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Juno Steel and the Life Not Lived
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#juno steel and the life not lived au#juno steel#tpp juno#junoverse#tpp peter#peter nureyev#vespa ilkay#tpp vespa#tpp rita#tpp au#tpp fanart#tpp spoilers#possibly???#tpp fan comic#fan comic#digital art#my art#art#fan art#the penumbra fanart#the penumbra spoilers#the penumbra podcast
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i just think they’re neat
#tadc#the amazing digital circus#ragatha#tadc ragatha#gangle#tadc gangle#pomni#tadc pomni#ribbonyarn#ragatha x gangle#possibly???#gangle x ragatha#could also be platonic!!#tadc fanart#digitalart
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Eddie’s thumb hovers over the location dropdown in the weather app, just like every day. And just like all those other days he allows himself to click it. The list unfolds as he huffs a humorless chuckle at how much it’s grown.
When he got his first cell, the only place he ever needed was current location. Technically, it’s still the only one he needs. Regardless he’s continued adding to it through the years. Hershey, Virginia Beach, a couple random towns in the Carolinas, Georgia and Florida. Fucking Sundance, Wyoming. All because he gave up pretending he doesn’t need to know.
It’s sunny, mid-50s today. A nice break for the time of year. Eddie scrolls through the upcoming week, noting a heavy snowstorm hitting in a few days. His nose wrinkles and he begins to worry his bottom lip between his teeth. Another thing born out of pure habit.
Not for the first time he types out a few messages before deleting them again. Eddie doesn’t even know if he’s got the right number. It’s been nearly three years since they exchanged anything at all. Not since Eddie could have manned up and told Shannon he could be a father, but not a husband. Not her husband, anyway.
He could have just been honest and said what he wanted when she finally decided to show up in her second trimester. He and Evan could have continued building a life together. But Eddie’s never claimed to be smart. Especially when it comes to all the bullshit his own dad drilled into his head about responsibility and honor and god knows what the fuck else. In the end it was too sticky to let go, trapping him like a spider web.
He can’t even say it was worth it because she loves him and they’re making it work for the sake of Christopher. Because why would that have happened? Instead all he got was a tour in Afghanistan, divorce papers (not that he’s surprised or blames her at all) and coming back to an empty house. Well, not totally empty. He’s got a son he’s still getting to know outside of a screen and shitty internet connection. A son he could have been raising with the love of his life this whole time.
Hope your coat’s warm enough, cowboy he types.
“Daddy!” Chris babbles from the floor, using Eddie’s pant leg to pull himself to standing. His toothy smile is on full display while he looks up at Eddie like he hung the goddamn moon and stars.
“Hey there little man.” Eddie tosses his phone to the side in favor of picking up his son and arranging him on his lap. Chris snatches up the yellow car from the next couch cushion, choosing to run it in a small loop over Eddie’s forearm, shoulder and chest. “Where are you off to today? Big race?”
Chris shakes his head vigorously. “Outer space,” he says as though that should have been obvious.
Eddie chuckles to himself. “Of course. How long until liftoff?”
There’s no answer as plastic wheels continue zooming along until Chris decides he’d rather be on the floor again. Eddie loosely assists as his son climbs back down. Some days are more difficult than others, but he tries to follow the physical therapist’s advice to let Chris do as much as he can by himself. She says it won’t do either of them any good in the long run. Eddie can certainly see the wisdom in that even if he’s constantly itching to roll Chris in layers of bubble wrap.
He blindly grabs for his phone, buzzing from the coffee table. “Hello?”
At first there’s complete silence and he winces thinking it’s yet another telemarketer. Before he can check he hears rustling, like someone’s covering the mouthpiece.
“Hello?” He asks again, more insistent this time.
“Uh, sorry. Didn’t think you’d actually pick up.”
Eddie thinks he might drop the phone. Or throw up. Maybe both? Probably both.
“Evan?”
tagged by the lovely and talented @monsterrae1 @spotsandsocks for Inspiration Saturday (go check their posts, I’m very excited) Instead of working on anything current, I wrote this instead. Not sure I have any actual plans to expand it, I just had to get it out of my system, y’know? So, bon appetit or whatever 💖
no pressure tagging (lmk if you want added or removed) @stereopticons @this-is-bwr @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela @tizniz @theotherbuckley @elvensorceress @apothecarose @barbiediaz @buckaroosheart @buddierights @chaosandwolves @daffi-990 @diazsdimples @eowon @fortheloveofbuddie @gayedmundodiaz @giddyupbuck @heartshapedvows @honestlydarkprincess @hoodie-buck @indestructibleheart @jesuisici33 @ladydorian05 @lemonzestywrites @loserdiaz @spaceprincessem @statueinthestone @steadfastsaturnsrings @the-likesofus @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @thewolvesof1998 @vanillahigh00 @watchyourbuck @weewootruck @wildlife4life @your-catfish-friend @epicbuddieficrecs
#evan buckley#eddie diaz#christopher diaz#alternate timeline#eddie is a great dad#hippo writes#buddie wip#maybe????#buddie ficlet#possibly???#idk#inspiration saturday#fic: you can plan for a change in the weather and time#divorced eddie diaz
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Dialogue prompts for when Whumpee is sitting on death's front lawn with a mimosa and Caretaker is not having it
Caretaker:
"Easy, buddy, easy. You're alright, I got you."
"Hey-- hey, stay awake!"
"Keep breathing, you're doing great."
"I can't find a pulse!"
"Will you stop trying to die on us for five seconds?"
"Quiet. Save your strength."
"Talk to me. Tell me about something you like."
"Don't say that. You're gonna be fine."
"No, don't go to sleep. Hey! Eyes open!"
"Sorry for hurting you, but you need to be awake."
"Come on, breathe!"
"I swear to God if you die, I'm dragging you back so I can kick your ass."
"Please don’t leave me."
"Shut up, you're not dying today. Not on my watch."
"There we go. Deep breaths, just like that."
"I know this hurts, just bear with it, ok?"
"Shhh, shhh. I know. I know."
"I'm right here, it's ok. You're ok, now."
"Don't you dare die on me."
Feel free to add more!
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Trace: Who are you? What happened to Tim that you now live in his body.
Joker Jr.: Poor little medic, does Batsy not tell you everything?
Trace: No... He's always tended to leave out the most important parts.
#batman oc#trace drake#trace drake-wayne#tim drake#tim drake-wayne#batfam incorrect quotes#batman#joker junior#joker jr#thrush#tim drake robin#basically: how would thrush react to joker jr#they know thats hes not tim#and thats scary for them#did#possibly???
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DROP THE VAMPIRE TGG AU LORE 🙏🙏
In this au, Nick and Tom went to Yale together and were in the same frat. In school, Nick was hugely into Tom and excused a lot of his shitty behavior due to this. As an adult now, he doesn't really like Tom as a person, and really only is still friends with him because he doesnt like confrontation/doesnt know how to end the friendship in a way that Tom would actually accept. Tom doesnt know any of this and thinks of Nick as his weird little pet project to try and make him into more of a man. He also is vaguely aware of Nick being gay, but assumes that its just a passing fancy that everyone has (Tom your bisexual, that is not something normal to assume) and he just needs to hook Nick up with a gal and it'll go away.
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I keep imagining an unwilling prey who lives with a predator roommate that keeps trying (and succeeding) to eat him. So one day he gets the idea to coat himself in olive oil because you can't eat what you can't catch! Right...?
So the predator comes home pretty starved after a long day at work and he just sees the prey triumphantly standing there hands on hips like they just reinvented sliced bread, but... The predator isn't having any of this and he's also absolutely starving right now... So he tries to grab the prey but...the prey manages to slip right out! The prey gets a smug and cocky look on their face as they taunt the predator about "How they got away!" and "How weak the predator is because they can't even catch a stationary prey!" This of course was a massive mistake on the prey's part because there is one constant of life... Don't mess with predators. So the predator (Who is a little infuriated at the prey's words) opens their mouth to reveal its moist salivating and warm maw, and the predator towers his head above the prey and hastily swoops their head down and firmly clamps it around the prey. They of course start to struggle but the olive oil proves to be their downfall as they can't get a grip on the predator's moist warm soft lips to pull themselves out! The olive oil doesn't exactly pair greatly with the prey's flavour but the predator hardly cares as they lightly suckle and lick the prey's head and face, removing a small portion of the olive oil from their face which is smeared with an expression of embarrassment and disgust as they blush in shame. After a while of tasting the prey's delectable flavour and sucking the prey's succulent skin the predator finally tilts their head back and swallows the prey in only one gulp! The olive oil only aids the prey's descent as they slide down the predator's oesophagus and slip down into the predator's stomach, the olive oil causing them to swirl and slide around for a little while before the prey tries to get comfortable but slips and face plants into the predators churning warm soft stomach wall as the muscles lightly and gently massage them. The predator lets out a satisfied sigh and a soft moan of pleasure as they say mockingly...
"Couldn't catch a stationary prey huh?"
#safe vore#open ended vore#possibly???#unwilling prey#extreme cuddling#ambiguous prey#ambiguous pred#soft vore#vore thoughts#Tbh i would totally do this tho
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FOR MY DANBURRY SIBLING FANS OUT THERE (WHICH I KNOW Y’ALL ARE IN THE ROOM Y’ALL JUST DON’T SPEAK UP) HEAR ME OUT CAUSE I’VE BEEN THINKING-
imagine ginny and chet danburry but make their dynamic sinjin drowning coded.
don’t ask which one is weston and which one is kalynn cause they switch spots <3
also thank the stars for the person that was able to post the deleted laserdisc scenes🙏🙏
#dead poets society#dead poets headcanons#dps fandom#chet danburry#ginny danburry#dps modern au#possibly???#dead poets fandom#sinjindrowning#dps hcs
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any michael in tartarus plot will be for ME personally, girl who has been quite unexplainably convinced he got swept into hell since 2013 and has been waiting for that to pop up
#yeah hes a minor really minor character who died in the book he was introduced......well 10 year old theorizes what 10 year old wants to...#michael yew#tsats spoilers#possibly???#rrverse
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You Drew Stars Around My Scars
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Eddie was bleeding. Eddie was bleeding a lot. Streams of crimson oozed and puddled around his nearly lifeless body as Dustin cradled his head. For a second, all Steve could do was watch Eddie gasp for air and breathily tell Dustin he's sorry. He didn't know he was crying until the ringing in his ears dissipated upon hearing a muted cry of “Help him”, and with wobbly legs he brought Eddie out of the upside down. Robin and Nancy were already waiting in the backseat of the car when Steve threw the door open, shoving a dying Eddie into the arms of Nancy on the driver's side and an injured Dustin into the arms of Robin on the passenger side. Eddie was situated with his legs propped up on both Robin and Dustin's thighs and his head was gently placed on Nancy's lap. Steve hadn't waited another second to climb into the driver's seat and step on the gas.
He was probably going well above the speed limit and was almost positive that the seatbelt was jammed into the door, but he could hear Dustin sobbing and desperately pleading to Nancy to save Eddie. If Steve were a little braver, he would have offered some words of encouragement, but he didn't really trust his voice to not tremble. He didn't stop to see the dying trees looming over them and didn't notice the clock standing to the side of the road, but he heard it. He could hear the tell-tale ticking of the old grandfather clock, but all he did was press onto the gas a little harder. What that meant for Max, he didn't know. All that he could do was hope that she, Lucas, and Erica were safe.
“Hey, Robs, do you have our mixtape on hand?” Robin had kind of sputtered for a second before gesturing wildly at a very pale looking Dustin, and an even paler looking Eddie, who had seemed to have stopped bleeding at some point. Steve didn't know if that meant Nancy was able to stop the blood from spilling out of him, or if that meant Eddie had no more blood left to offer. He desperately hoped it was the former.
“Dingus, r-right now isn’t really the fucking time t-to listen to music!”
Upon looking at the rearview mirror, Steve had thought he saw his father glare at him, but he blinked and the vision was gone.
“Yeah, I know but-”
“Eddie’s dying, a-and Dustin's leg is probably broken-”
He didn't know why Robin's voice started to sound more and more like his mothers, but it made his stomach turn and he needed to shut her up fast before he did something stupid, like crash the car.
“Robs, please, I need-”
“And- and we haven't heard from the rest of the party!, and they could be dead too and-”
“Robin, please for the love of god, will you listen to me!?”
“A-and the cops are still probably looking f-for Eddie, so we don't even know if we can sa-”
“ROBIN, I CAN SEE A FUCKING CLOCK IN THE ROAD!”
His grip tightened on the steering wheel.Steve was pretty sure that he had left a dent on the leather of the wheel, but he wasn't quite certain. A tense silence fell upon them, the only sounds heard being the humming of the engine and the ever growing ticks of the clock echoing in the hollows of Steve's ears and mind.
“I-I can see the stupid fucking clock in the road, and I’m not really looking to crash right now so please! Just get out the mixtape Robin and HELP me!”
Steve hadn't needed to turn around to know that Robin, Dustin, and Nancy were crying. He heard it well enough from the front seat.
With shaky hands, Robin had handed him the mix tape she and Steve made together around their first week at Family Video. Steve couldn't remember everything that was put on it, but he knew that a mixture of Bowey, ABBA, Tears for Fears, and Blondie were all muddled together somewhere within the mixtape. He was almost able to smile at the memory of Robin loudly complaining about putting “Girls Just Want To Have Fun” on the mixtape. She couldn't stand the voice of Cyndi Lauper.
Almost.
With a shuddering breath, Steve inserted the mixtape into the cassette slot. The opening notes of “King of Nothing” drowned out the deafening chimes of the old grandfather clock. He could still see the dreadful thing sitting at the side of the road, and he swore he saw a younger version of Tommy H. sitting in the seat next to him, but his anxiety slowly dissipated as the cassette tape continued to blast the opening words of the song Steve so dearly loved and loathed on the car stereo.
‘When I was 17, I
Dreamed of being king and-’
“…Steve….?”
“…”
“Come on, talk to us, Steve! Please don't leave us, I'm begging you. ”
‘Dreams did not unfold so
I'm still the king of nothing’
“...I'm still here…”
Robin had let out an audible breath of relief before hiccuping and reaching across Dustin to grab onto Steve's shoulder. Steve found himself leaning into the grounding touch for a moment before being startled out of his daze by a speed bump. “Oh thank fuck, I-I thought you were… Goddamnit Steve, you can’t do that to me!… I thought… Holy shit, I thought you were gone…” Her voice had tapered out, and Steve had to hold himself back from letting out an audible sob. It had been a wonder that he was still able to keep the car in the right lane throughout all of this shit. Dustin and Nancy didn't say anything, but he could hear the relieved sigh Nancy let out, and the pained cry of relief Dustin had tried to stunt. It was unlike Dustin to be so… quiet. He should have been loudly berating Steve for scaring him like that, so why hadn't he?
‘But that was slumbers fault for
I have no love at all and
I’m still the king of nothing’
“You can’t get rid of me that easily, Buckley.”
‘If I could rule I'd dance my cares away
Find romance every day
I wouldn't have to listen to this poor fool say
I'm the king
I'm the king
I'm the king of nothing’
‘If I could rule I'd dance my cares away
Find romance every day
I wouldn't have to listen to this poor fool say
I'm the king
I'm the king
I'm the king of nothing’
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(Preview to next chapter)
They made it to the hospital. Steve was pretty sure he broke every traffic law to ever exist, but they fucking made it. He didn’t think twice before shutting off the car and pulling Eddie out of Nancy's hands. Distantly, he was aware of the ticking growing louder and louder in the back of his ears, but he chose not to acknowledge it. He was walking away with Eddie held in his arms before the others could drag him back into the car. He could hear Dustin and Robin screaming at him, but all he could do was hold Eddie a little tighter and keep pushing his legs to work just a little bit longer.
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I will definitely write more of this! This is my first post on here and I actually had two of my friends proof read this do I hope its ok. If yall love this as much as I do I will definitely keep posting it on here! If not ill probs just upload to my Ao3 later :)
Have an amazing day/night! Pls leave suggestions and criticism :)
#steddie#steddie au#steve harrington#steve x eddie#eddie munson#canon compliant#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#dustin henderson#steddie fic#slow burn#parental issues#vecna stranger things#stranger things#steve my beloved#eddie my beloved#everyone lives au#everyone lives/nobody dies#kas eddie munson#possibly???#idk idk#theyre all queer
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YOU GUYS WON’T BELIEVE WHAT I’VE DISCOVERED
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this last one has some really good stuttering/glitching that starts at about 4:30
#Dapper’s animation has given me brain worms#video#music#⁂ gaster#possibly???#YEAH SO ITS THE SAME TTS ENGINE THAT MOONBASE ALPHA USES APPARENTLY???#which. is hilariously fitting#unfortunately the last song there is also the most painful
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This energy drink is messing with my mild ADHD.
(I took an ADHD quiz once and it said mild so now I call it that ironically especially in moments like this)
#energy drink worked One (TM) time#now i keep thinking it'll work every time#it DOES NOT#irl#neurodivergent#adhd#possibly???#star screams in the black hole
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Alien invasion but the earth is to aliens what the Fyre festival was to rich influencers
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i feel i may need to put my scrunkles on a plot-relevant seafaring journey, but it feels particularly cruel because of Lyall's kinda intense fear of water 😬
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