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This week’s writer spotlight feature is:  deadratz/@munsonkitten! They have 32 works in the Stranger Things fandom on AO3 and 31 of those are in the Steddie tag!
Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by @munsonkitten:
the sound of silence
float among the wreckage
share the same space for a minute or two
you make me feel like i am whole again
sugar on my tongue
"In a fandom with over 20 thousand fics, it's hard to find fics that stand out, and Grim has so many that feel like a breath of fresh air for the characters. His specialty is exploring Eddie's trauma, past and present, and being patient with letting him heal in a messy, realistic way that tears your heart out and puts it back. Grim takes on topics that can be difficult to explain, like trauma and gender exploration, and puts them into words so perfectly. His fics are entertaining and heartfelt and always hot, no matter which one you open, you're in for a treat and he has some hidden gems! Regardless of what's popular, Grim stays true to the characters and it's easy to trust him with them, and that's something to appreciate!" -- anonymous
Below the cut, @munsonkitten answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!
Why do you write Steddie?
When Season 4 came out, I had lost all motivation in my old fandoms. I hadn’t written anything in months, but then I saw Eddie and fell in love instantly. As I was watching, I started to have this little thought like “is anyone else seeing this?” when I saw Steve and Eddie interact, and I ended up on AO3, reading through anything that looked good out of the 300 fics that came out in those first couple of days, and then I kept reading, and I was completely inspired. I was pulled in, and I tried to write something between volumes 1&2 that didn’t go anywhere, but I didn’t want to give up on them because there was just this pull that kept me thinking of them, and then, of course, we saw Eddie’s fate and I immediately had to rectify that in my own way. I love writing Steve and Eddie because they come from very different worlds, but as a queer punk who also played sports in high school, I know firsthand how those worlds can collide and I can relate to both Steve and Eddie and how they fit into their places as the freak/jock. There’s also just a certain coziness that comes with writing Steddie for me, like they’re familiar and something I can find safety in. They’re both complex characters with traumatic experiences and there’s comfort in that and there’s comfort in being able to process my own life through the perspective of the two of them and apply different things to their canon personalities and backstories. It really comes down to, like, even though they’ve fought monsters, they’re really just regular guys, too. They’re relatable and accessible because their lives are pretty average without the monster stuff. I don’t find myself wasting time doing tons of research about certain jobs or lifestyles as I have with other pairings in the past. Steddie has just given me a lot of freedom to do what I want.
What’s your favorite trope to READ?
There are so many tropes that I love. I think a lot of them depend on how they’re written, of course, so even tropes I don’t typically like to read can end up being really good to me. My go-to answer for this is usually pre-dating sharing a bed/only one bed, whether they’re sharing because they get paired up together on a trip; they’re laying low at Steve’s and Steve needs to keep an eye on Eddie while he’s healing; nightmares bringing them to each other in the middle of the night; or one of them just crashing in the other’s bed. I think there’s something so intimate about the way these scenes can be written, something very vulnerable that I just love. There’s a lot of trust that goes into being comfortable enough sleeping near someone else, and I think it’s a really good way to start Steve and Eddie’s relationship. I also love, love like any kind of friends with benefits situation where they’re obviously pining for each other and completely in love but try to pretend the things they do together is just “helping a friend out,” while mutually being in denial of feelings. It serves for great tension and there’s always really good pay off when they start dating.
What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?
My answer for this is really similar to the last one. First and foremost, I write what I want to read. I’m just very drawn to these kinds of fics with pre-relationship intimacy that turns into something solid between them. So I love writing only one bed and pining/fwb/friends to lovers fics as much as I love reading them.
What’s your favorite Steddie fic?
It’s hard to choose just one favorite after almost two years of reading Steddie fics, but some real stand out fics for me that I’ve read fairly recently have been Trouble Looks Good on You by indelicate, Metamorphoses by fastcardotmp3, Play it Right by stereobone, and Doing Nothing with You by redoaktree. All of these give such nice depth to the characters and their situations and have stuck with me. “Trouble” is still ongoing, but I trust Rue (indelicate) with these characters so much that I can say it’s one of my favorites without having the entire fic yet. It just hits so many of my boxes for Steddie, has all the right factors for a phenomenal fic, and stays so true to the characters in my opinion.
Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?
I have so many plans for upcoming fics, but one I’ve been trying to find time to write for over a year now deals with a lot of grief/mourning of a loved one and includes rockstar!Eddie with a good slooow burn. It’s all things I’ve somewhat explored, but want to really expand upon with this one. I feel like I haven’t written a proper slow burn, either, because I tend to do fwb situations with slow burns on the emotional aspects and admitting feelings part of their relationship, and I want to do a full slowburn in more aspects of their relationship. 
What is your writing process like?
Usually I’m inspired by something, whether it’s a situation that happens to me or something I see on TV, and I think about what kinds of stories could be told with those elements. Sometimes I take one trope and try to build a fic around it, sometimes I see a tiktok or a scene in a show and decide I need to use that in something. Other times, I just have a sentence in my head that I have to write down and it turns into a whole page and then suddenly I have 5k words. A lot of my process is spent brainstorming with friends, talking through scenarios and seeing what kinds of responses they get, other times I have an idea and I run with it and don’t tell anyone until it’s done. There are some fics I’ve fully outlined and then gone in completely different directions, and there are some fics I never wrote down a single note for. I’ve had a few fics that started as just single sentences and turned into paragraphs and merged them with other ideas in other documents. My process is kind of chaotic and always changes, if I’m being honest, but it works for me. I think it entirely depends on the mood of the fic I’m trying to write, how much research goes into it, and how long it’s going to be, and all of that. Sometimes I’ll sit down to write something fully knowing it won’t go anywhere just to get me into a writing mood. I’m really all over the place with my process.
Do you have any writing quirks?
I don’t know if this is really a quirk, but I’m the type of person who will go weeks without writing anything and then suddenly have an entire chapter or oneshot finished in two days. I procrastinate until I realize I need to do something or until inspiration really hits me and then I just lock it in and write nonstop until it’s done.
Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?
This is kind of fic-dependent. If I know for sure that I have the time and motivation for a story, I post as soon as I get chapters finished. If I know I don’t have the capacity for another long form fic, I’ll write out the first chapter and leave it in my drafts until I get a bit further on it, just working when I’m between other projects or stumped on something else. I wouldn’t exactly say I post on a schedule because it’s nowhere near consistent, but I’ve never finished a full multi-chaptered fic before I start posting. I do write a lot of oneshots and two chapter shorter fics, though, so those two chaptered ones are usually close to finished before I post them.
Which fic are you most proud of?
Hands down, the sound of silence. They’re not done yet, but ‘you make me feel like i am whole again,’ and ‘sugar on my tongue’ are also up there with ‘sound of silence.’ It’s my longest fic in this fandom (currently) and my second longest fic I’ve ever written. I put so much of myself into this fic and I’m just really proud of myself for it. There were some definite challenges with this one, with one character in the main pairing barely having any dialogue for the first half of the fic, with the other half of the pairing navigating his newfound sexuality and his life being turned upside down yet again, and I also have a few outsider POVs like Wayne, El, Robin and Hopper sprinkled in there, which is always difficult to work in for me. I’m proud of myself for doing all of that and finishing it.
How did you get the idea for the sound of silence?
This fic started as two separate documents, just unconnected pieces of different stories, both of them hitting dead ends with no hope for continuation. I had started with just a simple idea of Wayne and Steve meeting after the events of season 4 put Eddie in the hospital, and I wanted to show the way Wayne cares for the people who love Eddie, and that ended up becoming the beginning of the fic once I put all the pieces together. The other document I had started around the same time was a short Wayne POV about living with Eddie after S4 and the person he turned into after losing so much of himself. I wanted to explore the idea of someone as loud as Eddie going non-verbal for weeks to months at a time (something I explored in a different fandom, so that sort of inspired me to write SOS too), and when I finally put those together, it just felt like everything was so clear to me and I took off with these ideas.
When writing float among the wreckage, what was something you didn’t expect?
Oh boy. This one was actually difficult for me because I wanted it to be a hate sex fic, and I realized I’m just incapable of making Steve and Eddie hate each other at all. I did something like that one other time earlier when the fandom was still pretty new, but wreckage came to me nearly a year into writing them and I’d really cemented the idea of these characters in my head, and it was just… Very unexpected that I struggled to tap into that tension and hatred. It ended up being less about hating each other and more about misplaced/misidentified feelings in the end.
What inspired share the same space for a minute or two?
I think my friend Teddy actually gave me the main idea for this one. An end of the world “I’m going to die a virgin” apocalypse setting during “season 5.” From that, I just started writing and saw where it took me, and I’m happy with where I took it. Sometimes all I need is one sentence and then I have 11k words written in just a few days, and that fic was one of those times.
What was your favorite part to write from sugar on my tongue?
This is a really hard question because I love so much of this fic and it’s still ongoing so I might still write something I love even more than any previous parts. Without giving too much away, it’s probably a tie between their first smut scene in chapter 1, their club night in chapter 2, and the part in chapter 3 where Eddie’s walking down the road after he runs out of gas and has a lot of introspection about his life and how he finds safety in Steve. One of my close friends told me the writing in that last part was beautiful and I’ve since decided it’s one of my favorite things I’ve written.
How do/did you feel writing the sound of silence?
Sound of Silence was very cathartic for me. I’m so proud of this fic and it deals with so much I rarely see in fanfiction – some of the topics are unsexy and there are a lot of symptoms of mental illness that are highly stigmatized that people just might not want to read in a story. But I knew it was the story I needed to tell for Eddie, mostly, but for Steve, too, and for myself. It’s not always happy, but it’s real to me. Life can be ugly and people can be volatile and traumatized and struggle with sexual function and have undesirable compulsions, and writing that whole fic felt like a release in a way because it’s stuff I relate to and stuff my best friends have also gone through. And the comments on this fic have made me feel seen and less alone in the things I struggle with that I had Steve and Eddie struggle with, as well. I think it’s just really important to have those fics that give at least one reader some comfort in their own situations.
What was the most difficult part of writing you make me feel like i am whole again?
This fic is about gender identity and pregnancy and love and all sorts of stuff that can be hard to put into words. I’ve never experienced a pregnancy, so there’s a lot of research that goes into that, a lot of reading firsthand accounts and finding out all sorts of things that weren’t taught in sex-ed classes. It’s also been a very vulnerable fic for me because Steve and Eddie both experience gender in ways that I do, too. Every time I write about identity and dysphoria through them, I’m putting parts of myself on display for others, and that can be hard, especially when people don’t always understand. I’m very protective over this fic, and I’ve had to defend aspects of it from people who can’t always accept other people’s experiences with gender identity and queerness. That’s been difficult, even well meaning comments can come across as criticism when the writing is so close to home, and it’s been a struggle to keep my head on straight with this one. But as difficult as that may be, the pros outweigh the cons with this fic. It’s so rewarding when people DO relate to the things I write about, and it’s been validating for my own identity and I’ve been told so many times the fic has felt validating to others, too. So as difficult as it can be, I wouldn’t change anything. 
Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?
I mentioned this bit of sugar on my tongue earlier and I think it’s my current favorite, but I have so many scenes and lines from other fics I’d consider my favorites: The sun beats down on his face and arms. He’s burning, red skin and hot tears. He feels like he needs to crawl out of his own skin. To leave it on the ground and walk away someone else.  Someone who doesn’t have to deal with Al Munson, doesn’t have to deal with a town that hates him for things he didn’t do. He wants to be someone who doesn’t have to be Eddie Munson at all. He just wants to be someone else, to feel safe in the skin he wears.  He thinks Steve might be the only person who makes him feel that way, even if it’s only for a glimpse, a small fraction of his life. Even if it’s just in the quiet hours of the morning when they’re curled up in Eddie’s bed, or when they’re just two boys kissing in a bar where no one knows their names. He wants to feel like that again. Safe. 
Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?
I’m helping with a Sub Eddie Week event in April, so if anyone wants to do a fic or art for that event, you can find all info @subeddieweek. Most of my upcoming work is going to be made for this event, so stay tuned.
Thank you to our author, @munsonkitten, and our anonymous nominator! See more of deadratz works featured on our page throughout the day!
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madanimalscientist · 3 days
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In Your Heart, I See the Start of Every Night and Every Day (Chapters 1 &2)
Charlie x Vaggie - Soulmate/Soulmark AU:
Angels don't have soulmates - they know exactly what purpose they had been created for. You might as well ask if swords had soulmates, or trees, or pieces of furniture.
In which Vaggie Falls, in more than one sense of the word, and Charlie is there to catch her.
Chapter 1 is kind of short so combining chapters 1 and 2 into a single post. Much thanks to the folks at the VoxVal HQ Discord and to @coppercrow for listening to me brainstorm/encouraging me. Crossposted to Ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54737719
Chapter 1: Let Us Walk on Stained Glass
“Sinful filth like you has no place in Heaven…” Lute’s words echoed in her ears as she scrambled down the alley, staggering, unbalanced and in massive pain, trying to find somewhere, anywhere, to hide until this was all over. At least she wasn’t bleeding - the wounds from Lute’s sword had cauterized immediately, leaving the alley and her armor splattered with golden blood. Her underlayer was clean, and she’d stripped out of her armor, shoving it behind the bags of trash that littered the alley. If she could just hide herself somewhere, maybe she could blend in enough to escape notice until she figured out what the Hell (literally) was going on. 
Using her spear as a crutch, Vaggie leaned against a dumpster, briefly catching her breath, as her arm writhed with a strange sensation. It wasn’t the sharp pain of her eye or back, but a creeping, tingling feeling under her skin. She looked down, eye widening in horror as she saw the black markings coiling along her upper arm, spreading out across her shoulder. 
“No, no no no, no no no, not this….” she whimpered. She knew what this was - a soulmark. In humans they were a good thing, a gift after the Fall to remind them of their divine purpose and bring them closer to the Great Plan. Humans needed reminders of how they had deviated from the Path of Righteousness and soulmarks were meant to guide you back to those who would help you attain it, but ultimately they were a symbol of humanity’s distance from the Divine Plan. For angels who had been created out of the stuff of Heaven itself, soulmarks were unnecessary - they knew exactly what purpose they had been created for. You might as well ask if swords had soulmates, or trees, or pieces of furniture. 
She dragged herself further along the alley, slumping against a dumpster as she felt the tingling spread up her collarbone to her throat. The marks barely hurt, especially in comparison to her other wounds, but to Vaggie they might as well have been a searing brand. She was well and truly Fallen now, wasn’t she? When Lucifer and his host Fell, they were marked with symbols of the rings of Hell they were bound to for all eternity, a permanent symbol of their deviation from what had been Divinely Ordained. She didn’t want this! She hadn’t wanted to disobey, all she had done was hesitate. To question, to stop and think, to show mercy. Was that really such a bad enough sin to leave her marked and marred? To cast her from Heaven forever?
She collapsed against the dumpster, her spear skittering underneath it as she fell over, the shock and injury catching up with her. She knew she was a sitting duck like this, but she couldn’t keep going, she was too exhausted. And if she was Fallen now….well, whatever happened, she was going to get what she deserved.
Chapter 2: And What was Just a World is a Star
Charlie picked her way through the wreckage and debris of Pentagram City. The city’s elite had weathered the Extermination in their reinforced bunkers, but most weren’t so lucky. The property damage and carnage caused by the Exterminators had left many Sinners injured or worse, and just because Extermination Day was over didn’t mean danger had passed, far from it, unfortunately. The first few hours were usually quiet enough as people assessed what all had been damaged and lost, but soon enough the turf wars and territory squabbles would start up again. If she wanted to have the best chance of helping survivors without getting caught in the crossfire, this was it.
Already people were barricading their own areas, and she conjured some extra hammers and sandbags for  a group of demons who were trying to reinforce a damaged storefront. Everywhere there were bloodstains and bodies, wreckage and ruin. She helped where she could, where it was welcome - lifting heavy objects here, conjured water and first aid supplies there. About half of those she encountered told her to fuck off and leave them alone, but that wasn’t unexpected, though it was, as always, disheartening. 
Further towards the city center, she found that her favorite bookshop was still standing, but had lost half of its staff when a group of Exterminators had gotten inside. She expressed her condolences to the proprietor, who readily accepted her help in repairing the damage, but even as she used her magic to help mop away the bloodstains, it felt like so little in comparison to what she wanted to do. What was the use of being Princess of Hell if she couldn’t protect her people?
In the past she’d argued that they should do something to stop the Exterminations, that they should be fighting back. She couldn’t understand how he didn’t see his own people as worth fighting for. She spent weeks researching and diagramming and had drawn up a full-on battle plan as to how all the forces of Hell could be combined across the rings to protect the Sinners from the annual purge, only to have her parents firmly explain that this simply wasn’t possible. Getting the Extermination limited to just the Sinners had been difficult enough to negotiate, and any overt move against Heaven could see them plunged into all-out war. 
“The Hellborn are protected from Extermination because of the treaty we signed,” her father had said. “That specifically includes you.There are millions of Sinners, but I have only one daughter! I am not taking the risk that some overzealous nutjob can’t tell the difference between you and an acceptable target and tries it anyway. I can’t lose you! ” The sheer anguish on his face had stopped her in her tracks. They didn’t argue often, but that one had stuck with her. 
She’d dropped the subject, but for a while after it had felt like she couldn’t have a moment to herself, always being watched by her tutors or servants, as if they were waiting for her to run off and declare war on Heaven in a fit of rebellion. As if wanting to save her people was a phase she would grow out of rather than a matter of doing what was right. Things had gotten even more tense and awkward for a while, with lots of uncomfortable silences at meals and lots of Charlie screaming into her pillow when she was alone. She understood their fears, or at least their unwillingness to take overt action, but why couldn’t she at least do something ? Over time, the tenseness and distance got worse, and she was left feeling like neither of her parents understood her....like they didn't want to even try.
Eventually, they’d made a Deal: if she really wanted to move out of the Palace and have her own space, she could live in the family’s old mansion on the outskirts of Pentagram City. But she would not be able to leave the mansion on Extermination Day. She’d rankled at it, but he’d held firm. Once Extermination Day was over she could do as she wished, as long as it didn’t violate the treaty with Heaven, and for the other 364 days of the year she was welcome to try any outreach efforts she wanted. Recognizing it as the best deal she was likely to get, she’d agreed, but some part of her was still disappointed she wasn’t able to do more. Instead, she had focused her efforts on really trying to get to know her subjects, now that she was living a lot closer to their main city.
It had…..not gone as well as expected, honestly. A friendly smile and a can-do attitude got you a lot of places but winning over hearts and minds in Hell was not one of them. A lot of Sinners had blown her off from the get go. But she hadn’t let that stop her, and she kept trying. It had only been a few years but she’d made some headway already, there were a few shops and places in town where she’d become a regular visitor, and had even gotten to know some new people. People that weren’t her former classmates from Hell School or the stuffy Goetia courtiers that ran Hell’s bureaucracy, even! And her post-Extermination Day first aid and cleanup missions had been helping, she was sure of it. 
Passing by the opening of an alley, she saw a woman slumped against a dumpster. She stopped dead in her tracks. Oh no, this wouldn’t do at all…someone by herself all out in the open like this and injured…the Exterminators may be gone but she would be easy pickings for any scavengers that came by. Especially this close to Cannibal Town... If Charlie could move her to a safer location….yes, that would be good! She could help this nice lady find her way home and then still get back in time before the heavy artillery fire got going.
Close up, she could see that the woman was a grey-skinned Sinner with short fluffy white hair, clad in a white and grey dress over black leggings. Her soulmark, larger than most, appeared to be some sort of musical notation, oh how cute! Of course the more pressing issue was the woman’s eye, which was clearly badly injured. Good thing she had been passing by, the Sinner clearly needed medical attention right away. With an injury like that, no wonder she had passed out, and who knows how long she had been lying there. Yes, she could help patch her up and get her to safety, and there would be one less Sinner in danger. It wasn’t much, what she did could never be enough, but it was something at least. She carefully moved closer, and as she did, the woman’s other eye opened, revealing a red sclera with a pale gold iris. 
“Excuse me, miss? Hi, sorry, can you hear me? Do you know where you are?” She asked, leaning in towards the woman, her voice full of concern. 
“Mmmmh?”  The woman looked up at her blearlily, still slumped boneless against the dumpster. 
Right! Always best to ask before rendering medical attention but needs must. “Hi, I’m Charlie, I’m here to help you, okay? You’ve been badly injured. Just sit right there, and I’ll get you fixed up in a jiffy!” She knelt in front of the woman, pulling out some gauze from her pocket. “Let’s get your eye seen to…”
She moved to start bandaging the woman’s face, feeling a prickle of static electricity in the air as she got closer. She briefly wondered if a storm was coming in, resolving to get them both under cover as soon as possible just in case, and reached towards her face. 
Time seemed to slow as she touched the other woman’s skin, the slightest touch of fingers against cheek sending an electric shock between the both of them. It was like touching a live wire. No, it was like being the wire. No, it was like being the storm itself, electric and euphoric all at once. It was so intense it felt like it should have hurt, but it didn’t hurt at all! It felt amazing, like she was touching Creation itself, like whatever this was, it was Exactly Right. 
She came back to herself, breathing like she’d just run a marathon. Her fingers were still gently touching the other woman’s cheek, but they were sitting in a small crater, the alleyway around them having been reduced to rubble from what had just happened. 
She felt herself blushing as they both stared at each other in wide-eyed shock.
“Ooooooh my gosh!”
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More to come, probably after Easter - anticipating about 6 chapters all told probably? Will feature Lucifer in flashbacks in future chapters, and some Ozzie/Fizz in later chapters as well.
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lemeadow · 4 months
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Is it just pixel art and me in the wreckage of the world ? 🦇
That ain't pixel art, sorry i lied.
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malewifeph1lza · 1 month
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good lord ‘remember you’ qtubbo and sunny
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transgender-catboy · 5 months
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Got emotional over a video of Miguel singing to a photo of Gabriella, I'm gonna go throw up now
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sirguyofdykesborn · 11 months
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i get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter
i put my hand in my father's glove
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redribbonsandblood · 15 days
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i faintly remember picking at grass or sitting alone while the other girls in my group had a "private chat", and i know it happened but i cant really remember it right
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hella1975 · 8 months
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im so easy when it comes to immoral characters like okay do you bear your pain terribly? get behind me
#fandom is looking at a traumatised guy and going 'they deserved better'#but let me fucking TELL you if that guy goes on to let their trauma absolutely mutilate them then im gonna be there#bad victims etc etc#bear it terribly. bear it ugly and mean. bear it with your teeth stained by innocents that had nothing to do with the slaughter#let it make you worse. lash out. kick down. become the terrible thing#im defending that guy until the end of time#touya todoroki#andrew minyard#touya is the closest anyone has come to andrew in a very long time for me when it comes to this#like andrew is THEE baseline of this ive never seen anything like the way he does it#he was treated terribly and it made him terrible. shamelessly. he took the bad thing and decided to be worse for it#and while it's unsustainable in a person it's so fucking cathartic for a reader to just see that happening despite the tragedy of it#it's touya stood over his abuser and ripping his world apart with his bare hands while laughing#because he spent 10 years in hell for this moment. this single moment. and the audience and the characters call him a monster#it's andrew threatening his own cousin at knifepoint to defend a stranger's integrity simply because that is one of andrew's lines#and you do not cross them. no one ever will again. and the audience and the characters call him a monster#it's watching people who were treated awfully refuse to swallow that pain. refuse to forgive. refuse to move on#it's watching them embrace the wreckage of it and self-destruct either in one glorious explosion or gradually over years#because they are willingly choosing to live this way instead of getting over it. they are rejecting healing with their eyes open#because they were hurt so badly that healing now seems like a denial of that pain#and then u get to read fanfiction where they heal and are acknowledged for what they suffered and u cry and cry and cry <3
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musesofthemoon · 9 months
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The little creature has been out for a while. Getting news of new worlds connecting was her game, and there was something of a surge of them lately. When one thing cropped up, something else would keep it going. She only hoped that some of this would still be news as she returned from the outing, and hopefully there wouldn't be too many problems now.
She was on the way back, of course, before she could see someone familiar in the distance. It certainly made the girl happy, as she quickly rushes over in greeting. It's Makenshi! Maybe they could head back to the Comodeen together, while catching up on what the other had seen back then. Even if he seemed a little bit preoccupied by something, that would be alright. Maybe it was something she would be able to help with as well?
She may be tired, but it's her job to help out in any way she can, and she couldn't just say no if there was something that needed to be done.
For now though, Crux flies up closely, a joyful look on her features. "Kuryuu! Kukukuryuuu!" she chirps.
@shiroi---kumo
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victoriousfidelity · 3 days
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verse drop, mcu aus.
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mnstcrsiiistcrs · 21 days
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Relationship Tag Dump
[ marceline x bubblegum // pink in my cheeks ]
[ marceline and elise // the eclipse doesn't last forever ]
[ marceline and hunson // not just your little girl ]
[ abadeer sisters // all each other got in this messed up world ]
[ marceline and simon // is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world ]
[ marceline and finn // you're my best friend in the world ]
[ marsha and elise // when she loved me ]
[ marsha and hunson // take care caretaker ]
[ marsha and jason // we were meant to be one ]
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paperbakc · 1 month
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days leading up to the english exam.
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tragichopeful · 2 months
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i need to cry and scream into the void ab gojo and megumi at least once a week or i will wither away into an empty shell of a man… such is life
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nimomo-mo · 3 months
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Vent
#but who in their right mind would say that his traumas are on the same level as mine#theyre worlds apart and i didnt mean it like a “ha ha my life is better than yours” but more of a “i shouldnt complain”#which is wrong too ofc you cant compare things like that! a broken thing is broken no matter what broke it#and we both are mentally fucked to the point that we are actually disabled#but we both cope and bond with gallows humor and joke about our horrible traumas#because at some point it stops being a horrible story that you gotta be serious about. and turns into a story so horrible its funny#you know what i mean??#like how would anyone be able to keep a straight face when told that i was beaten and bullied to the tune of peppa pig hfhskjshg#“greta gris nöffnöff” while kicking me hfbskjfhs like making someone oink in tune to the song is hilarious#its horrible but hilarious#its the same with his stories where he had his fucked up family stories that we just laughed about because it was so horrible#but this time i went overboard with my half joke half concern comments#and it turned awkward and i hurt him and now im here venting after weve already made up#im sorry ted i love you youre a great friend and i hope you get therapy soon#we botj are mental wrecks and you desperately need meds hahah#i hope to see where you end up in the future and i hope you get to see me finish engineering school#i hope we stat friends for a long time and keep up with eachother even when far apart and doing our own thing#im gonna be horrible with contact tho i always am lmao#also i hope yours and noahs marriage goes well i love you two youre great#also i hope noah get their fucking mental health cyecked too god damn theyre an autistic trigger wreckage#i cant talk about traumas with anyone else because the worst thing on earth is when someone pities me. or feels sorry for me#stop it! im not weak! im not pathetic like that! dont pity me! its disgusting!#ugh. unfortunately us making fun of eachothers trauma leads to a guilty partypooper feeling when trying to get help#cant really reach out to ted without feeling awkward or guilty or like a killjoy making things worse#i love him but damn. i hate hate hate hate having panic attacks in front of people and even more someone that normally jokes w me#idk
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shadowsandstarlight · 6 months
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So it turns out that when you’re trans, have severe memory issues, and have been traumatized from a very very young age, Remember You from Adventure Time hits really hard
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jacketpotatoo · 6 months
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is it just you and me and the wreckage of the world?
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