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c-is-for-circinate · 2 years

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But anyway, Stranger Things Steve and Robin story where things are Pretty Bad in Hawkins for a while after season 4, to the tune of regular monster incursions and more bumps and bruises and stitches and possible concussions than generally standard

and maybe six months in, after graduation, as Hawkins has come up with more and more unlikely stories to try and pretend that they're not sitting athwart a rising apocalypse, after Robin has deferred college for a year, if they all even live that long, because she loves Steve with every last corner of her heart and she won't, can't leave him here

and it's been another bumpy week in a string of bumpy weeks, and Steve doesn't have another concussion, thank god, but Mike needed seventeen stitches and Nancy has a new burn scar curling up over her left shoulder--

Robin goes to find Steve somewhere in the middle of the third load of laundry in the house where his parents haven't set foot since the "earthquakes" happened. Where she has her own permanent guest room, but just crawls in with Steve most nights anyway, because she cannot handle going home to face her own parents and their questions and their 'constructive criticism' and their attempts to be helpful any more.

And she just immediately starts pacing, back and forth across the basement while Steve tries to fold yet another fitted sheet that she could definitely be helping him with, and she says,

"So look, I have been having this really crazy idea, and I need you to tell me that it's a crazy idea, and I should just forget it, except that every time I try to think down that path I keep thinking of reasons that it's not a crazy idea, and it's actually a really good idea with very minimal drawbacks, at least in the near or foreseeable future, and if it ever does start to have drawbacks we can just undo it, because Indiana's had a no-fault divorce law since 1973, and all we'd have to do would be filing some paperwork, and you're just looking at me like I'm babbling again."

"Just like it, huh?" Steve asks, eyebrows raised with a little bit of 'really?' and all the affection of his heart, and when she stops, giving him that slightly-desperate look, he adds, "So, who's getting a divorce?"

"Us," Robin says, planting her feet and looking straight at him. "Eventually. Hopefully. Someday."

"Ooookay, kinda worried you're already planning my eventual divorce when I haven't had sex since Vecna showed up," Steve says, still not really sure where this is going but willing to follow the train at least a little farther, and Robin just shakes her head, eyes wide and focused.

"No," she says. "I mean you and me. I think we should get married."

Yeah, that makes about as much sense as anybody's crazy plans these days. Steve misses the days when he would have been too confused to keep up. He's still confused, he just so rarely expects to be anything else any more that it doesn't really make that much of a difference.

"Robin," he says, a whole sentence in one word, and then she's pacing again.

"Look," she says, wringing her hands the way she does when she's actually pretty upset about something. "Look, I know it's a stupid, crazy, stupid idea, and this isn't me coming on to you, you know this isn't me coming on to you, this is actually a really hard and scary thing for me to think about asking, but it's still like fifty times less hard and scary than what we do every week just living in this town and knowing what we know, because one of the things we know about living in this town is how dangerous it is, how many bad things could happen at any time, and-- and-- and--"

"Robin," Steve says again, and puts down the sheet in a heap to get in her path. He doesn't usually cut her off, but when she gets so worked up she runs out of words, that's when it's time to help Robin get back out of her own way. She lowers her hands into his and Steve squeezes them. "Hey. What's going on?"

"I'm scared," Robin says.

"Yeah, me too," Steve agrees, easily, because the sky outside is a hazy sort of blue-green that goes red-purple at night when it's not black, and when rain falls it sometimes leaves streaks of slick grime on everything it touches, and there are bludgeoning weapons and loaded firearms tucked into corners all over this house. He's been scared more on than off since 1983, and he hasn't bothered pretending not know it since '85.

"I'm scared for you," she says. "And I'm scared for me. I'm scared that none of us knew what was up with Nancy at the hospital for two hours the other day, because her mom showed up for Mike and they told her everything and Karen Wheeler hates us."

"Nancy's fine," Steve promises; her left arm's gonna be bandaged for a while, but she can still steady a rifle, and sometimes he thinks that's two-thirds of all Nancy really cares about any more. It's probably close to half of what all any of them have time and space to care about these days, which is a pretty depressing thought. But that's not a forever state of events, right? "She just got a little banged up. She's okay."

"Steve, what happens if you get hurt?" Robin asks. "Like, really hurt? If you get sick, or concussed again, or you need surgery like Max or Eddie, and you're not conscious enough to make your own medical decisions?"

"I don't know, I guess they call my parents, don't get an answer, and then operate anyway," Steve says, blowing it off like he always does. "Robin, I'm fine."

She's shaking her head, though, no, "I've just, I've been thinking, and I've been reading, and you know how hospitals are, it's been happening all over where people get sick and their friends, partners, can't even get in to see them, and families they haven't even talked to in years get to make medical decisions, because they're not married."

And Steve's not exactly smart but he's not completely dumb. Robin leaves absolutely anything that might even suggest she's a lesbian at Steve's house so her parents won't find it at home, which means there's a whole pile of blurry xeroxed zines and pamphlets and gay newsletters on his once-unused bedroom desk, shoved under a Russian-English dictionary, three spiral notebooks, and a book by some guy called Jung-pronounced-Young. Steve isn't really sure where they come from, because they only make maybe one supply run to Indianapolis a week between the whole group of them and Robin doesn't even usually go, but the newsletters keep multiplying. He's glanced at them before. He's heard Robin talk. He knows what she's thinking about.

"That's not what's happening here," Steve says, promises. "You know that's not the same thing. Nobody's getting sick."

"No, just...torn up by demobats, or haunted, or possessed, or who knows what else," Robin says. "Steve, I don't want my parents to be the ones visiting me if I'm in the hospital. I don't want them to be the ones in charge of deciding what happens to me. I don't want to wake up from a coma one day to find out I've been transferred to some hospital in another state because they decided Hawkins was too dangerous and now I never get to see you again."

"So you want me to be the one doing that?" Steve asks, and Robin looks up at him, hands still tight in his, and she says,

"Yes," like it's obvious. Like it's everything.

For one brief, bright-aching moment, Steve lets himself regret. He's not in love with Robin. Not like that, never like that, but -- there was a minute, once, where it could've been, for him. And it never could have been, for her, he knows that, and that's fine, that's great, because Robin still loves him more than anybody else in his entire life has ever loved him. And it is everything, and it's never going to be like that, and probably nobody is ever going to love him like that even half as much as Robin loves him like this.

"Sure," Steve says.

"And -- and look, it's selfish, and it's stupid, and it's terrible and I hate myself for thinking it, but if you die out there, and half of us are basically living in your house, and I know your parents don't want this house but they can't sell it because it's Hawkins and the housing market sucks, and you don't technically own it but it's all tied up in your trust fund, and if we were married that would give us at least the length of a court case to figure out where else to go, and we'd be able to take care of Max, and--"

"Robin, yeah," Steve says. "I'll do it. Sure, let's get married."

"Wait, really?" Steve doesn't know why she sounds so startled when it was her insane idea, unless she really did want to be talked out of it, but if she'd actually wanted to be talked out of it she should've gone to Nancy. Steve's not the guy who talks Robin out of things. He's the guy who talks Robin into her own brilliant ideas and all the things she desperately wants and doesn't think she can have. "Like, really?"

"Yeah, sure, let's go tomorrow," Steve says. It's a Tuesday, the little gremlins'll all be in school and their shift at Family Video doesn't start until five. "Do we need to get, like, a license or something?"

It's not like Steve doesn't get that this is a weird thing to do, and not a thing that most people would do with their platonic lesbian best friends, but honestly...like, Robin hadn't wanted to say it, but Steve knows he's probably more likely to die in the next couple of years than most other people they know. Doesn't matter how much he plays it off, Steve's always going to be there sticking his body between whichever kid or girl or random civilian and the danger of the day. He's not always there, which is how Mike ends up with a gash up his arm that better not be getting infected with Upside Down rot while Karen Wheeler is too busy pretending that Hawkins is still a normal town, how Nancy gets caught in the blowback from a molotov cocktail thrown just a little too short. Sometimes it feels like Steve's blaming himself in the middle of the night for not being there a little more every year. But he tries.

And if it gets him killed, the least he can do is make sure his stupid trust fund goes to Robin instead of back to his fucking parents. He's not dumb enough to think him dying wouldn't wreck at least Robin, at least for a little while, but he has to figure a pile of cash would make it a little better. He doesn't think it would make things worse.

Besides, Steve lets him think for just a second, what if they do actually figure out how to stop Henry Creel and all his Upside Down bullshit? If they find a way out of Hawkins without leaving the kids behind to die, and move on with their lives? Would being super-platonically married to Robin actually be that bad? He could put her through college with that stupid fucking trust fund while she got whatever genius degree she wanted, maybe end up her slacker house husband and fold all the goddamn fitted sheets by himself while she's off at work. Adopt a couple of kids, maybe, if he could talk her into it. Road trip over the summer in that Winnebago.

Not like Robin could marry someone she's actually in love with. He'd make it clear to whatever girlfriend she gets in the future that he's just there as window dressing and live-in laundry service. Not like Steve's ever going to find a girl who loves him half as much as Robin does, who gets it when the nightmares jolt him awake at three in the morning, who'll believe a single thing he says about the waking nightmare that is Hawkins, Indiana.

Really, it just means that Robin can't leave him behind. Which isn't fair to her, maybe, but it's her idea. She'll be the one slapping divorce papers down in front of him if she ever gets tired of it.

"Um, yeah," Robin says, still a little surprised for some fucking reason, but starting to soften into that smile she sometimes gets when they're being sincere, every once in a while. "Yeah, we just need birth certificates and ID, and like ten dollars for the license fee, and we can go right down to the courthouse tomorrow. Be done in time for work."

"Honeymoon at Family Video?" Steve asks, and yeah, maybe it's not the wedding he once would've pictured for himself, but fuck that guy anyway. This is Robin.

"We'll put on Back To The Future and actually watch it this time," Robin says, and she's grinning now, and Steve is starting to grin too, thinking about the bright hazy beautiful parts of a godawful night, the worst best bathroom floor in Indiana, about marrying the who-the-fuck-cares-if-it's-not-actually-romantic love of his life.

"Throw in some popcorn and you've got yourself a deal, Buckley," he says, and Robin lunges forward into him, wrapping her arms around him. Steve's arms fold around her shoulders like she belongs there.

He's almost not even annoyed that they kick over the laundry basket and send the goddamn sheets spilling out over the floor in the process.

#c writes things #stranger things #so um apparently I'm doing THIS now #I feel like this is meant to be a 5 Times story #Five Times Someone Was Surprised To Discover That Steve And Robin Were Technically Legally Married #(at least one of the times the person surprised is Steve)#(look it's been ten years since it seemed relevant okay sometimes he forgets these things)#anyway we'll see if more Stranger Things fic ever appears again but #enjoy!

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serpulalacrymans · 1 month

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//SO! Was thinking a little bit about my muse portrayal. I think I've grown too comfortable playing Lawrence... Submissively. I think I write him far too soft. He doesn't bare his teeth enough, and while I like playing him gentle, I have to admit I have been slacking quite a bit in giving him that sharp edge he has. I've never been very good at balancing soft but cynical, but this is something I will be trying to correct from this point onward.

#//It just gets a little bit too “THINK HARD NOW” for me sometimes #//Knowing he would try to appeal to his friends or try to play nice to keep the attention he so desires #//Yet would also go out of his way to secure his comfort zones and stand his ground- THIS is what I've been lacking on.#//I haven't been giving him that eagerness to remain comfortable. I haven't made him selfish enough.#//We can look forward to some muse molding. Thanks for understanding !!#ooc #screamo-mun #//I often forget he's.. YOU KNOW. Unforgiving in his actions.#//He's just as much a freak as Ren or dare I say Strade is #//I need to implement this in less “silly but creepy as fuck” ways and more “harmful and threatening” ways.#//IDK. WRITING IT OUT HELPS ME GRASP IT. ENJOY ME SCREAMING INTO THE VOID !!

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fairyofshampgyu · 2 months

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Ngl i literally never proof read my fics when I post them and so I lowkey go into it blind if i ever re read them ages later…sometimes it’s so terrible 😭 but like other times I’m like actually shocked bc why am I making my own self giggle and blush over my OWN fics like I actually love reading my fics sometimes bc I disassociate w them and forget I wrote them and it’s literally just everything I like idk maybe I’m narcissistic

#i forget I started writing bc there wasn’t enough sub txt fics for me to enjoy #SUB GYU AMEN 🙏#I actually love my own fics sometimes icl 😭😭#LIKE NOT AS TOUGH AS YOU LOOK ?!!#THAT’D LITERALLY BE ONW OF LY FAVOURITE FICS IF WRITTEN BY SOMEONE ELSE 😭

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colecassiidy · 5 months

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Things to write abt later,,,

Relationship with Winter. Dealing with Exposure. Juxtaposition with Summer and Its Exposure.

His Mother, with some culling from the tags of previous posts.

Finish up explaining his first fucked up experience of stabbing a man in the face w a slaughtered beer bottle

#Ooc;; mun barks #//to be deleted;#But also idk going back to. Cole being surrounded by death.#Saw a video of a fuck ton of elk dead in a line bc they froze to death in the snow n im like #Yea thats the sorta shit he's just Seen as a kid on top of perpetual gang violence #Sometimes i see fics where theyre like omg cole's never seen snow n idk u ever just #Think abt how texas fckin shuts down bc they cant handle ice bc their infastructure isnt prepped for it #That said summer n heat stroke has its own set of shit to deal with-#Blah i still need to write abt how his memory's shit - but thats a simple short post. He has #A lot of head trauma-#Which also contributes to how he does not enjoy his face being held #It's not to the point of being a liable disability - but he will Forget Things #He doesnt know its the head trauma :skull:#Comorbodity w how he just sorta loiters n exists in the ever present so its just a Thing - not srs or bad but just a part of him

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ereborne · 5 months

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Song of the Day: December 22

"Until Olympius Returns" by The Mountain Goats

#song of the day #I enjoy this song for itself--classic Mountain Goats sharp and clever and fun for me to sing #but at the risk of sounding insufferable: this is the song of the day because I like how John Darnielle talks about it #there's an interview (he did it for Bandcamp but I read the quote on genius.com) and he says how the song has a lot of potential parallels #how it could make an excellent metaphor for any number of things--but when he was writing it he was only thinking of the literal story #he'd read a history of Olympius and his followers and then he turned that history into a song and then after people were putting Meanings o #and he doesn't ever say people are wrong for seeing all these parallels and meanings he didn't intentionally write in #what I like is that he says 'I think one of my strengths is that my faith in stories is so strong #that I don’t need to make them be more than what they are. I trust them to do that by themselves'#I like that so much #it's something I struggle with in my own stories sometimes. I get caught up in wanting the audience to know all my themes and shit #and I forget that while themes and narrative structure are a big part of making a good story it still has to be a good story first #I need to make sure it stands on its own first and let people find what they need in it after #and I need to not worry about having somehow done something wrong if what they find isn't what I meant to plant for them

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sasster · 1 year

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What Are the Odds?

[Bet you wanna read this in a Google Doc instead. I will provide.]

While it is always easier when the marks come to the Underground upon finding themselves on one of Mole’s lists and he did find it endlessly entertaining, you somehow, selfishly, wished that this specific group of trolls didn’t get that memo. Often, he cited these submissions to the inevitable as being cute. It was rare that he didn’t find who he was looking for, after all. But it was one thing to see their names, crimes against the empire and all, fall onto his list. It was another thing entirely to watch them file neatly in front of his desk, an attempt to appeal for their lives.

You aren’t surprised, they were cowards after all. Intelligent? Yes. But it did not hold a candle to their cowardice.

One by one the three of them come to stand before him, their new judge and jury. And one by one still their eyes fall on you, those eyes seem fit to start falling out of skulls when the realization hits.

Isn’t he dead?

This can’t be.

What?

One need not be able to read minds to see it, the surprise painted on their faces left little mystery as to what they were thinking. Three sets of eyes, two teal and one brown, fixed on what must most certainly be a ghost.

Your gaze lingers on the brown blood the longest, and for a moment it is so silent that one could hear a pin drop.

Mole clears his throat, and the two midbloods lock eyes with him instead. You, however, are still trapped in a terrible staring contest with the biggest coward in the bunch. Your mate adjusts himself so that he can better rest a hand at your back.

“You wanted my audience. Do not waste it.” Though there is the usual bit of humor he had with these cases in his voice, something a little more sinister lurked beneath. A trained ear could make out the disgust that started to pull its way to the surface.

More silence.

“Speak.” He demands, when they do not take the hint.

One of the teals speaks finally. Kaeski, so charismatic, always taking the lead when there is big trouble ahead. They had a way about schmoozing with authority to get out of a jam, sometimes swaying even the staunchest pro-empire fleet official onto their side. That was always the plan. Strike a deal, we can be an asset to you.

You hear the words before the sentence leaves their mouth.

“We can be an asset to you and your people.” Despite the scare your appearance must have given them, their voice is steady and filled with the confidence of a troll that has made a deal like this and hundreds of others before. “Resources. The unaligned resources that we have access to will see to it that your community continues to thrive.”

Mole sits back, using two fingers to rub your back rhythmically. He thinks that this appeal is cute, almost comical in its futility.

“We heard that you serve yourself before the empire.” They continue, offering Mole a deal he can’t refuse. That was their favorite line. Followed by their most charming of smiles. “How can you refuse a deal like that?”

And there it is, punctuated by two neat rows of teeth. Dazzling on the surface, lackluster in the glow of the fairy lights that illuminate the room.

“Is that all?” Comes your mate's curt response, he is less than impressed.

Kaeski is silent for a moment, searching their mind for a preloaded line to get them out of dodge. The other teal blood, Fidoni, finds himself lost in Owl's unrelenting stare. Tucked into Moles other side, it is easy to miss them at first comparatively. They watch the trio with vitriol much harsher than your shared mates' judgment.

That leaves you swimming in the wide eyed stare of the brown blood, Isease. She looks fit to take off in a sprint. If only Mole held these meetings closer to the surface.

But he is much smarter than that.

“Whatever you want. It’s yours.” Another stock phrase from their spokesperson.

“Rest assured, this is always true.” He smiles. “You will not like what I want, however.”

Kaeski opens their mouth to speak, but Isease beats them to the punch with a voice that rings out against the high ceilings of the burrow and bounces along it until it finds its home in your skull.

You wish it didn’t.

“Saixas! Please, tell him to give us a chance. Please, I’m so sorry! If I only knew you lived!” If I knew you would make it.

You squeeze your eyes tight to expel the sound of her voice from your head in the same instant that Mole tightens his arm around you protectively. Her voice, uttering your name, rattles around in your skull with reckless abandon.

“Saixas!”

When you reopen your eyes, you are no longer in the safety of Moles arms, or in the Underground at all.

Instead, you are perched in a tree, running lookout and communications on a mission gone awry. It’s been a difficult one, something you would call whatever the opposite of a success is called. Right, failure.

Maybe if they listened, or if you were a touch more convincing, you wouldn’t be stuck unarmed in a tree with bullets whizzing past you, obscured by the pouring rain that turned the makeshift battlefield into a confusing muddy mess.

“You good up there, Sai? We in the clear?” Came Kaeski’s voice over your ear piece. They sounded like this was just another weekend. How is it that they were always so calm at times like this? Perhaps that’s why they were the leader.

“Define in the clear. Is that another way for saying we’re fucked? We’re surely that.”

They laugh.

“How about this, anybody shot?”

The other two give their negative responses just as a bullet passes literally right by your head.

“Not yet anyway. They have no idea where the two of you got off to. They’re shooting aimlessly. And mostly up!” You work so hard to quell your nerves as you speak, emulating Kaeski’s level-headedness to the best of your ability. “Not exactly their best and brightest at this compound. I’m coming down.”

Isease gives a thumbs up from where she sat at the tree's base.

A second barely passes, you don’t even get the chance to move, before one of the wayward bullets finds its way into your left shoulder.

Ah, fuck.

Adrenaline happens to be a hell of a drug, and you begin your descent regardless. Lest the next one hits something a little more important.

“All good, Sai?” Isease’s voice is in your ear. She is more scared for herself than worried.

That could have been me.

But it wasn’t.

“In and out.” You manage through a grimace, more focused on climbing down the side of the wet tree.

“Fuck, tell me you didn’t get hit up there, Sai.” Kaeski again, you run the risk of a motivational speech if you validate their fear.

Instead, you grapple with the side of the tree, the three voices in your ear blending in with the rest of the background noise. There is a lot of emotion in the air, and it distracts from your new mission of get feet on the ground.

You’re halfway down when it happens again, a shell explodes directly into your right hand, forcing it to surrender its already feeble grasp on the wet bark. The impact with the unyielding earth, saturated from the rain, happens suddenly and so thoroughly knocks the wind out of you, you didn’t feel the third bullet enter your side.

Small blessings.

“Sai?” Tell them he was dead before he hit the ground. We’ll be sitting ducks.

Isease stands over you, her cover the tree that proved useless in its aid to you.

“Saixas, that was a rough fall. Are you okay?” Her words betray her intentions, and no words come to you in time. You watch helplessly as she pulls the earpiece off of you.

“He, uhm.” Look at those shallow breaths, he won’t make it anyway. “He’s gone guys.”

She mouths an empty ‘I’m sorry Saixas’ and carries on through the brush.

Squelch!

The sound of rubber squeaking against itself, tightly wound around a fist, brings you back to the present. The ruffling of feathers and, ironically, the smell of wet earth cements your place in it.

That must not have been a very long trip, but Mole is on his feet. Anger cascades off of him in waves as he regards the now cowering trio. At some point, Owl got your hand in between theirs, they rub it against their cheek sympathetically.

“Do not address him.” He did not raise his voice, but the rumbling growl that accompanied it commanded the attention of the entire room. “I was kind enough to hear your case, and this is your thanks?”

He is focused squarely on Isease. From where you are seated, it looks almost as though the floor has come alive around her. Disembodied hands sprouting from the writhing mass, reaching for and grasping all around her from foot to waist.

“Utter his name again, so that you may die with it on your tongue.”

#coko writes sometimes #hare things #some npcs we can all forget about after this #heyeyyyyyyy #i would appreciate.. .. NICENESS about this one #i took a minecraft picaxe to the obleisk of a writers block i had for this one #i'm mostly satisifed with how it turned out i think #kicks several rocks.....#enjoi...

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officialgleamstar · 2 months

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Need to shower but. The fanfiction

#mine #sometimes I forget that I just genuinely enjoy writing HFKDHSKDHDJ

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aotoreiki · 7 months

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4 years (approaching) without a faceclaim for Ice. I don't need one I have a small icon selection now that I've drawn myself but before that I didn't have any and I just Wrote Things without them. You can always rp without a faceclaim or icons. It's always morally correct

#icons are good i enjoy them a lot When I have them #but never can i relate to 'thinking about rping x but don't have a faceclaim' just do it. you don't need one. nobody in books has icons #use your got damn Writing!!! who give a shit #to this day i will sometimes forget to add an icon when i even mean to because of such things and it's like well clearly it didn't need it #ooc ✻ who opened the box

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salsflore · 8 months

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been almost 3 yrs and i am still struggling with the whole mikachi first meeting thing. bye

#for zl its something simple. i just saw cute fanart of it with another ship [ p sure it was someones 2 ocs ] and enjoyed the idea #i lost my black umbrella irl but tbf it doesnt really matter because i always fucking forget to bring it anyways. so sometimes i get caught #in the rain. so idk zl lends me his umbrella bc. fuck! heading in the same direction and is like hey loser . . let me help you . .#cue immediate heart eyes bc handsome stranger helped her. like Wow Yuo Are So Cool... ♡#afterwards she mentions this interaction to her friend [ yun jin or hu tao .. unsure but they are both so silly so its hard 2 decide ] and #then they are like wait i know that grandpa you're talking about! let me set you up lalala theres this whole thing i'm lazy #i'll write about it Maybe bc i do want to write for my platonic f/os. and also cover all the [ firsts ] in my self ships #its just: i don't like feeling obligated to stick to things (like a series or theme or whatever) so maybe not. would be nice though..#nobody in this world is allowed to laugh at me i'll die #as for childe my plan was he breaks into her house and then shes like wtf who r u?!! they make eye contact and kiss + get married asap #no actually i truly dont know. zl's is slightly easier because he lives a mortal life. just chills #has connections with a lot of the liyue chars. literally just enjoying his retirement era now #ajax doesn't have many connections ( other harbingers but they dgaf about each other i think x ) and i just cant imagine that. idk #just fucking. bumping into him would lead to anything. maybe i should turn into a fish and have him fish me up and then i transform into a #girl and then we fall in love what do you guys think (losing my grip on humanity)#💭#mika ♡ ajax #mika ♡ zhongli

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actuallylorelaigilmore · 1 year

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just got a comment on a fic i wrote four years ago that made me reread all the other fic i wrote for that pairing and remember how deep i dove into a specific album because all the lyrics of it reminded me of that pairing and how i very quickly lost the thread of my obsession with that pairing that made writing them fun but how i love them again just as much these days and want to rewatch them from the beginning and maybe if i return to that same music too i’ll unlock the ability once more to write the kind of fic for them which always made me very happy so i’m just saying you never know what effect your fic comments might have but you should tell fic writers how you feel if you love their work because it is always always always one of the best ways to encourage more of it

#fanfic #fanfiction #writing #(and yes this IS about stranger things so if you recently left me a comment on a jopper fic then you're awesome and ilu)#(but it could just as easily be about any other fandom because when comments are really kind i really do sometimes revisit my own work #and am somehow surprised every time by how much i still like it and how it feels like an alchemical process brought it into being #well beyond just me with my silly little thoughts and feelings--because there's such a detachment that happens after a while #and then i just enjoy it. flaws and all. and if people didn't comment years later and bring me back to realize that i honestly might forget)#anyway shoutout to readers for being awesome and making it feel worth it :)

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ghost-proofbaby · 9 months

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for what I remember you for as a writer:

how you got me on board with the miscommunication trope (I used to avoid it until 24 hours and you single-handedly made me realize how much fun it could be)

& that time you gave us poetic star gazing with Eddie. Specifically this passage.

ilysm 🖤

babe you’re going to make me cry i love you so fuckin much 😭🖤 i remember writing that star gazing one shot and thinking “oh this is a wee bit niche no one’s gonna vibe but me”

c’mere so i can give you a kiss my love

#that cannot possibly be written by the same brain that won’t write now #what in the fuck #also i do enjoy a good miscommunication president of swallow her feelings club #thank u ily <3 #sometimes i forget who uses their names on here and who doesn’t #fracturedarkness <3 #sometimes i slap my fics and say ‘you can fit so much miscommunication in this bad boy’

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dangerliesbeforeyou · 2 years

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tagged by @howdydowdy (thankss!!! <3)

fave colour: green

currently reading: don't actually have a currently reading so I'm gonna do 'last book' instead lol: persuasion by jane austen! I started it at the beginning of the year, stopped reading it, and then picked it back up a few weeks ago pfft... really enjoyed it though!

last song: according to spotify it was moonlight by seohyun lol though over the last couple days I've mostly been listening to muse's new album lol

last series: I think it was stranger things season 4 vol 2??? I honestly haven't watched a lot of series recently, mainly been watching films... speaking of films...

last movie: see how they run (watched it at my local cinema a few days ago) it was alright, definitely not as a good as the trailer suggested but still fun nonetheless lol

currently working on: in terms of art I'm still desperately trying to piece together a big artwork reflecting the last 2 years of my life but... I'm struggling lol (which feels strangely fitting given that has been my perpetual mood for the 2 years pfft...) in terms of writing though I'm still working on my gay fantasy story, and also trying to think of a cool premise for a short horror story??? idk, I feel like simultaneously my brain has too much and too little in it all at once pfft...

share 10 different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order, then tag 10 people 🎥🎬📺

• merlin (from merlin)

• jim jimenez (from our flag means death)

• meng yao (from the untamed)

• martha jones (from doctor who)

• castiel (from supernatural)

• yusuf al-kaysani (from the old guard)

• anne elliot (from persuasion (the BOOK VERSION!!))

• nadia vulvokov (from russian doll)

• porsche pachara kittisawat (from kinnporsche)

• robin buckley (from stranger things)

tagging (yes I'm actually tagging people whaaaat????)

@abnerskrill @zelvuska @sylvasa @dollopheadsandclotpoles @micamicster @asimplestrawberry @reddoll123 @platypusplayhere @all-or-nothing-baby @snackles-and-plaidalecki (no pressure to do this btw lol also anyone I haven't tagged, feel free to do this if you see it & just say I tagged you lol...)

#tag game #always feel awkward tagging people 'whAT iF tHEy thINK iM aNnoyING' like stfu @ my brain lol??????#anyway these things always expose how little i read rip... i HAVE been trying to get back into reading stuff recently though #maybe i'll try starting an audiobook at some point whilst i'm working??? that was how i managed to read like 4 books last yr lol #anyway i always enjoy these tag games (even if i sometimes forget to do them and they get lost in my notes rip...)#ok need to stop procrastinating posting this by writing in the tags lol...

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