This is a sideblog of @griefabyss, I figured I could put fandom related things here because I don't put original posts on the main blog (I use it to reblog art I like), and don't want to limit posting to just ao3. I'm happy to make friends on here!
Please note that a lot of my reblogs are from my queue and I don't tag about it, so if I seem active but I'm not replying to a message that'd be why!
GriefAbyss on ao3 - My writing tag - My art tag
I'd say the majority of my writing and art are NSFW, so proceed accordingly, thanks!
Fanfiction Masterposts
Steddie Microfics: 2023 - 2024 (Monthly fic challenges with specific WCs)
LARP AU (Eddie teaches Steve DnD and it gets... interesting)
Decipher series (One-shot explorations of uncommon fetishes)
One-Shots (Stories I don't plan to write more than one fic for)
Two-Shots (Stories I don't plan to write more than two fics for)
On-going Series (Might be updated very slowly but there are PLANS)
Collabs & Continuations (Other people's series/stories I've continued & single fic collaborations)
Steddie Smutty September (Fics written for the weekly challenge in 2024)
Other ST Events (Steddie songfics, room for more later on!)
If you're looking for any WIPs I might have posted about, try the chats from the abyss tag! I have approx 66 WIPs (I just counted 💀) so feel free to send me an ask if you can't find something you're looking for, though I only post about like 10% of them.
here’s the recipe for anyone who wants it 😚 (feel free to add id tags for the screenshots, i don’t have time to reformat all of this for tumblr rn i’m supposed to be working whoops)
got a crick in my neck and a frog in my throat and a chip on my shoulder and a stick up my ass and now you're gonna stand there puttin words in my mouth? haven't I been through enough?
The natural occurrence of Steddie, Eddie sinks back against Steve's arm where it rests on the back of the couch, rolling his head into a firm shoulder before stiffening as he realises how intimate this feels. Where Steve lifts his eyebrows in alarm and holds his breath, not because there's Eddie (a man) tucked under his arm, leaning into his shoulder like he belongs there, but because he thinks Eddie is about to pull away.
It's a moment of tension that nobody else picks up on (except maybe Robin), where Eddie waits for Steve to reject him like they always do and Steve waits for Eddie to leave like they always do. But then Steve's fingers curl against Eddie's shoulder, bracing him as he turns his head and rubs the line of his jaw against Eddie's hair, an affectionate reassurance.
I kind of love the idea of neither of them considering men before but also neither of them freaking out about it. Steve has dated girls, Eddie kissed his best friend and got pure rejected and the only other girl he liked is dead (or just Very Injured) and he got blamed for it.
But Steve's arm feels nice around him and it isn't so bad when Eddie turns his body a little and tucks in even closer, nuzzling Steve's shoulder because christ he could use the comfort right now and Steve seems so happy to give it.
Nobody even says anything as discussions continue, they definitely get a few furtive looks, completely missing the sudden bewilderment that crosses Dustin's face.
Steddie just Exist now, Eddie survives, somehow gets cleared whilst in hospital, and it's when Steve is sat quietly by his bedside with Wayne that Dustin finally barrels in, mouth open ready to speak before he looks at Wayne "oh hi Mr Munson..." then sits quietly until Wayne gruffly says he's got to head to work.
Steve assures him he'll hold the fort, Dustin nods enthusiastically, waits about 5 seconds after Wayne leaves before darting for the door and closing it.
It's the first time Dustin's been alone with Steve since Everything Happened, so naturally Dustin starts ranting.
"I can't believe I didn't see it, it all makes sense now, the hostility, the refusal to come to D&D, the slew of failed 'dates', the way you both are always unavailable on the same nights."
"Dustin, what are you talking about?"
"You and Eddie!" he gestures where Steve's hand is almost touching Eddie's on the bed, where he'd been holding Eddie's hand at one point even under Wayne's watchful gaze. "This whole time! And I get it, I understand, you probably wanted to tell me, but you were scared I wouldn't understand the gay thing, or that I wouldn't like him. OH! You probably told him to look out for me, Lucas, and Mike! Dude, you didn't need to do that," Dustin rambles, Steve watches in confusion and he's very happy that Eddie's already had his brief dalliance into consciousness this afternoon and isn't being subjected to this.
"But he's great, totally approve, actually you're batting above your station a little, man, but aren't we all?" he pauses and sighs wistfully, muttering something about Suzie, before nodding with a determined look on his face and pulling Steve into a very awkward "hug of approval".
It takes Steve way too long to realise Dustin thinks he and Eddie have been together for months, hell he realises it as they're sneaking a kiss, pulling back looking mildly horrified as he whispers it across the air between them.
Eddie laughs so hard his Everything hurts, and he is fully in favour of pretending Dustin is right to wind the party up for never noticing.
Today I learned that the New York Public Library has what they call a “decoy” copy of James Joyce’s Ulysses. Before 1934, Ulysses was judged obscene and banned for sale in the United States. The “decoy” edition was published in 1930, and in an attempt to get around the censors, it was “bound in covers identifying it as the popular children’s book The Bobbsey Twins in the Country (1907).”
"questions will be answered and you will be left highly unsatisfied because what you really wanted was love" is a quote that has lived in my mind for years now. it is the mantra i repeat to myself every time i become consumed by unfinished business, ever since i had a death in the family of someone i had huge unresolved beef with. i think of it as the focal point of all of my art. and of most art in general. and as far as i can find, the origin of it is from a random person's film blog review of prometheus 2012 ????
why dont you want my toyota camry? just because it's 26 years old and looks like shit? i know tons of people who are 26 years old and look like shit and people still want them. some of my best friends are 26 and busted.
Your action hero just got shot in the shoulder, stitched it up in a motel bathroom, and is now running through a forest. I need you to know that a shoulder wound severs muscle, nerves, and sometimes bone, and the human body's response to that is not "mild wincing followed by full range of motion." here is what injuries actually do to peoplee...
⊹ Adrenaline is REAL and it does allow people to do extraordinary things immediately after injury, BUT it is a loan, not a gift. you borrow the function and you pay it back later with interest. Your character might genuinely be able to run for twenty minutes after being stabbed. and then the adrenaline drops and everything the body was delaying arrives all at once. the collapse is NOT weakness. it's biology collecting its debt. write the debt collection. it's more interesting than the heroic sprint anyway.
⊹ Blood loss changes cognition before it drops you. you don't go from "fine" to "unconscious." you go through a whole middle stage of confusion, poor decision-making, emotional dysregulation, a strange calm, tunnel vision, difficulty forming sentences. Your injured character making a bad call, saying something they normally wouldn't, becoming suddenly and inexplicably gentle--that's blood loss. use the middle stage. it's dramatically rich and almost nobody writes it.
⊹ Recovery has a timeline and the timeline is long and boring and inconvenient to plot. a broken rib takes six weeks and during those six weeks sneezing is a genuine emergency. a concussion means no screens, no reading, no bright lights, and symptoms can persist for months. a stab wound to the abdomen means weeks of infection risk, limited mobility, and a specific kind of exhaustion that has nothing to do with sleep. Your character being sidelined and frustrated and useless for a long time is not a narrative problem. it's the story.
⊹ Pain also affects personality in ways writers skip. chronic pain makes people short-tempered and then guilty about being short-tempered. it makes concentration difficult. it makes intimacy complicated, both emotional and physical. a character who was patient and warm before their injury and is now snappy and withdrawn is not a character regression. they're in pain. pain is exhausting in ways that don't show on the outside. the people around them noticing and not knowing how to help is a whole story in itself.
seeing how people are using chatbots in their everyday lives continues to solidify my faith in the importance of process and thought, sometimes to no end but themselves, over the sensation of 'satisfaction' itself. if one is overcome with grief and unable to form a eulogy for a friend, the silence itself is meaningful. why smother it with a made to order generated message that says what retroactively feel you "wanted to say". a greeting card impulse is what it is. the images are ugly and annoying but this is the far more insidious side of our cultural moment. the premature evacuation from thought at the first sign of turbulence. i don't like it
updated the character limit on the blinkie maker! previously 15 characters, you can now attempt to cram a whopping 25 characters on your blinkies!! certain fonts and font sizes WILL cut off. use your best judgement ok?
