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stevebabey · 1 year

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part one here. ze part two to touch-starved stevie that absolutely no one requested hehe <3 but i gots to let my boys have a wee kiss :")

So, hugs with Eddie become… well, a thing.

Not a thing. They’re not a thing, Steve and Eddie. It’s totally the same as when he gets hugs from Robin. Eddie’s doing him a favour as a friend. It’s got the 100% platonic energy of getting a hug from a friend — a hug that usually melts into some form of a cuddle, limbs all tangled together until they can’t tell whose are whose.

Except, Steve doesn’t really do that second part with Robin. Like he hasn’t done it ever with Robin.

So, it’s an Eddie thing.

But they’re not a thing. Not matter how much Steve would actually very much like for that happen. Okay, maybe Steve’s overthinking the whole thing a bit, but he just can’t tell.

Where’s the line? It’s infuriating not being able to discern between platonic and more, just because Steve wasn’t held enough as a fucking baby. Out of all the things he resents his parents for, Steve’s surprised that this is so near the top.

Because, sure, Steve’s had more than his fair share of hookups. He knows that sort of touch. He knows the shape of lust; the scrapes of fingernails down backs, the tight grips over skin, the push and pull of the heat of the moment.

And this thing with Eddie… is not that.

So, really, Steve knows that it’s all friendly. Eddie is just being nice. He’s being a decent dude and helping his friend out — by catapulting himself into Steve’s arms at every opportune moment.

(Steve’s only dropped 3 mugs of coffee because of this so far. It’s only because Eddie says good catch, big boy with a devilish grin every time that Steve manages to catch Eddie that Steve hasn’t completely told him to knock it off. Just yet, at least.)

And he’s different in other areas. He’ll always seem to choose the seat next to Steve on movie-nights now, content to snuggle right up to him. They get thigh to thigh, arm to arm — and Eddie only needs to get about 20 minutes in for him to do a big sigh, like an old dog, and slump over, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve notices though. He always notices.

It’s impossible not to— the skin, even if there’s 3 layers between them, burns blazing warm. Eddie’s hair drapes over his arm, a curl inevitably tickling along Steve’s collar. He can feel the rise and fall of Eddie’s breathing, the little shake of when he laughs.

It drives Steve a little insane— insane in the way that makes him think about burying his fingers in those curls again, about pressing his lips against Eddie’s pretty mouth just to feel the smile against his skin, about digging into his chest so he can climb into his chest and live there.

Yeah, it’s— well, it’s safe to say that the effect of Eddie’s touchiness has sent what was once a fleeting thought of a crush into mind-melting levels of affection.

But he can’t fucking tell.

To Steve’s credit, neither can Eddie.

Which is not surprisingly considering sometimes he catches himself wondering how the hell he ended up here; in a close-knit friendship with band-geek Robin Buckley, princess Nancy Wheeler, and King Steve Harrington.

Okay, the Robin one sort of makes sense. He thinks that if no matter when their paths crossed, he and Robin would’ve always even some sort of strange friends - her snark complimenting his bitchiness. Also, the whole super queer thing helps too. Even the friendship with Nancy works, in its own weird way.

Steve though? He’s the fucking curve ball.

It works though, the two of them. Surprisingly well, actually — the two of them get on like a house on fire, bitchy quips back and forth. Even better, is the quiet that they can share. Steve loves to come around and do… nothing. Do nothing with Eddie, though.

So, even though Eddie had noticed the tension in Steve with touch, little moments where he turned rigid when Eddie’s usual wandering hands got too comfortable — Eddie chalked it up to the usual. Guys bring too uncomfortable with him, too weird about another guy being touchy. It didn’t matter than Eddie wasn’t even out to Steve yet, he was still might be that type of guy.

Well, Eddie had certainly thought so. Sure, Steve might not be one of those jocks who smacked around boys who looked too long in the locker room, but if he knew a smidge of the truth, who really knows. It would explain the tenseness at least.

But then— ‘Can I… have a hug?’ There had been a dozen things Eddie was thinking that Steve could’ve asked for but that? Wasn’t even in the ballpark. It was so left-field it left Eddie speechless for a whole moment. And Steve had been staring at the ceiling, his hands curled up tight again like- like he thought Eddie might say no.

A ridiculous thought, honestly. Anyone who knew Eddie well enough knew he was touchy; loved giving it, loved getting it. Like an overly affectionate cat, Wayne had once called him, just 11 years old, because Eddie’s need for affection seem to never be sated.

After that night, Steve’s lack of touch became far more obvious. It’s always hair ruffles or high-fives, yet never hugs. Normally, Eddie would keep to that boundary; some people are less touchy other than others, he knows that.

But… “Sometimes I realise it’s been awhile, since I’ve had some touch.” That’s what Steve had said, his words. Eddie doesn’t even think he meant to say something so heartbreaking. In fact, the guy seemed embarrassed.

It had thrown Eddie for a loop— because Steve gets around. He’s nearly notorious for one-night stands and failed flings, as Robin loves to drone on about considering she’s subjected to all the flirting. What had originally been a point of envy for Eddie, just saturates the bleakness of Steve’s words. Sex but without a moment of intimacy.

So, while Eddie is miles away from being the person who gets into Steve’s pants — not for lack of want, mind you — he does try hike up the touchiness. Little things. Lingering when he taps him on the arm, hooking his chin over Steve’s shoulder to peer over it, leaning up against him when they’re side by side watching a film.

It’s good. It helps Eddie release the pressure of his stupid monumental god-awful crush he has. Yeah, yeah, it’s laughable, even to Eddie. It’s like Gay 101; don’t get crush on straight dudes, especially the ones you’re friends with. And yet…

Steve lets him. He lets Eddie give him touch, more than he lets anyone else. He still tenses; there’s still always a moment before he can remember to relax, like he’s trying to shake off bad thoughts but then he melts. He always melts into Eddie’s touch eventually — in a way Eddie knows Steve actually loves it, drinks it up as much as he can.

And maybe, Eddie is the biggest fool to grace the Earth to let that fact give him some hope. Sue his gooey heart, he’s a romantic. It’s a quiet hope but, it’s there.

Tonight, it seems relaxing for Steve is been harder than usual— several times has Eddie traced a quite long along Steve’s arms, a subtle point that they were far too tense for someone who was wrapped up in cuddles on the couch. ‘Cos that’s 100% what they are now. Eddie will still call them hugs, but usually, when it’s just the two of them, it becomes this.

Steve, tucked up into the corner of the couch, one leg flush along the back of the couch and one hanging off the edge. It’s the prime position for Eddie to crawl up, wind his arms around Steve’s middle and give him a good squeeze and then settle there. Head on Steve’s chest, lying in the cradle of his hips. Safe. Warm.

It makes him warm, oh very warm to know that he gets this. That Steve doesn’t give this amount of trust to many, if any, other people but Eddie — he trusts Eddie.

“Y’know,” Eddie says, cheeks smushed against the plain of Steve’s pec. It feels deliciously warm and Eddie’s fairly sure he can feel how toned it is just through his cheek. Hot bastard. “I’m actually real glad you asked for that hug all those weeks ago.”

He leaves it there ‘cos he knows Steve will ask. Eddie’s eyes stay on the buzzing tv-screen even as Steve’s head shifts, turning to peer down at the boy slumped on his chest. Eddie’s pretty sure he can see Steve’s mouth twitch up into a smile.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie affirms, giving a nod and his eyes flick up to meet Steve’s for just a moment. “Think I’ve had some of the best hugs in the world.”

Okay, that was maybe more honest and sappy than Eddie was going for. He is just letting Steve know he isn’t just doing it for Steve — that he enjoys these moments just as much. He lays it on thick, tries for a smarmy angle.

“Swept up in these pillowy arms?” He croons, giving Steve’s bicep a quick squeeze, making the other chuckle softly. “Who wouldn’t think so? I’m a lucky guy.”

Despite the joking tone, there’s no quick comeback from Steve. That’s alright. Eddie’s quite happy if this is one of the times Steve just takes the compliment; let’s the word sink in and hopefully, believes them, even if it’s just a little bit. He watches the film and doesn’t read into the silence.

Not even when Steve says, “Eddie?” all soft. Nearly shy sounding. It doesn’t quite register to Eddie’s ears.

“Mm?”

“Eddie.” Steve says again, a little firmer and that catches Eddie’s attention. He turns his head and rests his chin on Steve’s chest, his brows drawn together in silent question.

But the moment he makes eye contact, Steve’s doing that scrunched up face again. Is studying the ceiling instead of facing Eddie. And just like all those weeks ago, his hands clench up tight. Twists up the fabric of Eddie’s sweater in between his fingers and uses it to ground himself.

Last time, he asked for a hug. Considering he’s currently just about squishing Steve beneath his body weight, Eddie can’t fathom what he might be worked up to ask for. Unless he was going to ask for something more than a hug— which, well, just wasn’t going to happen, even if Eddie really wanted it to.

“Can I-” Steve starts. He sucks in a breath, almost like he’s gathering courage. But he’s not, because he’s not about to ask for what Eddie hopes for, he’s not, he’s—

Unless…?

“Can I… have a kiss?” Steve asks, barely audible. The sentence is murmured, soft words that hit Eddie like a gentle kiss in itself — imprinting right onto his heart. Steve Harrington wants a kiss — from him!

“Oh.” Eddie says, in a breathy delightful way. He’s fairly certain the little monkey in his brain is clapping its cymbals at double-speed as the words process; or maybe it’s his heart, which feels like it’s leapt up his throat.

“Oh?” Steve echoes, a smile already playing at the edges of his mouth, because he can see Eddie’s want. Because he knows him.

“Yes.” Eddie says suddenly, with a frantic nod, pushing up closer so their faces are aligned. “Yes, absolutely, you can.” He affirms.

Steve huffs a quiet laugh at the eagerness and then his arm that had been slung around Eddie shifts. It moves up til his hand caresses along the line of Eddie’s jaw, tilting him just how he likes.

Eddie holds his breath. Counts the freckles he can see this close. Tries to feel Steve’s heartbeat through where they’re pressed so closely together; can Steve feel his? Thundering and hurried, beating so hard Eddie thinks he might bruise the inside of his ribs.

Then Steve kisses him. And shit, Steve’s lip are better by ten-fold than every daydream Eddie’s ever had about them. They’re warm and so soft — plush and pressing against his own and Eddie is freezing. Fuck, wait, how does this go again? Right, Eddie’s never… well, kissed anybody before.

Steve pulls back and Eddie screws his eyes up — not ready in the slightest for the disappointment of his own shoddy kissing skills. Fuck, did he really just freeze? Steve — Steve Harrington — asks for a kiss and Eddie decides to stab himself in the back by not figuring out how to fuck to kiss back.

“You call that a kiss?” Steve teases and Eddie’s well aware of the parallel — of the irony of Steve repeating his own words back at him. But he can’t make himself laugh even though it’s funny. Instead, a little groan wiggles out his throat.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, earnest. He forces his eyes opens — he needs to see what’s Steve’s thinking. Where he’s expecting disappointment or perhaps regret, is only patience. Maybe a touch of concern. Eddie continues, despite the humiliation that makes his throat sticky.

“I haven’t- I don’t do this often.” He coughs awkwardly clearing his throat and hoping it hides the next word. “Ever.”

There’s a jump in Steve’s eyebrows, a moment of surprise in his eyes that lets him know he did, indeed, hear that final word. It makes Eddie feel… well, it’s nice that Steve had expected him to have been kissed by now. Even if he hasn’t. He tries to take it as a compliment.

“That’s okay,” Steve assures. Absentmindedly, his thumb rubs soothing along Eddie’s jaw. It makes Eddie shiver, some outrageous amount of joy clawing into every nerve. Steve likes Eddie. He wants to kiss Eddie.

“Do you want to try again?”

Eddie nods before the questions even out of his mouth. Steve smiles, all sunshine. This time when he draws Eddie in, he notices the way Eddie holds his breath — the rigidness in his body.

Steve kisses him again, another short and soft one and then whispers against his lips, “Relax.”

‘Cos isn’t tonight just full of the parallels, Eddie thinks. He listens, tries to focus on how sweet Steve’s kiss is than his panicky heart, forcing out a breath between the kisses. His hands along Steve’s sides find a grip, grounding and good, and by the fourth kiss, he begins to feel a bit melty.

It’s good. It’s really good. Kissing Steve is top 5– nay, the top moment of his life so far. Somehow, it’s made all that much better knowing the build-up behind it. Knowing that Steve knows he isn’t just kissing him for a heat of the moment — that Eddie wants kisses here, kisses before bed, in the morning, on dates. Eddie wants Steve.

And with the way he kisses, Eddie’s pretty sure Steve wants him just as bad.

It doesn’t take long for Steve to reach what Eddie decides is an ultra pretty fuckin’ state; lips swollen from kisses, cheeks flushed, hair a little mussed up. He bets he looks no better. The thought makes him grin, enough they have to break the kiss ‘cos Eddie can’t stop his stupid happy grin ‘cos shit— he actually gets to have this Steve.

“What?” Steve asks, somehow half heart-eyed and half suspicious at the mischief in Eddie’s eyes.

“Can I... have a hickie?”

now with a part three !

#at this point call this the 'can i' series #sweet boys asking each other for things they most certainly would be given <3 #but don't think they will <3 #tried to flip it and make it so even tho eddie is used to touch. the romantic touch? he's got none! that's where he's touch-starved #ALSO EVERYONE'S TAGS WERE SO NICE ON THE LAST ONE #trust i am. not feelin so bad nowadays (me saying this like 4 days later lmao)#but <3 thank u all #gay ppl in my phone.... you know what to do #ruby writes steddie #steve x eddie #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #touch-starved steve harrington #not rlly anymore hehe #does anyone notice that it ends with yet another 'can i?" question? HEHE #yet again stib gets kisses where ruby doesn't but alas <3 dis is way fluffier this time #nearly went the angst route! and went hmmmm naur #ok ok i'll be quiet now

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mayxo-hxh · 1 month

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Im about to get controversial.

Out of chrollo, illumi and hisoka, hisoka is canonically the least likely to flirt to get anything he wants, if at all.

A lot of people think he's a natural flirt but I fear I couldn't have disagreed more. He only "flirted" a single time and that was solely to piss off machi, knowing she'd never agree. Hot take? He would've never asked if he knew she'd agree.

Also, bro's the biggest humanphobe in the anime. He keeps his distance from everyone. The only human physical contact he ever made was through fighting people. (If you're a person thats interested in seeing more evidence, I have an entire long thread about it on twitter that I do plan on posting here soon)

so u cannot give me 1 reason for hisoka to flirt with someone at a random bar but chrollo and illumi? i can think of a few.

chrollo, he already canonically flirts to get what he wants. straight up goes on dates gets a suit and shit. he has no reputation among the general public that hes concerned of that isnt the spider. Illumi? He's a manipulator. I HIGHLY doubt he never flirted to get something in his life from people who are too easy to win over. He's someone that wouldn't care what people think of him. He's also anonymous. People have no idea who tf he is anyways. If it affected the zoldyck reputation? Thats a different story.

Hisoka? he would fucking NEVER. Him specifically? HE HAS A REPUTATION. And whats that reputation? That hes an absolute disgusting freak that no one should dare to approach. He kills people. He fights live and makes sure the audience is always disgusted and weirded out by his actions and performances. You look at him and you should immediately look away and pray he hasn't seen you.

So riddle me this. If his entire shtick is making sure everyones afraid of him and avoids him, then why the hell would he get himself a reputation that makes him approachable????

Why would he get himself a reputation that makes you, as a person who only ever heard of him picking people up, want to approach him.

On top of that, I just.. don't see him picking random people up..??? random weaklings that dont even know nen????? he literally treats them like trash that inconveniences his time. You're saying he'd EVER give them the privilege of sleeping with him???

And then you'd say, oh so he'd sleep with strong people! HERES THE THING. Why would he sleep with them..... when he can fight them. Him getting off from fighting comes NOWHERE to actual sex. What people don't understand is that he gets off to killing people and seeing them crumble in front of him when they realize theyre going to die. Torturing people to death. What's... that got to do with like. yknow. actual sex bro 😭😭😭😭😭😭

this turned into a huge rant probably but do you know how genuinely depressing it is seeing a unique character like hisoka that gains lust through FIGHTING and KILLING reduced to. sex addict in fics. Like. be so fucking serious right now. He called himself a FIGHT ADDICT in the manga. Can I see more of him actually spending his time killing and fighting people instead of whatever the hell bros doing with a random npc.

Anyways this is also why I hc him as asexual/demisexual NEXTTTT

#When a fic is so good but they make a hisoka a sex god instead of a murderer. like dear god. Ya Allah. Mercy on me.#can i please get more fics where he absolutely fucking murders people in deranged ways like god (Togashi) intended instead of....#(checks notes) .....sex???#sorry to me this is 1 fanon characterization that i just gag from i cannot physically stomach that shit anymore.#also the way he never touched a single human and is not a touchy person yet the musical made disgustingly touchy with everyone including go #i saw red when i saw that one scene.#thats not fucking hisoka morow thats hekosa pedoro #if togashi wanted him to sleep around he would've so simply and easily made him mention that. Like even leorio said he jacks off.#yet togashi didnt. because HE DOESNT.#HISOKA GET BEHIND ME #anyways asexual hisoka morow canon goodnight everyone #also trans hisoka can we get a little more content of that i know its completely unrelated but pls im starving #i would put the “ill do it myself meme” WHICH I DO I HAVE A DEMI HISOILLU FIC but im so slow at writing fics sobs and throws up #hisoillu #hisoka x illumi #illumi #illumi zoldyck #hisoka #hisoka morow #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #hxh #hunter x hunter #my post #my analysis

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rojekte · 21 days

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seeing people's takes about the whole watcher situation is just a bit.... mind-boggling.

i think the apology they posted was good in the sense that they admitted to fucking up and walked back on their decision, and i think the model they've settled on now is a lot more reasonable (having content be released earlier for those who choose to subscribe), but like.... that doesn't mean that no one should've ever been mad at them in the first place???

like seriously, why does it seem like people are looking at a "good" apology and thinking "huh! they sure did apologize well! i guess that means that it was ridiculous for people to be mad in the first place! no one should have ever complained!!". if no one complained, they wouldnt have walked back their decision! they would've kept going with their dumb completely paywalled option!

and thats not even getting into the fact that their financial woes seem to come from completely mismanaging their money - hiring people when they can not afford to and spending more money on "high quality productions" when they cant afford to.... these are core issues that im not sure will be completely fixed by this? but idk.

also, this situation i think has really helped my own self come to terms with the fact that i do not enjoy many aspects of their content. i sorta already knew that considering i can not remember the last ghost files video i watched because i find that shit incredibly boring and overproduced, and even things like too many spirits have become a chore to watch bc they decided to extend the Not That Funny drink making portion when i just wanna hear some funny spooky stories.

anyway i guess my ultimate point here is: im glad they acknowledged they fucked up, but i also am not sure how interested i am in their content anymore in the first place. oh well

#watcher #i still personally dont know if i would call them 'greedy' for their original choice #for the record: i dont think the three of them are struggling at all lmao #they clearly are living pretty well off #but i do think that watcher as a company really has been struggling bc of their awful business decisions #so i DO think they needed to change SOMETHING #its just.... yknow maybe next time just fucking ask ur audience about the routes ur considering taking #rather than just surprising everyone with a 'whoops! its all paywalled now!!'#im really not sure how to articulate my feelings bc i just constantly feel confused at the way i see others act online #like seeing people yell at others for being 'too parasocial' in the sense of people feeling betrayed and upset by their choices #when those same people are being incredibly parasocial themselves by defending these three like their lives depend on it #these are not starving artists. they are the owners of a business. a ceo. i think its fair for ppl to critique them in that sense #and to point out things like hiring more staff than they can afford #and spending more money on production than is arguably necessary #even if it is part of their 'artistic vision'

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feralsteddie · 2 years

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Firmly believe that Steve sits in Robin’s lap during movie nights and Eddie has to pretend he’s not seething with jealousy the whole time

#steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #platonic with a capital p #steddie #Eddie staring at the screen acting like he’s not thinking bitebitekillmaimbite at Robin #doesn’t matter whether they’re out to each other or not #everyone knows Steve and Robin would fuse into one being if at all possible so he’s never surprised #but he can’t believe the homophobia of not letting Eddie get his hands on Steve ‘Touch Starved’ Harrington #Robin doesn’t notice for the longest time #but when she does she nearly passed out from laughing so hard #and Steve’s just looking like 🥺? ‘what?’ while Eddie’s eye is basically twitching #even after they get together Robin and Steve are still basically superglued together 79% of the time #pyreposting

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xysidhequeen · 7 months

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Just for formality sake, is it alright to draw fanart based on your AU?

Ancients YES!!! I love fanart so much. I legitimately cry when I get any, and then immediately run off to show my entire family and all of my friends.

For anyone else who was wondering: this is me giving enthusiastic consent for you to draw fanart based on my AU.

The only thing I ask is that you tag me in it so I can see it and share it and gush over it! 💚💚

A snippet for you! This could count as spoilery but I've been mentioning almost from the beginning that the boys were gonna yoink Timmers from Batman and be his new gay dads so it's not a surprise we're finally getting to them at least being in the same city.

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Ancients, even Jazz had stopped trying to talk them out of it. It helped that Tucker had made a compilation video of every time Robin got hurt while doing hero work and showed it to Jazz.

It was concerningly long.

Now Jazz had resigned herself to another little brother. Well. She claimed she was resigned but Jason had video evidence that she'd nearly stormed out of the Mausoleum with the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick in hand to beat Batman and steal his Robin from him after watching the compilation.

Jason, obviously, hadn't been the one to stop her. He'd been excited to see Jasmine Nightingale versus Batman. His money was on Jazz.

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My money is on Jazz too, tbh. It's the Rage of an overprotective older sister who already had to watch one teenage hero get hurt she's not gonna do it again.

#zee answers #dp x dc #danny phantom #dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #the king and his red knight #the king and his red knight au #tkahrk #tkahrk au #10000000% YES to all fanart #any fanart im seriously i will love it #you can draw me stick figures and ill still show it off to everyone i can get to sit still for .2 seconds #i love art so much #ill consume any and all fanart for this au like a starving man would wolf down a cheeseburger

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skeletoninthemelonland · 13 days

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I just saw that ask where Hunter is cooking and idk why that reminded me of Springdad, so now I can't stop thinking of these two cooking together FHSBFHSHDBS

I KNOW THE MEALS THEY'D COOK WOULD BE G O O D

Springdad knows many more receipts and is more experienced than Hunter in that regard. Imagine Hunter following Springdad's instructions and messing up a few times ajwbsjwbje. Sure, Hunter has his apron on and is holding a wooden spoon but my boy sucks at cooking lmao

Maybe he'd even ask for advice on how to become a better mentor to Guto, since Springdad is older and has had kids for a while.

#fr if it was up to Hunter and B2 everyone would starve /silly #they would rather bring food from their favorite snack bar #*rolls up sleeves* hey so im gonna teach them how to cook (we'll burn the kitchen down)#inbox #fusionsprunt #springdad au

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riphimopen · 8 months

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i went on the internet and made myself a horse and well here it is. its a freak of nature because it is one-forth donkey by some bizarre happenstance that allowed a mule to breed and its name is Jackhammer but people just call it jack and it does home repairs (and simple car jobs).

this is what i made in the flash game but it doesnt have those eyes it has brown eyes.

#my art #if i was in my little pony i would be a starving wild pig and everyone would hate me. or a zebra✌️#my little pony

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thelurkershideout · 9 months

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Miraak following the LDB around desperately wanting to just hold their hand because he still remembers their grip as they pulled him from Apocrypha. Miraak watching the LDB interact with people with intense jealousy like a cat desperate for attention, staring at their hands when he thinks they won't notice. Then one day someone reaches out and touches or grabs the LDB, not in an aggressive way, perhaps even in a friendly way, but the LDB is startled and flinches anyway. Miraak is suddenly aware that their tumble from Apocrypha is the only time he can remember seeing the LDBs hands reach out to touch someone instead of being touched or grabbed by others. Is that anything? Am I crazy?

#skyrim #tesblr #miraak #ldb #I think the dynamic of touch starved vs touch averse might be fun to play with #I also think the LDB being someone that everyone wants to shake hands with our hug would wear on them after a while

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mxboxlocks · 5 months

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make self inserts for characters you love life is too short to be like "MYAH MYAH MYAH THAT CHARACTER WOULD NOT SAY THAT" maybe not to you but he loves me. he loves me and im friends with everyone in dont starve land becaues i have so much love in my heart.

#/dramatic #mostly jokes aside- self inserts are so lovely #me personally wynslow more shares my visage and interests #theyre pretty unique enough from me for them to be a rounded enough character #and like theyre not liked by EVERYONE #but its not wrong for your oc or self insert to not have anyone strongly dislike them #this goes for all fandoms btw #'they wouldnt say that' yes they would they love you so much.#dst #dont starve together fanart #wilson percival higgsbury #dst wynslow #dst self insert #self insert x canon

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fandomsarefamily1966 · 5 days

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#polls #demeter #persephone #greek mythology #I'm mostly the third option #mainly because I'm tired of everyone villainizing Demeter to make Hades look better #when regardless if you think Persephone was kidnapped or not #Demeter acts like anyone who's lost their kid would act #threatening to starve humanity until Persephone is returned is too far though

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koipalm · 1 year

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what do you mean you didnt order a 30 year old catboy. ok well can you just take it anyway

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #FINALLY done with this goddamn #the archivist #my art #i like to think that everyone in the archives would pet him. at least once #but unfortunately tma is a tragedy and that would never happen.#jon sims #the trageddy of tma is that jon is a catboy and no one will pet him #i mean this btw. heis so cat aligned but so so touch starved

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goldiipond · 1 year

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carrying your friends around is a love language <3

#skye's doodles #wanted to draw some don interactions becuase idk. im predictable <3 he loves his friends somuch #had another to add between these but i got lazy. you understand <3 #thinking abt how him ray and emma (and gilda in my heart <3) are canonically really strong from carrying the younger kids all the time #and norman.. does his best <3 i love my weak loserboy ray is absolutely providing most of the support on dons upper half #don is just so physically affectionate ithink he'd carry everyone around. emma would too #emma and don sneak attack ray and carry him around to mess w him. ray has come to accept this as a permanent part of his life #waugh eema and don friendship is so underrated and important to me. they are besties <3 #love drawing ray being a blushy mess too. touch-starved autistic little guy falls in love n is handling it about as well as youd expect #need more trio + don and gilda interactions. ik the series focus is on the trio but don n gilda are also main characters. to me <3 #imjust rambling now idk. i <3 don and all don dynamics #the promised neverland #tpn #yakusoku no neverland #tpn don #tpn emma #tpn ray #tpn norman #tpn gilda

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wantonlywindswept · 9 months

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ficbit: captive prime (another thing someone else should write)

so anyway how bout a good dad jango fett who refused to be the prime clone template but was not actually given the choice to say no

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The plan was perfect.

The plan was great, because Fox and Cody were geniuses, and it was coming along beautifully right up until Prime refused to fucking leave.

"I can't go," Prime said. "I'd be leaving you here."

"Yes, that is the point," Fox hissed. He grabbed the bottom of Prime's shirt, yanking forcefully toward the open cell door where Cody was waiting.

The bastard didn't even budge.

"We've looped the security footage," Cody reassured their progenitor, who was apparently a moron, "And we have our batchmates covering for us. There's only an eighty-seven percent chance that we'll get caught after you leave, and we're at the top of our classes, so we'd probably only get reconditioned anyway."

"And that number's getting higher the longer you stay here," Fox snapped. He shifted his grip, his fingers not even making a full circle around Prime's wrist as he tried tugging him forward again. "Come on--"

Prime twisted his hand, slipping out of Fox's grasp, and Fox was going to bite him, but then a large hand rested at the back of his neck and he froze.

He stared, blankly, as Prime knelt down next to him. Warmth radiated from that single source of contact, the weight a comfort: grounding, like if every one of his batchmates' blankets had been piled on him at once. He couldn't help but sway into the touch, meeting Prime's tired brown eyes a little dazedly.

"I won't leave children alone here to die."

"We're already dying, sir," Cody said quietly, walking over to slip his hand into Fox's. "You being here doesn't stop that. But if we get you out--they would eventually have to stop making more of us. We wouldn't have to see more brothers lost."

Prime bowed his head.

"I was the source of your creation," he rasped, "And it is one so terrible that you would rather not even exist at all."

Fox and Cody exchanged a glance, and Fox reluctantly allowed his brother to pull him away from Prime, out from under his warm hand and back into the reality they lived in.

"Boba's already on the ship," he said, because he was clever, because he knew how to manipulate people into behaving. "He's waiting for you."

Boba was the first of them, unaltered and pure and made to be loved, given to Prime as both distraction and threat: the consequences clear should he ever try to leave his cage.

Prime inhaled a sharp breath.

"We'll cover your escape, but you have to go now," Cody said softly. "Please."

Prime let out an anguished sound, and Fox knew they had won.

They snuck him out past the patrols and looped cameras, getting him to the landing pads where a long-disused Firespray waited to take off. They were just a few steps from the loading ramp when Prime came to a halt, turning back towards them, and Fox would have screamed if he wasn't so terrified of getting caught.

"Will you just go already--"

His words cut off when strong arms wrapped tight around him, pulling him and Cody into a warm embrace.

"I'll come back," Prime swore, pressing his forehead to each of theirs in turn. "I will come back for you. Wait for me. Survive."

"We will," Cody promised, because he, just like Fox, knew how to trick people with lies.

#tcw #tcw fanfiction #commander fox #commander cody #jango fett #good dad jango fett #imagining the clones around 8-10 developmentally #which would make boba uhhh 4?#anyway it's like a reverse omelas where jango's at the core of it and everyone is Unhappy #but at least in this we'd get to blow omelas up!#probably #idk this was the extent of my thoughts into the idea #someone else should write that #guess who's touch-starved!#the clones literally every single clone #'what is this feeling? is this what a parent feels like?'#clone gets paternal pat on the head 10 dead 7 injured #anyway time for sleep

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