#on top of that he can also chain two things together and cause them to react to one another

[marriedtobigfoot]

Steve ends up heartbroken, lonely and depressed after season 2. Nancy called him bullshit, even after he ditched all his old friends for her. Billy Hargrove took his spot at the top of the food chain. He can have it, Steve doesn't really want it anymore. But Steve does want to find some sort of connection. Someone to have in his life who isn't an 11 year old kid he barely knows. He tries to go on a date one night, take a nice-seeming girl to a party. He wants to find connection, to kill the loneliness that's been building for months, but just as he's feeling kind of good about things, his date ditches him.

So. He decides to drink his feelings. He gets majorly fucked up, and ends up laying on the ground in the backyard, contemplating how much life seems to hate him.

Only to literally get tripped over by Eddie Munson, who was at this party selling pot and is very confused as to why Steve Harrington is alone on the ground with a bottle of vodka clenched in one hand.

Eddie ends up chatting a little with Steve, nothing substantial, but enough to know that Steve is very very drunk, and also very very sad.

He asks if Steve wants to go back to the party, and Steve staunchly refuses. He doesn't want to be around a bunch of annoyingly happy people.

He asks if Steve needs a ride home, and Steve just kind of shrugs. His parents just left for another trip, so home is kind of depressing right now too. But he doesn't exactly have any other friends he can stay with so. Home it'll have to be.

Only Eddie can *tell* he doesn't really want to go home, though he has no idea why Steve wouldn't want to return to his veritable mansion after a shitty night. The reason doesn't matter much. He offers to let Steve crash at his place. Steve can take the couch, or hell he can stay in Eddie's room if he doesn't mind sharing, that way he wouldn't risk being woken up when Wayne comes home that morning.

And well, Steve agrees. Can't think of any reason not too. Munson has been nice so far, he's got a good easy-going energy that Steve likes. Why not stay the night.

By the time they get to Eddie's, Steve is *slightly* more sober. Not much, but he's slurring his words a little less, and he can walk with only a little help.

Eddie grabs them each a little plate of leftovers, because he has no idea if Steve's eaten at all. It's quiet while they eat, Eddie doesn't push Steve to talk, and Steve isn't sure what to say. Eventually Eddie sets the plates aside and give Steve an easy grin.

"So, do you want the couch, or are you crashing with me?"

Steve thinks about it for a while. He hasn't shared a bed with a guy-friend since he was a kid, and he's heard rumors about Eddie, whispers in the hall about the way he looks at other guys. But...Steve can't really bring himself to care. He's tired, and he really doesn't want to be alone.

"I don't mind sharing."

Eddie sets them both up in his room, letting Steve choose which side of the bed he wants, and they both settle in. There's a respectable distance between the two of them, and Eddie says a quick goodnight to Steve, figures they won't talk and just go right to bed.

Except Steve isn't sober, and he really isn't in a good headspace, so he can't stop himself from blurting things out into the quiet of the dark room.

"Are you really gay?"

Eddie stiffens next to him, he can feel it, he can hear the way that the other boys breath cuts off and he seems to stop breathing all-together.

"It's okay if you are, I'm not going to be an asshole about it, I'm trying not to be that guy anymore. I guess I was just curious."

It's quiet for another beat before Eddie seems to loosen just a little. He starts breathing again at least.

"Yeah I uh- I am. Gay. And if that's weird the couch is still open, I can-"

"It's not weird."

"Okay."

Steve let's himself mull over this confirmation, and then his mouth starts moving again, without his permission.

"Is it lonely? Cause I mean, it's got to be hard to date in Hawkins. People here are shitty. Unless you've got like, a secret boyfriend or something."

"No...no secret boyfriend. It does get a little lonely sometimes. I'm lucky though, I've got my uncle, and my friends are pretty great. That's enough most days."

"What do you do when it's not enough?"

"Hmmm?"

"When your uncle and friends aren't enough, what do you do? To try and...make it better?"

Eddie is quiet again for a long stretch before he shrugs.

"I try to focus on something else. I'll play my guitar or work on a new campaign, read a book. Something to take my mind off it."

"Oh."

Now Steve is the one who seems tense, his jaw is tight and he's got his arms wrapped around himself. His next words come out as a whisper, but Eddie manages to catch them.

"I don't know how to do any of that."

He sounds almost choked, and Eddie is caught off guard. He's never seen Steve Harrington as anything other than solid, as happy. He's the king, after all. He's supposed to be all smiles and great hair. Only...Eddie's noticed that he hasn't hung out with his old friends lately, that he's eaten alone at lunch too many times to be anything other than strange.

"Steve...are you lonely?"

Eddie expects a denial, for Steve to laugh it off and tell Eddie that he's perfectly fine and fulfilled. Or maybe he expects a shrug, a non-answer. What he doesn't expect is the gut-wrenching sob that seems to tear past the other boys lips.

He doesn't expect to turn and see Steve Harrington's face, a scant foot from his, shining with tears.

He panics a little at the sight.

"Fuck- I'm so sorry-"

"Don't be." Steve tries to wipe his eyes, to hide the tremble in his voice. "Not your fault there's something wrong with me."

"What do you mean?"

"It's like I'm broken man, like nobody can stand to be around me. Tommy and Carol hate me now, Nancy- hell even my own parents hate being at home with me for more than a week. It's like I'm repellent or something. Couldn't even get a date to stick around for a whole night."

And Eddie's pretty sure *he* might start crying now. He'd never have expected this much from Steve, all that sadness to come pouring out. It wouldn't have happened if Steve was completely sober. Without thinking, he reaches out.

Eddie puts a hand on Steve's shoulder and waits to see if the touch gets rejected, but Steve seems to lean into him, so he lets his hand linger.

"This probably won't help, but I don't think you're repellent. And that's coming from somebody who your whole group used to torture. I don't know much about you, but I kind of liked having you around tonight."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Steve gives him a tiny smile. His eyes are still wet with tears, and the smile doesn't come close to reaching them. He seems impossibly small here in Eddie's bed.

"I don't know man. I just wish-"

He cuts himself off, apparently deciding his words are too far, but Eddie urges him to keep talking.

"What do you wish Steve?"

"I just wish that... there was somebody out there I could have a future with. Somebody who actually loved me, you know?"

It might be the saddest thing Eddie's ever heard, and he blames that fact for what he does next.

He takes his hand off Steve's shoulders and instead hauls Steve closer to him, fitting the other boy against his chest and wrapping his arms around him. It's a move that might get him decked, but he doesn't think it will. And he'll be damned if he doesn't hug Steve right that second.

He doesn't get hit. Steve tenses for a second, but it's just that one instant before he's melting into the embrace.

Eddie feels more tears falling against his shirt, and he couldn't care less. He keeps Steve close, let's him cry into his chest, runs a hand through that famous mop of hair.

He isn't sure how long it takes for Steve to calm down, but eventually he does. His breathing evens out, and he shivers a little before speaking.

"Thanks man."

And Eddie takes another leap of faith.

"I could be that person, you know."

"What?"

"I mean. You know Im... not straight. It may not be exactly what you're wanting but. I think I could picture a future with you. If you want to, just for tonight...I could be that someone who loves you."

Steve looks at Eddie, like he's a puzzle that he needs to solve, before a other shiver seems to wrack his body.

"Just for tonight?"

It comes out as a whisper, but Eddie hears it all the same.

"Yeah. For tonight Steve."

"I think...I think I'd like that."

Eddie gives him the sweetest smile he can muster, and nods.

"Alright sweetheart."

Eddie isn't exactly sure what it means, to love Steve for the night. After all, Steve is straight. He figures it doesn't matter much though, it's only for a night.

He keeps a hold on Steve, let's him get comfortable tucked against Eddie, and he does what feels natural. He runs a hand up and down Steve's spine, traces shapes into the soft fabric of his shirt. He tangles their legs together, and in a moment of insane bravery he presses a kiss to the top of Steve's head.

He's met with a sigh, full of relief, and figures he's on the right track.

"Just close your eyes Stevie, I've got you."

"Can you tell me about it?"

"Hmmm?"

"The future. You said you could see one. Can you tell me?"

And he asks so carefully, he sounds almost afraid, Eddie can't say no to that.

"Do you want the fantasy future, or the realistic future?"

"The real one."

"Alright then. Well, if I'm not going to be a rich and famous rockstar...I'll probably graduate and get a job somewhere in town. A real job, maybe working on cars or something. I'm good with cars. You'd come over all the time, have dinners with me and with Wayne. You'd have to meet Wayne. And we'd have more nights like this, sleeping close."

Steve let's out a pleased sounding hum, and shifts his face so it's buried even closer in Eddie's neck. He can feel Steve's breath on him.

"We could save up money and get a little place together, somewhere outside Hawkins. I have to stay kind of close, for my uncle, but maybe Indy?"

Steve nods, mutters something about staying close 'just in case'. He sounds like he might fall asleep, so Eddie keeps going.

"We could get an apartment, nothing too fancy. We would get two rooms, so nobody gets suspicious, but we would share a bed most nights. I'd play with my band on weekends, just for fun, and you'd join some little local sports team. I'd make sure to schedule DND nights so that I never miss a single game, even though I don't understand a damn thing about sports. We would come home for holidays, but most of the time it would just be us. I'd take good care of you, make sure you never go more than a few hours without me telling you I love you. I'll show up wherever you're working just to give you a hug and a kiss, and make sure you don't forget it. And I'll annoy the hell out of, but you won't mind too much, because I'll make you happy too."

Eddie can think of more. He can think about so many things. How he could give Steve one of his rings, even if they couldn't legally get married, even if Steve would never want that. Just as another reminder that he's loved. They could take trips together and go out to parties where Steve will never have to worry about getting ditched. Eddie doesn't do things halfway, and he has a hell of an imagination. He could picture them growing old together, if he tried, if he let himself. But this is just for tonight, so he doesn't. Instead he runs a hand through Steve's hair again, and listens to his quiet breathing. He thinks he may have fallen asleep, but he's wrong.

"That sounds nice."

It comes out muffled, spoken into Eddie's neck, but he manages to make it out, and he let's the vibration of it sink into his skin.

*It's only for tonight.*

He has to remind himself, because Steve is just feeling lonely. He doesn't want that future with Eddie, he just wants to feel loved.

But even if it's just pretend, just to help Steve for a few hours, he's okay with that.

Steve may think he's broken, but Eddie thinks he would be easy to love for a long time. Loving him for one night is nothing. He doesn't even have to try.

Tomorrow Steve will wake up sober, and he'll thank Eddie for letting him stay over, and they won't talk about it. Eddie will drive Steve back to his car in silence, and they'll say their goodbyes. They may not talk ever again, they never had before.

But for tonight? Eddie Munson will love Steve Harrington, and Steve? He'll let himself be loved, let himself beleive it. And he'll love Eddie right back.

Just for one night.

And if Steve ever needs it again? Eddie will love him for another night. And Steve will give that love right back. He's got plenty to spare, after all. And there's far worse people he could share it with.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington whump #steve is sad #eddie helps #pre-season 4 #this takes place between seasons 2 and 3 #I wrote this in a fit of insanity while I was supposed to be working #hope yall like it

[yearningaces]

What would bring angst to nyx and his s/o's relationship?

Would there be any "bad pre conceived ideas" agasint nyxs s/o from others of his kind?

Also, weird question: Could his species breed with humans and have a viable offspring?? What would that child be like? Would it be more human with some rabbit traits or the opposite?

While I'm the main proponent of no NSFW prompts this is plain scientific curiosity and that I encourage

Talks of reproduction capabilities and results in the most scientific ramble below heads up

If Nyx's partner has a uterus (and if he wasn't either ace due to my preference or just did something out of curiosity) I'd say it's similar to two animals from sister species having offspring. A donkey and a horse can produce a mule but mules can't have offspring together. Due to unmatched chromosomes from the horse and donkey counterparts mostly, so they're infertile.

If a rabbit-hybrid and human had a kid, it would be low chance, and would take on more traits of the more dominant species, a human.

This could work many different ways, but mostly how you phrased it, a rabbit-hybrid that looks more human like than others.

As for your first remarks, absolutely.

Nyx is a prey species, his family is a prey species and they live in a community of burrows where other rabbit-hybrids live. Humans are by nature predators and as such are usually larger, stronger, and far more dangerous. Humans do eat rabbits, I have before when my folks hunted some down and added them to the family gathering menu

Nyx got off on the best foot with his human because they(you) saved his life, proving that humans can be just as helpful as they can harmful. For Nyx, it takes a long time of convincing his family to just meet you, and also to let him leave the burrow again because he promised to meet up with you and they were terrified for his life.

Cause to rabbit-hybrids or prey species hybrids, humans are hunters, carnivores at the top of their food chain by sheer force of will and intelligence, having grown to outrank their own predators. Humans are feared, respected from afar for the good that they can do, but mostly feared. In a way it's almost superstitious like when a human talks about fae

"never accept their food or else you'll be hooked" humans are just damn good cooks. "Never allow them to take you away, you'll return knowing little of your own world and remember unfathomable knowledge." If you let a stray cat come inside it's gonna get socialized to a person through effort. It's gonna forget how to survive on its own bc it's taken good care of by it's human and will learn how to 'converse' with humans and human ways. Am I making sense?

There's also generally separation between humans and most prey like species. Obviously some couple together but it's a more unpopular thing to see and can be a bit difficult.

There's also a power imbalance in the relationship that's always needing to be remembered. Nyx is small and weak compared to his human partner, he can easily be scared by them and while sometimes it's fun, his human has to remember to be calm with him. One big explosion of anger towards him and he'll fall back on instincts and flee and hide. Then it's an emotional mess for everyone because you scared your bunny boy and he wants to feel safe and only feels safest when you hold him but you're the one that scared him and he's lost at that moment.

Challenges but damn the sweet moments make it worth it

#letters of yearning #nyx the bunnyboy #tw pregnancy #i love world building #x reader #humans are space orcs #can you tell ive hit ultimate ramble times? love it favorite way to discuss and explain

[majorproblems77]

It's LU Update time!!!!!

Dawn 6 was fun, I enjoyed this update.

Wild has fear, four is a gremlin and SKY MY BELOVED RETURNS

Now this post is LONG so grab some popcorn and some water!

So let's get into it! - Spoilers abound, obviously

From the top!

First off im gonna talk about a parallel, I've pulled up the conversation between Wild and Four from Sunset 7 - 9 Cause I've noticed something.

I'll be bringing up Sunset 7 - 9 more so keep an eye out!

Here is the scene from sunset 7, where we see four near the stable

He could be using the house as a metaphor. Wild going to Twilight was out of the question at the time. He was not in his right mind. It was not up for debate.

He was closed off.

And here is the one from the new update

He's more open to discussion. But he is still not entirely open. His body acts as the barrier rather than the house. I like this top down view, it really opens up the area.

And opens up the floor for discussion. But he's still on guard.

Especially facing the stable.

He's going through his bag here, but he looks guarded. Which I assume is him still thinking about how they last spoke. He knows Wild is coming, assuming he asked Hyrule to tell him.

Now wild

I like that he thinks of Zelda as he's approaching Four. It's really quite sweet, and shows that he probably doesn't see himself as a diplomat after everything. Makes me think what's happening back in Wild's world?

Is Zelda bringing the people together back home? Is she trying to put together some form of government? Who knows?

Now

Another parallel which got me excited

We see Four and wild standing in the same frame facing each other twice in Sunset 7

Here And

Here.

In both frames Wild is slouched, getting down to Four's level, or close enough to it.

But in dawn 6 there's only one. And it's this.

Wild is stood to his full height and just Takes responsibility. He even appears to be standing to attention here. It shows just how much he's had to change in such a short period. Wild is a knight after all. He's got that ingrained in him.

I wonder how Warriors would react if he saw this conversation, Wild is acting like he's talking to a superior. Maybe he sees the Chain as superior to him?

Im so proud of the Wild child. He's a good man.

Moving on...

We know Four asked Wild here to give him the new Sword. (Which I'll talk about later cause I love it)

So his confusion here is understandable.

Now we get the shock and the crossed arms. Four is still understandably angry at Wild for the last time they spoke. As they don't interact again after Sunset 9. Not really. We get the passing comments from Wild. But Four says nothing.

Sunset 12

And Sunset 13 for reference

So this conversation is important

Jojo is spoiling us with these full body shots as well

Wild child

Now we get to Wild's apology

These two panels especially. Wild was scared. Really scared. We know from prior comic chapters that Wild and Twilight have a history and that they are a set. The way Wilds face screws up here.

He was worried. As they all were. But with his connection to Twilight being that much deeper he would have been feeling the pressure.

Four is also super expressive. I love how he looks here. As the fight they had. Now that clearer heads have prevailed. Was caused by both parties. They were stressed. And stressed people especially heroes are more prone to anger.

I love these panels.

Wilds face is just, so sweet. Fours is just adorable.

And the hand shake! I love them

Now this must be said

Gremlin four! Gremlin four!

I love Wilds expression here as he twists. He was clearly very side lined by the whole. There's four of you thing.

Quadruplets - Oh i love that

Now we get to the sword!

Wild's panel has me screaming I love him

He's all proud oh himself for apologising then four pulls out the sword. and he's like.

Oh damn

You can see on wilds face just how much this means to him

Just look at him

He looks so happy

Which is a big change from the last few days for him. It's nice to see him happy for once. :D

Now this has absolutely been said by someone somewhere.

But

It's dangerous to go alone Wild! Take this! :D

He looks at the sword like an old friend. Which, to be honest. Is fair. In fact, a lot of the links look at their swords like this.

You know i cant go one update without mentioning the background faces. Look at this little gremlin stance.

Love him

Now

The moment you have clearly been waiting for if you've followed me for any length of time.

MY BLORBO HAS RETURNED TO US!!!!!!!!

MY SWEET BLORBO BELOVED

Oh, I got sooooo many happy hands, Blorbo beloved it been agesssssss! (Last time we saw Sky was Dawn 4)

Oh lordy, he's sweating, he's probably been running all over town trying to find everyone after getting the letters.

He running

God this panel is my fave of the entire thing, Sky is a mood and i love everything about him.

Just

The face

His face gives me so much life and I love him so much

The return of the king

Or in this case

Gremlin Sky.

There's no denying that he read all those letters. They were all addressed to Link after all. And in technicality, He is Link. The first Link. And the mailman did give them all to him after all.

Do you think there was a love letter from Malon in that pile he got? Do you think he flushed it?

>:D

Jojo that cliffhanger is gonna kill me, Im so looking forward to finding out what was in those letters!

And that's a wrap!!!

Oh boy, that was long. Thanks for sticking with it! Now, I fade until I am needed again!

Remember to drink some water, eat a snack and stretch! Remember you've got this!

:D

#Dawn 6 #Linked universe spoilers #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu wild #lu four #u sky #THE BLORBO IS BACK EVERYBODY #HES BACK! #I MISSED HIM #ramble corner with major #Long post! #Maybe i should start labeling these? #How about #Corner of LU updates #Man this room im building has a lot of rooms #:D

[becasworldsstuff]

Something

-> pairings: mafia!stucky x fem!reader, mafia!bucky x reader x mafia!steve

-> warnings: violence, blood, torture, use of knives and gun, crying, ptsd, flinching

-> summary: Bucky’s and Steve’s girl gets kidnapped and hurt, but even though she’s smart nothing is going to be as it was before

Bucky and Steve had everything they always desired, they were sure, their power was unmatched in New York, nothing nor no one could have ever tried to be a menace for them, at least that’s what they thought.

That morning, after leaving the bed and their sleepy girlfriend, a car had dropped them in one of their offices where they were running a deal with some other mobs, everything was perfect, till they received a box, a box with a bloodied heart pendant, the chain of it was brutally ripped far away from the closure, the gold necklace was heavy and dirty, but they could’ve recognized everywhere, and everyone in that room too, the heart necklace belonged to Y/N, the girl they safely left in their bed that same morning.

The main bedroom of the mansion was messy, the bed had ripped sheets, on the floor there were clear drops of blood and nails scratches were evident on the carpet, Sam stood with a hand on the door watching inside the room, he was going to wake up y/n since she hadn’t answered neither his call nor his messages, but once he had stepped in the room his heart had dropped, every sound was completely muffled.

She was crying in a paddle of her own blood, her sight blurred and ears ringing, sweat adorned her face with blood and tears, while her head hanged to the side of an enormous room. She had been woken up by the sound of someone opening her door and everything happened in an instant, while memories started to coming back rapidly, her hands went automatically to her chest where she thought she’d find her necklace, but instead she only felt a liquid coating on her neck and on the top of her breasts, y/n began to scream, without an intention, without an idea, she just screamed while sobbing and looking at her red hands.

By the time, her throat felt soar due to the screaming and that little light that peaked trough the windows now was long gone, her eyes were full of big tears while that were her only way of wash away blood from her face, her nose was bleeding and her lips too.

She was left alone in the dark and cold for a days and a couple of hours, nothing in her system, stomach growling and throat aching. Swallowing was becoming harder, someone would get in front of her sometimes, throwing ice cold water, this also worsened her situation causing goosebumps all over her body.

Her bloody chest and face were cleaned thanks to the water, leaving behind red and fresh signs of the hands that had taken away her necklace. Her head began to feel dizzy but she fought against it after hearing sounds of gunshots. Her boys were the first thing that crossed her mind even though she lost her hope hours ago, she only hoped that if they wanted to kill her they’ll do it fast.

James was the first to cross the door and y/n was sure she was hallucinating when he moved towards her, that anyway didn’t stopped her from trying to flinch away from him, carefully he took in her situation swallowing hard, his stomach tight.

Steve just peeked in, than he looked over Sam

“I want everyone dead, they better be in line so I can see them all and shot a final bullet trough their inexistent brains” Sam hurried outside.

That silence that followed the last gunshot was the most loud silence every one of Steve and Bucky’s men ever heard, no one dared to even breath to loud, the only sound that broke the silence was y/n painful scream that laced everyone heart as she continued bleeding.

Once at home, and the three were in their chambers all snuggled together, the boys let some tears fall remembering of their lover blood that kept making the bathtub change color, her face was directed towards the ceiling but her heart rested warmly between the two bodies.

She felt finally safe

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes fanfic #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x y/n #steve rogers x reader #stevebucky #stucky x y/n #stucky x reader #stucky x you

[fateinthestars]

Can we get a wishes uniform analysis please?! 🙏❤️

I'm guessing this is cos of the ramble I did about Punishments' Uniform and how Zyglavis is the only one who wears it 100% correctly here

Well Wishes is more unique to each person (or do I mean less consistent? 🤣(Seriously though just a more relaxed dress code probably)), but let's see.

With the neckwear being different for everyone the specific thing to look at here is probably more the buttons, so I needed to go take screenshots of when they're standing further back... you'll hopefully see what I mean in a moment:

If there is a 'correct' way to wear the Wishes uniform, Teorus seems to be the closest to it. The only other person who even bothers to use the chains that link the jacket buttons together is Tauxolouve but there's other issues with his. Even here Teorus isn't using all three so it's still not absolutely immaculate like Zyglavis is in Punishments.

I'm gonna include Hue here in the top as well though. Whilst he isn't using the chains his jacket is immaculately straight compared to the others in Wishes.

The neckwear in Wishes seems to be individualised (whereas in Punishments if you're wearing a tie it's gotta be a tie and it's gotta be black). White could make the most sense for Wishes in theory as I think gold would probably be over the top, but I think again Teo is the only one wearing White and it's a cravat rather than a Tie. I'm staring at Hue's sprite trying to work out whether that's some form of tie with the water-bearer symbol as a tie pin type thing or whether it's more like a necklace type thing. (Thanks to @juliettebbgamer seems likely it's a String/Cowboy/Bolo Tie - so yeah as before Teorus and Huedhaut seem the closest to showing off how the Wishes uniform is supposed to be worn)

Let's go to the Wishes' Ministers next shall we?

Now neither Leon or Karno have their jacket done up at all and let it just flow away, but Karno has his collar down properly and is also wearing a tie. (This tie and his human outfit... is red Karno's favourite colour?)

Talking of neckwear something occurred to me earlier when talking to @pwamisaurus : In Ichthys' main story at the end the King gives him a ring to subdue his powers whilst on Earth. If jewellery can be used in that manner, considering Leon's powers were causing problems even with them sealed with a mark of sin, his necklace could be doing a similar thing - meanwhile I was wondering whether Ichthys' is more to do with helping his energy levels or somesuch due to his mortality.

I've one final note on this: It looks to me as though one of the reasons Karno doesn't do his jacket up is cos he likes putting his hands in his pockets. Does he need to keep his hands occupied somehow? Like he's a very insistent hand-holder with MC even before they pretend to date his route, let alone when they actually are.

Okay onto the last two now:

I'm not gonna put Tauxolouve and Aigonorus side by side because poor Lou is trying. As I said before he's the only other one who uses any of the chains but look at the state of that vest... this is gonna be to do with Lou struggling with little detailed work isn't it? Those vest buttons are tiny, and it looks like he's only bothered to get the top one done up.

That purple cravat always feels a little too large to me too but I do really like it aside from that.

Oh my sweet Aigonorus. Of course your uniform is the most in a state. But... there's something that's been bugging me about this: You're telling me Aigo of all people could be bothered with a tie? Like, sure, he's put it barely on and really haphazardly but I would have thought Aigo would be more comfortable without one. Maybe he found a really soft tie and that's what he likes about it? 😆

The other thing that was bugging me was the colour, though @pwamisaurus is right - it's grey. Even without it being black it still feels more like one of Punishments' rather than something Wishes would wear.

#scm #star crossed myth #scm teorus #scm huedhaut #scm leon #scm karno #scm tauxolouve #scm aigonorus #scm ramble

[bisexualcacti]

Summary: your life in Hawkins has been pretty normal so far, but things get a little complicated when one of your friends, Chrissy Cunningham, is found dead (if by little you mean literally entering another dimension to save the town from a murderous monster with freaky powers)

Pairings: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2540

A/N: Hey!!! This is my first time writing a fic and also, English is not my first language, so apologies for any sort of grammatical mistakes or if anything sounds weird. I finished s4 and had the urge to write something for these two dorks so I hope you guys like it. The fic will probably go through the span of the season so the last chapters will probably come out by the time s4 is over. Happy pride month!!!

Edit: if someone would like to be added to a taglist for the next part, dm me ;)

PART 1 - THE LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE

It’s funny when you think about how a group of people can come together just to get the worst out of everyone. Steve Harrington, Tommy H., Carol Perkins, Nancy Wheeler, and you. “Friends” you’d call yourselves. As if.

Out of the bunch, you only ever really knew Nancy and Steve, mostly since you never felt like they belonged there with you, and you meant that in the most flattering way. Tommy H. was an asshole, simple as that, and Carol was basically a trash can with a mouth, just full of garbage. Steve was more of a special case. You didn’t like him, but you knew that wasn’t really his fault. It’s just that looking at him felt like looking at you, and every time you saw him you saw the same fucking image that haunted you daily when you’d wake up and look at yourself in the mirror. A loser who’s so fucking scared of being cast out that she’d rather be a miserable idiot with no opinions or thoughts of her own than to be herself.

Most likely ‘cause who you were scared the shit out of you.

Lastly, there was Nancy. Sweet, smart, good ol’ Nancy Wheeler. She wasn’t like you. You could tell from a mile away that she had a soul, unlike the bunch of you. Maybe that’s why you treated her the shittiest, hoping that at some point she’d have enough of your vicious digs against her and would tell you all to go fuck yourselves. Turns out, you didn’t even need to try that hard. The moment she left Steve for Jonathan everything started to crumble. It was soon after that that Steve got tired of Tommy’s shitty attitude and sent you all packing too, which you admit made you a bit jealous, but also happy for him if you were being quite honest.

Your happiness didn’t last though, since as soon as he left came Billy. He would flirt with you relentlessly, but you would shut it down every time. It didn’t discourage him, though. Quite the opposite if you were being honest, as it just made him try harder. Only after the mall fire did he finally stop. Since he was, y’know, dead. That year, Tommy and Carol graduated and that marked the definitive end to your little gang, but you wouldn’t let yourself be a nobody after all the hard work you put in to fit.

So, you made new friends, joined the Hawkins High cheerleading squad and started to hang out with the basketball team. Chrissy Cunningham became your new bestie, and you were once again at the top of Hawkins High food chain, officially untouchable.

None of them compared to her though.

Not thinking about her was hard. Being honest with yourself, there hasn’t been a day you haven’t thought about her since you both went separate ways. Robin had that effect on people. It was especially hard now, though, since you saw her every single fucking time the team had a game. Her and that stupid little red head she kept smiling to.

The both of you used to be thick as thieves once, in middle school, when you were still a huge fucking nerd and Robin was the outcast that completed your little duo. But then, by the end of middle school, you started to feel... different. Your feelings towards Robin started to change in ways that shouldn’t be possible, ways that weren’t natural. Girls didn’t feel this way about other girls. There was something wrong with you, you... you were broken. So, you freaked out, shut yourself off to her, and the moment the both of you started high school, you became a totally different person.

Yet, Robin had another version of the story.

“Hey,” someone waved their hand across your face. “earth to Y/N. What are you staring at?” Chrissy followed your gaze towards Robin, who made awkward conversation with Vickie Whatever-the-fuck-her-name-is, and you turned to look at her, realizing you were staring.

Clearing your throat, you responded. “Oh, um, it’s nothing.”

Now, one thing you knew is, Chrissy Cunningham, contrary to popular belief, isn’t stupid, so the moment she looked at you with a cocked brow you knew you were about to be called out unless you redirected the conversation right at that moment.

“So, um, are you coming to the party after the game?”

Apparently, that put her on edge, since she tensed beside you and avoided your gaze. “No, I–um, have to go home, y’know, get changed first,”

You thought about asking, but it truly was none of your business, lest it be she start questioning you about why the hell you were looking at Robin.

“God, I sure do hope they win something for once. It gets kinda embarrassing always cheering for the losing team,” you sigh rubbing your neck. 

Chrissy laughs in that all too charming way that reminds you of why half the basketball team trip over themselves to even get a word in with her. Big shiny smile and a cute tiny nose all scrunched up. Man, if you weren’t so hopelessly in love with someone else you’re sure you would’ve gotten a thing for her right away. “Don’t be mean, they’re… trying. I think.”

Nudging her elbow and wagling your brows, you reply, “You just say that ‘cause your loverboy is there,” a smirk on your lips.

The intention was to make her laugh, but at the mention of Jason, all she seemed to do was tense, a forced chuckle falling from her mouth. Once again you got the urge to ask, to see if she was okay. You noticed something seemed amiss a few weeks ago, but decided to brush it off. Now you’re kinda wondering if you should say something, but even if you did, you doubt Chrissy would actually tell you anything.

This was the nature of your relationship with her. To everyone else, you were best friends. You’d have sleepovers, go shopping together, gossip about guys, and whatever else girlfriends would do, but in reality, you probably knew about Chrissy just as much as everyone else did. There was no place between you for deep conversations or actual intimate talks. Not that anyone knew though. That was you, your life a carefully arranged act.

The game was thrilling, or that’s what you would say if you actually cared about sports, although you do have to admit it was more exciting than the previous one, with freshman Lucas Sinclair scoring and bringing the victory to the team, not a single second left to spare. The moment the game was over, you walked as quickly as possible to where you agreed to meet your supplier, but to no one’s surprise, he was late, so there you stood in a deserted hallway waiting for him to show up.

Man, Hawkings High was kinda creepy when there was no one around.

A few minutes later, you heard your supplier's annoying voice announce his presence.

“Aww, if it isn’t my favorite prissy princess,” Eddie Munson greeted teasingly, a big smile on his face as he saw you.

“Yeah, yeah, you got my stuff?”

“I missed you too, honey,” he said sarcastically. You raised your eyebrow and stuck your hand out, and at seeing your deadpan expression, he rolled his eyes and put his arms up. “Alright, alright. Yeah, I got your weed. Gee, I might get diabetes if you keep being this sweet,” he muttered.

Now, maybe calling him just your supplier was kinda mean. Against your better judgment, you couldn’t help but like the weirdo. You don’t really know how he went from being your dealer to your… friend, but you couldn’t be more glad it happened. You and him started to hang out occasionally since you lived in the same trailer park, and by the time you realized, occasionally turned into once a month, then once a week, then twice a week, to the point you’d always hang out if he wasn’t busy with his band or his D&D club. Hell, you would even go to his concerts sometimes, and help him plan his campaigns. Of course, you would never be publicly seen hanging out, and less of all dream of actually admitting that you care about him, but he– the way he was so unapologetically himself and didn’t give a fuck about what anyone thought… you admired it. It reminded you of her.

Everything seems to remind you of her nowadays.

“So, how did the campaign end?”

As he looks for your weed in his little metal box, his brown eyes seem to light up. “Ah, so you do care!”

His enthusiasm was adorable, but you tried to play off your interest anyway. “Pfft, you wish. I’m just interested in what you did with the amazing world I built,”

The look he gives you is skeptical as he hands you your weed. “Sure,” he draws out, “As much as I’d love to tell you, my fair maiden, I gotta meet another client so I’m in a bit of a rush,”

“Someone’s busy,” you remark handing him his money.

“All in the day of a devil’s work,” he says, arms open theatrically as he walks away from you. Before turning around completely, he shouts. “Ey, if you get shit-faced tonight save some for me, alright angel?”

“First of all, I won’t. Second of all, don’t call me angel if you want to keep your dick, Munson,” you shouted after him with a small smile on your face. He laughed and once again, you were alone.

Shaking your head, an amused chuckle left your lips. He acted all tough but at the end of the day he was just a nerd. A cute nerd, even, if you said so yourself. You were about to exit the building when a strong pain in your head made you dizzy, and you had to lean against the lockers in order not to lose your balance. Feeling a warm liquid drip down your nose, you lifted your hand up only to find blood

“Hey, you alright there?”

Fuck. Oh fuck. Shit. You knew that fucking voice, of course you knew that fucking voice, you’ve been hearing it in your dreams since middle school, fuck! Having a mild crisis, you questioned what to do, but before you could decide on anything she spoke again.

“Can you, like, speak up, please? Unless you’re like mute, in which case like I totally understand but if you aren’t um, like, it’d be appreciated. You don’t have to, but you don’t seem okay. Although if you’re not okay and want to be alone I can totally leave you alone y’know, I hate it when people don’t understand that, but also if something is wrong you can tell me, they say it’s bad to bottle things up and–”

You feel a fond smile slowly creeping up to your lips and can’t help but snort. “You talk a lot,” more than you remember.

As you turn to look at Robin you can immediately see the change in demeanor. She’s still in her band uniform, which makes her look a bit ridiculous, but you gotta admit she makes it work all the same. “Oh, it’s you,” the way her tone changes slices through your heart like a knife, but fuck if you don’t deserve it. She’s annoyed, you can tell, arms crossed, dismissive look; you think she’s about to leave until she gets a good look at your face and her eyes seem to zero in on your nose, eyebrows furrowed.

“Is that blood? Are you okay? What happened?” she leaned forward, as if to move towards you, but thought better of it and stayed in her place, although the look of concern remained.

“Yeah, just a nosebleed, don’t worry. Probably from all the spinning around,” an awkward laugh escaped you and you rubbed your neck, wondering how you’d get out of this situation.

Robin wrung her hands together, conflicted, as if she wanted to question you more, but refrained herself from it. “Sure, just… be careful,”

Placing her hands in her pockets, she turned around to leave but before you could stop your stupid mouth, the words had already escaped you. “You still care?”

That stopped her in her tracks and when your eyes connected again you could see a thousand emotions crossing them at lightning speed. Confusion, surprise, hurt, disbelief, before finally settling in anger. Fuck, that was a mistake.

“Believe it or not, I wasn’t the one who willingly stopped hanging out with you,” she said sarcastically.

“It’s–it’s not like that. I–”

“Yeah, well, you never bothered to explain anyway, did you? Just, ditched the loser and got a fresh new batch of cool friends,”

“Robin, I–”

“Hey, Y/N!” Patrick McKinney interrupted your conversation, jogging down the hall to where you were, smiling at having found you. As he went to put his arm around your shoulders, he finally seemed to catch on to the palpable tesion in the air, and looked between you and Robin confused.

Shit, you forgot. To prevent people from getting suspicious, you accepted a date with Patrick, one of the jocks from the basketball team. Morally, you know what you did was wrong, but out of the bunch, Patrick seemed sweet, and you know that he wasn’t as pushy as some of the others. He was the perfect candidate, and he liked you, you just, didn’t quite like him, as more than a friend at least.

“I’ve looking for you everywhere, you ready to go?” he sounded unsure, words trailing off and eyes drifting from Robin to you.

You stood there troubled, not knowing what to do. In truth, you wanted to explain the situation to Robin but really, what was there to explain? You weren’t about to say ‘Hey, Robin! So glad to see you. I’m sorry for the misunderstanding, but I just had the hugest crush on you, y’know. Been in love since forever and couldn’t stand having to be with you without being able to kiss you or without imploding every single time you got close to me, and I would rather die than have to be there for when you got a boyfriend and came to talk to me about how much you loved him and how cute he was. But I’m cool now so everything’s okay, let’s be friends again! wanna have a sleepover?’.

As you pondered on what to do, Robin decided for you and sighed irritated. “Have fun with your lil’ boyfriend,” she muttered as she left, head downcast.

“You know her?” he questioned.

“Just– just an old friend. Let’s go,” ´Patrick looked hesitant, curious to know more, but he knew you, and the fact that you even gave him a chance at all was too big of an opportunity to fuck it up by being nosy, so he just smiled, trying to diffuse the tension by making idle chatter with you about the game.

Not that you really listened though, watching Robin leave from over your shoulder as you exited the school, headed to the party, and on your way out you could’ve sworn that you heard a clock ticking.

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Interlude I | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Interlude II

Robin’s route: Part 9 | Part 10

Eddie’s route: Part 9 | Part 10

#robin buckley #eddie munson #robin buckley x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #robin x reader #eddie munson imagine #robin buckley imagine

[ryuichirou]

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Happy Saturday! Today we have a couple of asks about our post from yesterday + some of miscellaneous ones about some ships + a long ask with Anon reflecting on this hc post about twst characters murdering someone for the first time. I don’t have much to add to that one, but the ask itself is a very interesting read, so I encourage you to check it out.

Anonymous asked:

Just saw the new art on twitter and I just gotta say:

PRAISE BE!! THE RAILING HAS FINALLY OCCURRED!!!

YES!! GOOD FOR THEM BOYS! <3

We honestly didn’t think we’d draw these two again so soon, but the inspiration bit us in the asses lol I’m very happy that the image of Jack and Deuce having fun like that exists in the universe now…

Anonymous asked:

Deuce and Jack are basically buddy clubmates who have sweet times together, while Ace has to deal with two unhinged Floyd and Jamil will likely torment Ace. Ace is not sane but compare to Floyd and Jamil, he is basically normal.

Oh Jamil is not that bad… is he? Oh no, is he? Is Jamil bad?

In all honesty, I remember him throwing Ace under the bus and I’d assume that he’d be a tease sometimes lol So I can imagine how this + having A WHOLE FLOYD around would make Ace’s basketball career much more miserable than whatever Deuce and Jack have going on.

Anonymous asked:

Seeing your Cater drawings made me think that poor guy has to deal with Adeuce and Treyriddle happily making out while he has no choice but pretend he's okay being the only one in the Heartslabyul group being single af (I saw that you don't ship him with anyone so I'm just labeling as single here)

AHHH POOR CATER— To be honest, Cater is a victim of us first watching twst (the first four books) with an official ENG translation; rewatching it now, he feels much more understandable and fun as a character. But alas, we still don’t have any ships with him that would click with us enough to ship-ship him with someone ✊😔  

So for now he’s #singleaf, but honestly seeing just how much trouble the other guys cause to each other at all times, he’s probably better off like that lol

Anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts/feelings/headcanons for silver x kailm?

We talked about them a couple of times here and there!

In short: we don’t necessarily ship them, the dynamic is just not our cup of tea, but their relationship are very sweet and could be interesting.

Anonymous asked:

Even though I'm not as big a fan of Jackpel as I am of JackVil, I do enjoy a good love triangle between them.

It could be interesting! We’re not super invested in either of the ships to be honest, but there are fun aspects to both of them, and jealousy could add another layer to Epel’s and Vil’s antagonism towards each other. Especially considering that it’d probably be Epel who’d be jealous, not Vil.

Poor Jack has no idea what’s going on…

Anonymous asked:

I just read your post about "how the twst cast might feel about murder/murdering. " Which left me wondering how the Twst cast might feel/think about life and death.

I feel like non-human characters such as Octovinelle, Savanaclaw, and diasomnia might view it differently than humans.

In Octavinelle and Savanaclaw case, i think topics such as Murder and/or cannibalism aren't necessarily seen as 'wrong' or 'bad'. I think we can all agree that nature is scary, and to survive, you'll have to be on top of the food chain. and in order to survive, you'll have to 'Kill' someone from your kind to eat or protect yourself.

A perfect example would be Ruggie: he came from poverty. His mother died shortly after giving birth to him, and his father's whereabouts are unknown after he claimed to leave for work. He was raised by his grandma. He did a few odd jobs here and there in order to get around. So i think he would know what 'survival' might feel like or how far someone might go to survive. I bet he went through agonising days and nights starving for food. I wouldn't put it past him to do (or already did) shady things to survive. Also, apparently, Ruggie can chew through bone, which hyenas also do! Nice bonus.

Then there's the Leech twins. Jade did mention once that their parents taught them self-defense when they were little, and their Mom often worries about them. It's also implied that they 'lost' a lot of their siblings. The coral sea that they came from are dark and cold, and most of the food they consume down there is raw. So i wouldn't put it past them to be completely desensitised from all the gory aspects of life not only because of survival but because of their "business" connections their father has. They have probably seen a lot of unhinged things since they were little.

BUT i do think that the Leech twins are a special case, lol. Unlike the other non-human characters, i believe that both of them would not only 'kill' in to survive but also because of boredom. You know how often these two mentioned how they hate to get bored and how they want to be amused? Yeah, i bet they killed/harassed a few mers just because they got bored and wanted entertainment. And it's not unheard of to hear/read about animals in the wild harassing other animals for entertainment, for example Some dolphins have been observed slapping little fish around for fun, or even tossing them up on a beach to watch them suffocate slowly. Again, nature's cruel.

As for the fae? it's hard to say, but seeing as they've been alive for so long (especially Lilia) and, of course, the war that happened in the past. I think it's fair to say that they see life and death in a different light than humans. But do fae have to kill in order to survive? i'm not entirely sure.

That being said, of course, there are expectations of humans doing the same thing or thinking the same thing, just like the non-humans. I mean, have you seen Rook? ;-;

Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Anon! Like I already said, I don’t really have much to add, but I’m glad you enjoyed the original post and thought about the topic yourself. Yes, both merpeople and beastpeople would have different level of tolerance and understanding of the cycle of life and death than just regular people. Different morals and different norms due to having completely different circumstances.

God reading about Ruggie made me think again about just how out of touch Leona actually is sifuhisduhs

I also remembered about the Leech twins talking about Halloween and how many kids disappear every year, and how when Floyd went missing they pretty much accepted that Jade was going to be the only child now. Of course it would be a devastating thing, but definitely not something shockingly unusual, and it’s an interesting thing to consider. Oh and of course these two would kill for fun, we know they are considered really dangerous even by the merpeople standards lol

As for fae, I’m not sure if they have the same necessity to kill to survive, but there are so many different types of fae, so maybe it differs from one species to another. The fact that they live longer and are in general tougher than human beings would make them a bit too “careless” around people though: people are too fragile, their lives are short and they are afraid of death. I feel like it’s not very common for fae to reflect on these things either; I think Lilia’s position on the matter is quite rare. The grandpa is very open-minded…

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[quirkwizard]

In a previous post you said that if a character should be nerfed it would be Tomura, how exactly would you handle that?

So how would you change Shigaraki post All For One transplant?

So I was going to talk about how I would change things with Tomura and All For One taking him over, but this one just simply became too long. I’m also focusing more on Tomura exclusively and not other ways you could mitigate this, like putting him against characters that could better counter him besides just by using “Erasure”, or other issues it may cause, like that general arms race he started with all this. If any of you are interesting in any of that, feel free to ask.

As I said before, one of my biggest issues with this entire shift is just how powerful it makes Tomura. Your final villain can and should be powerful, but the jump that Tomura makes is so huge and sudden that it hurts the story. After Tomura's time in the tube, he can destroy whole areas with a touch, is stronger than All Might in his prime, has every single power stored by All For One, and that's not even getting to the growths. Any one of those would make him extremely dangerous, but all of them together is just overkill. It ends up putting Tomura at the top of the food chain without any intermediate steps or challenges to that position. And because he is so powerful, there isn't anything anyone can really do to him. They can either wail away at him to no effect or get ragdolled, effectively making any fight with them totally pointless outside of one other character. It's not even like there's any counterplay with other powers because most of the people going against Tomura are purely physical fighters. And because Hori refuses to kill characters, it becomes this battle of attrition where neither side can do anything to the other until Izuku shows up.

Personally, I think the best answer would be to drop one or two of these powers. Because even if he only had half of his powers, Tomura would still be a massive threat to the world and to the other characters. I would definitely drop the flesh creations first, I just don't think they were needed to make him more threatening or the fight more interesting. Otherwise, the problem comes in how all three aspects are so plot relevant that it's hard to imagine removing any one of them without rewriting a lot of parts. So if we can't do that, we could weaken some of them or give Tomura more weaknesses in general. First and foremost, his physical augmentations. I will never understand why you would make Tomura stronger than Prime All Might. That is just such a leap from everything we've seen of what the doctor is capable of, even with the other Nomu. You could still make him powerful enough to be a threat if he was more on Hood's Level, or even the USJ Nomu. Given what we've seen, those too are still pretty far above the rest of the characters. And if he needs it, just let him augment his body with other powers, like All For One was doing before.

You could reduce the power of "Decay" as well. Maybe don't make it capable of wiping out whole cities in a single touch, or remove one of the other buffs the Quirk got, like how it's able to transfer so fast or so easily. At least remove how much control he has, since that barely seems to matter with how he uses it. Another problem I would add is that his body is incomplete. That could have been an interesting weakness. Because of the heroes' efforts, the perfect vessel had a major Achilles heel in how his body was breaking down and barely holding together under all the strain. But no, by the next arc, Hori reassures us that everything is going fine for Tomura. You could have easily kept that aspect to make him more vulnerable or even play it into Tomura rejecting the changes he is going through. On that note, Tomura actively fighting against All For One could lead to him developing some weaknesses. Like the changes he is undergoing aren't working right because the body is rejecting them. An attack suddenly gets stopped because Tomura regains control, an internal fight leads to an opening for the heroes to attack, or Quirks aren't combined how they are supposed to because Tomura isn't having it.

#My Hero Academia #Quirks #Tomura Shigaraki #Decay #All For One #MHA Meta #MHA Theory

[azurechicken]

It's Fenders kinda day and I'm just so emotional like how they would understand, how they would accept if only they have met under different circumstances it kills me slowly please,,, The way they are not only two sides of the same coin (as it is always said about them), they are also reflections of the extremes of a scale? Fenris comes from a place where mages have reached the top of the food chain, they are the highest rank of the society. And the Circle and its principles, especially on tranquility, are the bottom of a mage's potential where you waste away without a choice unless you want to be hunted for sport. Then there is slavery and blood magic and all the experiments that show just the worst example of a mage and what they can do in power, whereas Circle contains mages like Spirit Healers who go out of their way to help people as best they can even within the treatment they get. From a perspective of a former slave of a magister, any kind of freedom for a mage is a nightmare. But from a perspective of a freedom seeking mage, it is an ideal to have mages with freedom to do whatever they want. With all the extremes on their views taken into account they just collide so beautifully. They share so many similarities they are too stubborn to understand each other about, it's just that Fenris hasn't hardened enough to reach acceptance on mages and Anders has so much more going on in his fight for so many people and doesn't have the patience for another mage hater. Despite all that there is also the fact that Anders doesn't exactly want what magisters are doing either, he wants at least a middle ground where mages are supervised at best but not prisoned and treated like trash and Fenris is growing to accept that not everyone with magic is the same (I'm considering mage!Hawke here). They do have the compromise in front of them to understand each other and grow together. But its just such a bad time and such bad conditions for them to meet for that to happen. Because Kirkwall supports these extremes so much. There is so many disturbing things that mages have to go through for things they aren't even responsible for most of the time and that fuels Anders each day. How can he tolerate hearing any kind of implication that mages should be imprisoned when it happens every day? And what must Fenris feel but justified on his views seeing all the blood mages go batshit crazy on them regularly? Even if they could understand, they can't get past all that is Kirkwall. Everything that happens just pushes them away from each other. If only they met after they've grown from their fear-powered anger in a place that wasn't so full of the negatives of what they feared the most. If only Bioware actually gave them the growth they deserved from each other instead of making them look like assholes who are insensitive to anyone's cause but their own? I'm trying so hard to not make this about how some things were written once again but... Look, I just want these glowing men to fight injustice together both for slaves and mages because they would and they should and Justice would one hundred percent support this.

#take this as a friendship or relationship idec how they choose to go about this #and no i dont mean that they would suddenly get better and accept each other's beliefs wholeheartedly thats just unrealistic #i just know they would be good for each other in their growth #sigh #canon cannot stop me from thinking of them travelling together with hawke against injustice #its my weirdo with a blood mark on her face + her glowing bastards against the world #merrill supports me by existing so that these shitheads can be mean to her for no reason and agree for once #y'know? #dragon age #anders #fenris #fenders #me own

[autumnaaltonen]

Imagine alucard’s confusion with the gen z obsession with renfairs and those TikTok’s that are like “when thou is in a tavern throwing it back with thy fellow wenches to gain the attention and approval of the knights in the corner”. Like he grew up in that era so he knows how much it sucked arse, but here’s these teenagers glorifying it and larping the worst years of his life while dressed as fairfolk lmao 😭 (not hating on renfairs, they’re amazing)

The only time I ever see Alucard entering a LARPing fair is becuase it is for a mission. But there is always fun to be had where there is mead and turkey legs, yes?

This was probably one of Alucard's more daring missions

The year is 1990, and Integra is 13-years-old (note: this was likely before she would be knighted)

This would be the first official mission Alucard would complete under the orders of his new, prepubescent, Master

And of all places to go hunting for a rogue vampire, it was in a bloody Renaissance Faire

The target was staging as a black knight in the duelling competition, using his newly garnered vampiric strength to cheat his way to the top

Pfft, nerd

Unfortunately, this nerd was also causing serious injuries and killing his competitors behind the scenes when they upstaged him in any way

So something needed to be done about him, fast

The discussion Walter had to have with Alucard in regard to what renfair's actually were was entertaining to say the least

"Human's actually recreate the Medieval Period for enjoyment?"

"Yes, it's really becoming quite popular these days. Common activities include theatrical arts, costume making, and mock-jousting."

Alucard is baffled and intrigued at the same time

What little memories he can recall from his mortal life are not one's of enjoyment, and are usually accompanied by the stench of blood and shit

Will people be throwing the contents of their chamber pots out the windows? Will there be bloody duels outside of pleasure houses, fighting to the death and leaving a stinking corpse out in the alley? CAN HE STAB SOMEONE CUS HE WANTS TO?

When Integra decides to accompany Alucard to the fair for educational purposes, she plays the part by dressing top to bottom in noble silks, jewels and fencing sword on her hip

That's when Alucard begins to piece things together

This is a glorified beauty pageant, and he was going to draw attention to himself if he walked in with his long red coat, glasses and sunhat

With Integra's permission, he quickly slips into his Vladcard form to better fit in

Chain mail armour, tattered cape, crucible steel kilij, and that sexy sexy stash 😏

Unfortunately for Alucard and Integra, this achieves the exact opposite intent

Everyone is all over them in an instant, wanting to admire Alucard's "hype threads" and super realistic sword

Everyone assumes that the two are doing a guardsman and princess cosplay, which pre-teen Integra quickly refutes with a swing of her also super realitic sword

After begrudgingly posing for a number of photos, and having a many number of ladies (and men) shooting their shot with smexy Vladcard, the pair finally make their way to the duelling competition, which was scheduled for midnight

The plan was to enter him in, make his way to the top two (too easy), where he would fight the vampiric black knight and 'theatrically' end his un-life

Alucard has never taken out a target with his kilij before, so he was actually beginning to enjoy this little excursion

That was until he read the Yee Olde Rules

"No metal weapons allowed"

There was a barrel next to the sign filled with foam swords and dulled pull arms, ready for any new competitors who were without their own prop-weapons

YOU AREN'T ACTUALLY ALLOWED TO HURT PEOPLE???

Alucard his done. He's so done. This is bullshit. Why bother to hold a tournament at all?

Integra has to pep-talk him into the game, convincing him that this would be the cleanest way to kill the target with all the people around, so they'd just think it was part of the show

But how was he supposed to kill the vamp with a foam sword?!

This is Alucard we are talking about

He could turn a ball-point pen into a deadly weapon

Alucard actually has to go easy on the pimple-ridden teenagers that lead up to the final fight, dodging their measily plastic swords with ease, before *bonk*ing them on the head with what could be considered a pity swing of his foam blade

It was very boring for both him and the audience, ending each match in 10 seconds flat

By the time he is finally facing the target in the final 1 V 1, Alucard picks up one of the dull-pole arms as his weapon of choice

Integra adorns it with a lily wreath she pruchased as a joke, giving Alucard her 'favour' with a wink and a smirk

With enough force and precision, Alucard is able to drive the blunt end of the polearm into the black knight's heart, impaling him 15th century style

The audience is initially stunned silent, not used to seeing fake blood being added to the mix of things, as well as the audible *crunch* of the pole arm snapping when it makes contact with the black knight's rib cage

Integra has to cheer and applaud dramatically, breaking the awkward silence and giving everyone the green-light that this was "just a part of the finale!"

Roses and daisies are thrown down to Alucard as he takes in the cheers and praise, giving a noble bow before exiting the ring

That was definitely a nostalgic experience, who knew he missed that stupid era so much?

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #alucard #hellsing alucard #sir integra

[firelord-suki]

Heyyyy, Bianca!!! Happy Valentines!!! 💚💜💚💜

I was wondering here: which ships are your Top OTP? (And the reason you put them so high if you want to share!)

Heyyy! Happy late Valentines Day 💝 💘

Thank you for the question. At first, I struggled to come up with more than two ships, but then, once I started thinking back to old hypefixations, I couldn't stop lol to keep it short, I selected only four.

Here they are:

1. Levi and Hange

I mean, they gotta be on top, right? This is the ship that brought me back to fandom life and made me want to start writing and sharing my fanfics online. What first caught my interest was their interactions, their bickering, their bright & energetic/calm & annoyed dynamic. But now I think what I like the most about their relationship is their friendship, how much they trust and can count on one another. Considering how fucked up their world is, it's nice to know they have each other's back. AND the tragic element keeps me chained to them 😢 (I'll stop here otherwise I'd keep going on and on forever...)

2. Artemis and Wally (Young Justice)

These two... Honestly, Young Justice is probably what got me into the DC Universe and it was also my first contact with fandom spaces (I still remember the fics I used to read about this couple on ff.net back in 2012 lol). I think their relationship was so well constructed throughout the first season that it's impossible not to fall in love. The "I hate you but we're forced to work together" trope is one of my favorite and it excels with them! The annoyance and mistrust at the beginning slowly fading as they work together and finally learn to care about it each other as more than just teammates, but friends too? Peak romance 😭 Artemis' individual storyline was also very well done, and I love the angst coming from her past trauma, how it caused her wariness of the team and doubt their true intentions towards her. She's been mistreated her entire life but finally learned how to trust and love again, and Wally was a part of that <3

3. Vincenzo and Cha Young (Vincenzo)

This is a relatively new one. Granted, I'm not as obsessed with them as the other ones, but I still think they deserve their place here. Again, these two start off not really liking each other but end up on the same side, so they set their differences aside to work together (this seems to be a theme with my ships Lol). I just think they built a beautiful friendship and partnership. Cha Young was probably the only person Vincenzo could fully trust in that scenario (being in a new country, away from his subordinates and all). I liked how they learned how to rely on and trust the other. Yeah, Vincenzo was a Mafia consigliere but that didn't really made their relationship unbalanced? That was my main concern going through the series, considering that Cha Young is not as physically strong as him. But she's still just as smart, witty, brave and stubborn as him.

4. Kat and Patrick (10 things I hate about you)

Ahhhh, there's always a place in your heart for your first love ship. This is one of my favorite movies of all time. I love how Kat was always so abrasive and Patrick just wasn't put out by it. Of course, he was paid to take her out, but I know he secretly liked having her fight him all the time and always speak her mind. And I love that it didn't change towards the end, her character growth didn't involve her getting calmer or sweeter, just learning how to be vulnerable. Do I think that these two would've stayed together in the long run? Definitely no, but I still like the enemies-to-lovers situation going on here.

Honorable mentions that didn't make the cut: Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle (in basically every universe, lol), Shikamaru and Temari, Suki and Sokka, Kaz and Inej, Mulder and Scully, Koyanagi and Kabakura, Ash and Eiji, Ava and Beatrice, Anne and Gilbert, Jaime and Brienne, Monica and Chandler, Jiwon and Sungming + Yina Yeeun (both from Age of Youth), Keith and Lance (happily, I outgrew my Voltron fase), Howl and Sophie, and last but not least, Ymir and Historia.

Thank you again!

#ask #about me #i'm kind of obsessed with the annoyance-to-lovers trope

[guiraguira]

Rosho is very sensitive ✨

Rosho x Fem reader (dom reader?)

Warning: use of sex toys (nipple clamps, small vibrator), Rosho being very sensitive, creampie, masturbation, fingering.

°You had kissed him long enough that his erection was already impossible to contain, it was time to move on to something else.

Rosho was always very sensitive to your touch, his calm and upright teacher acting fell off once your hands touched his skin. Therefore, in the privacy of their shared room, he was unable not to squirm and make obscene sounds.

°He stands half naked below you, with very obvious pelvic movements, flushed to the tips of his ears with a pleading look on his face. He knows that if he behaves, he will enjoy twice as much of whatever you offer him. Reason why he waits patiently for your next move

You decided to move on to the following.

Open-legged, with his penis trembling at your gaze. Your attention is focused on preparing her anus to insert a small finger-sized vibrator into it. The whining and spasms intensify when the piece is finally moving into place. "You're such a good boy, keep it up a while longer, okay?"  You licked up the pre-cum that was already trickling down his member, past his testicles and that had helped lubricate his entrance, to end up kissing him on the glans. 

"Please...M-more time??" Her hands cover her face, alternating with covering her own mouth to silence her moans "I'm...almost...I..." unable to finish her sentence, writhing struggling not to close her legs and holding back her orgasm.

"ahh to my beautiful boy, almost there, already..." you take out your last weapon, two pairs of nipple clamps linked together by chains. You connect two of them to your own nipples, just having this contact makes you gasp. 

You've teased Rosho enough for being sensitive, but you're no better than him either. Your folds feel very slippery, your breathing is just as heavy, and you also want some attention down there. Your own fingers have loosened you enough, but you need him.

°You connect the tips of the clamps to Rosho's nipples, making him tremble, if he squirms, the clamps stimulate four nipples at the same time.

this is the best way to take advantage of their movements. You are about to tighten the chains, expecting to feel a painful pleasure, but the one who answers for you is Rosho pulling you them over him.

The weight of your body on him always calms him down, but this time it was the opposite. Where his penis lightly brushed against your entrance, it was wet, slippery, and just hot enough to indicate that you were both at your limit.

"No..n-no..ah!" His irregular breathing is enough to tighten the chains and cut off his breathing. Both of them turn gently between gasps and moans caused by the clamps. Your back is on the mattress and with him on top of you again, you encourage him in joining your hip with his.

Irregular thrusts that strike deep into you, before emptying you completely and filling you in one movement. He can't take it anymore, the restriction of the chains makes him hold you tightly with his arms behind your back, lifting you out of bed, the only thing he can move is his hips, which are frantically seeking release.

You feel her breathing hard in your ear and some of it came out in the curve of your neck where he is hiding her face. 

°A few more thrusts finish the job, but he doesn't stop, the vibrator is still overstimulating him and you appreciate it. Those last thrusts cause you to reach orgasm too. 

You love bringing him to this state where he behaves just the way you want him to. A few seconds later he lets go gently looking at your face, only to carelessly kiss you.

His tousled locks and slight tears seem too attractive to you, but you don't have time to think about it. His penis that is still inside you does not decrease in size and only seems to get harder inside you.

Seconds later his lunge return to the attack.

-🍃🍃🍃

Just in case you didn't understand, the idea is that the clamps would hold all four nipples at the same time, causing them to be together.

English is not my native language so please forgive any mistakes.

#hypnosis mic #hypmic x reader #rosho x reader #rosho tsutsujimori #hypmic imagines #hypmic smut #hypmic rosho #Rosho imagines #hypnosis microphone #Rosho smut

[rebelliousstories]

Values The Name More Than The Man

Relationship: Robert “Bob” Floyd x Adelaide “Honey” Corbin

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Warnings: Angst, Brief Fluff

Word Count: 1,581

Part of the Young Love and Old Money Series

Chapter 8//Chapter 10

Main Masterlist: Here

Summary: They’re being pulled in different directions. One last chance to say goodbye is all they need.

May 31st, 2011

Dear Robby,

This is going to be the last time I talk to you probably. You’re leaving for boot camp, on the same day I’ll be getting married. I’m scared for what the future has in store for me. I’m being married to a man that couldn’t care less about me; he only cares about the money I bring to the table. I remember meeting you that cold February day. I caught your eye, and you caught my attention.

~

“Well since were friends, can I give you a nickname? Adelaide is a mouthful to say every time.” He joked causing said girl to smile.

“Only if I can give you one.” They agreed and sat together in silence for a few minutes.

~

When we would meet up at our hideout, those were my favorite days. We didn’t have responsibility in that treehouse that we have both outgrown since. Does it still stand? Is the carving we made in the wood still there? I loved the affection we used to have.

~

“And there.” Robert proudly exclaimed as he stood back. He placed the pocket knife back in his pocket as his companion came to look at it with him. The two eleven year olds admired the crude carving, finding beauty in the simplicity.

“It’s beautiful, Robby.” Adelaide said, looking over his shoulder. It was a simple heart with their initials in it, but it meant the world to the two.

~

You always made my birthdays special. I think probably because you were there to share them with me but they’re always my favorite birthdays. I kept the necklaces you gave me. And every gift. Even when they tried to throw them out, somehow I always found a way to keep them around. Those constant little reminders of you keep me going on days when I can’t do it alone.

~

It was a necklace. A small dainty gold chain with a pendant in the center. The pendant was emerald green, and surrounded by what looked like branches. Despite it’s tiny size, it made a big impact. There was a little bee charm jointing the pendent on the chain, along with a dainty flower charm. She felt the tears well up in her eyes and tried not to let them fall.

~

Lord. Do you remember the summer where your parents found out? I was so scared that they were going to hate me. But your entire family ended up being the sweetest people I have ever met. I never felt so alive; knowing that we had someone in our corner and that I could run to when things got to be too much.

~

As Adelaide waited for a bite on her line, she watched Robert help his younger sister bate her line. It warmed her heart to see them interacting so wholesomely; was that how siblings were suppose to act?

One of Robert’s older brothers set up his line next to Adelaide’s. She was still staring at Robert when she felt a tug. Her body lurched forward and only Robert’s brother stopped her from going into the water. He helped her reel this fish in, while Robert watched them form the other side of the dock. He was glad they accepted her.

~

I think my favorite birthday was definitely the one when we were turning fourteen. You invited me over and I came, not expecting to also celebrate my own birthday. Your momma… I’ll never forget it. She brought that cake out with my name on there too. I almost cried at that kind gesture. She had never met me before, but she was willing to dedicate half of that cake to me. Nobody understands how much that meant to me.

~

‘Happy 14th Birthday to Bobby and Adelaide’

She was speechless. Adelaide looked to Robert, who smiled and squeezed her hand. She buried her head in his shoulder as she felt tears coming to her eyes. Robert chuckled and rubbed her shoulder with his opposite hand.

~

I was going to kiss you that day we got caught you know? I was so happy that you returned my feelings, and I really wanted that fairytale kiss. But we never got that. I don’t know if we’ll ever have that. You know my mother says, “Marry for money. Rich man’s jokes are always funny.” But who do marry when you don’t care about money?

~

Robert broke out into a smile and tackled Adelaide down. His arms wrapped around her waist, as hers came to wrap around his neck. They laughed as they laid down in the dirt. Nothing mattered in that moment. They were happy. Robert leaned up off of Adelaide, bracing his arms on either side or her head. It felt like a fairytale. Just pure bliss in the way only kids could experience.

~

We’re birds stuck in a cage. Two separate cages, only you have a key. A key to freedom. I can’t believe you’re going into the military. But that’s you Robby. Always looking out for others, even when I want to keep you safe from anyone and anything.

~

Robert gripped the window ledge with one hand, and grabbed Adelaide’s face with the other. His calloused hand felt rough against her smooth skin, but his lips were just as soft as a feather. He released her and made his getaway. Adelaide watched hopefully as Robert climbed down, and grabbed his bike that was near the tree. He sent one last look to the young girl that was partially hanging out the window, and biked away to his home.

~

I’ll never forget the feeling of my heart dropping when we had been discovered yet again at the mall. My stomach got cold, and my heart fell. Ever since then I’ve been stuck here. I’m only allowed outside if I have a chaperone, my windows have bars. It truly feels like a prison. But damn, I’d risk my health for one more day with you. Just one more hug from you.

~

“Robby,” she giggled as the boy tried to keep her with him, “I’ve gotta go. But write to me. I’ll talk to you later. Bye Robby!”

~

I’d give anything to be in your arms right now. My father was never your biggest fan, but that’s because he values the name more than the man. It’s a tricky age. We’re leaving our childish wants behind for adult needs. I wish I could fly away with you. It’s worth the fight to me. I almost called it off. Almost. But mother reminded me that she could eliminate your chances of succeeding in the Navy, so I stayed. I could never do that to you. I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I caused your downfall. But why am I writing this? Well, mother wishes for me to write to you informing you of my engagement and wedding shortly thereafter. I’m sorry I broke my promise to wait for you. I meant the words when I spoke them. Honest.

But you’ll never see this letter. Maybe one day when I can get away you will, but not right now. This was mostly for me, to try and accept that I have to let you go. I don’t want to. I want to stay with you forever, and build a family. I want to marry you,and have children with you. But that will never happen. Just like you will never see this letter.

I love you so much Robert Floyd. Thank you for allowing me to love you all these years, even when I didn’t know that I loved you. If you’re wondering when I realized I loved you… it was when we were fourteen, at the birthday we spent together. I never felt like that before, and I’ll never feel like that again. I don’t love this man. He’s brash and rude; the only reason he puts up with me is because of the inheritance he’s gaining for marrying me. I will always love you. But now I have to write the letter that you actually will see. The one that will be full of lies; how I don’t love you, I only hung around you because you were poor, that I never intended to go anywhere with you. How you and I were only meant for a season, there was nothing there emotionally for me. You were only a plaything in the mean time.

You’re going to hate me so much after you read that letter. And I’ll deserve it because I’ll have wrote it. But it’s all lies. I could never think that of you, or do that to you. You are the most gentle, kindest, sweetest, strongest, and bravest man I have ever know.

I’ll miss you forever. I love you.

Your Honey,

Adelaide Elizabeth Corbin

~

Tears streamed down the girl’s face. She desperately tried to keep the tears from staining the page but a few slipped. She folded it carefully, placed it in its designated envelope, and stashed it away in a box she had in her room. She was moving into her fiancé’s home soon. The thought made her want to vomit in grief. But she sat down, grabbed a new sheet of paper and began to write down every lie she could think of to please her mother. She signed the letter, and felt her heart shatter as her mother let out an approving sound at the letter’s content.

Adelaide Corbin had just signed her life away.

Tag: @blessupblessup

#rebelliousstories #writing #top gun #top gun imagine #top gun maverick #top gun maverick imagine #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd #robert bob floyd imagine #bob floyd x oc #robert bob floyd #robert floyd imagine #young love and old money #robert floyd #i made myself cry

[esnyshire]

amateur: the epilogue

summary: In the last chapter of amateur I decided to take a different route and make it a filler chapter. mostly because i wanted to continue on my story with Harry and Love. Here we learn more about them together and get a front row seat of what goes on in their daily life. Things get personal and promises are made.

warning: very short, cute fluff, plans for the future, things are moving fast, Harry freaks out a little

wc: 1.7k

Harry insisted I come to his house. He said he has very big, life changing news. With his frequent meetings at Sterlings office, they've had plenty of time to discuss the many possible career opportunities they can do together. Harry recently got asked by Sterling to manage him for the foreseeable future. At first, I was confused. What could he possibly need a manager for?

Immediately after hearing Harry sing and getting all the information in full detail, it's something I see working out and strongly encouraged. Sterling sure does have an amazing eye for talent. Him picking up on that has me jumping for joy. The prospect of him having his dream come true is going to be worth all the effort he's already started putting in.

When I get to the front door I pick up the spare key Harry leaves for me from under the doormat. It's mostly quiet when I enter, aside from a small voice that echoes through the living room. Harry is humming quietly to himself but it's beautiful nonetheless. Ever since I found out that he can sing, I ask him every chance I get to serenade me. He always gets so shy. I find it so precious. The past three month has been mainly us getting to know each other more. Cute things mostly. I've noticed when he eats, he sticks his tongue out a little before putting the food in his mouth. It makes me giggle every time I see his little tongue jab out to reach the spoon. Oh, and for some odd reason when he sleeps on his back, he sleeps talks. it's not even normal conversation either, it's just a bunch of demands. The kicker is that if I don't listen it'll cause a chain reaction of being manhandled, him will force me on top of his chest and knock right out like nothing even happened. To make it all worse he's a literal portable heater. I stopped wearing pajamas to sleep because of him. It's just too hot. He's an avid hater for mornings, which is fine by me cause I do too. But, his true love is breakfast in bed. "Can't go wrong with some sunny side up eggs, with two sausages and a stack of pancakes." He says.

We've also discussed the basics of any human being. My allergies being the first question he asked, which threw me for a loop.

*Three Week Ago*

"What are you allergic to, other than cats?"

"That's a long list," I say, widening my eyes and scuffing a little. "Cats as you know, when I get scratched by them the cut swells up so much and itches pretty bad. Their saliva causes me to mildly rash up in the area. Same with dogs. I'm severely allergic to bunnies. Grass, trees, mildly allergic to kiwis but I still eat them, and pineapples." I finish off, grabbing one finger for every one thing I name.

I don't notice how quiet it's been while I'm trying to think if I'm missing anything until I've already blurted out the last thing. "Oh, and peanut butter, mildly!" I've lived with these minuscule imperfections for majority of my life, all my food allergies came as age crept up on me. I look up at Harry when I finish, hyper-focused on the floor trying to get all the information out. He looks like he's seen a ghost.

"Why would you eat or be around things you are allergic to?! Are you mad?! Love, please tell me you're joking?" His voice is jumpy and his eyes are bulging out in shock.

"Mildly, Harry. I won't die from these things. Well, the bunny maybe." I joke, trying to lighten up the mood. My statement only causes him to freak out even more.

"Do you not care about your life?"

"Mildly," I laugh at my own joke. "It's fine though. I'm usually cautious when I eat things I'm mildly allergic to. In terms of my allergies to animals, I love them. I can withstand sneezing to have a life companion." I say with a smile.

Harry's face visibly relaxes, he's been trying hard to understand why I have Finnegan if I'm so obviously allergic to her. My love for Finnegan goes far beyond my comfortability, he's finally starting to understand.

"I know bee, it's just still a shock that you put your body through allergic reactions for things you want to enjoy. It makes me nervous." The use of the new nickname he gave me, causes a tight-lipped smile to form on my face. He rubs the back of his neck, awkwardly avoiding eye contact.

"Oh! Dust, can't forget dust." I say loudly. Harry groans, smacking his hand against his forehead in frustration. "So, any siblings?"

*

We continue to learn new things about each other, and I'm happy as can be that he wants to share things about himself with me. It's a nice feeling being so close to someone, it's still not something I'm used to but it's gets easier everyday. I walk through his house, following the sound of his voice. I finally make my way to the kitchen and he's stood by the stove, wooden spoon in hand. No music is playing, just the taps of his bare feet and his melodic humming.

I walk around the kitchen island, trying not to make myself too noticeable. I don't want to scare him from continuing. My arms snake around his torso, pressing my palms against his chest. My head softly lands on his back, and my ear is pressed firmly to his spine. His heart picks up in rhythm, not expecting me to be behind him. The humming stops immediately.

"Don't stop, keep going," I whisper, giving back the quiet I took away.

"I'll sing for you in a minute, come here." He pulls my arms away from him and turns to me.

He grabs my face softly and stares into my eyes. He strokes the pads of his thumbs on the apple of my cheeks, analyzing my face so intensely I start to worry if the big news is bad. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just missed you. How's my busy busy bee?"

"I missed you too, I'm here," I say, reaching out to clutch his shirt. I never feel close enough when I'm with him, "I've been really good, I have a couple of auditions coming up! Sterling's been throwing them at me left and right, but I don't mind. If getting experience is what I need to help my career, I'll do it." I feel so silly always having a smile all the time, but it's him. Everything about him and my new life has me smiling from ear to ear. Harry's is obviously a good omen in my life and I'm grateful. I breathe his scent in as I talk with him, he smells of sunflower seeds and sunblock. The scent has become a comfort smell for me since we started dating. "So, tell me. What's the big news?" I take a step backward towards the island and jump up. Harry moves in between my dangling legs.

"Remember how I told you Sterling wants to manage me?" He looks at me for my answer, I nod. "Well, he's found a recording company that's interested in my music!"

"No fucking way, that's amazing!" I pull him into a big wet kiss. I continue my kiss train, planting another on his nose, then his cheek, and the other immediately after. I manage to kiss every part of his face before he's in a fit of giggles over my affection.

"Yeah, he said they want to meet up with me and discuss a few things but they have a contract made already! They want me to make an album!" Excitement is laced in his words. I could burst with happiness for him. This is something he's wanted but always felt like it was too late for him. He once told me how he was pushing forty and just couldn't see anyone being interested in helping him with his music career so late in the game. When Sterling first showed interest he brushed it off, not even trying to get his hopes up. The only reason he went along with it at first, was because I kept nagging him about it with Sterling one night at dinner.

"You're doing it, right?!" My hands swing out beside me in question as I yell out to him.

"I think so."

"Why not a solid yes? What's stopping you?" Questions fall from my mouth. I can't understand why he didn't just say yes.

"You."

"Me? Why me? What did I do?" My confusion only grows.

"We only started talking a month ago, but I feel the need to speak to you before I make any decisions."

I feeling seen in this joyous moment. His dream comes true and he's worried about what I think about it. He makes my body feel like silly putty when he does things like this. "That's very thoughtful of you, Harry. It means a lot, but you didn't stop me from taking the job at The Garden or any of the auditions that have been thrown at me. It would be beyond wrong of me to get in the way. What kind of person would that make me?" His eyes are stuck on my face as I talk.

"You have to say yes, Harry."

"But-"

"No buts. You are so talented. You deserve this! This is your dream, you gave me mine. Follow yours or you'll regret it for the rest of your life." I push my feelings out. I want him to know this is okay and that I'll support him no matter what.

"Okay, okay fine. I will. I'll text Sterling when I'm done with dinner." He childishly rolls his eyes.

"You're making dinner?"

"Yeah, it's a special night. Plus, I wanted to do something for you." He shyly smiles down at my thighs.

"Aw, sweetness! It's your special night, I'll take over for you."

"You sure?" He asks.

"Yes, but before I do, promise me something?"

"What is it?"

"When you get all famous don't you forget about me, okay?"

He laughs at me, tightening his grip on my thighs. He nods and presses a small kiss to my lips.

"I could never forget you, I promise."

#esnyshire #harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles fan fic #harry #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles rec #harry styles sub #subrry

[mudinyourshoes]

@lelephantsnail​ responding to your reply on the WIP game. I think you were part of the group that instigated the VegasPete theatre AU?

basically what I have is what I posted here but I also decided Pete is the new kid in school and Vegas’ usual haunt is the catwalk because Kinn uses a wheelchair and so he never goes up there. I find that I like making some of the characters disabled, if they aren’t in canon. Vegas will be able bodied and incredibly jealous of Kinn in every way; Kinn is the top student, the best actor in the department, now he’s moving into directing and he’s brilliant at that also, he has a magnetic personality, everyone thinks he’s sexy and Vegas HATES him and is absolutely passively trying to get Kinn hurt or killed. One time a fellow student asks Vegas why he’s jealous of Kinn, “cause isn’t that guy, you know...” and Vegas is like, “I will murder you for implying that I’m jealous of my cousin and also wtf are you talking about. Never speak to me again on pain of death.” Sigh. Yeah, that feeds something in my soul.

Okay, this is getting long, but I guess we all know by now that you ask about a WIP and you get a long ass answer.

The himbo!Porsche magic AU is basically KP set in the Deadly Education universe. Porsche and Pete were roommates at a magic school together and both emerged under a pile of debt. Pete goes to work for Kinn’s family to pay off the debt (Pete specializes in illusion magic. He’s not very strong, but he has the precision of a razor blade and is really good at what he does).

Porsche goes to work at Hum Bar, where he will never make enough money to pay off his debts because he specializes in death magic (it’s not a choice - you’re born with you specialty) and he’s wildly powerful. To make matters worse there’s a family prophecy about him that he’s going to turn into the most powerful dark sorcerer of his generation. Yeah, great. He definitely can’t let anyone know about this or go to work for the mafia or a government because powerful organizations would either want to control him and turn him into living weapon or kill him.

Now, here’s the key factor: there are two sources of magic, mana and malia. Mana is generated through hard work (e.g. jogging) but has to be stored somewhere if you want to use it. Storage devices are hard to make and expensive, so obviously Porsche doesn’t have any. Malia is life-force, taken from the spell caster or from some living thing near the spell caster. It doesn’t need to be stored, but if Porsche uses malia he’s GUARANTEED to turn into an evil dark sorcerer because he’s already a destruction machine.

SO! Porsche is an overpowered sorcerer who can cast destructive spells under specific circumstances and is also not very clever.

The opening scene of this fic is Porsche trying to rescue Pete. Porsche and Pete have magic key chains that let them know if one of their friends is in trouble and act as a compass, pointing them in the direction of the friend in trouble.

Porsche wakes up one day and sees that Pete is in trouble. He takes his motorcycle and follows the key chain out into the countryside. Eventually, he has to ditch his bike and bush whack cross country. He find find Pete and Kinn in the middle of woods, lost and injured. At first Kinn is like, Pete! Your friend came to rescue us, this great!

Pete: Porsche, does your phone work?

Porsche: No signal.

Pete: Do you know your way out of here?

Porsche, glancing around: Uh, I think I came from that direction? Or, no, maybe...that way?

Pete, deadpan: Right. Does anyone know you’re out here?

Porsche: ...I told Chay I was going out for a bike ride... But I found you guys!

Pete: Good for you?! What where you planning on doing about it?! Porsche, you idiot, we’re being hunted by a dark sorceress. All you’ve done is add one more warm body I have to protect while we starve in the wilderness. [Because he works for a rich family, normally Pete has access to mana storage devices, but right now he’s using malia to cast, which limits him, unless he wants to go full dark sorcerer].

Porsche: Huh, I guess I didn’t think my rescue plan through.

Pete, almost in tears: No, you didn’t think it through.

Kinn lies and says he’s Petes’ coworker, not his boss. Obviously, he immediately falls in love with chaotic, bratty Porsche.

Chay teams up with some of Porsche’s old school pals to rescue them. The old school pals are 0% surprised when they learn about Porsche’s “rescue plan”.

But back in the city, the dark sorceress is now after Porsche because he seems to be associated with Kinn. Pete and Porsche hatch a hair-brained scheme to keep Porsche away from the sorceress and of course a baffled Kinn accidentally stumbles into the middle of their plans while awkwardly trying to court Porsche...

(Kinn has no magic; Vegas specializes in healing and normally that would mean he’d become a medical professional, but Vegas being Vegas he uses his specialty to torture and kill people. It’s amazing how much damage a misapplied healing spell can do...)

#WIP game #fic idea #kinnporsche #this is too long #fml

[catboyklug]

Let's fight an epic battle!

Summary: Remy meets an otherworldly catboy...

Characters: Remy Ratatong (they/he), Ar Tate (made by @autisticartate)

notes: yay

"...Eh?"

"YOU HEARD ME RIGHT! Let's Tetris, right here, right now!"

"...Sir, I'm trying to w-work..."

For most of the denizens of the small village known as Primp, this would be a regular occurrence - for one Remy Ratatong, however, this was completely out of the ordinary.

A fairly tall man with what appeared to be cat ears stood over Remy, trying and mostly failing to appear intimidating.

Key word "mostly".

"If you could just get out of the way, I need to get back to the supply closet...?" He suggested quietly.

"And why should I?!" The strange man demanded, "I've been utterly dying to compete with someone, and you're the most eligible person I've found yet, so... battle me!"

...This guy talks like Schezo, but even more dramatic.

"Sir, please, itll only take a sec," Remy said, "A-after, I'll battle with you.."

"My name is Ar, not SIR!" The now identified "Ar" yelled angrily, "How about you battle me first, then you get to search your so-called 'supply closet'?"

"My 'so-called'..." Remy said in pure disbelief, "...Okay. If it'll make you leave me al-alone."

"Glad you've finally seen sense! Now, to battle!" Ar exclaimed, "Tetris..."

"Puyo-puyoo~" Remy responded lazily, beginning the battle.

And thus, the epic battle of two pro players began!

...Well, not quite epic.

Similarly to Remy's very first Puyo battle, he hardly tried to do much at all, just keeping the puyos from stacking too close to the top as he got several five- and six-chains.

Ar, on the other hand...

"Ack! Owch!"

"This must be the end for me..."

"You're hopeless! You're pathe-"

"ACK-"

After several minutes of this "Ar" desperately attempting to survive Remy's attacks, the overly kind Ratatong decided to tone it down a notch.

But even with Remy not completing any chains except for the odd one-chain to keep him in the game, his opponent wasn't faring well at all.

About twelve minutes into the battle, Remy checked Ar's board, deciding to simply watch him play.

Ar wasn't doing any hard drops. He wasn't even pushing his pieces to go down faster.

Most impressively of all, it appeared that Ar wasn't holding a single piece.

"Are you going easy on me?" Remy asked, curious. This guy didn't seem like the type to do such a thing, but...

"Going easy- I'm putting all I have into this battle!" Ar retorted.

"Ah, well, you aren't harddropping, or doing any t-spins, or anything special at all, so I just thought-"

"WELL you thought wrong! I simply use...alternative tactics in my battles!"

"Alternative... B-but, do you even know how to harddrop at all? It's a really important, uhm, technique." Remy said, now feeling incredibly awkward.

Ar scoffed. "'Hard drops' mean nothing to me! My techniques are clearly far beyond your level if you think that simply being 'fast' and 'efficient' is what it takes to be good at Tetris!"

"But..."

Suddenly, the two heard a noise neither of them were expecting - the noise of too many Puyos causing Remy's board to break.

"O-oh, well..." Remy said, falling to the ground in his signature 'loser pose'.

"I won?" Ar said, clearly in shock before shaking his head and recomposing himself, "OF COURSE I won! I'm the greatest Tetris player in the multiverse! Nobody can stand in my way!"

"R-right, okay, now that that's over with... I really need to get back to work," Remy sighed, "My boss won't fire me, but I don't want to leave everyone to do my work..."

Remy began the short walk to the supply closet... and Ar followed him.

"You're the first person I've battled in quite some time. Clearly, this means we were meant to be together!" He announced.

"...'Scuse me?" Remy said blankly.

"You heard me! Your sudden presence must be a good omen... Obviously you shall be the one to bring me to my goal!"

"If your goal's also the supply closet, then sure, otherwise I can't help you." Remy said, then began completely ignoring Ar.

"My goal is far beyond that - it's to the stars! The SS Tetra... I must find it, battle Tee, and reclaim my rightful place as Tetris King!" Ar began ranting, "Of course, you shall be assisting me, as you're clearly almost as powerful as I am! Now, my plan is this..."

And so he continued, all throughout Remy's time at work, until Remy went home and locked Ar out in the rain like the sopping wet flea-covered stray cat he was.

the end

#puyo puyo #remy ratatong [oc] #ar tate #remy has clearly been spending too much time around sig /j #fanfiction #klug's writings