mutter a thanks, you too, and awkwardly hang up the phone. You’re not entirely sure what to think, you just knew you had to get back to work and you would deal with this later.

You tried not to think about him on the drive home; it was hard not to. Most days you went without thinking about him even though he was so very present on your heart. You’ve dated other people off and on for years, but nothing ever stuck. They were good men, but they were lacking something you quite couldn’t put your finger on. They weren’t him. You rolls your eyes at yourself, you hated how pathetic you felt when you thought about him. He was this famous rockstar, making millions, selling out stadiums and releasing records and most likely fucking every single woman that met him, but you still loved him. You still loved him after everything he put you through, you still loved him even though it had been fifteen years. It broke your heart hearing that he was using heroin, that it had gotten so bad he is now in a rehab. You weren’t sure how helpful you would be to reach out to him, or if he would even respond. You were still shocked when Ted told you he kept talking about you. It took everything in your power not to call him back and tell him to never contact you again because that part of your life was over.

Or was it?

You thought it was over. Fifteen years ago, it was. When he had ripped out your heart and stomped on it. When he had left you standing in the middle of the street, on a cold night in Hawkins, as you silently cried, repeating the words he said: “I can’t do this anymore.” He never gave you a reason why, even as he sobbed while he was telling you those words. The next day he was actually gone; Gareth, him and Jeff loaded up his van, and had left before the sun had risen that morning. You had grieved him and were on the way to finish grad school for nursing when you saw their faces on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine. After that, their songs were on the radio, they were on everyone’s social media. He was everywhere, and you couldn’t get rid of him. You hated how good their music was, and you couldn’t believe the first song on their first album was the one the two of you wrote together. You remember that day like the back of your hand; it was summertime, senior year of high school was around the corner. You were two nerds in love, and no matter where you went, he was always by your side. You had always loved writing poetry, and that was what started the idea of you writing a few verses for him.

The wind whips your hair as you attempt to turn the page in your book with one hand, trying to shift the weight of the warm body near you as your lean against the trunk of a tree. Eddie was laying in your lap, writing in his composition notebook. Your other hand was gently curling through his hair, massaging his scalp. He sets his notebook down on his stomach and gazes up at you. You look at him and smile, your eyes going back to your book. His hand reaches up to play with your hair, and he grins. “What are you reading?”

“The collected poems of Sylvia Plath.” You tell him, not meeting his eyes.

He moans softly. “’I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. I think I made you up inside my head.’”

“Didn’t know you could read.” You say with a smirk and he laughs.

“She’s the only woman that has allowed me inside her head, unlike someone I know.” He sits up, seating himself between your legs as you feel his eyes burn into the side of your face. You look at him, placing the bookmark to save your place. He’s smirking that smirk, and you lean back against the tree.

“You’ve known me your whole life, you still haven’t figured me out?” He smiles and shakes his head. You reach your hand out to grip his chin. “Am I really that hard to read?”

“Yes.” He says with a laugh. “You’re a mystery to me. I want to know what goes on inside that pretty little noggin of yours.” He leans forward, kissing your lips softly. You smile against his lips.

“Give me your notebook. I’ll give you a little taste.”

“Ooooh.” He says, groaning softly, brushing his lips against yours. “Don’t tempt me to taste other things.”

A shudder goes through you, and you try to hide your blush. He giggles, rubbing your cheek softly, pushing his notebook into your chest. “Write me a song.”

“I’m not sure if my thoughts are heavy metal material.” You tell him, turning to a blank page and uncapping the pen. He kisses your neck gently; his fingers lightly graze against the soft skin on your arm. Your eyes flutter close at his touch and you press the tip of the pen on the paper. He still gently caresses your skin, his soft lips leaving kissing trails along your neck and jaw. He was lucky you were in a public park, because you were about to say fuck the writing and lift up your dress just to feel him inside you. Well, that has never stopped you two before.

He rests his head against your shoulder, letting out a peaceful sigh as you write. You’re not sure where it had come from, it felt dark as you stare at the words. You feel Eddie’s palm gently rub over the fabric where your stomach was, gently kneading. Your stomach twitches as he tickles you and he laughs quietly. “Is that a new spot?” He bites his lip, kissing your neck again.

“Shhh, I’m almost done.” You tell him with a grin. His hand travels below your belly, gently cupping your mound and a small gasp escapes your lips. “Eddie…hands.”

“Sorry.” He mutters and kisses your cheek. He watches you as you write more on the page. You hand him back the pen and the notebook. “Read it to me.”

Your eyes widen slightly. “No, I’m embarrassed.”

“Sweetheart, it’s me.” He tells you with a sweet smile.

You sigh. “Fine. But don’t laugh at me.” He rests his head against your shoulder as you begin. “They say these ‘violent delights, have violent ends’ but is it so violent, that when the world ends in fire and ice, I’d rather freeze my soul, to be reborn, in a world not so cruel. Soulless eyes stare back into me, terrified of what they’ve seen. A little girl lost, but you found her in the pits of despair and agony. Kissed her tears, tasted her until she felt you in her very core and called you hers. A daughter of the night, the sun burns too bright, the sun burns too bright.”

Eddie lifts his head from your shoulder and stares at you in awe. “Wow…that was…”

“Horrible.”

“No! No, sweetheart.” He cups your face. “I didn’t know you could write like that. Why have you been holding out on me?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, I didn’t think I was that great.”

“This definitely heavy metal song material.” He takes the notebook from your hands, pressing his lips deeply against yours, holding the side of your face, his tongue licking your lips begging for entrance. You curl your fingers through his hair, feeling the butterflies in your stomach flutter all around as he kisses you. He pulls away, leaving small pecks on your lips. You were breathless, being kissed by him was always so breathtaking to you but he caught you off guard with this one.

“What was that?” You giggle, staring into his big brown eyes.

“I just…love you.” He rubs your cheek. “I feel like I don’t tell you that enough.”

He didn’t. And he didn’t love you, he was just lying about it, because why would it be that simple with him? That’s why this decision would make it hard for you. What would you gain from it? A mended friendship? That’s better than nothing, you thought. You didn’t want him to die; your stomach turns at the thought. What an idiot. You shake your head, what the hell was he thinking using heroin? What brought him to that point in his life to make that choice? You sigh, feeling defeated. What would you even say to him in the letter? Would you tell him that you’ve been thinking about him this whole time? No, that sounds pathetic.

You groan. You pick up the pen, and you just write.

Present Day - Eddie

I don’t think I’ve left my bedroom at all today. Maybe once to get something to eat. I was in my cabin in New York, Gareth has been staying with me. I know most of it is to keep an eye on me, but I know he doesn’t want to be alone either. It had snowed last night, there was over a foot on my property; Gareth had offered to take my truck to plow, I didn’t say no, I would’ve done it, but it probably would’ve stayed like that until Ted’s services. He wanted a combined wake and funeral; he was going to be buried where his parents were. We had to be in Vermont the day after tomorrow. I was laying on my side, staring at the wall, and I hear my bedroom door open. I feel the bed shift as Gareth lays next to me. It wasn’t unusual, us to be laying in the same bed. For months we only had my van to drive and sleep in to play music gigs across different states, and the three of us would have to get comfortable being close. “You need to get up, man.” He tells me softly.

“I will.” I mutter.

“When?” I can feel his eyes digging into the back of my skull, I squeeze my eyes shut and then snap them open. Everytime I close my eyes I see Ted’s lifeless face, I hear my cries, feel the unbearable weight of the grief.

“When I go to the bathroom again.” I feel myself smirking and I hear him chuckle a little.

“You’re scaring me.” He says after a moment of silence.

“I shouldn’t be.” I say quietly. “I don’t have a needle in my arm.”

“Not yet.”

“I love your words of support; it’s always so appreciated.” I say with an eye roll and turn on my back to face him. “I’m not gonna use again.”

He looks at me, and I see the shy, awkward little kid that I met all those years ago, the kid I took punches for, who I would still take punches for. “How do you know that?” He does look scared, exhausted, sad…really fucking sad.

I feel my throat close up as tears spring to my eyes. “Because if I do…all the work that I did…all the love and support he gave me even when I was at my worst…that all dies with him. And I can’t do that to him. Not again.”

His eyes are watery, and he looks away from me, staring up at the ceiling. “I can’t lose you too, Eddie. I really, really don’t think I’d make it.”

I grab his hand, squeezing it gently. “I’m not going anywhere, man.”

“What are we gonna do?” He whispers, and I see a tear fall down his cheek and onto my pillow. “He was the heart of our band…what are we supposed to do? Get a new manager?”

“No.” I say, surprised at how stern I sound. “We don’t need a manager. He taught us everything we needed to know.”

“It’s not gonna be easy.” He says with a soft laugh.

“Did he ever have it easy with us?”

“With us, yes. With you?” He meets my eyes and smiles.

I laugh. “He did his best, that’s all we wanted.”

“And he was good at it.”

“That’s why we can’t get a new manager. It won’t be worth it.” I let out a loud sigh, your face flashes through my mind for a moment and I shudder, trying to not think of you. Gareth can sense my internal demise.

“You should call her.”

“No.” I say immediately.

He sits up to lean against the headboard, looking down at me. “I don’t know why you’re so upset with her. She loves you.”

“She only contacted me because Ted asked her to. That’s not love, that’s pity.” I scoff, running my hands through my hair. I smell ripe, I definitely need to shower.

“I mean…you walked out on her, Eddie. The fact that she was even willing to give you a chance again after all these years, it shows that she’s loved you this entire time. She started doing chest compressions on Ted the second I said to call 911, she didn’t even hesitate. She just did it. She is the same kind, caring, stupidly beautiful girl that she’s always been. She may have gotten older, but it didn’t hurt her insides. And she loves you, dude. I see her look at you the same way she did fifteen years ago, she’d still go to bat for you. Why does that scare you so much? To let love in like that?”

“Because why would she love me? All I’ve done is cause her pain.” My voice sounds far away; I hate feeling vulnerable.

“And have been causing yourself pain in the process. Eddie, you’ve been in love with her forever. Like since before you even started dating. You’ve been through everything together. There’s a reason why Ted reached out to her; there’s a reason why after all these years you get that chance to be with her again. Don’t let this be the thing that takes her away forever.”

I glance up at him, scowling. “I hate that you have a way with words. I just wanted to kiss you just now.”

He laughs, patting my head. “Don’t let her go. You’d be stupid to do that again.” He hops off the bed and turns to look at me from the doorway. “You fucking stink, go take a shower.”

I put up my middle finger and we both laugh; I watch as he walks away and closes my door. I sigh, groaning at the stupid regret I feel in the pits of my stomach. He was right, I’ve been in love with you for so long sometimes it was hard to breathe. I force myself out of bed; it’s like thinking of you was the push I needed. I remember the day I told you I loved you for the first time, I was having the worst anxiety; I remember Uncle Wayne telling me that the worst thing that could happen is that you wouldn’t feel the same way, and that just made me feel worse. It was just a normal night for us, we were smoking pot in the back of my van. It was cold this night, you had a fleece blanket wrapped around your knees, you were singing bohemian rhapsody in all the voices, and I couldn’t handle how funny you were being, I was almost going into a straight panic attack.

“Please, stop. I can’t…I can’t breathe!” I laugh loudly.

“For meeeeee, for meeeeeeeee!” You start head banging and ended up whacking your head off of Gareth’s high hat, which causes me to laugh even harder. “Ow! Fuck.” You laugh holding your head and I gently lift your hair to check to make sure there wasn’t a severe injury.

“That’s what you get.” I laugh, gently smoothing out your hair. You giggle, moving Gareth’s high hat out of the way to make more room. You were wearing a black zip up hoodie, and only a bra underneath. I only knew that because when you leaned over I could only see the hills of your breasts. And I know that’s why you were so cold. Oh, how I wanted to unzip that hoodie even lower, just to see you, see all of you. I hated my hormonal thoughts, it always gave me an erection whenever I thought of you that way. And I have always thought of you as something more, not just my best friend, but someone I could see spending the rest of my life with. I felt stupid thinking like that, we were only seventeen, we were babies.

“What?” You snap me out of my thought.

“Huh?” I say.

You laugh. “You’re just staring at me, are you having a moment? Are you too high?”

“Let’s not talk about whether I’m too high or not because you know it will send me into a spiral thinking my eyeballs aren’t closing.” I laugh nervously.

“They’re not closing.” You smirk at me.

I growl at you. “Don’t be an asshole.”

You laugh loudly, nudging me with your shoulder, moving yourself onto my lap. I could feel how cold you were, so I wrap my arms around the top of you, gently rubbing your shoulders. It wasn’t unusual for you to do this, we have always been each other's human security blankets, but I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. I needed to tell you, just to get it out. Just to let you know that I’ve loved you since I understood what that word meant. That if you didn’t feel the same way, at least you’d know. I’m playing with your hair; my fingers gently go behind your neck and massage the skin. You softly moan a little, and I swallow hard.

“I have to tell you something.” I whisper to you. You turn your head in my lap to look at me, you have a small smile on your face. My hand gently goes to your chin, and I let out a shaky breath.

“Hey, are you okay?” You sit up to look at me.

“I…I um…” I laugh nervously, running my hands through my hair. I stare at your face, your lips. “I’m in love with you.” I give you a little shrug and a small smile.

You stare at me for a moment, and I can see the gears in your brain turning. “I know this is out of nowhere and I’m sorry…even if you don’t feel the same I just wanted you to-“

Your lips are on mine suddenly, your hands cup my face. My hands nervously go to your waist as the kiss deepens, I feel your tongue graze mine gently, and I shudder. You pull away, staring into my eyes, my lips. You hold my face and I stare at you in awe. “I love you too.” You whisper and I can feel my grin getting wider.

“Really?” I ask you and you nod.

“Since forever.” You say, leaning forward to kiss me again, I hold your face when we pull away. “You’re my person.”

I smile again, pressing my lips to yours. You push your body onto mine, straddling my waist with your legs. I wrap both my arms around your waist, moving slightly to lay you on your back. The rug to my van was an old shag carpet, but it was comfortable. You didn’t feel cold anymore. Your hands move under my shirt, I shudder at your touch, your soft hands. I move my lips to your neck, pulling the zipper down, kissing both hills of your breasts. You let out a soft sigh, your fingers curling through my hair as I cup one of your breasts, kissing in between them. I grip your jean clad thigh, hooking it tighter around my waist and grind against you. The friction plus the pressure causes a throaty moan to escape me and you sit up. You stare at me, your lips swollen from our kiss, and you unzip the hoodie, sliding it off of you and I watch as your hands to behind your back, unhooking your bra. The straps fall slightly down your shoulders and I watch as you shyly let the bra slip away from you. I lean back on my heels, my palms on your knee as my eyes scan your body. I’ve always imagined this; but this was better than what I had imagined. I lean forward between your legs, kissing you deeply. My lips go down to your neck, and I glance up at you, making sure everything was still okay before I did what I did. You lean back to get more comfortable, and I pull your nipple into my mouth. You let out a moan, which caused me to almost explode in my own jeans. The closest I’ve ever gone with a girl was feeling her up, this was brand new to me, and I could tell it was for you too. I wanted to taste all of you, I wanted to know what your sex tasted like, I wanted to know what would make you scream. I move my lips down to kiss your ribs, your naval and I snap the button of your jeans. You arch your hips, helping me pull them down and this is the first time I’m seeing you in your underwear. My fingers knead your thighs and I look into your eyes.

“Can I taste you?”

Your face turns crimson, it made you look so much more beautiful, and you nod, biting your lip. “I’ve never done this before.”

“You know I haven’t.” I laugh, and I stare at you as I move my palm to the top of your underwear. The fabric was damp, and I feel a smile toy at my lips, gently moving your underwear to the side. My hands shake a little as the tips of my fingers graze your clit, I watch as your head falls back, and a soft moan escapes you. I rub you gently, feeling your opening. I gently slide a finger into you and your back arches, I couldn’t believe how tight you felt. I scoot back to my stomach, wrapping my arms around your thighs, staring at your beautiful, beautiful pussy. You lean up on your elbows to look at me; and I flick my tongue out, gently kissing your clit. You gasp and something awakens inside me. You taste so good, so sweet, and I bury my face into your folds, devouring you. I didn’t even know if I was doing it right, but from the sounds you were making; I think I was doing okay. Your fingers pull my hair and I feel my dick twitch as you moan loudly. “Right there, baby.” You moan out, and I moan in response; you sounded so sexy, so breathless.

I pull away to look up at you. “Like this?” I lick a long wet stripe from your hole to your clit, sucking gently. You tremble beneath me, your chest heaving with gasps and moans.

“Oh…my…Eddie.” You moan. I groan in response, tasting all of you, sucking you until your moans get louder and I’m pretty positive you’re about to come. Your head falls back in pleasure, and a loud, hot, moan escapes your lungs and you’re coming in my mouth. I stick my tongue around your hole, feeling you clench, tasting your juices and gripping your thighs until you can’t take it anymore. It’s so intoxicating I don’t want to stop. Your eyes are closed as you settle your breathing, I sit back on my heels, wiping my face and smile at you. You sit up, grabbing the back of my head and kiss me. You moan against my mouth, and a groan escapes me when I feel your hand cup my erection over my jeans. You pull away from me, quickly undoing the button on my jeans and pulling them down past my legs. I see your eyes widen when I spring to life, and you smile.

You look up at me, your hands gently rub my thighs, my ass and I shudder under your touch. I move to my back, highly aware of how exposed I felt with your eyes scanning my body. I immediately feel shy, and I honestly couldn’t tell you why. You sense how nervous I am, and you crawl up my body. Your hand tickles my chest and you kiss me gently. I hold your waist, gripping your skin and you pull back to look at me. I swallow hard as you lean down to kiss my neck, making soft pecks along my chest, moving down to my abdomen. A moan escapes me when I feel your hands gently grab my cock, rubbing your soft hands over the velvety ness of it. I gasp when I feel your lips kiss the tip; I could tell you were nervous too, but I swear as soon as you took my whole length into your mouth, you knew exactly what to do. A broken moan escapes me, and you quickly pull your head back.

“I’m sorry…did I…”

“No, no.” I say breathlessly, grabbing your wrist. “That was really good, keep going.”

Your mouth is on me again, and I groan, feeling your tongue swirl around my shaft, move down towards my balls. I moan loudly, my head falls back against the bottom of the high hat, which causes a humorous sound and I end up laughing while moaning. You throat me deeper and I hold your hair. I want to know what you feel like inside, I want to feel that beautiful pussy clench around my cock. I pull your head up to look at you.

“I wanna feel you.” I whisper.

You sit back, smiling that beautiful smile. You nod, biting your lower lip. I scoot up, taking your face in my hands and kiss you deeply. I turn you around so you’re on your back, gently grazing my fingertips over your skin. I bite my bottom lip, staring at your naked body. You were so beautiful. I feel a blush rise to my cheeks as I stare at you, and you smile sweetly.

“You nervous?” You ask me and I nod.

“A little.”

“Me too.” You say, reaching up to cup my face as I hover above you. I smile into your palm and a thought crosses my mind.

“Oh.” I lean back, go into my wallet, pulling out a condom. I tear it open with my teeth, staring at the rubber like it was a bomb.

“I think it goes…” you sit up a little, taking the condom and sliding it down my shaft. I shudder but I’m equally embarrassed.

“Pretty pathetic that I don’t know how to put a condom on.” I laugh awkwardly, leaning down to hover over you again.

“You’re not pathetic. If you’re pathetic; I’m pathetic. I’ve never had an orgasm until you.”

My eyes widen at your confession. “No way. Even when you play with yourself?”

You shake your head. “I guess I didn’t do it right.” You laugh and smile at me. “Looks like we have to teach each other things.”

I smirk, gently leaning down to kiss your lips. I rub your cheek, caresses your hair. “If it hurts, you tell me, okay? And I’ll stop.”

You nod, I could feel you shaking. I was shaking too, but I wasn’t sure if it was nerves, excitement or both. You open your legs a little wider for me, and I kiss you gently, my hand palming your entrance and I pull my hand away to line myself up with you. I slowly push myself in, and a grunt escapes me, you let out a soft gasp and I feel you clench.

“Am I hurting you?” I ask, panic in my voice as I stop pushing in.

“No, it just stings a little. Keep going.” You whisper, gripping my forearms. I push myself in further and I hear you coo; I look at your face and you’re biting your lip. You were so fucking tight, so tight that it was starting to hurt me, and I didn’t know what to do next. I feel you roll your hips into mine and I gently pull myself out a little and move back in. You moan, and a throaty growl escapes me as I quicken the movements in my hips. You felt so good, and I wanted to go faster but I didn’t want to hurt you.

“Faster, baby.” You moan, like you read my mind. I stare into your eyes, and you kiss me deeply, letting me know that it was okay. I move my hips faster, the sensation of the friction, plus the sounds that were coming from you were turning me into a wild fucking animal. “Ohhh…”

I could feel my orgasm building in my belly, and once I feel your hands grab my ass to push me deeper into you, it was all over. We were both moaning so loud, and I honestly didn’t remember which way up. You gasp loudly, and I feel you clench around me. “Oh baby…I think I’m gonna come again…”

“Fuck…I’m close…” my head falls back in pleasure, and I slow my rhythm down, my hips bucking as I come into the condom, and you’re fucking screaming my name, clenching all around me. Your nails claw at my back and I’m groaning into your neck as I ride out the rest of my orgasm, and you gasp out beautiful, beautiful sounds that was music to my ears.

I swallow back the lump in my throat as I lay my head in the crook of your neck. Your hands are in my hair, holding me to you. I look at you and you smile at me, kissing me so softly, sweetly. And at that moment, all was right in the world.

Gareth had driven my car to Vermont, I couldn’t stomach the drive. I think I puked three times before getting in the car because I’m still having a hard time processing what we were doing and why we were going to Vermont. I think I chain smoked a whole pack of cigarettes the way there. I was texting with my sponsor the whole way there too, he was a good guy, making me feel better about myself on how it was normal to be feeling the way I did. I didn’t want to use, but I didn’t want to feel anything. He also suggested I reach out to you after the services, and I shut that down. I didn’t want to think about you, I just wanted to focus on the fucked-up fact I was about to bury the one man I considered a father. We pull up to the funeral home, it looked like a beautiful cottage. A large window overlooked a frozen lake. I get out of the car on shaky legs; I could feel Gareth’s eyes on me.

I turn to look at him. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t look it.” He mumbles.

“Neither do you.” I slam the car door and we both walk up the stone steps into the funeral home. We enter the place, and I’m immediately overwhelmed by the aroma of floral arrangements I want to gag. We sign the guest book, and I have to pause in the double doorway when I see the shiney black opened casket. I don’t even see the people in the seats, or the people who have been in the music industry longer than I have. I just zero in on the box and Julie standing right next to it. She meets my eyes, and she’s already pushing her way through people to get to me. I’m falling into her, my forehead is resting against her small shoulder, I’m breathing in the smell of her shampoo and her Chanel perfume. She’s hugging me close, and I begin to weep.

“Oh, my sweet boy…” She says gently in my ear.

“It doesn’t seem real, it’s not right…” I pull away to look at her, to glance at the casket. “It’s not okay.” The tears are hot on my cheeks, and I feel Gareth stiffen next to me as he tries to control his own tears. She kisses my cheek, taking my hand, leading me up to the casket. I stop when I see Nellie, she meets my eyes, and she’s immediately sobbing. I hug her to me, cupping the back of her head as she buries her face into my chest. She was a few years younger than me, and she always felt like a sister, and I immediately feel riddled with guilt that I spent so many years chasing a high when she would send me birthday cards from her kids, or birthday party invitations. Even when I wasn’t on tour, I would make up some excuse. I couldn’t do that anymore. No more excuses.

“I’m so sorry.” I whisper to her, and there’s so many reasons behind that. Her fingers grip into my back and she nods against my chest.

“Don’t disappear on me again, okay?” She pulls away to look at me. “The kids need their Uncle Eddie.”

I swallow a sob, and nod, gently kissing the top of her head. I look over at the casket, and I slowly make my way over. He was dressed in his best blazer that he had custom made, a vintage Van Halen t shirt covers his chest underneath. His shaggy dirty blonde hair was styled neatly. I couldn’t look at his face. I just stared at his chest; my vision was blurring. I felt the similar ache in my belly when I thought of you, except you were still alive. Ted was dead. I finally look at his face, and a sound escapes my lungs. I sound like a whimpering dog; I couldn’t control it, I just started to weep. I rest my head against the kneeling bench, feeling Julie’s arms wrap around me. I felt pathetic, crying like this, in front of all these people. Ted was the reason we got to where we were…Ted was also the reason that got me back to you.

And I didn’t know how to keep going without him.

I disassociated during the burial, I don’t remember who I spoke to, who I hugged. All I remember is coming back to my cabin with Gareth, neither one of us saying a word to each other. I had peeled off my suit jacket, kicked off my shoes and plopped on the chair in my kitchen. I lit up a cigarette, letting the smoke billow in my lungs. I stare up at my liquor cabinet, knowing that I had a half empty bottle of bourbon hidden in there. The chair skids against the floor as I get up, go into the cabinet, and pull the bottle down. I pull the cap off the bottle, staring at the brown liquid. My heart was racing, I could feel my ears pulsating as my thoughts were swimming in my brain.

You know where this can lead to. Ted’s voice echoes in my head.

“Fuck off.” I whisper through my teeth.

You’ve come so far.

“FUCK OFF!” I scream, pitching the bottle against the wall next to my refrigerator and it shatters, the liquid spilling to the floor. I yell again, punching the wood of my cabinets until my knuckles bled. I slide to the floor; Gareth comes running in from the back bedroom.

“Jesus, Eddie…” He says quietly, his eyes scanning the broken glass, my bloody hand, and the tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Did you know…the last time Ted was here, I was detoxing? Right on that couch.” I let out a chuckle, pointing out into the living room. “Unwillingly of course, or maybe willingly, I don’t fucking know. I was heading into the depths of madness at that point, but he had shown up. I was convinced you had sent these little demon creatures to come kill me or hurt him and somehow, he convinced me to get rid of my dope.” I laugh again, almost manically. “The last time that man was in my house, I was a complete fucking monster. I hated him, I hated him for making me go through the pain. I hated him because he cared about me so fucking much, he’d rather sit there and watch me cry and scream in pain. Why, man?” I look up at Gareth, my lips trembling. “Why did he care about me so much? After everything I had done. After who I became?”

“Eddie…” I could tell he’s lost for words. He slides down to the floor next to me, and I just stare at him. He pulls me by my shirt, pulling me into him. He cradles me like a baby, and I just sob into his chest. “You know why, dude. He loved you.”

I scoff, wiping the snot from my nose. “I was unlovable. And I fucking manipulated him so many times. I’m surprised he didn’t have a heart attack back then.”

“Eddie.” Gareth says sternly. “If you are blaming yourself for his death, you’re a bigger fucking idiot than I thought. Things like this just happen sometimes, man. Whether it’s natural, or unnatural. When I was so fucking at you when it got really bad, when I thought I was staring into the eyes of a person who murdered my brother…Ted would always tell me that he knew you were still in there. That you would come out of this, and look…you came out of it.”

“It’s not that simple, man.” I say through my teeth, my throat bobbing as I’m trying to stop from sobbing again. “Everyday I have to fight…I have to hold back the urge to go and use…and now…now I have all this love…all this love that has no place to go…he was a fucking dad to us, Gareth. And now he’s gone…he’s just…gone.”

Gareth doesn’t say anything more, he just holds me tighter as I cry.

Rabbit hole

Where did you go?

Rabbit hole

Where did…

I haven’t showered in three days; Gareth left yesterday.

I pace in my kitchen, already on my fourth cup of coffee, and it’s not even noon.

My phone rings, I send it to voicemail, sending a reassuring text that I’m okay.

I’m really not, but I don’t have a needle in my arm.

So, there’s that.

It’s been a week; I finally showered. I dreamt of you last night.

I grip the pen in my hand, flapping the composition notebook as I continue to pace in the living room.

My therapist is here.

I don’t say much.

She looks afraid for me.

Maybe, she should be.

She suggested anti-depressants.

I said no, I numbed my feelings for too long, I had to pay the price and feel things without the help of a medicine.

Dying seems better than this existence.

Maybe I already died, and I’m just living in this vessel of a body that is rotten.

Fuck, Eddie. That’s dark.

I laugh to myself, continuing to pace. Looks like I don’t need the drugs to be an actual fucking madman.

Mad hatter, too much tea

Mad hatter, look at me, look at me,

I’m a fucking disease.

Every time I close my eyes, I see you. I see your smile, I hear your laugh, I feel your touch.

What the fuck am I doing?

Why am I standing here alone?

I miss you.

I miss him.

No. No. No.

Gareth is right.

I can’t lose you.

Not again.

NOT AGAIN.

I take the keys to my truck, awkwardly pulling my boots on as I stumble out the door.

Looks like I’m going to Maine.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x smut #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson fem!reader #eddie munson comfort #Spotify

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theorangestar · 7 months

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Saw the tags, and I'mma go and quote you making a sequel for eruption XD Just because I have been following you for a few years now and do read your fics semi regularly when I need my Bolin-centric works :P But please, don't stress about it. It's fine either way, hope you are well and all!!

Anyway, I agree with you and the post you tagged. I want the comic to be good, but right now I just don't want to read it just because the comics and the past have been...meh. They are so good on simple stories like how Naga and Korra met each other. Or the smaller piece when Tenzin tells a story about the the benders that vandalised Air Temple Island. But with the longer comics, they just drop the ball on the characters and sometimes the plot too. They have the tendency to just throw characters under the bus when it's convinient for the plot. Like what Opal said about Kuvira when she was a child. So yeah...I'm gonna be sceptic about it for a while longer.

The idea that people still go back and read my old fanfics even after all this time makes me really happy, so thank you for telling me that.

Yeah, the larger comic stories have not seemed enticing to me what-so-ever. Now, to be fair, I have not actually read any of them, so they could be good, but from what I've seen through page scans and fan discussions, I don't think I'd like them. Many story choices that I would never have made or would be interested in reading about, both plot points and characters (how could you make Opal say that? Why why why??!) I didn't know about the Air Temple Island story, but I did read the Korra and Naga story, and it was wonderful! More stuff like that, please! (Unfortunately, it also reminded me how little Naga has to do with Korra's story in the show and it makes me sad.)

So, some things about my Eruption sequel. I actually have the first draft finished, but many things have happened in my life since I wrote that. Other than moving on to other fandoms, I've gone through a lot in my personal life and burned myself out from most of my creative interests. Now I'm in the middle of a career change that involves going back to college, and so my life is hectic right now with classes. I want to get back into writing and art, but I think the burnout is still there a little. Every time I gear myself up to write or draw something, I just feel exhausted. I don't know what to do about that.

And about the story itself. I personally think Eruption is one of the best things I've ever written, and I've gotten lots of comments on it. The sequel is a completely different tone. I have no idea if I even like the choices I've made. I'm worried of it being a disappointment because it'd not an action story like Eruption was. Some people won't care about that, but maybe some do.

I really do want to finish that story, even though I've moved on to other fandoms. I miss how I felt when writing those fics. I just... I really wish I knew how.

#i want to write it but boy howdy does that seem like climbing a mountain right now #maybe a bit too much about my mental state #i miss when i had all that energy and excitement #i'm just tired now all the time

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liptonoos · 10 months

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murphtavia x attention by doja cat (july '23) + my relationship with them

sooo it had been a while since i last edited murphy and octavia, as the 100 has been over for like almost three years (WTF), there aren't a lot of new scenes etc. so i've lost my inspo gradually (rip) but i still like to edit the show once in a while, and when i do it just feels like HOME.

i LOOOOVEEE editing the 100 so much. well, it makes sense as it is my favorite show and i was OBSESSED with it for a few years (i knew every single line said by every single character omfg mood)

i think my fav things to edit from the 100 are polis (MY HOMEEEE), murphtavia (yes it IS a crackship, i love crackships so much, in fact, i love AU edits in general: the idea of recreating a whole new plot / reality with a story that already exists, with limited scenes, etc. it amazes me!!!!), octavia, diyoza, season 6, locations in general & underrated characters

anyways, i wanted to edit murphy and octavia again, but as i used to do it ALL THE TIME, i've already done quite a lot of concepts (example: modern murphtavia, murphtavia on bardo, murphtavia on sanctum, murphtavia & bellamy, murphtavia in 705, etc.) and i didn't want to just edit random scenes from random seasons so i decided that i should edit them in season 7 only, because s7 looked SO GOOOODDD on them let's be honest!!! then, right after having the idea, i downloaded their soft & badass scenes and i searched for an audio.

i wanted to make a soft / badass ship edit, because i don't really know how to do simple ship edits (don't ask me why), i always find it more interesting to add a little bit of spiceeeee... actually i think i just don't like to stick to one 'editing pattern'.

so once i found the audio i started the edit, it took me almost 11 hours to make it, and i used exclusively videostar (bc sometimes i like to use procreate, imovie or else).

during the editing process, i had been kind of stuck multiple times, especially with the parts concerning murphy, idk why, when this happens, i just keep going to create further transitions in order to keep my inspo, bc if i don't touch for a few days, it's quite impossible for me to be in the exact same mood i was before and to continue the edit (in fact i usually rush the end of all my edits -> tips: i now try to do the last two transitions when i start my edit so the more meh transitions won't be at the very end and it won't be as visible)

anyways, murphtavia has been one of my greatest inspiration since 2019, every time i edit them my mind just enters into an altered state of consciousness (i'm not being dramatic at all) and finds a way to make them REAL. i also love to know that people might be shocked or uncomfortable or surprised while watching my murphtavia edits as it is really just me and my mind recreating the story (dramatic)

i won't say that it is my fav muphtavia edit that i've made, bc there is the one from april '22 (https://www.instagram.com/p/CcVp8JTID8w/), and y'all let me tell you. let me. explain. how proud i am of myself for creating this one. i think everything fits very well, and i remember i even CREATED an leaf overlay IRL from scratch, with REAL LEAVES from my GARDEN. lmaooo i was like 'ok i don't know how to use cinema 3d let's find another way to create exactly what i have in mind' and i did. slay. however, i think in this edit from july '23, there are some crusty stuff, especially, once again, in the parts concentrated on murphy, maybe it's bc i usually have more inspo to edit women (oops)

well, i think that's it. for now. i hope it wasn't too messy, it was my first attempt to write about my editing experience ✦Lip

#edit #edits #the 100 #t100 #john murphy #octavia blake #videostar #my edits #Instagram

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troglobite · 10 months

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well i finally completed every single nook miles achievement in acnh

posted a video for proof on twitter

hopefully that hyperlink works bc i hate how tweets embed

anyway my last achievement was attending 100 K.K. concerts. for the final concert, i dressed up in the same outfit that katt was wearing (she's my original sisterly, she's been on the island since i started it back in march 2020, and i love her dearly) and i asked K.K. to play K.K. Disco, bc that's katt's favorite song ☺️

got a little video of it in recognition

and it was nice bc i also had a campsite visitor on the day, and it was bea! i didn't take her bc i have her on my other island/switch, but it was v sweet!

also my switch's memory is full up 😬 lol gonna need another memory card if i keep going at this rate--but i probably won't now that i've completed all of the achievements.

basically i was playing through a couple days each week to get to the K.K. concert for the week

along the way i let ione and sasha move out and get replaced w kiki and shep (kiki is a little meh, though i LOVE how i redesigned her house, but shep is v sweet, so idk if i'll let kiki leave if she asks to in the future? maybe not? but if i get a perfect villager in the campsite i'll take em) and then i played every single day to give them gifts so i could get their photos--and THEN i played every single day to give them their new wardrobe. lol

officially, in-game, i'm on june 17th

so i'll play a few days each week and then will set to figuring out what i wanna do w the island design-wise. i tore down what i'd built for sasha after he moved out. what i have for maddie is super crowded. katt's farm takes up a LOT of space and i wanna redo the orchard. the entrance is meh. i tried reworking in front of the plaza but i haven't decorated it. i did move my shakespeare in the park theater but it's hard to access now. i did finally make the beach fish market (feels incomplete, though) and the sushi restaurant. i gotta move (or delete?) my second account's house bc i don't like where it is. gotta move kiki's and shep's houses. lots of terraforming to do and futz around with. i like the ideas i had for builds, but they just got crowded & didn't fit & the terraforming is rough. i might just keep it simple and symmetrical. though i did try that once and it just looked weird. so. idk. i'll figure it out.

anyway. i did it. my original island has completed all possible achievements. as you can see in the video, i have over 520k nook miles. i still have my two starter villagers (katt and roald--i'm considering letting roald move, but i worry that no one would want him and i DO NOT want to void him, i'd be devastated, so we'll see)

i have ~35 million bells

i also completed HHP

and the museum (which you have to do to earn all of the nook miles achievement stamps)

my catalog is huge, but my storage is FULL (almost) so redecorating and ordering things would be a big undertaking

i think i might build more vacation homes for my darlings

the sad thing is i built a vacation home for aurora, and then i let her move off of the island and now on HHP she doesn't remember me :(

anyway.

i feel accomplished in a v silly way.

i "completed" the game. now i get to just vibe and design my island and hang out w my cute villagers.

the current populace is (in order of when they moved to the island): katt, roald, vivian, goldie, maple, poppy, maddie, dobie, kiki, and shep.

i'd love to take punchy or purrl if they showed up

previous denizens of illyria include: rhonda, benedict, flora, claudia, tammy, agnes, joey (we don't talk about joey), huck (we DO NOT TALK ABOUT HIM), audie, pinky, blanche, aurora, rosie, lopez, wolfgang, whitney, shino, sasha, and ione.

katt, roald, rhonda, benedict, and flora were my original 5. then huck [hisses] and then vivian & claudia. gets hazy after that who arrived in order. all i remember is that i got goldie to replace huck in 27 tickets, and idr who moved out for me to move maple in, but i found her in 6 tickets.

the ONLY amiibo card villager in there is ione. i found literally everyone else on a NMT island (including shino and sasha), in the campsite, from someone off nookazon, or they were an autofill [stares angrily at joey]. oh no wait, poppy was from a friend of mine. they found poppy on an island & took her purely bc they knew i was looking for her. and before they deleted their island save to start over, they got her to ask to move out so i could take her.

blanche (my birthday twin!), rosie, lopez, and kiki were, i think, all campsite villagers i moved in. and everyone else i found on an island OR on nookazon. but i think....yeah i'm pretty sure the only nookazon villager on illyria was aurora? and it was fitting bc then i traded her on nookazon to someone else who was THRILLED to have her, so i was happy she went to a nice home. ☺️ full circle, y'know.

my OTHER island is populated almost entirely by nookazon villagers. lol villager hunting went very poorly over there. i only found bones and sally on my own--everyone else came from nookazon trades. or--no, wait, i think i found bea on my own, as well.

anyway

i just scrolled through all my saved pictures on my switch and jfc what a trip down memory lane

i do remember having to sacrifice a LOT of pictures bc i kept running out of memory :( but a lot of good ones are still there, so at least there's that.

but it looks like i deleted everything of pinky bc i completely forgot abt her until i was "done" w the list of previous villagers. lol

so yeah. acnh. 3 years and change worth of investment and fun and sweet memories. i'm really glad for this game. i love katt so much, she's just the absolute fucking best. she deserved to have my final of the 100 K.K. concerts be her favorite song ☺️

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Ok I made the Nintendo franchises tier list and am ready to see everyone protest

I'm not going to go over the franchises I've never heard of or know VEEEEEEEEERY little about. Therefore I'll only be talking about things in the "Absolutely love" tier down to the "Meh" tier, in that order. If I know a franchise and have experienced it, I'll mention that. If not, I'll just give my initial impression of it. Anyway, let'sa go!

Also I forgot to take screenshots of each individual tier and am too lazy to go back and actually add them, so if you get lost come back up here, k? K :).

Second little thing, I just went forward a color on the rainbow with each tier I cover. So PLEASE pay attention to what tier I'm actually on, and not so much the color.

Starting with the "Absolutely love" tier...

#1: Super Mario. Mario is, without a doubt, my favorite Nintendo franchise to ever exist. I've played a lot of Mario games and have legitimately beaten a couple of them (Super Mario Bros. 2 and Super Mario 3D Land--both for the 3DS--if you're curious). Otherwise I just cheat and die ten million times until I get that essentially-immortal powerup lol, or in the case of Super Mario Bros. Wii, Luigi SOMEHOW does the entire stage for me. But yeah, Mario is my absolute FAV, my entire childhood was Mario. Love this franchise from the bottom of my heart :).

#2: Animal Crossing. Ok so most of you will be shocked, but I've TECHNICALLY never played any Animal Crossing game. I know what you do, I know characters from the games, and I know how the games work, but I've never played one before. I even know that older games had more...COLORFUL villagers but less to do, and newer games have A LOT more to do but less interesting villagers. WITH this being said, I absolutely love Animal Crossing and am DYING to try the franchise at somepoint. Instant favorite even though I've never tried a game from the franchise before.

Now to the "Pretty good" tier :D.

#1: Mariokart. Mariokart rocks man. I've only played a couple of the games--Mario Kart 7 on the 3DS and the REGULAR Mario Kart 8 on the Wii U--but even then I still love them. I've played these two games so much I've essentially become a god at both of them. The maps and music often SLAP too.

#2: Zelda. I have technically played Zelda...barely. I don't remember what game it was, but I know it was on a DS or 3DS. Based on the TINY bit I remember about the graphics and environment, I think it was Ocarina of Time. I don't really remember anything--I made like 0 progress in the game lol--but I still think it's a good franchise! Majora's Mask especially peaks my interest.

#3: Luigi's Mansion. Similar to Animal Crossing, I've never actually played a Luigi's Mansion game. However, I HAVE seen a full playthrough of Luigi's Mansion: Dark Moon, so I think I have a decent grasp on what the franchise is about lol. A side series focusing on Luigi is always nice--poor guy always gets overshadowed by Mario--and the concept, as well as atmosphere, is really intriguing to me. I definitely want to give this franchise a try in the future as well.

Next up, the "Not Bad" tier :>.

#1: Mario Party. Mario Party's not too shabby! I did play one of these games at one point, but I completely forget which one it is. I THINK there were maybe 3 different maps? I know it was on the DS or 3DS too. Anyway, Mario Party's pretty fun, especially if you play with friends, hehe :>.

#2: Splatoon. I will admit I don't know a lot about Splatoon, but I really like the little I DO know about it. I know there's a minigame where you try to color the cap with ink--or is it a minigame?--and I know a few of the characters you can play as, but that's pretty much it. Still seems interesting though!

#3: Paper Mario. Mario but on paper! Also partly 2D? I think? I'm assuming the whole point of the games is that most of it is in 2D. I honestly have no idea :P. But yeah, the games seem fun! I think these games are known for having villains that aren't Bowser--which if so is genius--as well, but I could be wrong.

#4: Mario & Luigi. I BARELY know anything about this franchise, but it seems all right! I'm assuming you can swap between controlling Mario and controlling Luigi, and I think there's Baby Mario & Baby Luigi too in a couple games.

#5: Metroid. Samus is from here! At least I'm pretty sure Samus is from here :P. I don't know much about Metroid either, but I do know it's a shooter/platformer-type deal and is centered around sci-fi and aliens. At least I think it is lol.

#6: Pikmin: Ok so, to be completely honest, I know virtually nothing about Pikmin. I know it exists, I know some characters look like goofy little plants...and that's about it. The only reason Pikmin is this high is because I know it exists and like some of the designs lol. I know nothing else about it.

Finally, the "Meh" tier!

#1 Pokemon. Okay, in all honesty, I should've put Pokemon a little higher, but I already made the list and don't want to go back and correct it. I have some good memories from Pokemon, but I only really like the part where you wander around towns and talk to people. I'm not too keen on capturing Pokemon, leveling them up, battling Pokemon...you know, the entire plot of Pokemon. I've only played Pokemon on my cousin's DS--or was it 3DS?--when we hung out together at a family gathering and had nothing to do. I never even owned a Pokemon game. Boy the Pokemon fans are gonna hate me for this T-T.

#2: Dr. Mario. Um. You play as Mario, but a doctor. You...match things? Pills maybe? And kill viruses? I think that's the point? Idk man, that's literally all I know. Seems cool, but strays so far from the main Mario IP that it doesn't interest me all that much.

#3: Starfox. This one's ok. I like the concept of intergalactic travel and it kinda being the Nintendo version of Space Invaders, but meh...I never really wanted to play a game from this franchise all that much. The one thing I like about it is this really weird easter egg from one of the games that would be too long to explain here :P.

#4: Kirby. Ok this is gonna be embarrassing, but for so long I thought Kirby was a female. 'Course now I know Kirby's a male, but dang, past me was dumb and never thought to look it up on Google ;-;. But yeah, Kirby's also ok. Kinda seems a bit too similar to Mario in my eyes, though I guess Mario can't eat literally anything :P.

#5: Yoshi. I've never actually played a game with Yoshi as the protagonist. I always just encountered Yoshi in a regular Mario game. The games seem all right, Wooly World looks GORGEOUS though holy CRAP.

#6: Donkey Kong. Finally, another franchise I've actually played! Donkey Kong is...eh. Never really liked it. My parents bought a couple Donkey Kong games over the years, but I only played one, and that is Donkey Kong Country Returns. At least I think that's how it goes. There are a couple highlights I liked from the game, first is the stage with that minecart. THAT was fun, even if I sucked at it lol. The other highlight is those weird pillar things with faces that scream bloody murder. I like those things so much and I don't know why. But yeah, I didn't get far into the game, and Donkey Kong ultimately suffers the same problem as Kirby: it's too similar to Mario. I'd rather play a Mario game than both Kirby and Donkey Kong.

#& Wario Ware. Truth be told, I know nothing about this franchise, but I'm GUESSING it includes all the Wario titles, because what else would it involve :P. The franchise seems all right I guess, but still, I'd rather play Mario.

Well that's it, this actually went quicker than I thought it would lol, but that's partly because I know so few Nintendo franchises. And to think I thought I know most of 'em...NOPE :D. Guess I need to work on that. I'm ready for you all to say my opinions are horribly controversial now :P.

#needlessly long #tier list #nintendo #nintendo tier list #ntl #this was fun lol #despite my severe lack of knowledge on nintendo as a whole

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