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anasabdulhak · 10 months

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🔪 MEET THE CAST! 🔪

Kim Wright thought she had it all figured out. A great career, a loving boyfriend, and a dream promotion just around the corner. But her world is shattered when said boyfriend Ethan (ugh) shamelessly takes credit for her work and lands her dream job. Fueled by hatred, Kim channels her -weirdly extensive- knowledge of murder mysteries to devise the perfect plan to kill her boyfriend and get away with murder!

Will she go through with it? Will she get away with it? Find out in KILL MY BOYFRIEND #1 launching on Kickstarter next month!

Follow the campaign to get a nudge when we launch to be the first to back it!

(Character design by Tench)

#Kill My Boyfriend #Comics #Indie Comics #Portfolio Day #Character Design #art #Comic Books

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symphonyofsilence · 18 days

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What drives me even more insane about this scene is how you'd expect Gojo to imagine High school era! Geto in the crowd. Or at least not the cult leader, worst of all the curse users Geto Suguru. But no, it's the cult leader Geto. It's Geto as Gojo last remembered him. As Geto last was. Whatever choices Geto made, wherever his choices led him and them, however he was, whoever he was, traumas and messed up ideas and bad choices and ill reputations and scorns and all. Gojo wanted Geto Suguru there. Not any ideal version. Not any "what if" version. Not any "at some point in time before things went downhill" version. Not any "when your hands weren't stained with innocent blood" version. He knew very well what he wanted. And he wanted it all the same. He wanted Geto Suguru. However he was. He just wanted him to be there. He just wanted him to be.

And he didn't want him to help him, he didn't want him to fight with him even if they were strongest together and always fought together for a while. He just wanted him to be there in the crowd and cheer him on. He just wanted him to stand there and give him one of his sweet, heartwarming smiles that shaped his eyes into crescent moons. He just wanted him to be. Then even if Gojo had died in the end anyway, he would have been satisfied. It would have been worth it. Only if Geto was there.

#his love is so pure! it's so real! it drives me insane!#'this is pure love' playing in the background while Gojo said his last words to Geto before his death was a perfect choice!#people died because the strongest sorcerer alive didn't make any move against his batshit boyfriend for 10 years #then couldn't burn his body after he had to kill him. and then froze like a deer in spotlight after he saw his body in the subway #and the same thing is true for Geto his dead body literally came to life to protect Gojo #(the very first case among Kenjaku's many hosts during centuries) even after Gojo had killed him! and he bore no grievance towards Gojo #even in his last moment. to the point that even Nanako & Mimiko knew that Geto had no problem dying by Gojo's hands.#'Whether you come as a lover or an executioner I am ready to receive you.'#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #geto suguru #suguru geto #satosugu #gege akutami #my two cents

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atiglain · 1 year

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One thing to know about me is that I also have an annotated copy of the illiad. It’s an abridged version from my childhood and every time Hector’s name is mentioned it’s surrounded by glitter-gel pen hearts bc he was my first crush as a child.

#When I hit my ankle in a scooter and my dad came over he was like oh you hit your Achilles tendon! And I was like my What. And he was like #Achilles tendon! And I was like don’t say that to me.#The scene where hectors is dragged around by Achilles was super fucked up because that was my BOYFRIEND #AND YOU KILLED HIM

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that-fruitier-emo · 3 months

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I love that there's an entire sub genre of pjo fans that read the books that are just clowning on the new viewers.

Like, the TikTok slideshows that are "Stuff I can't wait to be in the show."

And it's, oh Annabeth is the lightning thief, Annabeth kills Grover, Percy gets with Luke, Percy discoverers that Gabe was Poseidon the entire time, Percy figures out he has an evil twin named Bercy, Bercy kills Luke, and Sally becomes queen of Olympus.

#pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo fandom #percy pjo #grover pjo #annabeth pjo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #luke castellan #sally jackson #how dare you bercy #how dare you kill your brothers boyfriend #annabeth being the lightning thief took me by suprise #sally becoming queen of Olympus was my favorite part #/j

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oberonbronze · 5 months

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yes yes the relationship between mordred and merlin is a tragic portrayal of how devotion can be corrupted and the devastation of watching destiny unfold in front of you out of your control but good lord it is funny. if i was merlin id be astral beaming myself straight into that teenagers head every time arthur bothered me like chop chop you stupid little prophecy boy fuck you

#it’s even funnier when mordred is not actively murderous or resentful and Merlin just has a violent one-sided enemyship with a teenager #go on girl give us nothing!!!#in his defense. mordred was the MOST evil looking child I have ever seen #if a dragon told me he was gonna kill my boyfriend I’d be like yeah man fuckin probably!!!#Merlin #Merlin bbc #merthur #merlin emrys #mordred #arthur pendragon #bbc mordred

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19burstraat · 3 months

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The fact that a lot of the crow's main appreciation for Kaz is "I can tell him anything bc he'll still have done way worse :)" is so... lmaoo. Going to Father 'Double Digits Kill Count' Brekker for confession and he's just behind the screen playing solitaire and saying 'yeah whatever I've done worse' every few minutes. At the end he tells you it's shame that eats men whole and steals your wallet, and then you see him like two days later in a gang brawl

#nina: kaz I accused my boyfriend of being a slaver and got him imprisoned in hellgate in a misguided attempt to protect him #kaz who killed everyone even vaguely involved with the jakob hertzoon scheme: (read at 3:34am)#six of crows #kaz brekker #nina zenik #crooked kingdom #my post

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nart-is-a-monster · 28 days

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ALRIGHT HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII >__</

ok so, this is a PART 1 ¡YES! HI BATZ IM GONNA KILL YOU FOR BEING SO GOOD AT WRITING

:3c

MY BRAIN IS JUST FULL OF THE SCENES OF THE FANFICS I READ

when I read, everything in my brain is just so visual for some reason and then my next move is to make a fucking comic or something, AND YES IM DOING MORE.

Also, yeah this is what I told you about doing something for chapter 5 last time, also remember that fic that was what if varian was the one on the amber instead of his father and then something something happens with the moonstone and then moon stone lives inside of varian?

well...

ehhehehehehehehhehehe

ALSO, OH SHIT!

THE NEXT PART IS GOING TO BE ONLY ON DISCORD OR MAYBE ILL MADE A NEW ACC BC THAT SHIT IS GOING TO BE A LITTLE BIT SPICY AJHKGFAKJGHG

BTW GO AND GIVE SOME LOVE TO @aziraphalesbookkeeper

THIS IS THE LINK OF THE FIC WAAAAAAAAAAA

and I'm going to read the fic again so brb :b

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jonathanthetranswriter · 4 months

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imagine you're at space camp and everything's just super normal until one girl gets picked up by a pink lion and leaves through a portal that said lion opened while carrying a giant sword. like how do you even continue after that. how do you get back on topic.

#how did connie #and or her parents #explain that to whoever was over the camp #like did she just return #like #haha sorry this girl was trying to kill my boyfriend as well as the entire earth bc his mom gave her abandonment issues #because #man that'd be #something to explain your way out of #steven universe

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 4 months

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 60

Part 1 Part 59

The party is already in full swing by the time they pull up. Drunk high schoolers out on the lawn wearing more thought-out costumes than he and Eddie had managed. Their plans before Nancy accosted them in the hallway involved a pizza and a couple tapes from Family Video that Eddie swears he has to see.

It'd been Eddie’s idea; he’d shrugged on one of Steve’s preppy polos – his words, not Steve’s – and one of his acid-wash jeans, and pristine white sneakers, and called it good. Steve had gone along with the concept for lack of a better idea. He’d chosen his favorite Metallica shirt (the one with the hole in the armpit), a pair of Eddie’s black jeans, and Eddie's leather jacket. Eddie had grabbed his battle vest, pushing Steve's arms through it like he was a small child. It’d still been warm from Eddie’s own back.

To finish the look, Eddie had slid each ring off his fingers, matching them perfectly with their usual placements on his own hands. There was something about the way Eddie's hands felt, sliding up the vulnerable sides of Steve's fingers that made him shiver, goosebumps breaking out along his arms.

Eddie's hands had looked bare, almost risqué in their nakedness. Even now, while being packed in at all sides, Steve can't help looking down at them. He wants to push Eddie's hands into his jean pockets, hide the vulnerability of it from everyone else. He doesn't.

Almost the instant they walk through the door, Hargrove shouts, “King Bitch!” holding up his drink, as if to toast Steve’s arrival.

Tommy’s at his side, laughing like no one had ever said anything that funny in his life. Eddie’s fingers tighten around his wrist as he pulls him along.

Barbara and Nancy are hovering around the punch bowl, laughing. Nancy takes a sip of something that looks disturbingly red from her red plastic cup, and Barbara, while empty-handed, looks far happier than she had at Steve’s party all those months ago.

"Looks like they didn't need us at all!" Eddie calls loudly over the music.

Eddie’s bare fingers sneak under his sleeve to caress the skin of his inner wrist. Steve clenches his fist, relaxes it, wonders if Eddie can feel the flexing of his tendons beneath his palm.

“You came!” Nancy calls, handing her drink off to Barbara with a roll of her eyes, as she throws herself at both of them, wrapping an arm around each of their shoulders and pulling them into her smaller frame. She looks down at the pair of them, brow furrowed. “What are you two even wearing?”

The angle hurts his back, even more so when he turns his head to raise an eyebrow at Eddie, who’s already doing the same. “Well, you see,” Eddie says, trying to eel out of her arms with little to no success. “I’m dressed as the king, and Steve’s my noble jester, of course!”

Nancy opens her mouth, looking up at him with a bitchy expression, but Steve interrupts her, “I said we would.” He says it loud enough to be heard over the thrumming music.

“Are you drunk?” Eddie asks, looking at Nancy with befuddlement. Steve can’t blame him. Nancy’s behavior toward him can usually be called catty at best. Not that Eddie doesn’t usually give as good as he gets, but it’s still bizarre to see Nancy’s arm wrapped so familiarly around him.

“No!” Nancy yells, at the same time Barbara says, “yes,” with an exasperated sigh.

“I only had two drinks. When she pulls out of the embrace, she’s already pouting. “I only had two drinks.

Steve holds his hand out toward Barbara, who hands over Nancy’s drink, even as the other girl complains. Steve takes a tentative sip, curious. It goes down like battery acid. It makes him lightheaded and queasy instantaneously. Probably just from the fumes.

“What the fuck is that?” he asks, sputtering. He rubs his tongue with his fingers, hoping to scrub the remnants of that taste off his tongue for good. Eddie’s hand, where it’s still wrapped around his wrist, nudges against his chin.

“It’s pure fuel,” Barbara replies, laughter audible in her tone, even as Nancy nods enthusiastically.

Steve, still grimacing at the lingering taste, drops his hand, rubbing his saliva off on his borrowed pants. “That’s rancid.”

“This is what the Kingdom has fallen to without their King,” Eddie says with a sigh. For some reason, his cheeks are pink, like he’d been the one drinking that garbage.

Steve shrugs, “Carol always used to mix the drinks.”

“Of course, she did,” Eddie says, rolling his eyes.

Barb nods in agreement, but Steve had made the mistake of handing Nancy back her drink, so she was immediately long-sufferingly trying to corral her friend to stop drinking.

Steve flows into the groove of partying quickly. He fades into the music, smiles at his friends, lets the waves flow over him. He’s happy, with Eddie by his side, and friends coming in and out of view.

Enter: Jonathan Byers.

Steve’s breathing picks up, and suddenly the pack of bodies is suffocating. He can feel sweat slick his forehead, and his vision goes a little fuzzy along the edges. He pushes past bodies with no regard, ignoring the startled complaints that follow in his wake.

Steve grabs the lapel of Jonathan’s shirt in both fists, like a kid afraid of losing his Mom in the store. And he is; he’s afraid.

“Where’s Will?” he asks, pulling Jonathan’s t-shirt, stretching out the collar around his neck.

Jonathan’s eyes widen. He reaches out, covering Steve’s hands on his shirt and squeezing. “He’s fine,” Jonathan says. “He’s trick-or-treating with his friends.” There are spots in Steve’s eyes. “Breath, dude.”

Steve inhales, ragged and aching. “You didn’t go with them?”

Before Jonathan can answer, Eddie is there, big palms on Steve’s shoulder, squeezing. He leans forward, whispers in Steve’s ear. “Let’s go outside, sweetheart.”

Steve nods, letting Eddie lead him past the throng of partygoers, pulling Jonathan along as well by the hem of his shirt, still clutched in one of Steve’s fists hard enough to hurt.

They emerge out on Tina’s back porch. It’s dark, but the fresh air hits Steve and his lungs finally expand.

“Jonathan?” Steve asks, wheezy and breathless.

Jonathan meets his eyes, quickly pulling something out of his pocket. When Steve looks down, it’s a walkie-talkie, the same kind the party is so fond of using.

“He begged me to go with his friends,” Jonathan says, talking fast like he’s afraid Steve will punch him if he doesn’t get the words out quickly enough. Or pass out on him. “I told him he’d have to radio in every half hour, on the dot, or I’d call Hop.”

Steve breaths in, breaths out, feels Eddie’s hand steadying the small of his back. “And he has been?” Steve asks.

Jonathan nods, slow, like any sudden movements will spook Steve.

“Well, then!” Eddie says, massaging Steve’s shoulders quick and dirty a few times until Steve melts into his hands. Steve’s bereft when he drops his hands to join their impromptu circle. Eddie digs around in Steve’s pocket, pulling out a pristine joint with a quirked brow. “I think some of us could maybe chill the fuck out right about now.”

Steve rolls his eyes when Eddie looks pointedly his way, but dutifully swipes the joint from Eddie’s hand. He slides it in his mouth, feels it stick to the inside of his lip as he leans forward for Eddie to light it.

The first hit sends him coughing. Jonathan claps his back companionably as he passes the joint to him. Jonathan, suspiciously, doesn’t cough at all. Neither does Eddie, but that’s to be expected.

A few more rounds of puff puff pass, and Steve’s so relaxed he flows onto the ground. Eddie laughs, passes the joint to Jonathan, and plops down beside Steve, patting his thigh.

Eddie’s smiling down at him in a way that makes Steve’s stomach populate with butterflies by the handful. He looks teasing, like he’s thinking of the best thing to say. Steve suddenly knows he’s going to speak and then he does. “Are you alright down there, princess?” he asks. “All calmed down?”

He swallows his desert-dry mouth and hopes his voice comes out clear. God forbid he fucks up so badly Eddie invites Jonathan to warm his bed instead. “Yeah,” he says, throat cracking around the word. In a bid to redeem himself, Steve clears his throat, swirling his spit around to help rehydrate. “I can see the future?” he says, voice lilting upward at the end like it’s a question.

Eddie leans forward, hand patting Steve’s cheek gently. It feels nice. Steve leans into the touch. “Are you serious?” he asks. “Is this another superpower thing?”

Steve wobbles one of his hands together in a wishy-washy gesture that his brain gets caught in. It feels nice, the stagnant night’s air smacking against his palm so he does it faster, smiling.

“He’s just high,” Jonathan says, turning just enough that Steve can see the bottom of his chin. He looks weird from down below. Gargantuan.

Eddie flops gracelessly beside him, burrowing the back of his head into Steve’s ribs. “Damn, so you can’t see the future?” he asks, whining. “We could use another Supergirl.”

Steve’s too busy watching Jonathan to argue over not knowing any supergirls again. Jonathan’s leaning against the railing, and Steve knows, suddenly, that he’s going to take another drag from the dwindling remnants of the joint. And then he does.

“I can see three seconds into the future,” he says wonderingly, still smiling.

Eddie burrows his head harder into Steve’s ribs until Steve brings his hand up to pet clumsily through his hair. “Ugh, you got my hopes up.”

“I’m a supergirl.”

Jonathan and Eddie are laughing at him, but Steve’s looking up at the shitty overhang above Tina’s wonderous porch and wishing it was gone. He wants to see the sky, the stars splashing out above him. He wants to pluck them from the sky and put them, still flaming, into Eddie’s hair.

He wants.

Something answers his wishes. The overhang is gone, rotted away from above him so the white specks can rain down on his face. He holds up his hand, hoping it’ll be cold enough for snow. Even with the red sky, even with Eddie gone from beside him, Steve hopes.

But when he brings it down to his eyes, the stuff smears along his palm, just like ash. Maybe he can’t see into the future. He would’ve seen this.

He would’ve predicted the way the shadows stripe themselves across his face, blotting out all the red in the worst way possible. He would’ve predicted the way that thing seems to move without moving at all.

He didn’t.

Steve sobs, just once. And then, Steve does what he does best: he runs.

Part 61

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#steve harrington #steddie #my fic #eddie munson #steddie upsidedown au #one of my favorite parts so far #nancy is so fun to work on in this bc while she's had SOME character development bc of the Upside-Down #this is very much still closer to season 1 nancy. none of this has touched her. all of her people are here. no one she cares greatly about #has been killed or hurt #so she's just having fun and studying and hanging out with her friend and boyfriend #also headcanon that barb took Steve's advise and just started hanging out with jon and nancy #shes part of their relationship like. tangentially now #plus Nancy's shiny new boyfriend feelings have worn off enough that she remembered she has friends

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