macon_ferret
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- Stranger Things (TV 2016) (3)
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GardenOf: you know of any muses roaming about? any cute girls waiting to inspire a hapless artist such as myself?
Oh. OH. This girl. This Eden. She's good. Too good really. Because Chrissy is sitting here twirling her hair with her finger and blushing scarlet like she's a schoolgirl again. All over IRC flirtations and the word cute stuck in static on her screen. Eden can't even see her. So really this shouldn't even be able to get Chrissy in any sort of state, yet here she is hearing wedding bells as she tries to think of a coherent response that isn't just throwing herself at her computer screen in hopes that this artistic dyke will just appear out of thin air to catch her in her arms.
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Chrissy makes her first visit to an IRC chatroom, where she meets Eden, an artist looking for a muse. Things get real lesbian, real quick.
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Corroded Coffin's Biggest (And Only) Fan by macon_ferret
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
15 Sep 2025
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To Robin this means nothing. Some guy who went to the same high school as them is here and he just sang and it wasn't ear-splitting but it was just kinda alright. He looks alright. He sang alright. No offense to him, but to Robin, Eddie Munson is just alright.
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A drabble of a fic in which Robin thinks Eddie Munson's band is just kinda decent while Steve thinks they're the greatest thing since sliced bread. Perhaps being gay for the lead singer just makes you loopy when it comes to judging how good a band actually is.
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Eddie, Harrington, and Emotional Repression by macon_ferret
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
15 Aug 2025
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Steve's eyes dart away and he turns back towards the passenger side window, "It's not a big deal. I don't know- everyone feels like that I think. Maybe… Look, it's not a problem cause I- I'm not gonna actually fucking kill myself." He sounds almost annoyed, making fun of Eddie for buying into any of this, for caring about him enough to seem worried, "The kids would be upset I think." There's a beat there, a moment of silence that makes Eddie's stomach twist itself into knots, Steve's tone as he mentions the kids is almost confused, as if he's not quite sure he believes what he's saying. Then Steve continues, "Also yeesh- how would I do it in a way that isn't gonna fuck anyone else up, ya know? I still haven't figured that part out."
Eddie feels like he's going crazy. Maybe he is. Because Steve is scarily normal about this.
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Eddie finds that Steve handles his emotions very well. Perhaps too well. Up until they meet late at night on the side of the road. Aka a fic outline of sorts in which Eddie finds out Steve is emotionally repressed and passively suicidal. Eddie finds this worrisome. Steve does not.
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KEPLER
Stop? Now why would I stop Jacobi? We were just getting started, wouldn’t you say? Weren’t you just going to try to unpack all that horrific trauma rattling around in that lil’ ol’ noggin’ of yours?JACOBI
That’s how I know you’re not you. The Kepler I know wouldn’t use the word trauma to describe anything we’ve went through.[A beat.]
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Jacobi arrives back on Earth and ends up reflecting on his time aboard the Hephaestus... sort of...
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A snippet of a fic that I still need to fully write... I'm posting this in hopes that I'll gain enough motivation and feedback to fully complete the fic. It's mainly a Jacobi character study, because I adore Jacobi.
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- English
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Statement of Milo Achilles, regarding a strange encounter with a child involving a large amount of… bugs…
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And then… it all just… kind of happened…
One moment she was Lyla. Some tall lanky young girl with big brown eyes and a shirt with some stupid bug pun on it. The next I had picked up her hat and it- she-
I thought I’d lost it.
Because nested in her hair, seeming to come from her scalp like flowers blooming from grass… were dozens if not hundreds of those brown little bugs. Not lice. Not flies. Not spiders. But- bugs. And as I stared at them it’s like they could sense my presence. And Lyla just… went a bit limp…
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- English
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