My name is Tina (she/her) 33|| and this is the side blog I run where I'll post random things I'm hyper-fixating over, writings that don't particularly fit my main blog, and my traditional/ digital art♡
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Masterlist~
You can find my character writing masterlist here, which will be updated on a regular basis. I WILL accept recommendations for characters if asked and if I feel confident enough in being able to channel their character properly.
🔞 I DO write smut and I will not tolerate underage readers interacting with me or my works. If you do not have your age in your bio, you will be blocked. 🔞
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WRITING RULES:
I will encourage everyone to read this before sending in asks so you have all the bases covered.
I DO NOT WRITE:
Incest
Pedophilia
Character x Character unless I am comfortable with said ship
R@pe
Extreme fetishes including but not limited to: scat, piss, watersports, etc., and anything else I find uncomfortable writing.
I WILL WRITE:
NSFW, SFW, fluff, angst, etc.
Gender neutral, male, female, non-binary, trans, etc. readers unless I feel as though I won't be able to correctly write for xgender (being a cis female, the last thing I want to do is offend anyone, but I will try my best for you guys!
x Reader
Headcanons, imagines, or drabbles if the topic is simple and straight to the point. Some things don’t need an entire fic dedicated to it, so sometimes I resort to using shorter written requests.
Suicide/self harm. The mention of suicidal thoughts are okay but writing out the actual event will not be happening.
Also, please be sure to list every character you want included in your ask, I will not know if you list a few followed by “etc.”, so please be SPECIFIC!
Don’t hesitate to ask any questions!
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Lakeside Eddie commission (@fracturedarkness) inspired by the fic Hot & Cold by @somnambulic-thing from their Come As You Are universe
I spent a long time staring at this one. Not because I didn’t know what to paint, but because I wanted to do justice to the feeling somna’s fics leave behind. Landscapes aren’t something I tackle often, and that uncertainty followed me through every step of this piece. But some stories inspire you to reach beyond what feels comfortable.
the complete and complex guide to dating the dungeon master • eddie munson
summary: life when loving eddie munson
content: literally pure fluff; i think my heart grew and my depression got cured writing this, implied make outs, language, comparisons to drug use (no actual drug use), i think i fell in love sometime during this, honestly
— eddie munson has always been charming. actually too charming for his own good. he doesn’t even realize it, actually, because he isn’t trying to be charming, he’s just being eddie.
— eddie has never once considered himself to be cool— eddie has never once wanted to be cool. but the moment he met you, any attempt to keep decorum or save face disappeared and he was tripping on his own two feet.
— he had never had a problem with innocent innuendos or complimenting or the occasional crossing lines into flirting. but when you actually flirted back and then hit him with something much less innocent but equally playful, all while keeping a straight face, eddie swore he forgot his own name
— he was actually quite terrified of you at first. the way you weren’t afraid to take up space and broke nearly every societal and social expectation you were supposed to be held by.
— most terrifying of all, you had once corrected him during a dnd campaign— where you were just supposed to be casually watching— he had been much too distracted and was staring at you instead of paying attention to the party. his pathetic self nearly dropped to one knee right there and offered you whatever ring he could get off his finger first.
— eddie had always prided himself on his individuality; the way he didn’t care about a single thing anyone thought of him, didn’t care what kind of impression he left or what he looked like. but now, all he thought about was you. what he could do to make you happy, what you thought of his favorite songs, what you thought he looked best in… he had turned into a damn pathetic fool, really.
— the first time you showed up to see corroded coffin, standing just in front of the stage, smiling like you were front row at a real concert, and not just his nothing garage metal band. you were the only one there without a drink in your hand and the only one there not just smiling because of the influence of some kind of substance.
— you hadn’t taken your eyes off eddie the entire night and mericfully, eddie managed not to fuck up a single note. then afterwards— you had stayed— it was almost believable when you told him you actually liked it. you had mainly just meant him, specifically; almost convincing eddie that he was good enough with that damn guitar to actually make it somewhere.
— your first date hadn’t technically been a date. you had showed up at eddie’s trailer with pizza and a horror movie that you were too scared to watch alone. eddie was stumbling over his own words and his own feet as he opened the door. he mumbled apologies for almost screaming and slamming the door in your face and then frantically stumbling around the trailer trying to make it presentable for you. he opened the door again, grinning sheepishly, mumbling more apologies as he welcomed you in.
— eddie apologized most of the night, at first— for not having the place tidier, for not expecting company, for not having anything else to go with the pizza and for not looking presentable enough for you. you laughed it off and reminded him that it would be dark during the movie and that thought just scared the hell out of him…
— his trailer was always cold; the small blanket on the couch was barely big enough to cover your legs. eddie shrugged his jacket off and draped it over your shoulders and he realized with startling horror that that was the worst mistake he had ever made. it was just big enough on you to cover any shape you had, but it looked so much fucking better on you that eddie didn’t know if he ever wanted it back…
— eddie hadn’t even questioned why you had come to him to watch the movie. you knew you had similar tastes in almost everything else. you had gone to see movies with a group before, but this was much more daunting and serious than any of those times.
— when you grabbed onto his arm and clung to him for most of the movie, eddie’s brain short circuited and he didn’t think he would be able to tell you a single thing that happened in the movie. his mind was too stuck on how close you were, how tightly you were hugging his arm and how perfectly you fit against him, wearing his favorite jacket like it had been made for you all along.
— the first kiss had been terrifying. eddie knew it was coming, yet he didn’t think anything could have actually prepared him for it.
— it was gentle at first. shy and timid and scared of what would come from it. it was tentative and soft and cautious.
— and then it wasn’t. then you were just melting into him, crashing against him like waves on the shore. it was electric and all consuming and dangerous. it was addictive…
— it snowballed from there. if eddie had been obsessed with you before, he was a full fledged addict now. every second was spent thinking about you or being with you or wishing he was with you. eddie secretly wondered why he had wasted so much time getting high, when you were so much more effective.
— he spent his days glued to your side. your feet in his lap while he rambled on about music or movies or life. your head on his shoulder while he played guitar. your hands intertwined together, while he followed you through the book store and carried your impressive stack of books for you, like it was the greatest honor he had ever had. then his head in your lap while you read, your other hand stroking through his hair absentmindedly, fingers coiling around his hair while eddie fought for his life to not audibly moan or say something stupid.
— days spent together turned into nights, and sometimes you didn’t leave his trailer for days. it had become the most natural thing in the world to wake up next to him on the couch, awkwardly slumped against him with the tv static still blaring, or a forgotten record faded in the background.
— he always stared at you. no matter what you were doing. you would blush and tell him to stop and he would just stay in his daze, smiling to himself like he was in disbelief.
— he always walked just slightly in front of you, shoulder to shoulder, always looking at you instead of where he was going.
— he always kissed your knuckles, taking your hand in his and always bowing, soft eyes locked up on you, like he couldn’t believe you were real.
— he would always pull you in for too tight hugs, one hand around your lower back, the other resting on your hip. they always lingered, like the hug was something he needed; like it was something reminding him that the best thing he ever had really was real.
— he really just couldn’t get enough of you. it was damn pathetic. while you were reading, his head would be in your lap. if you had your legs stretched out on the couch, he was lying between them, face pressed into your stomach, both arms around you, clinging onto you like you would end up just being a figment of his imagination if he didn’t.
— he would sit on the floor, guitar in his arms, playing mindlessly, stringing together cords that were nothing, but sounded like your favorite song to you. your fingers would be in his hair, smiling to yourself as you braided it and played with it and dragged your fingers gently along his scalp, sending him into some new kind of heaven that no drugs would ever be capable of replicating.
— the kisses always started soft. like he was still unsure if it was okay. like he needed you to give him permission, every single time. they always turned more heated and messy. full of love and intensity a ridiculous amount of smiles. your fingers would tangle through his hair, pulling him closer, until you melted together on the couch in a tangle of limbs and laughter.
— the late nights were filled with movies and music and attempting to teach him how to cook. it usually ended with something burning, occasionally a fire extinguisher and always limbs contently tangled together on the couch.
— swollen lips and heated kisses faded into deeper talks of the future that started to feel achievable, limbs twisted on his old mattress and the new sheets he had picked up in an attempt to make his bed look nicer than it was.
— your head was on his pillow, fingers tracing the neckline of his shirt, his nose pressed against your temple, kissing your head softly, arm protectively wrapped around your waist.
— “i think i’m in love with you. it’s fucking terrifying…” he said it as casually as breathing, not even shifting to look at you or gauge your reaction. he just held you, closing his eyes and not caring about any other damn thing in the world.
— you had stopped breathing. your finger coiling around his hair halted and he finally shifted to look at you. his eyes were soft, not expectant, not anticipating, just loving, filled with adoration, content if he never even heard it back. so long as you stayed right here, tucked against him, continuing to look at him like he was the only person in the world.
GUYS I HAVE PROBLEMMMM THAT'S BEEN GOING ON FOR TOO LONG
and it's called Joseph Quinn THIS MAN OMG HELPPP
Just watched Gladiator 2 yesterday (I know I'm late to the party) and spent all night reading Emperor Geta fanfics I NEED TO WRITE FOR HIM AND HIS EMPRESS (reader)
I swear this man in different wigs always changes my life 😩
If y'all want Eddie fics or Geta fics CALL ME I'LL BE THERE IN A FLASH
Still need to watch Fantastic Four (I know I'm late to the party part 2) to write for Johny Storm / Human Torch sorryyy
