hello sir good evening *chucks this at u* 🛤️🍿📺📸
🛤️ Share a random sentence / snippet from a WIP or a fic you’re currently reading
He'd barely opened the door to the small outside balcony when his heart tumbles from his chest, down onto the mossy concrete floor. He retches, at the empty feeling in his chest, at the throbbing in his head, at the pain in his hand, at the way his heart shone dully in what was left of the afternoon's sunlight. It had rolled three or four times, covering itself in small rocks and bits of plant debris, before stopping at his shoes. The side that faced up to him was the side he tried not to look at, ever. He didn't even remember when the carving happened- obviously at some point during his missing childhood years. But on one side of his heart, a name was etched into the beating flesh. EDDIE.
🍿 Are there any authors you’ve tried to emulate?
Catherynne M. Valente, the author of one of my fav books ever, the girl who circumnavigated fairyland in a ship of her own making! i tried writing an it au of it a while back, but abandoned it :(
📺 What fic or piece of art are you most proud of?
leather stains my beloved...
📸 Name a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate
the way all the losers just stand around watching richie do his little rant abt how bill dragged them down to the sewers (the bit before 'welcome to the losers club asshole') how often do they have to hear him rant like that lmao
