#these are taken from the roof btw

[robo-dino-puppy]

the throne room

#horizon forbidden west #hfw #hfw memorial grove #hfw little details #don't look toooooooo close at the last pic lol #it's two shots sloppily merged together #because i couldn't get what i wanted in one shot #these are taken from the roof btw #so i guess this is technically #hfw out of bounds #out of bounds exploration #because it's a pain in the ass to get up there especially now #'cannot enter this location' oh yeah game? wanna BET?!

[aquilamage]

Despite the late hour, Leif couldn’t sleep. And it wasn’t just the uncomfortable bed, although that exacerbated it. The real discomfort was mental: churning of the guts, restless unease under the surface, mind full with the sensation of racing thought without actual thoughts behind it. Leif wasn’t even sure what was wrong, only knowing that these feelings had sprouted up shortly after the three of them checked into the inn for the night.

That, and the specific nagging feeling of something associated with still-forgotten memories. Leif knew that, like a healing wound, it would go better if not picked at. But like the metaphorical wound, the thought prickled too much to ignore. It was right there, just within grasp, with a tiny bit more effort-

Leif sat up abruptly, and, having apparently been to one side of the bed, fell to the floor.

A mumbling from Kabbu’s side, then, ever-so-slightly panicked, “Vi? Leif?”

“We are fine.” But between having fallen to the side where he could see and punctuating the reply with tripping over the tangle of blanket, Leif couldn’t stop him from getting out of bed to help.

“Are you sure? Did something happen?” As he got Leif back up, his gaze swept the room.

“No. It was only…” Leif grabbed one arm at the sting of a little more memory sliding back in, although not enough to answer the questions it raised.

“What are you two doing?” Upon laying down, Vi had practically cocooned herself in a blanket, her antennae the only thing sticking out. That was still the case, although she’d adjusted so her face was barely visible in the shadows of the fabric. It was kind of adorable, and were it not for all the mind-occupying things already going on, Leif would have teased her about it. “Some of us are trying to sleep.”

Had it only been her, it would have been easy to dismiss the whole thing, tell her to just go back to sleep, but Kabbu was giving that kicked-aphid look of concern that made it so hard to be mean to him. “We had...a small realization. We don’t know what it means, but it probably isn’t important.” Leif would be up for the rest of the night thinking about it, but that wasn’t anyone else’s business.

“Well, I’ve found talking things out can often be very helpful.”

Vi groaned, flopping back onto her bed. “If I’m tired in the morning you have to carry me,” she murmured, but wiggled around so she was facing the two of them.

Again, it could have been so easy to use her comment as an excuse, a deflection. But now that the invitation was out there, Leif couldn't help but start attempting to explain. “It’s about when we checked in.”

Kabbu tilted his head. “What about it?”

“We- when we paid the innkeeper, she said ‘have a good night, sir.’” Leif paused. “And it...bothered us.”

“Was there something about the way she said it, or something she did as she spoke?” He started to get up off the side of the bed where he’d been sitting. “I thought she’d been noting but polite, but I was tired and-”

“No. She was fine. It was the ‘sir’ part.” Leif looked down, hands twisting the blanket. “It...took us off-guard, somehow. Which didn’t make sense, of course, so we ignored it. But then we couldn’t stop feeling uncomfortable with ourself, in ourself. We didn’t connect the two until we remembered.” The words came out fast, then. “It’s still vague, but this has happened to us before. Being addressed in such ways and getting disoriented, angry, sometimes. Vividly so. But then also other times it has not bothered us at all, even made us happy.”

“You woke us up for that?”

“Vi! We’re trying to be supportive here!”

She groaned. “Yeah, but that’s like saying the sun hurts your eyes if you have to look at it. It sucks, but it happens to everyone.”

Kabbu got half a syllable out before he stopped, turned to face her, and stared at her long enough that Leif looked up and exchanged a ‘what the heck’ glance with her. “I…” He looked between the two of them. “I’m not sure that’s accurate. I’ve never felt that way.”

“Yeah, but you’re...you.”

There was some, odd, reassurance to Vi’s assertion, although even with only fuzzy memory, Leif was certain Kabbu was the factually correct one. “That...isn’t everything, either. We also recalled occasionally being referred to in feminine terms, with a similar range from discomfort...to joy. And they weren’t exclusive. Sometimes we felt like both genders at once, or neither.”

“Okay, that part’s w-”

Kabbu gave her a look.

“...different.”

He didn’t say anything, patiently waiting to see if Leif had something else to say.

“We feel as if there might be something else, an explanation we used to have or...we don’t know. That’s all we can recall, now.”

“That’s alright. Thank you for telling us what you do.” Kabbu shifted so he was fully facing Leif. “I don’t have an explanation either, but we’ll help you figure it out. Is there anything we can do to help right now? Should we change how we refer to you?”

“Leif is always good.” If there was one certain thing, now and in memory, it was that name being safe, being comfortable no matter what. “For everything else, it won’t always be the same.”

“Hm. Would you prefer us to ask what to call you, or should we leave it to you to tell us?”

It was weird, in a dizzying sort of way, how easily accepting Kabbu was being. Not unwelcome. Not entirely unfamiliar, although that was the barest wisp of an impression. “We’ll tell you, but we don’t mind you checking every once in a while, as long as there aren’t any other bugs around.” It would still get noticed eventually, in particular with bugs they ran into frequently, but Leif wanted to limit the number of times this conversation might have to happen with a random bug.

“Alright!”

“Yeah, okay,” Vi mumbled, voice heavy with sleep. “I’ll call you whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

Another prickle of emotion, which Leif kept internal. “Thank you.” Voice rougher than expected, Leif kept the rest short. “That’s all for now. We’d just like to go to sleep.”

Kabbu nodded. He started to reach out, stopped, and stood up instead. “If you want to talk about this again, for any reason, let us know. Good night.”

“Night.”

It took a while to fall asleep, thoughts still eddying, but Leif got there eventually, a bit more comfortable, more secure than before.

#me: *slaps roof of Leif* this bad boy can fit so much fucking gender in her #I love this game and am continuing to have Thoughts and I'm making that everyone else's problem #yeah anyway I conjured this from my brain late last night and this morning hope someone at least finds it interesting #leif bug fables #bug fables #an aquila original #fanfiction #my writing #so far (I'm at the literal start of ch3) I'm getting the impression Leif's memory is still coming back in bits and pieces #so that's what I went for here. #also btw Vi's deal is a pinch of 'not like other girls' #a few dashes of her insecurities abt not being taken seriously because she's young/a bee leaking into certain contexts of gendered referrals #and a heaping handful of lesbian gender discontent

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

poke hornet nest

my stance on ABA

(my stance on ABA)

as someone with (some) lived experience

most of it is shit.

for long time in past and even now, ABA only service available for a lot autistic people & family.

most of it (< ABA*) still is shit. (*this disclaimer applies to rest of repetition)

heard of more than enough cases of. insurance/school system/etc give pathetic number of hours/sessions for speech, OT, etc for autism but many more hours of ABA. or only cover ABA.

most of it still shit.

some speech & OT & other so called “alternatives to ABA” use behavioral & ABA tactics.

most of it still shit.

for many family, especially those with autistic person diagnosed as “severe” or level 3 and or have extreme behavioral issues etc. their option isn’t “ABA or no ABA.” often, option is “ABA or be labeled as abusive neglectful by government” or “ABA or have child taken away” “you ‘willingly’ enroll in ABA or we take and put them in ABA anyway” or “ABA or lose job.”

most of it still shit.

“ABA or lose job” because school not able or not willing help (because autistic person’s needs “that much”), you keep getting called to pick them up from school, from day care. other people not know how “deal with” your autistic family member, you know how help them a little more but also you sure as hell don’t and are just as lost. so you keep miss work to go pick them up from places that kick them out and you exhausted and you not get sleep because autistic family member needs pretty constant supervision and you not have respite and you not know how help and eventually your job fires you because you keep miss work. and oh did ever mention caring for disabled person extremely expensive? but oh btw there ABA agency you can send autistic family member to for up to 40 hour/week so maybe you can keep job and thus keep roof over head and can still put food on table for family for your autistic family member. oh they also say they may able help with autistic family member behavior so maybe they don’t get kicked out of every necessary service.

most of it still shit.

ABA agencies frequently kick out people deemed too severe or “cannot be helped” or too violent or too many behavioral issues or cause too much harm.

most of it still shit.

in world where may & very often do kill you for seeing you as different thus “threat,” ability mask life saving survival tactic. am talking about POC. am specifically especially talking about Black people. is teaching how mask greater evil than dead killed hatecrimed? sure, no one should have to choose between these two options, but world not care about your morals n your “should”s n your envisioned better future you may or may not be actively help build right now, these people need survive in real world here and now.

most of it still shit.

there (some. a few.) ABA survivors who went thru ABA in past and now who think ABA helped. helped them gain skill. help them prevent harm. some of them don’t see self as abused in ABA or traumatized by ABA. some see it as both abused and helped and grateful for help and hate abuse. some see as both abused and helped and don’t see amount of helped as ever worth abuse.

most of it still shit. (so many were & are abused. n abuse is abuse)

many newer ABA agencies realize ABA heavily criticized n labeled abusive & say they change methods & no longer practice old school ABA & now no longer abusive.

most of it still shit. (many of these agencies still do coercive abusive stuff even if call themselves changed)

some of them maybe truly changed. getting rid of abusive practices, focusing on skill building & adaptive functioning, child-led, instead of drills and forced masking.

most of it still shit.

talk a lot with people who so adamant about “all ABA abuse” “all parents who put child into ABA abused deserve get child taken away” who never was in personal proximity of ABA who. when ask to describe what ABA is in own words, not able to. or give generic response like “abuse & force mask”, but when ask to describe specific methods they do that, not able to. when ask them what discrete trial training and prompting is and what goals may look like and how they write behavioral analysis, never heard of any of them. say listen to ABA survivors, but not able name any individual names. just “oh listen to them online, if you actually listen like me you would know & i wouldn’t need say more so it really your ignorance.” but more often, just get reactionary shut down whole conversation be seen as ableist threat if even be asked first question. how you help advocate for ABA survivors if don’t even know what ABA is? or who ABA survivors? if cannot even talk about ABA? how even fight against your enemy if don’t even know what enemy look like, not able pick out enemy from crowd unless spoon fed?

most of it still shit.

found that. when am talking about ABA. from add nuance to encourage thought provoking questions to even rhetorically ask people to describe ABA. have to repeat emphasize that am not saying ABA all not abusive. even if it first thing i lead with. even if it super clear that am indeed criticizing ABA, just with more grey area and nuances than people used to. lot people will block me from this post just within some paragraphs. lot will block me over saying “most of it still shit” instead of denounce all ABA, when it clear that use of word “most” is deliberate choice n reason of said choice is in every corner of this post. others will finish reading (if even that) and all get out of is repeating “most of it still shit.” made similar posts year(s) ago. and still, find people vague post or explicitly post about me or my post, paint me as evil ABA apologist. whenever come across people who talk about “post where talk about ABA good,” stop and wonder, are they talking about me?

don’t want to talk about ABA because of this. tired, not worth it, often is bad starting point is turn off for people who never seen my posts when have other posts much easier entry point, n start off at bad start may cause them to not listen to me and maybe even other higher support needs and or nonverbal nonspeaking autistics in foreseeable future or ever.

you know, this post started off as “… so you all know i don’t think kindly of ABA right”

throughout write this post, don’t know which part am emphasizing more. the “most of it still shit” part or parts in between.

still. most of it still shit.

#loaf screm #aba tw #aba therapy tw #long post #repetition

[captainfern]

IM SORRY BUT THAT ANON WHO REQUESTED FUCKING QUIETLY IN THE SAME ROOM IN A SAFE HOUSE??? THEY ARE A GENIUS PLEASE I NEED IT

(love ur work btw 🤭)

combined with this:

Anonymous asked:

Humbly requesting a part 2 to Rock Bottom (or more voyeurism Soap in general, good lord 😠)

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Rock Bottom pt. 2

voyeur!Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x gn!reader

[“Rock Bottom” by KISS]

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• summary - what the request says but soap can't help but listen in when you sound so good lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 1.6k • warnings - gn!reader, you and price fuck and soap listens idk what else to tell you 😭, strong language

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Soap wondered if he'd died and gone to heaven.

Was he shot on the battlefield? Had he bled out after being stabbed when pursuing the enemy?

Either way, he was stuck inside his head. Gone. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Couldn't believe what he was seeing.

The 141 had taken shelter in a safe house, miles from any kind of civilisation. It was a small house— well, more like a glorified shed, anyway— so everyone was packed into the one space. Closest to the kitchen— not really a kitchen since it had an oven and one cabinet— was Gaz. He was passed out with his head on his pack. Soap was situated a few feet away, laying near the small, circular dining table in the middle of the room.

The dining table separated Soap and Gaz, from you and Price. When everyone settled in for the night, with Ghost situating himself on the front porch for watch, you had curled up on the other side of the table, your head resting on Price's chest. The captain had curled you into his side, and everyone fell asleep.

The rain was heavy outside— pelting the roof like hail, hard and icy. The wind was howling, too, causing the wooden structure of the small house to creak and groan, the old windowpanes shuddering.

It had been about an hour since everyone went to sleep. An hour since Ghost went outside to watch. He insisted on being out on the porch for another couple of hours yet, despite Gaz's offer to take over.

And that's how Soap found himself in something he'd never expected.

It wasn't the initial soft noises that woke him up. Sleep was evading him, and he managed to only fade away for fifteen minutes at a time. So, when he woke up again for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, he gave up. He blinked, eyes adjusting to the semi-darkness as he stared at the ceiling. A small window on the other side of the room sent ghostly light streaming in, only just illuminating shadows and silhouettes.

But, through the rain and wind, Soap's ears caught something else. Sounds that he'd heard numerous times before, and sounds that he fucking loved.

At first, he didn't dare look away from the ceiling. He tried to gauge what was happening, but he already knew. Of course he knew. He knew that just a couple of metres to his left, Price would be fucking you. Fucking you quietly as to not wake the sleeping boys on the other side of the dining table.

"Price..." Soap heard you whisper, your voice soft and angelic and on the verge of a whimper.

It made his cock harden in his cargos, the weight of the fabric making Soap clench his jaw.

"Shh, shh, quiet love," Price whispered back. "You don't want to wake the boys, do you?"

Soap listened, his own heart rate quickening. He heard the soft rustle of fabric— Price pulling your pants down— and then a gentle grunt from the captain's throat. Then, you whimpered. This was followed by the lightest sound— slick, wet. There wasn't enough movement yet for it to be anything other than Price's fingers.

You whimpered again, this time, more muffled. Then, kissing— wet and needy, echoing with your soft mewls that were pushed deeper into your mouth by Price's tongue. Soap bit his lip hard, his cock throbbing in his pants, his face growing hot.

He wanted to see you. He'd never had the chance before, always listening. But now, if he could be careful, he could see you.

The kissing stopped, but slick sounds continued.

Fucking hell. You sounded so wet. So fucking good. Had Price spat on his fingers to make your hole take more of him? Was it your own arousal that he'd use to get you sounding so needy?

You were whimpering again, biting your lip probably. Soap could hear the movement of a body, the rustle of fabric, the clink of a belt. His whole body grew warmer as, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the shadows shift. The moonlight silhouetting Price's frame as he crawled carefully, silently, over your body.

Cock painfully hard in his cargos, Soap realised this was as good a time as any.

So, he released a sigh, mimicking a sound he'd probably make in his sleep. Then, he shifted to his side, slowly moving his hand to the front of his cargos. Eyes closed, Soap ended his movements with a small yawn. Then, he calmed his breathing.

The entire time he did that, you and Price froze. They were listening over the rain and wind for any more noises from Soap. Soap lay as still as he could, slowing his breathing as he squinted through the darkness, watching the way you and Price were illuminated perfectly by the cloud-hazed moonlight.

"Price—" Soap heard you whine. "He's gonna wake—"

"Shh, he won't, s'fine," Price whispered. "You just have to be quiet for me, love."

Soap opened his eyes, and felt his heart clench.

You looked stunning. So pretty. Face, all fucked out and dazed, bathed in ghostly light that made your skin shine and your eyes appear glossy with pleasure. The light was in your eyes, and Soap knew you could see no one else but Price, who was on top of you, settling between your spread legs.

Lucky bastard, Soap thought.

Then, he watched as you stared up at Price as the captain placed a hand over your mouth. Then, with a muted grunt, Price surged forward and shoved his cock into your wet hole.

You choked on a moan behind his hand, your eyes rolling. Soap watched, pressing his palm to the front of his cargos, trying desperately to relieve the building pleasure.

You whimpered in the back of your throat as Price pulled back and thrust back in, your bodies welding together under the shimmering grey light. The rain and wind was growing heavier, and disguised most of the old creaky floorboards as Price shoved your legs around his hips and drove into you harder.

Soap was amazed that Price could keep so quiet. If he was in the captain's position, it'd be you having to slap a hand to his mouth. He'd moan and grunt and whimper as he fucked his cock into your tight hole, wet and dripping after Soap had fucked it with his tongue for hours, prepping you for him so well.

That thought made Soap bite down harder on his lip, splitting the pink skin. He tasted copper, bitter and tangy, against his tongue. He didn't release his lip, though. The sharp tinge of pain helped distract him momentarily from the hot, throbbing sensation in his underwear.

"Mmpf—mm—" You were moaning beneath Price's hand, arching your body against his.

He grunted deeply at you, probably the loudest sound he'd made of the night. His hand around your mouth tightened, fingers tapping your cheek.

"Shh..." He shushed you gently, cock bullying into you over and over again. "Quiet, love. Don't wanna wake the boys. Can't wake 'em, can we?"

You shook your head deliriously, another moan trapped in your throat. Soap withheld a moan, teeth digging harder into his bottom lip. You looked so fucking good.

Price continued to fuck you quietly, keeping most of his soft grunts at bay as his cock hit that spot inside you that rendered you breathless with whines and whimpers.

Soap knew what you sounded like when you were close, but now he could see it.

Your hands grabbed at Price's back, bunching the fabric of his shirt. You arched further, chest pressing to his as your legs trembled around his hips, your own hips bucking to meet Price's thrusts. You whined behind his hand, your eyes searching his face, glassy with tears.

"That's it, that's it, come on, love," Price muttered in your ear, the words making Soap's stomach flip. "Cum for me. That's it. Fuck, cum for me—"

You did, and Soap felt dizzy at the muffled sounds you were making and the expression on your face. You moaned beneath Price's hand, eyes fluttering shut as you came. Your entire body shook as Price fucked you gently through your high, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

After a few more sloppy ruts into your tight hole, Price groaned quietly into your neck came. Soap couldn't see it, but he could tell, also judging by the way you whimpered captain, pulling him to you by his hair and kissing him.

Fucking hell— Soap came too.

In his fucking pants. Untouched. How— oh my god— how fucking embarrassing.

His cheeks flared red and he screwed his eyes shut, coming in his pants as the throbbing pressure released. More blood flooded his mouth as he held a groan at bay. A small grunt escaped, but it was swallowed by the sounds of the weather outside.

A wave of mortification hit him as he cracked his eyes open, watching as Price helped shimmy your pants back up your legs, kissing your thighs as he did so.

Soap sucked on his bottom lip, watching as Price dressed you and kissed you.

Some kind of sick jealousy built inside Soap, and he frowned. He had no right to feel like this.

But he couldn't help it. It should be him making you feel good. You and him.

He released a breath he didn't realise he was holding.

If he'd hit rock bottom before, he'd surely surpassed it this time.

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#captainfern #captainfernsalutes #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #soap cod #soap x reader #soap call of duty #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #soap smut #john soap mactavish #captain'sKISS

[spectral-honey]

-bruce Wayne isn't at the circus when dicks parents are killed, and the court of owls take him and he becomes a talon.

-timmy sees him one night, out in the garden of a party looking up at a sky when dick is killing some guy on the roof. Watches him quadruple somersault kick some guy so hard his neck snaps.

-dick talon, sees Tim seeing him. And stalks the kid home, because he might need to get rid of the witness. Or at least report back to the owls about him.

-talon is in Tim's kitchen and he's going to kill him and Tim sees him, gets excited that for some inexplicable reason a gnarly looking dick Grayson is in his house, and offers him a Popsicle.

-talon, for reasons unknown to him, ends up eating a Popsicle.

-somehow, even though it means nothing to him, should mean nothing to him, being called dick Grayson makes talon not kill him.

-somehow, it doesn't get told to the owls.

-somehow, talon finds a way to see Tim again. Made easier when Tim realizes they could meet in the middle and starts hanging out on dark rooftops.

-tim brings him the picture of the two of them and dicks parents two adults, and dick talon looks at the picture for hours.

-the next time, Tim brings him a handful of camcorder videos pilfered from across the internet. Of the flying Graysons. Of dick, and of his... Parents.

-tim also brings him fruit snacks.

-tim doesn't get why Dick doesn't know this, doesn't get why Dick looks different, doesnt get or think too much about the guy he saw dick kill. He doesn't get why he doesnt speak much or know much or acts weird. He's just happy to see dick again, cause he still remembers the kind boy who offered to do a special trick for him, who cried over his parents bodies, who Tim cried over when his parents read in the paper that he'd disappeared.

-somehow (Batman), the owls are taken down, or at least scattered so talon dick doesn't go back there anymore. He shows up at Tim's door and Tim is happy to have him in the house when his parents are away, and shows dick the treehouse Tim and his dad built, told him he could stay there when his parents were home because no one went there because his dad had a business trip that he had to go to before they finished the ladder and now it was too hard for anyone to get up to.

-dick gets found out by Batman, eventually.

-cause an undead kid is living in his city. A talon type of undead kid. In a little boys treehouse.

-jason found him, actually.

-Jason's Bruce's sidekick, his first one and his first kid, but he isn't a robin, because that name came from dick.

-he stopped for a quick breather in some nice neighborhood with actual yards, saw a treehouse and thought "cool, a treehouse", went in and thought "oh, uncool, a talon with a tiny civilian hostage", saw shitty pictures taped to the wall of the kid looking silly and the talon disarmed and confused, and shitty drawings with colored pencils and crayons, and the talon and kid were sitting close to each other with a kid-proof tablet shared on their laps playing a matching game and thought "weird possibly cool turn of events. A tamed talon", and called Bruce.

-batman comes, and now the talon, the civilian kid, and Jason have made a circle and Jason's reading something to them from the tablet.

-its the Wikipedia page for robins, btw. Tim is a weird kid and talon apparently likes robins.

-batman sees danger, first, because the talons body is shaped by it. The talon is tensed, scanning Bruce for an opening to kill. The talon is too close to Jason, to the civilian, Batman sees so many different ways the talon end them before Batman could take a step.

-but the talon hasn't, is waiting. Waiting for Batman to move. For Batman to attack first.

-and Jason briefed Batman, said he didn't think the talon was a threat. Batman couldn't take his word on it, but he could investigate himself.

-he saw the pictures. The drawings, the tablet and the way the civilian and the talon lean close to each other, how talon has set himself between the civilian and jason and batman.

-he also sees the bedding tucked into a corner. The stack of nonperishable foods tucked behind it. The little scraps of paper with simple words- no, yes, food, tired, game. The gray of talons skin, the hollowness settled deeper than bones. That talon became-was forced to become what he is when he was young. little. precious.

-bruce makes a decision.

-dick argues with Jason about who was really older. He was born first, and just because he couldn't grow for a long time, bruce helped fix that, didn't mean anything. Jason's genetics were freaky, letting him grow taller than dick anyway.

-eventually, when much of his growth and healing is done, he does regain his legal identity and legal age.

-dick loves calling jason his little brother in public, where Jason can only object so much.

-dick also takes extreme joy telling society folk that he just ages well, when they fawn over how youthful and pretty he is.

-tim and dick were introduced to Jason's teen titan friends, using the same costume and codename, around the time dick was the same height as Tim. All the titans are convinced the two are some kind of bat-cloned devil twins until dick finally finishes growing and is like over a foot taller than Timmy.

-it becomes an inside joke for the Titans to confuse their mentors by introducing Tim and dick as twins still anyways.

-when Damian comes he tries to stab dick once and dick is literally like wow. Your form was so bad try being a better child assassin <3 jk tho maybe try defeating me without maiming or killing. As a little challenge. Bet u can't. I could do it and look at me I was an awesome child assassin.

-and so Damian embarks on a journey of learning that he doesn't even know is learning

So the rest of this was supposed to be in the tags but apparently Tumblr only lets you have 30 tags. Boo u whore :/ so here's a bunch of shit that was meant to be in the tags & therefore is formatted weird and not at all like the stuff above:

This all came from 1) the idea of Tim figuring out dicks identity as talon rather than as Robin and 2) the image of talon dick living like in a treehouse like. Like a birdhouse.

I imagine Tim is like, little, maybe 6 or 7 or something when he meets talon dick the first time

And then maybe dick escapes the court when Tim's 9 and Jason finds them when Jason's 13 and Tim's 10

And dick was stuck in an undead talon body at the age of like 9 so he's a little shorter than both of them for a while before Bruce is able to get help to let him age normally again

And they get him a couple growth spurts before they let his body work out the rest

And he ends up like 5'10 and he's like I swear I would've been taller if I hadn't been talon

But no dick actually you were always destined to be a short king <3

For reference I usually hc Jason as 6'0 or taller, dick as 5'10, and Tim as like 5'5

Jason is a behemoth and dick and Tim are short kings. Damian is the tallest when he grows up tho

I also imagine that dick is sort of figuring out who he is and isn't totally there for a long time with Tim, and some time after the court of owls falls he remembers enough about his parents that he tracks down and kills Tony zucco

And Tim's like why did you do that killing is bad :( and dick is like he's why my parents died and Tim is like oh okay :) but dick is like internally going killing is bad? 🤔 I'll have to think on this.

Also like in general I was thinking about a little Tim trying his best to work with dick who is traumatized and not used to expressing himself in regular or healthy ways and Tim being just a little kid so it's not like he knows a lot of things or how to do that so they end up with a modge podge of strange coping skills and communication styles

Hence when I mentioned the papers with words on it .. idk if that was clear lol

Also tho Tim teaching him things that dick take as like. Facts but they're just things Tim does

Like if you whisper in someone's ear it's a secret and you can't tell anyone

And one time dick whispers something in Jason's ear and Jason immediately turns and shouts it to Alfred

And dick is so betrayed

Also Tim telling his parents about his grey friend who lives in his treehouse and can bend his bones and they're like that's nice you have an imaginary friend Tim

I also started writing a version of this post where Timmy like figures out dick is talon and like sleuths after him but it was too unclear how Tim would uncover the fuckin court of owls best agent so I scrapped that

But like fanon Tim probably could

I think its closer to canon Tim that its just something that kind of happens to him tho lol

'i found out the bats secret identities because I happened to see Robin do a trick a boy once told me specifically only he and his family could do'

'i found out Jason was alive because he showed up at me and my friends clubhouse and tried to beat me to death'

#Dick grayson #Tim drake #talon!dick #batfam #i didn't really read over this all the way through once i finished it so IDK how coherent or good this is #and I'm sure i have more thoughts i forgot to write #but i have to sleep i have work in the morning #dc #batman #i will probbsly get back to this post later and capitalize and edit some shit but fkr nowthis is what i have

[cannabiscomrade]

great allergy post btw!!

I think its easy to say good allergies aren’t that bad because they’re avoidable and the symptoms aren’t really chronic in the same sense that typical disabilities are. But my god the social effects! Having to bring your own food everywhere and be mindful about traveling and plane rides constantly is really draining after a while, especially with very common allergens like gluten or meat or egg. Like it’s crazy to me that most people can just eat whatever (like random food trucks in particular because damn I wish) because I’ve never gotten to do that

also the comorbidities! asthma alone accounts for a long term impact of allergen exposure.

people do not care to understand the severity of anaphylaxis and I've even been in first aid trainings where all they did was pass the Epi-Pen trainer around. a certain popular public charter [R.E.D.A.C.T.E.D] doesn't even mandate allergy certification through the first aid/cpr provider they choose. (a majority of first aid/cpr courses I've taken are phenomenal with allergy training fwiw)

ANYWAYS here are the signs and symptoms of anaphylaxis and what to do if you or someone is experiencing them!

If you or someone you know is experiencing anaphylaxis, call emergency services immediately. Do not delay care. If you're unsure, call anyways. Symptoms can be rapid or within 2 hours of exposure.

Do not delay care after administering epinephrine (Epi-Pen, Adrenaclick, Auvi-Q, etc), it is only temporary, hospital care is necessary.

Do not assume that someone with an allergy has an epinephrine injector, especially in places where you have to pay for healthcare.

If someone goes unresponsive and is not breathing during an allergic reaction, start CPR (adult | child+infant) immediately.

Image description: an infographic from the Food Allergy & Anaphylaxis Connection Team titled "SIGNS AND SYMPTOMS OF ANAPHYLAXIS"

Anaphylaxis (an-a-fi-LAK-sis) is a serious allergic reaction that comes on quickly and has the potential to become life-threatening. The most common anaphylactic reactions are to foods, venom, medications, and latex. Anaphylaxis signs and symptoms that may occur alone or in any combination after exposure to an allergen include:

MOUTH: itching, tingling, swelling of the lips/tongue/palate (roof of the mouth)

THROAT: hoarseness, tightening of throat, difficulty swallowing, hacking cough, stridor (a loud, high-pitched sound when breathing in)

LUNGS: shortness of breath, wheezing, coughing, chest pain, tightness

GUT: abdominal pain, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea

CNS/BRAIN: anxiety, panic, sense of doom

EYES/NOSE: runny nose, stuffy nose, sneezing, watery red eyes, itchy eyes, swollen eyes SKIN: hives or other rash, redness/flushing, itching, swelling

CIRCULATION/HEART: chest pain, low blood pressure, weak pulse, shock, pale blue color, dizziness or fainting, lethargy (lack of energy)

Symptoms involving the throat, lungs, and circulation/heart are marked with asterisks, indicating immediate and potential life-threatening symptoms.

Consult with a board-certified allergist for an accurate diagnosis and management plan.

Although the majority of individuals experiencing anaphylaxis have skin symptoms, some of the most severe cases have no rash, hives, swelling

EPINEPHRINE is the first-line of treatment for anaphylaxis Antihistamines, inhalers, & other treatments should only be used as secondary treatment. Always carry two epinephrine auto-injectors at all times.

When you, or someone you know, begin to experience symptoms, CALL 9-1-1 IMMEDIATELY!

FAACT Food Allergy & Anaphylaxis Connection Team

AWARENESS • ADVOCACY • EDUCATION www.FoodAllergyAwareness.org

[phone] Fax [phone]

P.O. Box 511 West Chester, OH 45071 [email protected]

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#disability tag

[begginmonty]

best friends nick miller, winston schmidt and winston bishop 

idk if this fandom is alive anymore but i love these boys and i want to live with them so here's some really detailed headcanons - sorry its long lol. (nsfw mentions, mental health issues & fem!reader, lowercase intended btw)  i also made a playlist here

brief backstory - you move into the loft after jess offers you her old room as she's moving in with cece, you’ve known jess for a while as she comes into the coffee shop you work at everyday and has done for the past like three years. you take up the offer and that’s where the best part of your life starts.

let me emphasise that these boys love you so much and as much as they like jess, they like you a tiny bit more but will never say it.

these boys will defend and protect you till the day you die and they would do the same beyond death too - anyone bad mouths you and these boys are like who said it whos ass are we fighting (although none of them would actually beat anybody up, we all know what they’re like) 

nick always asks if you’ve eaten or taken your meds and when you say no this man glares at you until you move from your spot and go do so whilst you stare at him with a little scared

had a long day and just wanna lie down face first on the sofa? you can literally lay on top of these men and they're not bothered in the slightest 

if your head is on either winston or schmidt’s lap (and your hair is long enough) these boys will braid your hair subconsciously and sometimes schmidt does a really good job (not surprised tho)

(ignore if you don't smoke) you and nick have a guilty pleasure like every few nights going to the roof, dead in the night and sitting in lawn chairs sharing a cigarette together. it’s a bad habit but it’s something you two enjoy together.

going to parties and bars altogether and whilst everyone is making out with people or going home to sleep with people, you and winston are singing your hearts out, like you guys are brilliant at karaoke and you whip out all the old songs, any song. 

and then one of the rare times winston is actually making out with someone, you’re normally sitting at a table like : ( 

listen we all make mistakes right well, just if you’re heartbroken don't be sitting alone with schmidt because somehow you will kiss him and sleep with him and yeah. that happens one night.

and you wake up the next morning and schmidt is actually kinda cute cuddled up next to you and it does feel nice to be cuddled so you just kinda go back to sleep for a bit.

and i'm going to say this now, you do kiss all the guys at some point and/or sleep with them too.

one of them needs a fake girlfriend? you’re down. 

there’s one time you are Winston's fake girlfriend for when his family visits and at the end of the day you’re like, “that was fun, any girl would be lucky to have you as their boyfriend” and you give him one big kiss before going off to bed and he’s stood there dumbfounded. 

you know in that episode where they all admit they’ve thought about jess whilst getting off once? yeah well it’s the same for you. if not a little more. there’s no point denying it. 

dont u deny that you haven't thought of them too.

there’s a period where you’re very much suffering with your funky brain and you’re laying in bed a lot or laying on the floor of your bedroom staring at your ceiling with so many yet no thoughts.

and bless these boys my god, especially nick as he knows what it’s like. they’ll each come sit with you and talk about anything to distract you or just sit with you to keep you company. 

nick finds you sitting on the floor, back against your bed, head in your arms with your knees pulled up, sniffling away and he doesn’t say anything but sits next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. he pulls you close and just kinda crumble in his chest and this man does not judge you one tiny bit. he knows what it's like. so he doesn’t say anything but rubs your shoulders and gives you head kisses. you stay like that for a good hour.

later that night you finally emerge from your room and they’re all sitting on the sofa. it’s obvious you’ve been upset but no one says anything. you dont say anything as you make your way over and sit between winston and schmidt, and winston puts his arm around your shoulders, not in like an obvious comfort way but more in a platonic way?? (idk hopefully you understand)

for your birthday nick is broke and gives you a badly handmade card but dear god you get very emotional about it and he’s like, are you crying?? why?? what did i do i'm so sorry omg?? 

need someone to come to the doctors or the dentist with you and hold your hand? nick will. but don't squeeze his hand that hard cause he will scream. 

these guys support whatever you do. wanna game all night long? they dont care if you’re screaming at a 12 year old for killing you. play any instruments or sing? give them a concert (if you’re comfy). love art? they’ll commission you art (if you give them a friends and family discount). they’re very supportive, okay <3 

give them hugs. they might not act like they want hugs but from what i know about boys, they always want a big squeezy hug. so please give them hugs.

thing about schmidt tho is that if he finds you crying he’s not the best at dealing with it, “y/n have you seen- oh, oh no. NICK?? WINSTON?? HELP”

you guys of course fight and have silly arguments but sometimes they dont really have a filter and will say something unintentionally mean to you and then when they see your face fall they’re like oh god oh no i didnt mean i swear

you always forgive them though, it’s hard to stay mad at them <3

they love you as much as you love them <3

sorry it’s really long and detailed but there’s more if you want it and if you guys wanna send in headcanon requests im totally down to write them! < 3

#nick miller x reader #winston schmidt x reader #winston bishop x reader #new girl imagine #new girl imagines #new girl #nick miller #winston schmidt #winston bishop

[eluminium]

Useless Facts about ImpulseSV: the post

Welcome to “Useless Facts about Impulse”. The title says it all. I am Eluminium, that one fuck who decided to watch every single Impulse hermitcraft season and actually fucking did it, and I have a bunch of completely useless knowledge from it now. AND I SHALL SHARE IT WITH YOU SO YOU TOO MAY ALSO BE ENLIGHTENED! Also cuz i’m bored as shit (Btw i’ll probably keep adding onto this post as I remember or gain more useless knowledge) People who’ve blessed this post with more facts: @bucket-of-amethyst  @tsukinouta  LET THE FACTS BEGIN! First addition of facts: August 7th 2022

-Out of every single base Impulse has constructed on Hermitcraft, 3 and a half of them have featured water as a major design element. These would be the City of Atlantis (S5), iBay (S6), The Pyramid (S7), and the half is his “starter base” temple (S3).  (I count it as a half because he spent a considerable amount of time designing it but it isn’t his main base so to say.) -Impulse has two seasons of Hermitcraft that are the exact same lenght in terms of episodes, these being S3 and S4, both having 57 episodes. -Impulse’s longest season is S6 with 113 episodes, and his shortest is S8 with 35 episodes -Out of every base Impulse has built, only 2 of them do not feature his logo on the inside or outside in it’s final design. These are iBay (S6) and The Pyramid (S7)

-Impulse is shorter then Bdubs IRL. Bdubs claims to be 5′10 while Impulse claims to be 5′8. This makes fanon extremely hilarious

-In S4, the safe rooms Impulse and Tango constructed in the Wither Skeleton farm were called “The Sissy Room”, but only for one episode. After that it’s never mentioned again.

-Impulse’s wife (Ms. Impulse) has never touched Minecraft because she’s an interior designer and would most likely disappear off the face of the Earth if she ever let herself play the game. It hasn’t stopped Impulse from trying a few times though.

-Impulse has a habit of biting off more than he can chew. In 4 out of 7 seasons he’s been in there have been obvious projects that were never finished. These are in order: The roof of his and Tango’s shared Mega Base (S3), A fair amount of The City of Atlantis (S5), The missing farms on the Phinias Board (S7) and the interior of The Candy Factory (S8)

-Impulse’s current keyboard (At the time of writing) was custom made by his son

-In both S3 and S7, Impulse used the exact same floor desgin and armor stand gimmick for his Patreon Monument.

-One of the reasons Impulse and Skizzleman remain such close friends today was because he found a book on networking on Skizz’s bedroom floor when they were both looking to go to a new collage. They both went to the same Networking class after Impulse suggested it and have been glued together ever since. -They absolutely hated that networking class though

-Impulse has had 4 piercings in total. One in the tongue, one eyebrow one, one nipple, and one in the ear. Both the eyebrow one and the nipple one were taken out after they got caught on various zippers, and the ear one was something he did together with his drumline. None of them survived to the present day though.

-Impulse has sold enchanting related things in 4 out of 7 seasons (S4 S5 S6 S9)

-Impulse used to be completely bald and beardless until he grew out his hair and a beard for a No Shave November challange and people said it fit him. He hasn’t returned to baldness since that (At the time of writing) -Every since their introduction, Impulse always carries a totem on him. Although he has a resource pack that makes the totem invisible in first person so it won’t block up the screen as much.

-His Guardian Goodies shop building in S7 is an exact replica of a Guardian “shop” (everything was free) xB designed in S3

-Impulse has won every single “How to Kill” compitition, and with the exact same concept to boot. In “How to Kill a Doc” he made a bunch of traps that looked like the final blow but weren’t, instead having the killing strike be deliver by Impulse himself. In “How to Kill a Tango” he did the exact same thing, although the final blow should have been delt by a Magma Cube instead. Both of these killing machines also share similar surprises. Both involve fire charges (One from dispensers, one from a live Ghast), anvil launchers and TNT. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it i suppose?

-Impulse actually bought the “copyright rights” to the “i” brand from Iskall in S6 so he could keep iTrade open without confusion. Never got something similar from iJevin thought.

-When S6 updated to the villager update, Impulse managed to obtain a glitched Farmer Villager who never locked up his trades no matter how much you traded with him. Although he did lose a fair amount of villagers in iTrade too, so it was more a soul for a soul.

-The only season Impulse was part of that never had Elytras was ironically S3, the one with amplified terrain.

-The first time Impulse properly tested out the Elytra, it lagged so bad he died from fall damage by falling into Xisumas Guardian Farm. The elytra refused to open.

-Impulse and Tango has had an agreement since Impulse joined in S3 that they can take certain resources from each other’s storages and farms without asking before hand. They call this “Mi casa, Ti casa” or “My house, your house”.

-In 4 out of 7 seasons, Impulse has had at least one entire video that centers around either a request from xB, or featuring xB himself. (S3 S4 S5 S7)

-The “SV” in impulseSV could be read as “impulsive” but it actually stands for Impulse’s IRL initials

-Impulse was introduced to Minecraft via his son, who wanted to get into gaming. Impulse mostly played shooters but he didn’t want his kid to play those types of games at his age, so a coworker suggested Minecraft. Although his kid didn’t know anything about the game, so he had to hop on and learn too.

-Impulse plays Minecraft with an inverted mouse. This is because he got so used to flying helicopters in various shooters it made more sense to his brain that dragging the mouse down means up, and pushing it up means down.

-Impulse started out as a fan of Tango’s until he learned that he and Tango are pretty similar in age and in video style. So he e-mailed Tango about a collab and he accepted. Later they learned they lived incredibly close to each other and went out for some “sodas” (aka BEERS). The rest is history.

-The name Impulse along with the black and yellow colour scheme is something Impulse stole from his drumcore’s name and colour scheme. His favourite colour is actually purple.

-Impulse and Skizz live in the same neighbourhood (at the time of writing)

Second addition of facts 9th of August 2022

-Impulse has a dog (specifically a Border Collie) named Prim and a cat named Luna. Luna was a gift for his older daughter. Impulse wasn’t the biggest fan of cats until his wife got one, and he fell in love as well.

-He and Skizz have been best friends for over 25 years (at the time of writing)

-Impulse has a collage degree in computer information systems, because he was too spooked by a full on computer science degree.

-Despite being born in Iowa. Impulse has lived in Arizona since he was 5 years old.

-Impulse was born in 1981. Skizz is 2 years older. You do the math.

-Impulse ain’t no single child, he has a sister who once saved him from drowning. This was after he had colided with a boat on a Jetski as a kid.

-Impulse is a father of 3, his oldest is heading to collage (at the time of writing) and his youngest is 10.

-If any government or HOA people asks what Impulse’s new studio is (at the time of writing), it’s totally just a guest house. nothing else. nothing to see here.

-He met his wife in collage.

-His channel was originally made to be a sort of memory box of him and his son playing games together.

-His wife has a Etsy store where she sells custom made jewlery. It’s called Desert Medows Design (it’s actually pretty sick ngl)

-Impusle is a pretty big “sportsball” (aka Sports) fan and usually brings it up in streams. Not for long though considering he recognises that most people who watch him aren’t that into sportsball (his words not mine. honestly though it is pretty cool to listen to, could be just a me thing.)

Third addition of facts 12th of August 2022

-Impulse has a back injury that appearenly reappears to cause problems sometimes. He got it from playing Volleyball one time and messed up a muscle in his back when jumping. According to the man himself, when that pain flares back up it can leave him stranded on the couch with ice packs and heatpads for a fair while.

-According to Skizzleman, Impulse doesn’t handle blood very well. He got hit in the face with a pizza box once and the bleed he got from that made him serverly nauseous.

-Impulse has a slight gluten intolerance Fourth addition of facts 18th of August 2022

-Impulse has back teeth retainers.

-Impulse hates olives. Like “Will throw up” levels of hate. He shares this hatred with Tango.

(thats enough for now but i’ll probably add more as i think them up)

#el speaketh #dose of impulse #El's Impulsive Impulse Journey #impulsesv #hermitcraft season 3 #hermitcraft season 4 #hermitcraft season 5 #hermitcraft season 6 #hermitcraft season 7 #hermitcraft season 8 #hermitcraft season 9 #hermitblr #hermitcraft #i do not have a problem what are you talking about #Impuse list of facts

[gold-rhine]

Before the archon war trial arc begins we should get an event where all the archons and Neuvillette are present and you get to watch everyone's wherabouts like in that akademia tournament event, and Neuvillette keeps barely missing all the archons, like a Scooby doo bit.

Venti and Zhongli are actively avoiding him and coming up with dumb explainations for why they're chilling on the roof or fully left the premises(old man yaoi bait too)

Ei doesn't care she's ready to duel a dragon again but she's with Miko who DOES care and is leading Ei all over the place avoiding Neuvi

Nahida wants to have a civil conversation with him but she keeps missing him by chance because now Neuvi's running all over the place...

btw what do you mean, "ready to duel a dragon again"? i dont think raiden ever dueled a sovereign, the initial war between dragons and celesta happened waaaaay too long ago, and its during that war that sovereigns lost power. archon war when makoto came to power happened like, thousands of years later. so even if raiden murdered an electro dragon, which we didnt see mentions of tho, unless it happened at the very invasion of teyvat, the dragon would not be at full power. but thats like. zhongli territory old at least, i dont think raiden is that old. orobashi was most likely not a vishap, just a snake god, bc in enka they did experiments and torture on vishaps under his command and like. if he was a dragon, he'd know all vishaps are intelligent without tests.

the timeline is like. dragons rule and control the elements via authorities ->celestia invades ->war with dragons, celesta wins, most sovereigns are dead, all their authorities taken, BUT NO ARCHONS. celestia is powerful enough to keep elements under control by itself ->thousands of years pass, this is time of unified civilization and celestia being in close touch with ppl via heavenly envoys and sometimes nail-bombing->2 new descenders show up (we dont know if at the same time or not but im not sure), celestia has war with at least one of them, mb both, this drains their resources ->one of the descenders dead, the other makes truce with celestia, bc elements are getting from under control of celestia, i.e. risk of dragons regaining authorities ->celesta and descender create gnosis and give it to archons, this is done specifically to keep elements under control

sorry for digressing, yeah itd be funny. i think he should actually meet nahida, bc he already sounds sympathetic to her, she has rock solid alibi (being kept in a baby jail from birth for 500 years) and then one of the first things she did when she was out is to help healing dendro dragon. i just think nahida is under so much responsibility of always being the wise one and everyone else, and shes still a baby in a lot of ways, she needs someone older to look after her. honorary melusine

btw i dont think we'll ever get actual trials, i think we'll be confronting celestia before it can come to that

#rhine talks

[everlastlady]

hi! im a new user on tumblr and i happened to stumble onto ur acc when looking for helluva boss fanfics!

i was wondering if you could do a striker x male!reader fanfic! as a trans man, its hard for me to find male!reader fics cause theyre a pretty hard find and a lot of the fandoms im in are kinda small!!

if u arent doing requests, thats totally fine! i can understand not doing them considering u mentioning ur break from the fandom ( btw i hope that things go well for u during ur break from the hh/hb fandom, it can be tiring )

if u are and u do do this request, thank you so much!! it means a lot to me. <3

have a good day!

Thank you! Before I take my break I'm going to get these request out of the way. But thank you! And of course I'll write Striker X Male Reader. I'll also definitely start posting mlm fics soon because I'm still getting into the comfort of writing mlm since I used to writing a lot of other fics. But I hope you enjoy this Striker X Male Reader!

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Striker X Male Reader: Hit & Run.

☕ Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, and powerful overlords. Happy Pride Month! And welcome back to this story of Striker X Male Reader. I had fun writing this while blasting music. So I hope you all enjoy but also fun fact I'm bisexual, demisexual, & demi romantic. I realized I was bisexual in middle school because I had a crush on my friend Heather and I thought I just liked her because she was my friend but the universe was like nah you wanna kiss her. Lol I discovered I was demi romantic and demi sexual when I turned 19 and since then I've been feeling comfortable with who I am. My account will always be a safe place for the pride community. You are not alone, you are strong, you are loved, and my dms are always open.

☕Word Count: 2083

☕Fandom: Helluva Boss.

☕Story Contains: Blood/A beat up cowboy.

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You stirred in your sleep and opened your eyes. You noticed that your husband Striker was no longer in bed. But this was normal; Striker usually go up early in the morning or at midnight to get ready for a job. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dating the outlaw. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, you were still exhausted from work. But you were glad that today was your day off, you fell asleep again but woke up a couple of hours later and decided to start your day. You took a shower and got dressed. You walked into the living room and smiled at the wedding picture on the table. You remembered this day and how you meet Striker. The outlaw had run out onto the road and got hit by your car. You had stopped and panicked seeing that you hit someone. When you placed him in the car and offered to take him to the hospital. He refused to go and ask that you just patch him up, you were unsure of this but nodded. When you had taken Striker in and patched him. He really didn’t talk to you, he seemed more interested in getting patched up and leaving but with his condition. He couldn’t do that yet so he stayed with you for a few weeks. Striker was quite the asshole to you when he was under your roof. He would growl or snap at you when you tried to help him. Refused to eat your cooking because said it sucked. But deep down he loved your cooking and would sneak into the kitchen at night to eat leftovers. You worked as a nurse at a hospital so you knew how to take care of Striker. He slowly started to warm up to you and he would do this by teasing you. Striker was taller than you so he would call you a small fella and sometimes hold items above your head. He would also poke you sometimes or make jokes. Striker did help out around the house, sometimes he would cook and you loved his cooking. “ I guess you could say I’m the better cook. “ Striker chuckled. You rolled your eyes. After Striker was healed. It was time for him to say goodbye; which made you sad. You would hate to admit but you felt something for the outlaw. But you weren’t sure if he liked you or if he liked guys. “ Hey, Striker. “ You said walking up to him, as you watched him get on his horse.

“ Yea, darlin’? “ Striker said. Hearing him say that made you blush but you shook your head, it was too soon to admit your feelings. “ Have a safe trip. “ You said, smiling at him. Striker smirked that smirk you loved so much as his gold tooth glimmered in the sun. “ Thanks for taking good care of me. If I see ya again you better be ya hear me. “ Striker smacked Bombproof with his tail and rode off. You waved goodbye while blushing and smiling. You thought about Striker’s words and nodded, you head back inside. You haven’t seen Striker for a long while, but you did what he said and became a doctor. You had just finished working late and had pulled into your driveway. You got out of your car and yawned. Pulling out your keys. You unlocked the door and walked inside; you switched on the light and jumped seeing Striker sitting on your couch looking beat up and bleeding out; he saw you and smirked. “ Hey, there darlin’ it's been a while. “ Striker said and winced in pain. You quickly close the door and ran over to Striker and were careful with him. “ Striker what the fuck happened!? “ You said and ran to get your med kits. You came back and Striker started removing his clothes and staying in his boxers. You blushed and set the medkit down. You placed his bloody clothes into a bag and started to patch him up. “ I had this job, and this job didn’t go as I planned. I killed the targets but I got a little messed up during the fight. “ He said chuckling and wincing in pain. “ Sorry, and you didn’t get messed up a little you got messed up a lot. “ You said and slipped off your blood gloves. Striker lifted your chin with his finger. “ Yeah, but a cute doctor is patching me up~ “ Striker smirked. You quickly stood up and Striker’s reaction made you laugh. “ But I’m glad you did become a doctor and I wonder if you still make good food. “ Striker stared at you. You smiled. “ I’ll give you some things to clean yourself up with and I’ll make us dinner. Since you are here and I patched you up, then you owe me some catching up okay? “ You said. “ Sir yes sir. “ Striker said and chuckled.

You walked into your room and grabbed a washcloth and a towel for Striker. You found a pair of grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt that could fit him from when a friend was staying with you. You walked out and handed Striker the items. “ Thanks, pumpkin. “ Striker said. “ New nickname? “ You said with a chuckle. “ Oh, little thing I have a bunch of them let's see if you can unlock them~ “ Striker shot you and wink then walked into the bathroom. You stood there smiling and blushing. You walked into the kitchen and decided to make your favorite meal, hopefully, Striker will like it. After cooking you had finished. “ Something smells good and I know it's not just me. “ You turned around to see Striker standing there. His white hair was a mess from showering. You walked up, shit he did smell good. “ Y~Yeah I made (food name). “ You said. Striker grinned and claps his hands together. “ Then what are we waiting for let’s dig in. “ Striker sat down as you made him a plate or bowl of food. You sat down to eat with Striker. The two of you catching up. Striker was proud that you had become a doctor. “ Here darlin’ let me clean those for you. “ Striker said trying to grab your dish. “No, you need to rest Striker. “ You said frowning. Striker chuckled and pulled you close with his tail so that you pressed up against him. “ I’ve been an assassin for years. I know what my body can handle darlin’ and I’m sure you've been on your feet all day. “ Striker stared at you with a serious look. “ You go unwind, my mama taught me how to treat a host the right way. “ Striker smirked and let you go.

You were standing there flustered but walked off. You saw that Striker had gotten the blood stains out of your couch. “ Oh. wow. “ You walked into your room and started to undress so you could shower. You weren’t sure if Striker was flirting or teasing you but those feelings you had for him a while back were returning. But what if he leaves again? You frowned and turned on the shower and washed yourself up. You let the water hit your body and you thought about Striker. You weren’t sure if you would ever tell him. You sighed and turned off the water, you stepped out dried off, and changed into your pajamas. You opened the door and jumped. You saw Striker standing there holding a pack of popcorn and a tub of ice cream. “ I was still hungry and saw you had snacks, wanna watch a movie? “ You smiled and nodded. “ I would love to. “ Striker offered his hand to you. You grabbed his hand and later that night you and Striker were watching an old western movie had had suggested both of you had finished off the ice cream and popcorn. You saw that Striker had fallen asleep at the end of the movie. You stood up carefully sliding him down on the couch. You walked off and returned with a pillow and a black blanket. You carefully slipped the pillow under his head and covered him with it, you watched him stir in his sleep. You smiled and walked off.

You got yourself ready for bed since tomorrow was your day off but you still valued your rest. You got into bed and sat there thinking of Striker and you fell asleep. You planned for a restful sleep but you woke up screaming and crying. But something held, you looked up to see Striker looking at you with a worried look. “ (Y/N) are you okay? I heard ya screaming and crying. Did you have a nightmare darlin? Here scoot over I’mma slide in. “ Striker said. You scoot over and Striker got in your bed and pulled you close and rubs your hand. “ You can tell me what happened if you want. “ He said looking at you with a smile and a caring look. You sighed, you might as well tell him and if he rejects you then at least the nightmare wasn’t wrong. “ I had had feelings for you, I love you Striker, but I had a nightmare that I told you how I felt and you just laughed you kept laughing telling me that you don’t love me. “ Tears threatened to spill again. “ Y~You love me? “ Striker said. You look up to see Striker blushing and had a large grin. “ D~ No, (Y/N) I feel the same way I about you when we first met and you patched me up and you let me stick around I developed feelings for you, I just didn’t know how to tell you. I couldn’t get you out of my head ever since I left. It’s one of the reasons I came back. “ Striker chuckled and you couldn’t help but let the tears fall because you were happy that he felt the same way. “ Strik- “ But you were cut off as Striker kissed you and you kissed him back. The two of you locked in a passionate kiss both of your tails wrapping together and getting tangled. Striker promised to stay in the bed with you and the two of you talked all night.

Striker told you that if you agreed to be his boyfriend then you would have to deal with the outlaw lifestyle the things that came with being an assassin even a couple of rules. You loved Striker so you agreed to be his boyfriend and follow his rules which were no calling him while he is working, no posting pictures of him on your social media, don’t let others know about your relationship with him, and be careful who you trust. Striker had these rules to protect himself and espically you. So you agreed to these rules. Striker held you close and kissed your head. “ I love you bo. “ Striker said as he kept his tail around you. After that night you and Striker continued your relationship. You supported him and he supported you. Of course, now he was no more careful when taking on jobs but even when he got a bit messed up, you were always there to patch him back. Eventually, Striker proposed to you when he made you a fancy homemade dinner. The two of you had a small private wedding but you didn’t care about some grand wedding you had Striker and that’s what made you happy. Striker always made you laugh and smile. He would play songs on guitar for you, even written you a few songs, and maybe sometimes he took you on trips. He always brought you a gift back from his jobs, Striker loved you and he’ll always love you.

-Back In the Present -

You felt someone kiss your neck. “ Striker~ “ You blushed as the cowboy pulled you close while placing his hand on your chest. “ I see my beautiful bo is remembered our wedding day. “ He said also staring at the picture with you. “ And the day we met. “ You said while setting the picture down you turn around and kissed Striker. He held you close and kissed back. “ I still remeber the nervous mess you were when we met. But you were my nervous mess. I’m glad you hit me with your car. “ He said laughing and shaking his head. “ How many times will I have to say sorry, but yes I’m glad I hit you with my car too. “ Striker dipped and kissed you.

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[lesbianwriter]

I looooved the villian x civilian fic!!! Can I request an Assassain (or Villian) interrogating civilian who doesn't know anything? I love your writing style btw (:::

The hardest things about interrogations was handling the reactions.

The crying, the begging, the whining.

Assassin hated it all—everything would be so much easier if the victims stopped with the sobbing and just fessed up, and she couldn’t be bothered to wipe their tears.

But her latest target, Civilian, was especially loud. She rivaled a harpy the way she screeched and wailed, the sound grinding on Assassin’s ears like nails on a chalkboard.

“Stop crying. Stop.” Assassin demanded, arms crossed as she glared down at the shivering woman. “Tears aren’t going to fix this, got that? All I need is information about Hero.” Idly, she spun her knife between her fingers as she looked at Civilian.

She was certain she had taken the right person. The name matched, the picture matched…but Assassin was gradually beginning to doubt that this woman knew anything about Hero.

Still, she leaned closer to Civilian, her eyes narrowed to daggers.

There was still a job to do. Assassin still had to go through the motions, no matter the nagging feeling worming in the back of her mind.

“I—I don’t…I don’t know anything!” Civilian stammered. Globs of tears rolled down her flushed cheeks. Her eyes were wide and shaking as she looked up at Assassin. “Please—please—I don’t know anything! This is a mistake!”

“Do you know how many people say that?” Assassin replied in a hushed tone, her voice the raspy, coarse sound of gravel crunching and rocks scraping. “Come on, don’t make me force the words out of you. I assure you—I will.”

She angled the tip of her blade by Civilian’s chin, considering the woman with cold eyes.

Civilian’s cry of terror was shrill as a siren. “I swear to you, I don’t know anything! I…I swear—it’s the truth!”

Assassin inhaled heavily. “Okay, let’s make this simpler. What is Hero’s plan for Supervillain?”

“W—what?”

“Don’t play dumb; I hate that almost as much as I hate crying.” Assassin raised a brow. Her eyes narrowed over her mask, but she still had the feeling that maybe Civilian was clueless.

Maybe she wasn’t pretending…

“…I don’t know anything about that.” Civilian sniffled. Her mouth felt as if it’d been stuffed with cotton, her tongue dry as sandpaper scraping on the roof of her mouth, but she managed to swallow and string together words. “Please, you have to believe me—I’m begging you!”

Assassin rolled her eyes and spun her knife between her fingers, considering Civilian.

People always denied knowing anything at the start, but there was a genuine fear in Civilian’s eyes that made Assassin stop herself from dragging the knife down Civilian’s skin to force out the answers she needed.

That fear could be because she did know something…or it could be because she truly didn’t know anything.

“Fine.” Assassin stepped back, but she kept her eyes on Civilian. “Just…stop. Quit crying. I believe you.”

For now, at least.

She crossed her arms and glared at Civilian. Not only was the sound of crying annoying, but Assassin hated how pathetic people looked when they cried. Puffy eyes, tear-stained cheeks…it all made her feel as if she was kicking a weak kitten.

Sniffling, Civilian did her best to stop crying, taking short gasps for air. “Th—thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Assassin muttered, sheathing her knife with a huff. “There has to be a reason that you were suspected of knowing something,” she leaned against the table. “So, help both of us out here. Is there anybody you know, anybody at all, who’s disappeared recently?” She gritted her teeth, but tried to speak a touch gentler than before—whatever it took to get this mess dealt with.

She was an assassin. She came, she eliminated, she was done. Interrogations were more intricate and involved more patience that Assassin didn’t have.

“My…my girlfriend…” Civilian stammered. Her eyes blurred with tears, her vision burning.

That checked. Hero had disappeared once Supervillain had tracked her down and nearly defeated her. Now, she was planning an attack, and Civilian clearly wasn’t involved in that type of planning—or anything, apparently.

“She never told you about her job?” Assassin raised a brow, but it was plausible.

Civilian trembled and shook her head. “Nothing. I thought she worked at an insurance company!”

“…okay.” Assassin exhaled, rubbing her temples. “Fine, I believe you. I’ll talk to my boss about this…misunderstanding, but I can’t promise anything.”

Attempting to clear up the misconception was about the best that Assassin could offer.

She just hoped that Civilian calmed down by the time that she got back.

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[pssyinboots]

Hey! I loved I Was The Best To You. So could you maybe, write a Wally fic to the song Homesick by Lexi Jayde. If you don’t like the song that okay. :)

how could you break my heart like this. i wasn’t expecting it to be so sad,but i love ruining my life so thank you. btw i loved the song!! i hope you like it!! sorry it’s a bit short.

Homesick

He said he would never hurt you. That you were his true love,and you believed him. You really thought that you were it for him. But here you are watching Wally shove his tongue down Maddie’s throat, burning down your five year relationship. You couldn’t do this, you couldn’t watch who you thought was the love of your life (death) fall into another girl. So you ran, you ran as far as you could go (which wasn’t very far since you were stuck in this stupid school)

Wally knew it was wrong, how could he fall for Maddie when he told you that you were everything to him. But slowly Maddie started replacing you in his heart,he tried to stop it he really did but you can’t fight true love.Now here he was kissing another girl when he was supposed to be inside dancing with you. He felt terrible about it,about hurting you. He should have told you he had feelings for Maddie but he thought he could just bury them, turns out he couldn’t. After the kiss Maddie told him that she couldn’t do this, she couldn’t be with him right now. Not only did he have a girlfriend but she was also preoccupied with solving her murder. So he went to try and find you,hopefully you were still inside the dance.

Your sobs were so loud you didn’t even hear someone come up on to the roof. ��Hey baby what’s wrong.” Wally tried to wrap his arms around your waist but you whipped around and pushed him away. He had the audacity to look hurt. “You can’t be fucking serious right now. Did you suddenly get amnesia? I saw you kiss her.”, fuck, he was fucked, “What are you talking about baby, i just went out for air. Maddie came out with me but we just talked.”. Is he fucking serious right now, obviously the Wally you knew and loved was dead. That Wally would never lie to you. You didn’t know who this person was but you found him hysterical. So much so that you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. And you did, you actually started laughing right in his face. Wally looked taken aback, but you just couldn’t help it, this had to be comedy. He couldn’t actually think you were that stupid. “Then kiss me, if you didn’t kiss Maddie you would have no issue kissing me.” Wally tried he really did, he’s kissed you thousands of times before. This time though was different, he just couldn’t do it. Shaking his head no he took a step back from you. He didn’t think it would be this hard, he thought you would just fall back into his arms. But you wouldn’t do that, you couldn’t do that. “Leave Wally, just go don’t even pretend to care about me or this relationship. You burned our house down.”, and he did he just walked away with his head hung low.

You were left to mourn the person you used to know, the person you still loved. He died, the person who was just in-front of you was a imposter. A part of you was homesick, longing for that picture perfect relationship. You were stupid for thinking perfect things could last forever.

#school spirits #wally clark #milo manheim #wally clark x reader

[oklotea]

Callie and Octavio!!!!!! They are best friends and hang out together every week because i said so!!!!!

Under the cut is my rambling if your interested...

UGUGHGHUG I'VE BEEN READING A LOT OF FICS WITH THEM and I've decided they are family. Callie has two grandpas and Marie is in denial of this fact.

Some fics with Callie Octavio interactions you should check out btw because these two make me insane

Callie's No Good, Very Bad Day. Week. Month. Year. By UnderFlorence. IT'S GOOD. VERY ANGSTY. It's from Callie's point of view after the final splat fest of splatoon 1. Really fills in a lot of details we don't get from the game itself, and just an all around very well written fic!! Really does a good job humanizing Octavio as a person instead of a one-note monster.

Cracked Snowglobes Under Leaky Roofs (and the steps taken to mend them) by Mossible. This is still an ongoing fic! It has extremely long chapters, just how I like it, and it's an Octavio centric fic. It rewrites a lot of things that happen across the 4 story modes from his pov, in great detail. It also does an amazing job with callie and octavios dynamic imo!!!

You should definitely check these two fics out, their really good!!!!!!!!! If anyone has anymore fic recommendations for me, please let me know!!!!!!

#wow its been literal years since last time i posted art on here #ANYWAYS ITS THEM OH MY GOD ITS THEM OH MY GOD #callie #dj octavio #splatoon #splatoon fic #tea art 🎨 #oklo makes a post

[mystic-writings]

tongue tied, harrington? | steve harrington

PAIRING — steve harrington x fem!reader

REQUEST — @chevyharvelle - Could u possibly do a Steve Harrington x Reader based on Tongue Tied by group love? I am a slut for the best friends to lovers trope

SUMMARY — you and steve are invited to a group hang out at robin's, and during a cigarette break on the roof, steve finally tells you how he feels

WARNINGS — mentions of underage drinking & smoking, friends to lovers

WORD COUNT — 2,405

NOTES — happy st4 release day!! i love this song so much and i’m so glad i got to write for it (listen here - tongue tied by grouplove) also i think this is the fastest i've ever written and posted a request btw it hasn't even been 12 hours since i got the request and i'm queuing it to post at like 11pm

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Steve Harrington. Your best friend, Steve Harrington. Ever since you were seven years old, Steve Harrington's been by your side through everything. 

It started, ironically, the way most childhood friendships start. With a game of tag. Katie Mulligan had been ‘it’ that round, and half of the second graders were running wildly around the field. You were trying to get to the play set where the older kids hung out so you could hide under it and avoid Katie (and hopefully everyone else that would get tagged afterwards). Instead, you ran straight into Steve Harrington’s body, crashing to the ground and getting grass stains all over your clothes.

He helped you up and asked if you were okay, and you brushed yourself off as best as you could before Steve was taking your hand and running as fast as you would let him. It wasn’t until you glanced behind you that you could see Katie Mulligan chasing after you, and you picked up speed and ran with him until the bell rang and your lungs were burning. The rest, as they say, is history. 

Even now, almost eleven years later, Steve Harrington was still your best friend. Sure, he became friends with the popular group when you got to high school and you tended to drift toward the so-called ‘outcasts’, you always found time for one another. Even when he started dating Nancy Wheeler and you called him an idiot for dating someone a year younger than him, someone so nice and sweet, you always made sure that he came over on Fridays for mac and cheese and a movie, just like you’d been doing since you were ten years old. 

Then everything changed, and it all started when a little boy went missing. 

Will Byers disappeared on November 6, 1983. Barbra Holland followed after him less than three days later, waiting for her friend at Steve’s house. It wasn’t until you and Steve went to the Byers’ house to help him ‘win back Nancy’ (his words, not yours) that you discovered the truth about it all. 

Will had been taken to a place called the Upside Down, a mirror dimension full of darkness and terrifying monsters that were out for blood - something you realized very quickly. When it was all over, Will’s friends lost a member of their party, and you were forced to sign an NDA. No one was allowed to know what happened, and that was something the Hawkins Lab would be sure of. 

But now, almost two years and two catastrophes later, things were beginning to feel somewhat normal again. The Byers had moved to California with El and everyone else was trying to pretend like things were okay, even if Hawkins had become the focus of every interested eye in America. 

Tonight, though, you were ignoring everything that had happened and the fear that something else would eventually come along and cause more damage in favor of some fun. You and Steve were invited to what Robin liked to call a ‘hangout’ with a group of other people, some of her other friends from school. 

Steve, of course, had gotten an invite since he works with her and they went through a lot together, but you had gotten an invite partially because of last month, but also because Robin had been part of the group of ‘outcasts’ you hung out with. You decided to go together, since that was how you spent most of your time anyway. Steve drove, and you fiddled with the radio until you found a good song to listen to. 

The windows were rolled down, wind billowing throughout the car as you bobbed your head along to the music, occasionally belting out lyrics. You’d even tried putting your Converse-clad feet on the dash, but Steve swatted them away with a disapproving look. 

When you pulled up to Robin’s house, the sun was setting and almost every light in her house was on. A few cars were in the driveway, so Steve parked on the street out front, allowing you to step onto the grass of Robin’s front lawn. 

The air was thick with humidity and too warm for your liking, but sometimes a small breeze would blow past and make it feel perfect. It didn’t matter, though, since you headed toward the red front door of Robin’s house, following behind Steve, before you got the chance to enjoy it for long. 

The blonde greeted you happily when you knocked, the sound of music and chatter growing louder as she led you to the den, where everyone was hanging out. You recognized almost everyone - there couldn’t have been more than ten people, most of which you knew were in band, a few outcasts that were a year or two younger than you and Steve, but you were familiar with most of them. 

You and Steve sat on the last open spots on the couch, wedged between the arm and one of the girls you were in an art class with during senior year; one of the boys from band was sitting on the other side of her. Steve’s leg was pressed against yours, and you were sure that four people weren’t supposed to be sitting on the same couch, but you didn’t complain, because Robin’s AC made her house too cold (even though you’d been wearing a zip-up hoodie) and Steve’s body heat was enough to warm you up in minutes.

Everyone was lounging around the den, either sitting in the leather chairs or the other couch to your right, while Robin and the girl you knew she had a crush on - Cassandra, you were sure her name was - sat at the bay window, talking to one another instead of the group conversation everyone else was having. You smiled to yourself, watching Robin blush when Cassandra put her hand on Robin’s knee. 

As the talking continued and the sun set further beneath the horizon, the flow in the room made you feel light. You’ve always been like that, you supposed. You felt better talking in groups, even if you were only talking to one person. More people made it easier for you to open up. 

It wasn’t until the sun fully set that Robin and a few others cracked open some beer, and before you knew it, with half a bottle of beer flowing through you, you were cracking jokes and talking more adamantly than you cared to admit. You felt a little looser, almost like you were light headed, but that wasn’t just because of the beer. For the past half an hour, Steve’s hand had been resting on your knee as he leaned forward to talk to the guy sitting on the arm of the couch nearest to you. 

You didn’t know how long it’d been since the sun set, but you decided it was time to get a bit of air. As soon as you excused yourself, the chill of the AC set in again, and instead of going out the front door, you decided that the roof would be a good idea. You’d been in Robin’s house plenty of times, and you knew her parents weren’t the biggest fans of smokers, so the roof was best. Besides, you and Robin shared plenty of cigarettes up there before, anyway, so you knew she wouldn’t mind. 

Once you made it to her room, you crossed the carpet floor and pried open the window, a blast of warm, humid air hitting your body as you used your strength to push it all the way open. When you slipped out, you closed the window behind you before stabilizing yourself and walking a few feet away, just to be sure, before you sat down and stretched your legs.

Not long after you stretched your legs out before you, you decided it was too uncomfortable, opting to tuck your knees to your chest. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out a pack of your mom’s Malboros and your zippo, pulling out a cigarette and letting it dangle between your lips as you shielded the other end from the breeze with one hand, the other lighting it with the zippo. 

You took a long drag, relishing in the calm that the cigarette brought you. A light breeze washed over you, just like the one you felt when you first arrived at the house. You couldn’t help but smile as you exhaled, watching the cloud of smoke dissipate as it floated into the night sky. The calm was nice, but you barely got two drags into your cigarette when the window opened, and out walked Steve. 

Without saying a word, he closed the window and came over to sit beside you, tucking his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. Neither of you spoke as you took another drag, but you could feel Steve’s eyes on you as you exhaled.

After a few more long moments, you let out a puff of smoke as you rolled your head to the side, looking at your best friend with an arched brow. Steve’s mouth gaped, opening and closing as you smirked at him, wondering what was going on in his head. 

“What’s the matter?” You smirked. “Tongue tied, Harrington?”

The unfortunate truth of the matter was, he was in fact, tongue tied. He couldn’t help it, you looked so beautiful to him. You always did, but here, under the moonlight, baggy sweater slipping off your shoulder to show the maroon tank top you bought a few years ago, a cigarette delicately held between your fingers and that oh-so familiar playful glint in your eyes, he couldn’t help but think you should be photographed and hung up in a museum, just so everyone knew how beautiful you were. 

You looked away for a moment, taking a final drag from your cigarette before stubbing it out on the shingles. When you turned back to Steve, smoke trailing from your lips, your eyebrows furrowed. He was still looking at you, mouth agape and hair falling in his face, but there was a glint in his eyes; one you’d never seen before. At least, not one you’d seen in his eyes when he was looking at you.

“What?” You asked slowly, heartbeat growing erratic. “Is there something on my face or something?”

Steve let out a low breath, eyes flickering to your lips before he shifted, leaning on his hand. Slowly and with a quiet voice, he asked, “Can I kiss you?”

The question, if you were being honest, hit you like a truck. Steve Harrington wanted to kiss you. Your best friend wanted to kiss you.

And your only answer was yes.

So, that’s exactly what you said. And before you knew it, his lips were brushing against yours, slow and hesitant, and nothing like the Steve you knew. He was brash and confident and loud, so you knew he must’ve been nervous. But that first touch sent sparks flying, and within seconds the real Steve was back, slanting his lips against yours and lifting his free hand to cup your jaw, fingers tangling in your hair. 

You shifted in your spot to face him better, wanting nothing more than to kiss him until the world ended. But he pulled away for air, and for a moment, you found your body leaning into his, chasing the kiss and wanting more. For a moment, you thought that would be the end of it, but you remembered that you could do something. You could make it more. You snaked your right hand up to the back of Steve’s head, barely giving him a moment to admire you before your lips were crashing onto his, a burning passion intertwining in your lips, showing Steve how much you liked him. 

This time, it was your turn to pull away, feeling Steve’s hand slip from your face as you smiled at him, lips bright pink and swollen. Steve gaped once again, and you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up your throat. “Tongue tied, Harrington?”

“I-I’ve been wanting to do that since middle school,” Steve admitted, nervous laughter floating in his words as his cheeks and ears tinted red.

There hadn’t been a single word of a lie in his sentence. Ever since seventh grade, when you tackled Tommy H. for calling you a pussy when you wouldn’t participate in the race he was holding for the other seventh graders at recess, he felt like he could’ve kissed you right there, even if it was in front of a hundred middle schoolers. And for years, there were times when he’d just stare at you in awe, wondering how he managed to get the best person in Hawkins to be his best friend, and how on Earth you managed to stick by him, even when he usually only dated girls to try and get over his crush on you. And on the off times you’d catch him staring, you’d always say the same thing: ‘Tongue tied, Harrington?’ and he would never really have a response, because how were you supposed to tell your best friend that you wanted to date them?

The corner of Steve’s lips pulled into a smile as he watched yours do the same, and he couldn’t take his eyes off you as you moved, resting your head on his shoulder. “Well, now you can do it any time you want, Harrington.”

Steve’s heart pounded in his chest, but he forced himself to remain calm. This was something you did all the time, and there was no need to freak out. Except, you’d just kissed, twice, so there was plenty to freak out about. Instead, Steve pressed a gentle kiss to your head before resting his head on top of yours, eyes looking out at the stars. 

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you felt him press a kiss to your hair, but you didn’t mind it. In fact, you quite liked Steve kissing your head like that. It was such a minuscule moment, but to you, it meant the world. So, as the two of you sat there, in the silent, humid air of the night and watched the stars, you laced your fingers with his, and decided that there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do to protect this. To protect your best friend, whatever you two had, and the quiet domesticity you two were harboring.

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[alexanderlightweight]

Can we get a peak of the next chapter of Like real people do? Because I do love Dragon!Alec

I hope you have a great day and I just wanted to let you know that every time I see you have posted it makes me smile!

anon i knew exactly what i was going to write for this, because Magnus has needs and sometimes that means he really needs to be able to admire Alec. i am having a great day btw thank you and this ask is a part of why it's so awesome! and your ask made me smile so i'm glad there are mutual smiles all around! i hope you enjoy

lumine

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Magnus finds himself back in the room of ice and secrets so priceless that sometimes he shudders to learn one. Magnus provided breakfast, marveling at Alexander’s delight at being introduced to chocolate and insisting on sharing his tea because while Alexander’s own brews were interesting and good, there were things that couldn’t be found in Alicante.

Like a nice delicate oolong or the delightful burn of ginseng, which Alexander seems to have immediately taken too.

He stole Magnus’ cup when his own ran empty and then he’d fallen to the ground and pouted until Magnus procured another cup. Like an overgrown cat taking advantage of its big, sad eyes to lure its person into a trap.

Alexander didn’t join him, which while Magnus resents a little, is also helpful because it’s much easier to concentrate on books when you’re not distracted by six-feet of gorgeous and human-shaped dragon.

It also gives Magnus time to browse the books and see if there is anything helpful concerning Alexander’s species.

There is a decided lack of what he seeks, for both Alexander and Lilith and Magnus trudges out of the room, grumpy from a lack of Alexander and progress

A roar tears him from his thoughts and Magnus runs to the nearest balcony, the wards keeping it shielded from the snow and weather and he throws the doors open and walks out.

The storm is gone, he realizes numbly.

The storm that he fought for days upon end is nowhere to be seen, even though Magnus’ magic warned it would continue for weeks upon months.

Magnus barely has time to register this before the roar sounds again and he watches, awestruck as a giant, black dragon crests the mountains, rising higher and higher until what he can only assume is Alexander is no more than a speck.

Magnus watches the sky, heart in his mouth as he wonders, foolishly, if he’s been abandoned and then Alexander is not flying, but falling. A controlled dive no doubt, but it makes Magnus’ magic itch to reach out and create a safety net for his giant form.

At the last possible moment, he snaps his wings out and Magnus watches with shock as what he thought was a valley of snow when he walks around it, explodes into ice and water that crystallises and shatters upon contact with the air.

It was a lake. 

A frozen lake whose thickly layered surface tore from the mere pressure of Alexander using his wings. 

His dragon glides towards him and Magnus knows the exact moment he’s noticed, because Alexander begins to dance in the sky. It’s a glorious sight and the sun dapples across his scales leaving it to dance with the colours of a prism awash over the black.

“Magnificent.” Magnus murmurs and he wishes he were closer, that he could see and touch and feel Alexander in this form and then his dragon is landing above him and Magnus reaches out for his signature and, uncaring of how this will turn out, forms a portal taking him to Alec.

The roof is wide and flat and doesn’t shiver even with the bulk of Alexander’s draconic form nestled on it. Magnus runs because he doesn’t want to wait, can’t bear it if Alexander transforms back before Magnus gets to appreciate it.

“Oh, aren’t you lovely like this—” He whispers, because it’s true and Alexander gives a pleased rumble and nudges him, nose pressing against the whole of Magnus’ body in greeting. 

“Sweet boy,” Magnus croons and he pets Alexander’s nose and runs a hand over scales half the size of his palm and getting bigger as they climb Alexander’s form. “So beautiful, incredible,” because Magnus doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to woo or compliment someone whose very existence is such a marvel.

Whatever he does seems to work because Alexander is purring, his entire body vibrating with delight, as though Magnus has stroked a livewire inside of him just with his rambling words. 

“Come back to me?” Magnus asks, because as much as he wants to explore Alexander like this, he wants the one that fits into his arms more, the Alexander that he can keep close and claim with kisses. 

Though, he does lean forward and press a soft little kiss to the great expanse of Alexander’s muzzle and then he has an armful of frigid, naked and delighted Alexander. 

"What were you doing?" He asks, because he's curious if it was something like checking the territory, or figuring out how Magnus got in or even hunting.

“I drove the storm off." Alexander says proudly, like he’s making any sense and Magnus realizes that perhaps, he is. 

“Did you?” Magnus hums, like he’s proud but unsurprised and hides how actually surprised he is. "Tell me about as we go inside, darling?”

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[ambystoman]

Magellany (Redo) (Nebulite)

Move out of the way, here comes the greatest adventurer in the whole damn galaxy: Magellany!

"Just call me Mag!"

She is brave, strong and... acts before thinking. She gets irritated easily, especially when people get in her way, calling them get-in-the-ways. Magellany is very rude and honest, never holding back on any comments.

She is a Nebulite, a peculiar species of sentient nebulae. Her body composition makes it possible to morph into any form as she wishes. She is not confined to a humanoid body. Her preferred weapon is her trusty Scimistar.

This magical sword is a projection of her soul which is located on her chest, in the shape of a crystal. Her power comes from this object and is also her weak point.

Nebulites have incredible capabilities for Cosmic Magic. While not on the same level as someone like Mr. Sky, they are capable of creating spontaneous life. They do so to help with tasks or do jobs that might be dangerous for them. These rudimentary organisms can last as long as the user needs them to. Their intelligence is very limited though.

Nebulites. Mag and her older sister depicted here

She is not good with this ability though since nobody taught her and so the most she can do is use raw life energy to create primitive beings that she uses as weapons.

In Soul Trail, her special attack is making a little dude that goes in a straight line and damages far away opponents. Once I restart development I plan on adding more of this ability to her move set.

She claims to hear voices from space. Her favorite animals are tarantulas and she really likes long sleeved clothing along with robes.

Random works of her made over the years

Backstory

She lives in a solitary planet with her older sister, Nube. Their parents are long gone and so her sister takes care of her and usually does what is best for her. Mag attends navigation classes at some kind of academy and she hates it there. Often daydreaming of what could be is she were able to sail out into space on a ship of her own with treasures to find, foes to defeat, and people to befriend. All in her own way without anyone telling her what to do.

Beneath all her harshness hides a lonely girl who only wants friends and a life she can have control over. Her short-lived creations are the only creatures who stay by her side.

Her creations only live for minutes. She likes to sit on the roof of her house and talk to them

One day something really big would happen that would change her whole life...

Inspiration

As mentioned in the post, she is a nebula; a space cloud. She is meant to be the Magellanic Cloud (hence her name) and her coloration is taken from NGC 2074. The powers Nebulites have of creating life is a reference to how all planets are born from nebulae, this could eventually lead to the creation of life within these planets.

She was the first character made for this project and has gone through some changes over the years.

NGC 2074. Fun fact, this photo was taken in my birthday! (Photo credit to NASA)

As for her clothes and design, I was really into Kirby at the time and so many of my early designs sort of looked like spacey Kirby-ish inspired creatures.

This was a much needed redo of my first post on Tumblr.

Her very first drawing. Made in 2019. She used to have a sort of visible skull.

Mildly annoyed. Drawn by @blaz-art

Addendum

It just came to me her outfit was totally inspired by Toon Link from The Legend of Zelda along with her proportions and body shape. Idk why I forgot lol.

Pretty busy at the moment still btw, but still making stuff.

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