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omgpoindexter · 9 months

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sometimes in 2018 you’d make an omgcp post and it would get 3k+ notes easy. idk. patiently waiting on the surge of new friends post-tv show

#i don’t miss it really because it’s soo nice to recognise everyone and know everyone a bit better in the smaller fandom #but alsooo i kinda miss the heyday of like #so much art #so much fic #etcetera #it was crazy #shutupmia.txt

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theladycarpathia · 2 years

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“They’ll be okay,” Eddie says, eyeing the spiked bat nervously as though Billy might take it to his kneecaps. He’s definitely considered it and he knows that Henderson has been tattling about the plate incident.

“‘I wasn’t worried,” Billy grunts, even though it’s a lie. Every part of him tensed up the second Max and Steve left his sight.

“Sure,” Eddie says slowly, tapping his fingers against his knees. There’s some sort of permanently jittery air about him, some manic energy that makes it impossible to sit still. Billy sighs and tips his head back against the glass, thinking that maybe he can catch a quick cat nap while they wait. No one’s really had any sleep since Vecna’s first attack and they’re all running on caffeine and the memory of sleep.

Billy feels as though he hasn’t slept in a year. Does being dead count as sleep?

“Hey,” Eddie whispers and nudges Billy’s elbow with his own, forcing Billy to open his eyes. “Uhhh. Given that we’re about to head into hell itself and willingly put ourselves up as bait to a swarm of demonic bats controlled by an all seeing villain, I think that maybe we should air some shit out.”

Billy twists his head to get a good look at Munson’s tense face. Ah, fuck.

“I get the feeling that you don’t like me and that might be a problem if you have to watch my back during all this,” Eddie babbles on, keeping an eye on Lucas and Chrissy who are talking quietly to each other near the front of the RV, Henderson pacing up and down. Chrissy is curled up in a chair, still wearing her Hawkins Tigers sweatshirt, anxiously ripping the label off a water bottle. Max had been adamant about baiting Vecna, arguing that her music and Lucas would all be enough to keep her alive. The decision weighs heavily on Chrissy - also hunted, also haunted - but her part is no less risky. She’ll have to actually step into the Upside Down to act as a distraction. There’s still a chance Vecna could get her there but she also won’t be talked out of it.

“It’s fine,” Billy says, turning his head back and leaning it against the window. His head is thumping and everything still feels like too much after the Upside down. Everything is too bright and too raw. Sunlight feels too hot on his skin, water is like glass down his throat. He wonders sometimes if he forgot how to be human. But he knows that’s bullshit. He forgot how to do that long before the Mind Flayer. “We don’t have a problem.”

“I kind of get the feeling that you do,” Eddie says, looking like he really regrets this conversation. They never spoke during their brief shared time at Hawkins High to Billy’s knowledge. There’s probably a good reason for it. “Which is fine, I get it. I would too if…it doesn’t matter. I’m just saying that we’re about to go into some mega shit and you and I have a similar interest in this mission going well.” His eyes flick to Chrissy. Ah. By ‘similar interests’ he means keeping both redheads alive and away from Vecna.

“Look, even if I did have a problem, I wouldn’t let it get in the way of watching your back,” Billy says sharply. “Because the minute I do, the bats go back to Vecna and attack Wheeler’s group before they have a chance to take him out. Which kind of puts my sister in a less-than-alive position, okay?”

“Good,” Eddie says hesitantly. “Just checking.” He slumps back in his seat and begins to pick black nail polish off his fingernails.

Ugh. This is why Billy doesn’t do this kind of crap.

“I didn’t…totally like you in the Upside Down. If that’s what you were picking up on.” Eddie’s head jerks up, like a puppy presented with a bone.

“Is this down to the whole not exactly jumping in feet first to save Harrington kind of thing?” And Billy tightens his grip around Steve’s nailed bat.

“I’m not wild about it,” he says through gritted teeth. Then again, he’s not wild about Wheeler diving in head first either or her suddenly forgetting her long term boyfriend. But hey, that’s actually kind of a habit for her, right?

“Yeah, so having guts isn’t exactly my strong point,” Eddie says sheepishly. “I didn’t really expect this whole end of the world thing to have the clause of a ragtag group of losers being the only thing between Hawkins and total destruction, you know? There should be guns and tanks and big government agencies coming in for this thing. Not a bunch of kids in a RV.”

Billy’s grip loosens ever so slightly.

“Yeah, well,” he says gruffly. “I’m not what you’d call a hero either.”

“No?”

“Well, last time I was a possessed vessel for Vecna’s mind controlled, bleach chugging, murdering army so….” Billy shrugs and enjoys the look on Eddie’s face. He chuckles and tips his head back. “I’m guessing they missed that bit out.”

“Yeah, a bit,” Eddie says, letting out a long, slow breath. “I mean, I just used to think you died in the fire at Starcourt, you know? Like Heather and David and everyone else. There was an assembly about it. But I’m guessing…”

“None of them ever actually died at Starcourt,” Billy says, tapping the end of the bat on the floor. He needs something else to focus on, other than Eddie’s open face. He doesn’t want to talk about last year, not to Max, not to anyone. But Eddie wasn’t there. Somehow that feels easier. “They were all used as part of the monster’s body. They were just dissolved, all of them. Everyone but me.”

“But you still died,” Eddie says gingerly. Billy sucks in a breath, unable to stop it all flooding back to him. It comes in waves: the light over Starcourt, the stench of acid and blood, hearing the jagged rasp of his own breath. Eleven, bruised but alive. Max begging for him to get up. Only having enough strength to say two words to her.

“Yeah,” Billy says quietly.

“I’ve got debts to pay back,” he admits. “To Steve, to Lucas. Max, especially. And Eleven, if I ever see her again. And I’ve got my own issues with that fucker in my head, you know? For a week, I was under his control. I didn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. My body wasn’t my own. Dying was almost easier.” Something in Eddie’s face shifts, his jaw moving as he searches for the right words.

“I don’t want anyone to die this time,” and Billy doesn’t even have to look to know that he means Chrissy. It’s too easy to catch the way his eyes always drift to Chrissy, finding her as easily as the north star.

Billy knows that feeling all too well. His star just vanished, bloodied and bandaged, into the Warzone.

“Me either,” Billy says. He has enough red in his ledger. It’s time to make some of it clean again. He can’t do much about Wheeler’s group - he doesn’t like it but they’re the three most capable of surviving. He half wishes he could go with Max, unhappy with leaving her with only Lucas and Erica to look out for her. But they’re in Hawkins for real, and least likely to need physical protection. He only has control over looking out for Munson, Henderson and Chrissy. And yeah, Henderson is annoying as shit and Munson’s not much better but he’s not going to let anyone die. Not again.

He sees Heather’s face in his dreams. Of all the deaths he has on his conscience, her’s is the worst. The first he took down with him.

“It’s a bat shit crazy plan,” Eddie mutters, burying his face in his hands. “Absolutely insane.”

“Pretty standard for this group,” Billy says easily. Clearly rising from the dead in an alternate dimension makes him better equipped to deal with this than Munson. “But maybe it’s crazy enough to work?”

They share a look. They might still come out on top. But half their party is missing and apparently out of contact and their plan involves Max being used as bait, sending Steve and the others into the Creel house and Billy watching out for a cheerleader and two Hellfire dorks as they distract a bunch of ravenous demon bats.

Yeah. This should work great.

“Look,” Eddie says again, looking as though he found some more nerve from their sudden camaraderie. “If you think there’s anything between me and Steve, you’re wrong…” Billy’s whole body jerks and he whips his head to the front. But Lucas and the others haven’t heard, Henderson loudly complaining about the time.

“Shut the fuck up,” Billy says in a low voice, settling his eyes on Eddie. His breath catches in his throat, even though he knows that Neil is long gone, that his death has given him an unexpected clean slate. But old habits die hard and Billy can still feel the ghost of knuckles colliding with his cheek. “You don’t know what you’re talking about so don’t fucking bring it up again, okay?”

Eddie pales, eyes drawn back to the bat in Billy’s hands.

“I won’t,” he says hurriedly. “I wouldn’t say anything, I swear. I just…thought you should know.” Mollified, Billy leans back in his seat.

“Yeah,” he says, shortly. “Thanks.”

Munson knows. He knows. And Billy suspects that the band chick, Robin, isn’t far behind. And Max…

Max is better at keeping secrets these days. But Billy’s secret is no longer just his and it’s sliding like sand from between his fingers. He’s being too obvious - unable to keep his eyes from Steve’s bare chest, his fingers too slow to slip away from Steve’s after pulling him up, wiping blood from the cut on Steve’s face. Hell, it was Steve’s presence in the Upside down that woke him after all.

Steve can’t know. Billy will do everything he can to keep Steve safe, and the rest of the party alive and that’s all. He can never know.

“Hey,” Billy says, suddenly feeling like a dick. Which he is but he’s trying not to be. “Sorry, man, I don’t mean to…”

But before he can finish, the door swings open and the rest of the group pile in, clutching brown paper bags and wearing identical panicked expressions.

“We gotta go,” Steve says, dumping his bag down into Dustin’s arms and flinging a black jacket at Eddie. He catches Billy's eye ever so briefly before he’s hauling himself into the front seat and Max is slamming the door shut.

“Your old friends are here,” Erica says pointedly and Chrissy goes white.

“Jason too?” she asks. Steve shouts at them all to sit down and Billy tries not to feel sick as Wheeler takes the passenger seat next to him. He knows that he can’t be up front - if Jason and his ilk are already spouting shit about satanic cults, then the reappearance of a definitely dead former classmate would send them into a frenzy. They’ll think Eddie’s a necromancer, on top of hypnotizing Chrissy into joining them.

But she takes her place like it’s always going to be her’s.

“Jason too,” Erica says as the RV takes off in a lurch and they’re hurtling out of the parking lot and away from Warzone. Billy lifts the curtain just in time to get a glimpse of those very familiar green, white and orange jackets bundle out of the front door. Billy gets a look at Jason’s furious face before they’re gone and speeding back towards Hawkins.

“That was close,” Max sighs, even though the worst part of the mission is still to come.

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees and finally looks at the material in his arms. “Hey, Hargrove, I think this one is for you.” He offers Billy a denim jacket, the material soft under Billy’s fingers. It looks like the one he’d worn Junior year, the cuffs already rolled up, a red bandanna shoved into one of the pockets. Something swoops unpleasantly in Billy’s stomach.

“Nice of Harrington,” Eddie comments and Billy rubs a finger across the collar.

“Yeah,” he mumbles and shrugs it on over his bloodied white tee. It fits perfectly and he pretends not to see Steve’s eyes in the rear-view mirror.

#harringrove #edissy lives au #edissy #hellcheer #billy lives au #luna's season 4 au #how long before I crack and write the whole thing #place your bets #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things au #I think billy would be jealous at first #and eddie would be wary #but they can work it out #Billy has a lot of work before he's the Billy in my post season 4 fic #But he can get there #man I have my harringrove murder camp fic too #and now edissy week??!#so much fic

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cajunandfire · 2 years

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Can't wait for May 20th! Not only is it the day before my birthday and the first day of my stay-cation (a whole week off work), but the Hurt/Comfort exchange fics will be released that evening and we'll have so much to read!!! It'll be Christmas in May 😌

#so much FIC #Working on my last treat now #eee #spicy spiel

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allskywalkerswhine · 7 months

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in fics where luke gets plopped into the prequels i want every jedi within ten metres of him to think hes the weirdest jedi theyve ever seen. he has negative lightsaber form. he doesnt know what a kata is. he handstands when he meditates. his solution to sith is to try and have a chat. hes a political radical who keeps suggesting revolution. you ask him what the jedi code is and he says "kindness and compassion and helping those in need :) ". you ask how he used the force like that and he says some shit about how you are a luminous being limited only by your mind. the councils authority is just a suggestion. he is somehow the new favourite of both qui gon and yoda

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iamanartichoke · 9 months

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I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -

I am fine with "the audience" -

downloading my fics

printing my fics

copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics

sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3

making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss

doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc

I am not fine with "the audience"

doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity

feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever

Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.

Enjoy the fandom things.

#fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #fandom things #tumblr things #i may have said this at some point #i'm sure i have #but whatever - just in case #i don't say this with the presumption that i'm so amazing and people are clamoring to save my fics #but just if anyone is so inclined that's all #ftr i don't intend on ever removing my fics from ao3 or deleting fandom things from this blog #i've always shared my fandom things with the intent of keeping them shared bc that's the whole point of posting #but the fandom atmosphere and ao3 constantly being under attack who knows what can happen #not that this applies to anyone but should all else fail you can also reach out to me and i will personally give you a copy #at least of fics bc i save everything #not so much the tumblr things but this is a good reminder to myself that i should do that for the things i care about #that i've made or done and only posted here #anyway sorry i have now used up my quota of the putting words into sentences doing for today #i have plans to stare into the void now

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booksandpaperss · 1 year

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you know when you read one of the most well written well characterized fics of a character and you’re like “FUCK YES THIS AUTHOR UNDERSTANDS” and then in the notes or in a comment reply they’re like “I hope this wasn’t too ooc I can’t tell 😭” or “I’m glad this wasn’t super ooc I was rlly nervous!” like girl this may as well have been a transcript directly from that character’s head what are you TALKING about

also this isn’t author hate obv I luv you guys I just think it’s funny how this happens a lot. fic writers youre amazing <33

#this is inspired by ao3 user miketozier smallcuts. if you’re seeing this I love your fic so much <3 #anyways #ao3 #ao3 stuff #ao3fic #elli’s random thoughts

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huanghying · 9 months

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That one time I got so obsessed with @hazel-athena ‘s Facade that I blacked out for 2 weeks and woke up to a mountain of sketches

#hui art #hui op art #one piece #opfanart #one piece franky #roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #sanji #one piece sanji #zosan #like i don’t think i’ve ever drawn so much fic fanart before #i was in the chokehold of a lifetime

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glorious-spoon · 6 months

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i know we all laugh (mostly fondly) about the paper-thin plots in porn that only exist to make the sex happen, but i was reading some old stargate fic over the weekend, and i really think we're sleeping on the paper-thin hurt/comfort plot that only exists to force the characters to FEEL THINGS.

like, is this scenario realistic? no. does it make any rational sense? no. does it provide a built-in excuse for a character to collapse, bloody and disoriented, into the arms of his beloved/friend/partner? obviously, that's the whole point of this exercise.

i love it. it's my favorite thing in the world.

#writing #hurt/comfort #much like smut it operates on the assumption that we all know what we're here for #obviously you CAN write a fully coherent plot with hurt/comfort elements just like you can write one with smutty elements #and those are lovely too #but there's something so charming about fics that are like #'look we all know what you came here for. i don't have to explain myself.'

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ghouljams · 3 months

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The Ghost distribution system... He really is like a stray cat, or a bear that learns minivans have food in them, he just keeps coming back no matter how many times you try to send him on his way. It doesn't matter how it happens but any scrap of kindness and he just determines he's going to attach himself to you.

Maybe he offers you a hand moving your couch when he passes your place and hears you swearing. You offer him dinner and Ghost has never been the sort to turn down a free meal, so he sticks around. It's weird that he doesn't even pretend to refuse, just takes you up on it immediately and even offers to help cook. You send him home and he's... there again the next day, waiting on your doorstep with a box of pasta asking if you could do anything with it. He's going to come back, he's going to keep coming back.

Maybe it's from meeting you at a bar. He's the biggest guy you can grab when your ex walks in, and somehow he seems approachable despite... well, everything about him. Fake boyfriend for a few hours at the bar is one thing, having him show up the next day to fix your sink because you mentioned offhandedly that it was leaking the night before is another. Having him sit in your kitchen and peal an orange for you because you said you were hungry is really driving home that this guy isn't leaving.

Hell maybe it's just a one night stand that never seems to end. You wake up and Ghost has already made breakfast. The two of you sit at your little table and eat quietly, Ghost scrolling his phone while you eye him warily, trying to figure out his game. He asks what you want to do today and somehow you can't find the right way to ask when he's planning on going home. He just sort of moves in, you realize he's printed a key for himself while you're grabbing groceries. It's nice he offers to pay, but you don't know when having him around became your normal.

Ghost sees you, he wants you, you're his. He's not leaving, he'll come back. He knows that this house has food and warmth, he knows that families forget to tie their trash up off the ground. He's a man of instinct, and you are going to be his perfect match.

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bizarrelittlemew · 1 month

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i can't wait to be 30+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 40+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 50+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 60+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 70+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 80+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 90+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to look back on my life and know that i loved things deeply and passionately and was inspired to create and was part of communities with incredible people from all over the world brought together by the stories that touched us

#and still be mad at shithead executives for unfairly cancelling my pirate show #also imagine what my ao3 word count will be like. gonna be writing my little fics in the nursing home #sometimes when i get frustrated over my writing i have to remember that i've only been doing it for a little over a year #and not in my native language #there is still so much time and so much to learn and try and discover and explore and i am EXCITED #there is something so ancient and beautiful about humans being brought together by stories #storytelling is what humans have always done and will always do and what will always connect us #to our past to the future to each other #sorry for the 1 am ramblings #fandom #🐭📓

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improvapocalyps · 15 days

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You have 90 minutes to complete. (original poem: r.a.)

In participation of the MCYT Recursive Exchange 2024 hosted by @mcytrecursive!

Inspired by know that all my love will be your breath (i will save you when your lights go out)

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1. Have you ever been in love? (Please circle your answer.) a. It's me and him b. Our hearts beat in sync c. Our lives intertwined

2. Do you understand what you’ve done? (Please circle your answer.) a. I couldn't do anything b. I lost my balance c. I doomed us both

3. It's been god knows how long since you felt phantom hands on your neck and there is no one in sight. If you were soul-bound to him and both of you died at the same time then why are you still waiting in the void? Please answer clearly, in full sentences. (Not a correct answer：I just wanted to see him one more time).

4. Define two (2)： Fate | The feeling of his forehead against yours Curse | The moment you realise he isn't linked to you anymore

5. True or False： i. It was your fault. ii. You wish you had met him under different circumstances. iii. You can’t regret a single moment that you had him. iv. You would do it all over again if you could. v. It ended long before either of you said anything.

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