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[sourfacestrawberry]

Lucifer Doodles!!

#more under the cut #hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel art #adam hazbin hotel #art #my art #sketch

[emil1863]

sketch dump of the current fixations

#whahoo welcome to the new year guys! it hasnt hit 2024 for me yet but ya kno #massive sketch dump yay #more under the cut #my art #one piece #op #zoro #roronoa zoro #nami #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar d water law #donquixote rosinante #vivi op #ive been getting into making comics too #hope you all have a wonderful year #or at the very least stay alive #yall deserve it #and yall deserve to be happy #best wishes #portgas d ace

[blorbocedes]

as one of the leading minds in the gender swap circle of f1.. do u have girl!max tbiughts. i’m invested in her

big boobs. sorry. it's important to me... flat froggish face, not considered conventionally attractive (the way max isn't considered pretty like charles by standom), and ofc the social currency of beauty that affects women more

will not do press that want to emphasise the woman girlboss FEMALE champion. says well yes ofc women have it harder in motorsports but I just drove faster 😀 has no fashion sense. just her redbull polos, or the one comfy linen shirt when she's home (or clubbing)

redbull extremely protective of her since they've raised her basically, won't do magazine covers that want her naked posing with a helmet ala susie wolff. drive to survive portrays her as an emotionless bitch. actually loves to talk about racing with big eyes and expressive hands 🥹

media labels her "too emotional?" and "hysterical" and "are women too emotional to drive in f1" during demon child mad max days.... shoved esteban and got a press question if she was on her period 😐 Daniel left cause team favouritism AND he's getting beaten by a little girl... a girl who used to look at Him wide eyed and giggle at everything he said... hurts the male ego more uniquely.

dates problematic men who are a decade older 🥲 fans call her elecktrastappen

#girl!max #f1 rule 63 #more under the cut #blorbocedes ask #f1 rpf

[clockworkreapers]

And there are the other half of the hiveswap trolls in Aleph Null style

#Dammek and xefros are under the cut #more under the cut #i cant tag all their names #hiveswap #homestuck #aleph null #aleph null webcomic #art #artwork #alternian trolls #hiveswap trolls #lowbloods #aleph null AU

[palace-of-glass]

N: “Did you rob a bank!?”

V: “Serial Designation N. Do you really think so little of me?”

*ink bag explodes*

V: “…It was a credit union.”

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Kahn: “Uzi, do you know why I give you your tiny allowance?”

Uzi: “Because if you called it ‘pay’ it would break child labor laws?”

Kahn: “Right!”

… N, watching Zombie Drones: “Uh…”

Cyn: “I wouldn’t remember this if I were you.”

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Tessa: “Have you ever actually tried fighting fire with fire? I’m on a watchlist now.”

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Doll, planning to kill V: “You sure you don’t want a funeral? I’m really good at funerals.”

Lizzy: “If I’m free next week sure, but right now I want a school dance.”

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Uzi: “We can have our nervous breakdowns later. Everyone get it together!”

V: “Fine, but when we do get to have our nervous breakdowns, I go first.”

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V: “I don’t want to hear any negative talk out of you. That’s my thing. So, if anyone’s going to tell you, ‘You’re going to get crushed like a bug,’ it’s going to be me.”

Uzi: “Talk about tough love.”

V: “I like to think of it more as soft hate.”

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Tessa: “I don’t need companionship, I’ve been a human being for 21 years. Why would a 23 year old need another human in their life?”

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N: “Wow, I keep stepping on a lot of crunchy twigs.”

Uzi: “...Those are bones, N.”

N: “Not if I never look down.”

#Murder drones #murder drones incorrect quotes #More under the cut #incorrect quotes

[ameliapodcast]

Hey Intern

What do you miss more from before working with the Amelia staff?

The suspense of not knowing what's going on next? The fanfiction?

That's a very sweet question <3

Kind of the fanfic? I always write about fandoms I am passionate about and I had all my million theories (they still float around here somewhere - I once theorised that Kozlowski was Mikail). And a High-School/College AU xD

That said, I find that missing the fanfiction-writing gets kind of solved by me getting to write little things and communicate with you guys here. I can write about other fandoms, and I can create memes here with you, and talk to you about your experience. I get to be part of the very wonderful thing that I used to love from the outside and now get to love from the inside. And I get to spread that love to all of you. That is a huge privilege to me.

Plus, you guys always vastly overestimate what I know, there is still so incredibly much suspense for me here I can't really miss it.

My story with Amelia is very personal - I discovered this podcast during the Pandemic (like many people did most likely) during a time where I had to face some very harsh realities about my past and people I cared about a lot. Wanting to disappear was actually a thing I wished for. It really saved me during that time. And then, a year later, my university offered zero support or understanding about how the pandemic made it kind of hard to find an internship in the very specific field I work in. And... Oystein saw my vent-tweet about it, and guess what, Amelia saved me again.

#the amelia project #intern says #intern post #more under the cut #ask #<3 #always feel free to ask those by the way

[thefandomlifechoseme]

Headcanon that Michael Shelly worked in Artifact Storage before the Archives, and that, after his disappearance, the interns start to find a yellow door popping up occasionally.

It has no set appearance, aside from it's colour, no reliable timeframe or location, and it distresses some of Storage's more permanent residents when it does deign to appear.

Nobody is stupid enough to open it of course. The older staff have survived there too long to go poking at things they don't understand, and the newer ones are too scared to. That doesn't change the fact that it agitates several of their artifacts and messes with their tests.

One day, the staff turn up to work to find a post-it on the notice board, their boss' elegant handwriting on it.

Please stop the door from appearing in the main storage rooms, as it agitates several of our artifacts. If it must appear anywhere, there is a wall in my office it may use.

To the landlord of the Yellow Door,

Thanks,

Sonia.

Time passes, as it is want to do, and the door doesn't appear for a while, though no-one removes the note.

One Monday morning, far too early to be awake, Sonia trudges into her office to find a yellow door on her wall, and a caricature of a ghost sat on her desk. It cannot be called Michael Shelly. The only thing she can think to say is that, "You're technically still employed, you know."

It's delighted laughter makes her dizzy, and by the time she is convinced she won't faint, both door and landlord are gone.

She never sees either again.

#the magnus archives #tma #headcanon #michael distortion #the distortion #fanfic #more under the cut

[pynkchampagne]

🖤🧡 Lestober Day 6: Photoset of your top six Les looks!

In no particular order-

1- The Robe: He wore this for the Tribute to Kings tour. I love this look because it's like his keyboarding outfit. So he's got the base, the robe, the vocals, and the keyboard all at once. Such a slay. He was very cunty in this and you knew he was secretly feeling himself. In interviews he's like oh ah no I had to wear the robe it was just me!! ;3 But he was totally vibing in this and he was so cute posing in it.

2- All Black Turtleneck: So this is iconic. Similar to Trey Parker in the pink leather pants, this is a fave among fresh Claypoolers, because it's like??!! omg?! Why tf is he serving? The chain is too fucking much, the monochromatic moment, the long pretty hair, it's just such a pretty look. I love him in this. This was such a hot era for him, '94, because his hair was so pretty. Re-captured this in like 2002. Anyway, this one is gorgeous.

3- Rose Shirt: Wearing a pink rose western shirt to a rosé party?! I know he had to wear pink because it was promo-ing their rosé, but he didn't have to go that hard. I love love him in pink, he's so cute. Plus the fishing hat?? Had to make it his own. He just looks so pretty. Twang-y. Such a perfect look for him. (Mostly I just love the pink.)

4- Red Long-Johns: I had to include these. TBH, I wish you could see his package more :/...but I love how bright red they are. So striking in this look. His hair is pretty, again, and the hat is a classic. Watch (y'know he's pretty much always wearing a watch) and either sandals or boots. His shoe wear is always shitty haha, but I love him. Also necklace again *heart eyes*. And it's so low cut!!!!!!! It’s like he’s a little boy wearing pjs omg.

5- Black Button Jacket: I was obligated to pick one of these outfits, since that's ALL he wears anymore. He found this little get up and said give me every fucking color. So out of all of them I have to pick classic black. Even though he does look very dapper-ly-handsome in all of them. (The plaid is kinda not cute, but I do like how he got 3 fresh new green ones for Frog Brigade, that's adorable.) I like how it's crisp. I LOVE how long his hair is in the CLD pic on the top. I wish he'd grow it out that long again. Anyway, this is his favorite performing outfit, and I like the silhouette the black cuts.

6- Fur Jacket: We know I'm picking this because his SLUT legs are out. Holyyyyyy shiiittttt. Why the hell did he decide to be such a tramp that day? I'm very thankful. I've never seen this much of his legs, and I'm so desperate for him. Like, t-shirt and fucking underwear?? Is he in his underwear?! The fur, yeah whatever, don't care. He's cute in it. But the look of his pale thighs exposed is everything to me.

#lestober #photo #Les #more under the cut

[helloimnad]

jingheng brainrot is real i got a sudden idea for a modern au.

jing yuan just recently moved into a new apartment complex, together with his cat, yun. dan heng is his neighbour, but jing yuan hasn't had the chance to introduce himself yet bc dan heng seemed like he wasnt home when jing yuan tried to knock on his door.

it was pretty late at night when jing yuan has finally finished putting all his stuff in its places. he looked around to find yun and realized that he has had his balcony door open for a while now. he immediately went outside to the balcony to look for yun but he wasnt there. his apartment is only on the 3rd floor, but the thought of yun possibly fell down from up here scared him. he shook his head and decided to look around the balcony when he saw yun comfortably sitting on someone's lap and getting petted on the balcony next to his. maybe this is dan heng? jing yuan asked himself. his neighbour didnt seem to notice him yet and jing yuan felt reluctant to disturb him, until yun meowed upon seeing him.

his neighbour turned his head to where yun meowed and saw jing yuan. the man immediately rubbed his eyes and jing yuan noticed that he probably was crying. jing yuan felt so bad but couldn't help but wonder what or who might have made such a beautiful man cry?

"is he yours?"

jing yuan's reverie was put to a stop when he heard his neighbour's voice. he just realized that the man has already stood up across from him in his balcony, with yun on his arms. now that they were closer, jing yuan was even more sure that this man just cried; his eyes were visibly red and swollen. "ah— yes, apologies if he happens to disturb you so late at night. his name is yun, by the way, if you'd like to know."

for some reason, that brought a little smile to his neighbour's face. "this is your first time talking to your neighbour and the first one you introduced to me was your cat, and not yourself?"

jing yuan could felt his face heat up. "well.. technically speaking, he did meet you first. i'm jing yuan."

"i'm dan heng," so jing yuan's guess was right; this man is dan heng

"i tried to knock on your door earlier today, but you didn't seem to be at home."

dan heng was silent for a few seconds, seemingly contemplating his answer, before finally saying, "i was actually home the whole time today, sorry, i was just— not having the greatest time."

jing yuan really wanted to ask him what happened but decided against in. "it's fine, i knew we'd eventually meet anyways, since we're neighbours and all," said jing yuan with a soft smile.

dan heng nodded, "well— if you happen to be free tomorrow morning, you can come by, i'll bake you some cookies. of course yun can come, too. i might have some treats for him."

"i'll be happy to come, and i'm sure yun will, too. seeing how comfortable he is now on your arms."

dan heng looked down to his arms to see yun and proceed to give him a smile, "thank you for accompanying me," he said in a low voice, but jing yuan could hear it.

dan heng extended his arms and gestured for jing yuan to grab yun, and jing yuan took yun from dan heng. they both stood there without saying anything for a while, before dan heng broke the silence. "see you tomorrow, then?"

jing yuan nodded, and lifted one of yun's paw and waved it to dan heng's direction, "yeah, we'll see you tomorrow."

as jing yuan walked back inside his apartment, he couldn't help but feel so thankful to yun for 1) accompanying dan heng when he seemed like he was going through some hard times, and 2) making it possible for him to see one of the most beautiful man he has ever laid eyes on. he couldn't wait for tomorrow to come. he kissed yun's nose before putting him down, before preparing himself for sleep.

#jingheng #honkai: star rail #icb im writing this!!! #theyre sooo!!!!!!! #more under the cut

[attroxx]

happy ghost !!!

#more under the cut #patrick vc: LOOK AT IT LOOK AT ITTTTTT #〈 ooc. ★ 〉

[merrylament]

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Dearly departed and foolish mortals alike, fondest greetings and salutations!

Welcome, to this land of eternal Autumn!

( aka my self ship blog! :D )

My fictional other is Jack Skellington and I am here to doodle and muse over things about him that make me happy. :3

I've loved Jack platonically for many years, though recently it's evolved into a romantic love and now I'm having a lot of fun shipping with him! ♥ Our ship tag is: #💀HauntedHearts🖤 !

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Online I usually go by Riddle/Ramshankles. I'm thirty, I live in the UK and I enjoy drawing and writing for myself, I'm not great but I still have fun with it! :D

I'm a fan of bad jokes and spooky things. The silly and whimsical. The strange and unusual.

My whole life I've turned to fictional characters for comfort and belonging. Thankfully, my situation is much better now and even though I am working very hard on loving myself and healing from some unpleasant things, I still greatly enjoy and find a LOT of comfort in self shipping.

The Nightmare Before Christmas has been a great source of comfort and wonder for me ever since I first watched it as a child, it was a movie that my Mum and I used to watch together often and has had a special place in my heart ever since.

I am so excited to see everybody else's self ships! I want to support others who ship themselves / their self inserts / oc's with their favourite characters. You're valid and wonderful and I hope you're having a nice day. ♥

You can search my blog for the 'my art' tag if you'd like to see my doodles, I'm pretty sure you'll be able to tell what I've drawn.

I'm not entirely sure what else to include here so if there's anything that you're unsure of, feel free to send an ask or a dm or something. :)

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fyi: I consider my self ship as something along the lines of an incredibly self-indulgent AU and nothing more. I absolutely adore the source material, Jack and Sally have always been my otp and I LOVE them both dearly! My self ship is just a bit of fun BUT if any of my content makes you feel uncomfortable or unhappy, please feel free to block me so my things don't show up for you.

dni: proshippers, comshippers, bigots of any kind.

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#📌Pinned #💀HauntedHearts🖤 #May update this as and when it is needed #not really sure what i'm doing :) #more under the cut

[c-atm]

More under the cut

#connie maheswaran #older connie #su connie #graffiti #hip hop #steven universe #more under the cut #maybe Heartberry #maybe new au

[brawlstars-dragon-au]

Your fate lies in the cards 🌠 Digital Tara Dragon!

Timelapse and variants under the cut:

#bs dragon au #brawl stars #brawlstars #tara #brawl stars tara #brawl stars dragon au #tara brawl stars #brawlart #fanart #robos art tag #digital art #more under the cut

[archersxartxblog]

in my last post, I kind of mentioned that I planned on continuing the Warden's twins after the endings have taken place. While I love both Endings, they both have a bittersweet note to them, in the end, no matter what the twins and Ingo get broken up and sent back to their own times. they can't keep existing together in the same timeline. Ingo basically loses his kids and while yeah the twins do lose their dad again, they have their Uncle, and as the timeline goes they grow up to be okay. but Ingo is left kind of with a hole in his heart and his brother is left to worry about him. But where one story ends another can begin. and there are characters I'd kind of like to explore more and others that could use a redemption of sorts. For now, I'm just going to call this continuation Subway Boss's Kids.

Volo ends up cursed by Acreus with immortality, he's lived through wars and seen others try and enact his plan only to fail just as he had. he'd lived more than a lifetime of regret, trying to come up with a plan to make up for his past actions and yet he had no idea where to start.

that is until he hears about the disappearance of one of Nimbasa City's subway bosses.

Arceus had been cruel to him, living him undying. but even the God had admitted that it had been cruel in the end when all those displaced through time and space had to be returned. and if there was one surefire way to prove to Akari that he wanted to make up for what he had done, it was to help the Uncle she had met in Hisui.

It was Giratina who had given him the idea, the dragon seeking to correct its own mistakes. 'If a Pokémon such as Mewtwo could be cloned from nothing more than a fossil, could the same be done with a human if one was able to use a direct sample of blood?'

Well, it was worth a try. using the research notes from the scientist who created Mewtwo and the blood sample Giratina proved, Volo Managed to create two clones of the twins in the four years Ingo had been missing.

He named them Kudari and Nobori (or at least until I think of something better)

the two were far from a perfect copy of the two the Ex-Warden has pulled away from. a glitch in the machinery caused their ages to be offset by one year, causing what should have been the youngest to end up being the oldest. for fear of something else going wrong, he was forced to remove them and allowed them to age naturally. (he has no idea why one of them has a blue eye but he assumes it might be a recessive gene ).

Kurdari ends up being 5 and Nobori is only 4, rather than the ten Volo had hoped for.

He wouldn't be able to return what was lost perfectly but at least he will have some part of his boys with him.

When Ingo returns, Volo invites him, Emmet, and Akari to the region he's staying in and introduces them. almost preparing for rejection, but doesn't expect the huge he gets from Ingo.

the group goes its separate ways, Ingo demanding Volo's number so he can stay in touch with the boys. and Volo decides that he was happiest when he was learning about history and chooses to travel the globe to learn about different things, with Akari at his side (so she can watch him) stopping by Unova to see the boys in person and tells them stories about his travels.

and things become a little more Slice of Life from here.

#warden's twins #submas #pokemon au #subway bosses as kids #subway boss ingo #subway bosses #Volo working towards redemption #continuation of Warden's twins #more under the cut #OCs #or at least I think you can call them ocs idk #my art

[hargrove-mayfields]

Mini Harringrove Week Day One, July 29th! @harringroveweek

Chosen prompt: Lakehouse

A four hour drive to Michigan. That’s what it takes to get to the Harringtons mostly abandoned summer beach house.

Things in Hawkins have been unreasonably chaotic in the last few months of 1986, and Steve wanted to take Billy away from it. He saw no reason to object, so they braved the obnoxiously long car ride, or at least, it seemed long to Billy who’d only taken one official road trip in his life, most of which was now blocked out of his memory by trauma, and they were there by mid-day. A spur of the moment type deal. Packing messy suitcases into the bimmers trunk and leaving without telling anybody they were going.

When they finally get there, Billy’s feeling antsy. Cars haven’t really been his thing since his accident, closed-in spaces in general just not really that great, so he suggests that, instead of unpacking, they just go straight down to the water. Light up a few smokes and just sit on the beach.

He’s more than disappointed when they do. “This is the beach?”

“Uh.. yeah?” Steve sounds like he doesn’t get it, and that leaves Billy at a loss.

Because apparently, this specific stretch of beach that the Harringtons own, is the opposite of the kinds of beaches Billy grew up on. Sure, he’s used to dreary weather reflecting back on the waves, cloudy skies that loom, since he was usually only allowed down by the water on days when there were less people out to notice the bruises on him and momma with only bathing suits to cover them. But this is a different kind of disappointment from a thunderstorm on a swimming day.

This is a rock beach. With pebbles and sharp rocks and shells making up the shoreline instead of sand. He’s never seen anything like it and suddenly he hates Steve’s parents more than ever for picking this spot for their home away from home, “Stevie, where’s the sand? The waves?”

As if he hadn’t noticed, Steve points out, “It’s a rock beach. I don’t think there’s any sandy beaches unless you want to drive another hour, and then we wouldn’t have a place to stay.”

“Didn't you ever want to build a sand castle? Or take your shoes off to play? Or dig holes and find little crabs and shit?”

“My parents thought sand would be too messy.” Steve shrugs, which is pretty much what he had chalked it up to, so Billy continues, “Alright, I guess I expect that from them, but you still can’t surf in this water.”

“Obviously?” Steve crosses his arms over his chest, either to protect himself from the cool breeze by the water or just because he’s arguing his point and defensive about it, “You didn’t even bring your board. What’s it matter if you could surf anyway?”

“You can rent them Steve! At real beaches, they actually have shit for you to do!” Billy argues passionately, though not really serious about it. He motions to the surrounding beach to prove his point, hadn't even realized until then that it was literally just an empty stretch of beach for miles. No shacks or stands or pop-ups along it’s distance. Just rocks and more rocks.

Steve hums, something like humor, but too hesitant to commit to it, “You can rent a kite across the street here..”

“How thrilling.” Billy matches that, the tense sort of joking that happens when they aren’t sure if the other is truly upset. He changes the subject before one of them actually is, “What do you usually do when you come here?”

“Lock myself in the lake house and refuse to have any fun.” So much for not being tense.

Billy frowns, “Seriously?”

“Well, yeah. Usually I come out here with my parents, and spending the day with those two isn’t exactly ideal. They just talk shit about everybody on the beach and complain about the poor people ruining their view and I can’t stand it.” Steve rambles, as he rocks on his heels making this scratchy dry sound of rocks shifting under his shoes, reminding Billy of why this place isn’t exactly the dream getaway he’d been imagining. Context for why Steve wouldn’t think so either.

He lets Steve keep explaining anyways, “The only other times I’ve come here was just to escape Hawkins for.. reasons. I didn’t exactly feel like sunshine and cool mist. I just felt like I needed to lock myself in my room, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it. Most of us just don’t have separate houses to go brood in.” It’s a lame attempt at a joke and it doesn’t land.

Steve looks down like he’s been chastised, kicks at colorful pebbles more deliberately now. Humid winds cut through the cool air and almost carry the soft sound of his voice away entirely, “We don’t have to stay. I just thought it might be nice to get away for a while. For reasons.”

“Didn’t mean to be an asshole, Stevie. It’s just.. so different from home.”

“And you miss it.”

That’s a kind of vulnerability only Steve is allowed to know about. A recent development too. If he'd brought that up a few months ago, Billy might’ve stormed right off of the beach. Rather, he probably wouldn’t even be here. But because this is Steve and because they are where they are now, he admits with a bitter sort of chuckle, “Hell yeah I do. Miss it every day. If it weren’t for you and that shitty NDA, I’d be back by now.”

“And Max.”

“Nah. The shitbird can take care of herself now. I’m sticking it out for you, babes.”

“So.. I’m holding you back?” Billy isn’t sure if it’s something about his tone, or something in the way Steve worries about everything, but they keep doing this. Having miscommunications over the smallest of details, something which Billy thought was honestly kind of romantic, knowing they cared about each other that deeply.

“No- Steve, you gotta quit making assumptions.” He clarifies, tries to right all the misunderstandings before they can build up and cause something worse, “Yeah this beach is kinda shitty and I’d rather be back in California, but I don’t care about that shit as long as I’ve got you.”

“That’s cheesy.”

“You made me say it.”

Steve finally cracks a smile, understanding the light way Billy is trying to be, shaking off some of those nerves, “Fine, well, are we just going to stand here and talk or are we going to do something?”

“Hell, I don’t know. Is it even safe to swim in lake water?” To Billy, that’s a reasonable enough question. Unlike back home, where the water crashed clear and blue as far as the eye could see, lake water is muddy and brown. Everything about it is the opposite of his California beaches, so it doesn’t hurt to clarify.

Steve must think it’s pretty reasonable too, because while he refutes it, his tone is level and observational, “Well, yeah, but it’s probably too cold.”

“I say we either head back to the house then, or we pack this shit up and take ourselves on a road trip.”

“Billy, it's 2,000 miles away.”

He’s still trying to be lighthearted. Trying to pretend that he’s not struggling inside, and not even because the beach sucks, though that doesn’t help. He rolls his eyes and pretends to playfully about it, “Yeah, yeah. I’m just saying. We’d have a lot more fun back home.”

“I’ve tried to get you to take me.” Steve hums, and Billy refutes, maybe just slightly too quick, too rehearsed for when he knew Steve would inevitably ask again, “And I will. When the time is right.”

But Steve is used to being brushed off and lied to. Even if the intention is different from what he’s used to, he can still see right through Billy, “You don’t want to go back.. do you?”

“Um, I can take you there right now.” Billy tries to deflect, his pulse rate tripling as he realizes that’s probably not going to be enough.

Which it isn’t, because Steve carries on, bold in his observations, “Not to the house, Billy. To California. Lately you just.. seem like you’re hiding something about it. You talk about it all the time, you sound like you’re trying to convince yourself of something.”

All Billy can say is, “Am I that obvious?”

But again Steve’s got a better answer that won’t let him give up on this conversation, “I’d rather you be honest.”

Billy gives in and takes the bait, no coaxing required, “There’s just a lot of loose ends back home. Shit I don’t really want to face now that I’m not the same as I was when I left.”

“Like?”

“Like my old friends. My old neighborhood… My momma.”

“Billy..” Steve tries but he doesn’t know what else to say. It’s easy for Billy to fill that gap though because he isn’t done. This is one burden he’s carried for a lot longer than Steve’s known about it, or even known him.

“Yeah, it’s stupid, I know. I just thought.. If this place reminded me of home, I could have the best of both. I could have sunshine and waves but not have to deal with the hard stuff.” Billy sighs, thus taking a deep breath of fresh lake air to ground himself in this reality, in the surroundings that caused this problem in the first place, “But it’s so different. Everything’s different. I don’t-“

When his voice finally trails off, caught by tears he’ll never let be seen, Steve offers, “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Billy. I get it. You don’t have to want to go back. Nostalgia doesn’t mean you were happy.”

“But I don’t want to stay in Hawkins for the rest of my life either.”

“There are other places in the world, Bills. We can go wherever you want.”

“Wandering ain’t my thing..” Billy mutters, a lot to take in. Steve catches on quickly, knows Billy too well for the latter's own good, “Now you’re just looking for an excuse.”

“Shut up, I just.. never had that before. I wanted to go up north with momma. I didn’t want to come to Hawkins. I’ve never been this free to choose before.” Billy tries to be rational, tries not to get too hung up on the past now that he’s made strides to live in the present, but there’s one sentiment he can’t shake from that mindset, “Wish I’d ditched Neil sooner so I knew what to do with that freedom.”

Steve pauses, seeming to comprehend all the nuance that comes with a phrase like that from Billy and deciding to reroute it again to his own point, the stubborn little bastard, “I asked you to move with me the day you turned 18.”

This time, it’s just adding to this pressure under the surface for Billy. He thinks it’s playful, but Billy’s too far removed to agree. Gently as he can, he implies, “Stevie. I really need to get this off my chest.”

A flush on his cheeks that has nothing to do with the almost nonexistent sun, Steve apologizes, “Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I just-“ Billy takes another heavy deep breath. This is something he’s bottled up for a long time and never told anybody. He has to brace himself before he explains carefully, “Nothing feels right anymore. There’s still pieces of me missing that I’m never gonna get back. I used to think that sticking around in Hawkins would fix it. I’d be there for Max and I’d pretend to be the badass new kid and everything would be fine. But I still felt empty. So I daydreamed about home. I wanted to go back and pick up all the things I left behind so I could be happy again. And now that I’m with you I know that won’t fix it. I’ve had time to figure it out.”

“I know you offered me a chance before but I wasn’t ready then. And now I am. I’m ready for the rest of our lives, wherever that might take us, as long as it isn’t here, and as long as it isn’t right back into my past.”

“You hate this beach that much?” Steve attempts after all that heaviness. Billy knows he dumped too much on him at once and almost cracks a smile about it. Almost. Steve rushes to apologize again, but a little sheepish, “Sorry. I didn’t know what else to say.”

“You could start with whether or not you want that too?”

“Of course I do. I’ve wanted to ditch Hawkins since my parents moved me there in first grade. It would be a dream to run away with you.”

The easiness finally makes it to Billy, that confirmation from Steve all he needed to ease off the edge, “It is a pretty shitty place, isn’t it?”

“Shitty is an understatement. Indiana in general is literal hell on earth. I’ve always been jealous of where you grew up.” Almost like he just now remembers what this whole conflict had been about, Steve quickly asks, to not let his last comment dwell, “Where would you rather go?”

“Hell, I dunno. Figured you’d have that ready too, Mr. ‘I’ve had my future planned out for me since I was a toddler.’” Billy quips to avoid admitting he has no plan. Has never had one. Always forced to live one day at a time.

“I’ve always liked the south?” Steve suggests, to which Billy, a city boy in nature and a flaming homosexual in every other way, simply objects, “Yikes.”

“You asked.”

“And I don’t like the answer. Unless we’re talking south-west. Arizona seems pretty rad.”

Steve scoffs a laugh, “There’s not actually a bunch of hot cowboys in unbuttoned shirts running around out there, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah. But there is heat. You know I hate the cold. Especially now.” Billy points out, pretending that Steve’s first point was never his own.

“Maybe we could compromise on that.”

“Aw, Stevie can’t handle a little bit of sun?”

In response, Steve holds out his arms, skin bitten as red as the blush that was lingering on his face. Even through the lingering clouds, wearing only a cutoff shirt isn’t enough, “Look at me! I’m covered in like ten layers of sunscreen right now and I’m still burning up.”

Point proven.

All the same, Billy has an idea. One that might break any tension from this conversation that was always going to be hard to have, but especially unexpected like this. He doesn’t want things to be weird anymore, so he declares, “Let’s cool you off then!”

Even though he’s taller, Billy can whisk Steve off his feet with ease. All that deadlifting paying off as he carries an unsuspecting boyfriend towards the water.

Steve only seems to get what’s coming when Billy makes it knee deep in the water, protesting, “Billy, wait-“

Too late. Billy dunks him under, letting him kick his limbs around like a cat in the water despite the fact that he already pulled him back up just as his hair got wet.

Billy can’t help but laugh at Steve when he’s all soggy and trying to look mean. Sputtering like he somehow got lungfuls of water from literally one second under the surface. Through the sharp laugh, Billy remarks, “I don’t think you’re cut out for beach life anyways, Stevie.”

“I wasn’t ready!” Steve hits Billy’s chest with a closed fist in protest, a gesture undermined completely by the stupidly wide smile that spreads across his face framed by water droplets, “I could’ve drowned.”

“I had you the whole time, baby. And I’m never gonna let you go.” He trails off in a sing-song tone and spins around with him in the water, just to be annoying and cheesy, just to make Steve pout.

“Not even if I ask nicely?”

“Nah. You’ll get sand everywhere.”

Steve rolls his eyes at that callback, only making Billy more smug. He doesn’t even try to match him in his attempts at being a nuisance, “I know. This is my beach house, remember?”

“I just wanna do something that doesn’t involve my body going into shock. Or sulking in the house.” Steve explains, so Billy caves and begrudgingly returns him to shore, would’ve dropped Steve without ceremony if there was sand underneath him, but had to be careful because of the rocks. That’s another thing about this place. He feels strangely restricted in a way that the beaches back home made him feel free, like an escape.

He suggests sarcastically, if not just to playfully remind Steve of his distaste with this place that’s currently rising within him again, “There’s always that kite..?”

“Yeah, no thanks. I meant like looking for beach glass.” Steve scoffs, and Billy has to one up that attitude to correct, “Sea glass.”

“No, it’s beach glass. This is the lake, remember?”

“Technicalities.” Billy disregards, still thinks he’s right, but sinking down to sit next to Steve on the shoreline with his legs outstretched into the water. He has no interest in what Steve’s looking for, oversaturated with fake ripoffs of colored glass in gift shops back home. He asks nonetheless, very much interested in Steve, if not his hobbies, “Have you ever even seen the ocean, Stevie?”

Steve sifts a pile of rocks through his fingers, coming up with nothing but the same broken shells and fractured rocks that litter the entire beach, “Nope. Just a few of the Great Lakes. Erie and Michigan. Other than that, just lots of creeks and rivers.”

Billy doesn’t correct the way Steve pronounces creek like there’s an ‘i’ in it, moving on to casually remark, “I can see why you like the idea of traveling so much. You’ve been cooped all your damn life.”

Steve picks up another handful, drops it without really looking. This obviously isn’t relaxing him like it’s supposed, he’s in his own thoughts, “But if that’s not what you want..”

Billy pretends he doesn’t notice Steve’s hesitation, knows if he acknowledges it too much Steve will shut down and start worrying about him instead. So he looks out as far as they can see from their little spot, with tiny waves they couldn’t even jump on a boogie board lapping at their legs, “I said I don’t like to wander. I didn’t say anything about traveling.”

“What does that even mean?” Steve finally looks up at him, so Billy looks back, a small smile cracked across his features, “Means I wouldn’t mind selling that wrecked old Chevy so we could buy an RV. As long as we’re going somewhere with a purpose, I’d go anywhere with you.”

Brown eyes shine with more than sunshine, expectant and relieved and just happy. Billy would throw away everything for those eyes. Already knows his answer is going to be yes before Steve even asks, “Even if we made a tiny pit stop in California?”

Billy likes this speed for them, between serious and free. He hums, confirming in the most casual way he can think to, “Keep it in So-Cal and you got yourself a deal.”

“How do we decide when to settle? That’s your dream isn’t it? To find someplace to be happy?” Steve tries to see Billy’s side, on a much better note than they started on.

That makes Billy feel better to say, “That’s our compromise then. We travel until we find the right spot, and we stop there. Shitty small towns and bad memories be damned. We go where we go and we stay where it feels good to stay.”

“Then maybe we can see about those six little nuggets?”

“Don’t push your luck, Stevie.”

“How’s three kids and a dog sound?” Another compromise, but Billy isn’t so quick to accept this one, “We’ll see.”

“Maybe we could foster?“ Again, Steve pushes, only joking, a serious conversation to be had when they aren’t to a happy spot.

It’s Billy who reminds him that they don’t have to decide yet, a luxury neither of them are really used to, “Hey. One step at a time, baby. We have all the time in the world to make up our minds.”

Just a few months ago, they didn’t have that long. They only had until the chime of a clock to do everything they needed to. Until the steady pulse of hospital machinery gave out.

Even though everything worked out, the lingering memories of a time when they were unsure make it hard. Make moments like these where they can just sit and relax and talk even more precious.

Steve smiles so genuinely Billy feels a tug in chest, “Yeah.. I guess we do.”

#HarringroveWeek #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #steve harrington #more under the cut #written by someone who has also never seen the ocean btw #ej writer #my writing #story by ej!

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SR-876

One of Shionne's guns, included in the free Special Training Grounds DLC, released back in October 2021, along with other weapons for the whole party, that can all be unlocked by overcoming group battle challenges in Viscint's Training Grounds. This particular gun is intended to mesh well with her Girls' School Uniform costumes, but can naturally be used with any other costume and does not require the paid School Life DLC. The in-game description goes as follows:

SR-876 A sniper rifle fine-tuned by Shionne herself. When disassembled, the whole thing can be concealed inside a book bag with little effort.

Design-wise, the SR-876 seems to draw inspiration from the Heckler and Koch G36 (HKG36 for short), probably in its HKG36V variant (sometimes called HKG36E), with its simpler optic compared to the G36 :

Notice the optic system that can double as carrier handle on top, as well as the "hollowed" look of the buttstock, with its big holes. Zooming in where the receiver meets the stock even reveals a little semicircle-shaped button with ridges.

On the G36's, it allows the wielder to fold the stock over, as demonstrated below:

Still, the SR-876 is also differs from the HKG36 with its noticeably elongated barrel and lack of gun grip. These changes were operated most likely to both be consistent with the size of her other guns, as well as to avoid any clipping issues (hence no gun grip). Also of note, the SR-876 is referred to as a sniper rifle (the only gun of Shionne's to be called a sniper rifle at all, if I'm not mistaken!), despite the G36 being an assault rifle. As such, it seems SR-876 is meant to be a "sniperized" HKG36 (with an optic that I'm not sure is appropriate for sniping, but what do I know)

The description mentions that it can be dismantled and that seems somewhat consistent with the G36 as it does seem pretty easy to pick apart, and is a modular gun as well (although the longer barrel miight be problem but maybe Shionne has a couple tricks up her sleeve that we just don't know about). The "fine-tuned" part however does clash with the G36, given that it is a standard issue in many armies and police forces across the globe. You'll find this bastard everywhere, really. But I guess it is a modular gun, so customization is possible so maybe that's what the "fine-tuned" part is in reference to (looks like she got a solid black magazine instead of the standard clear??)???? And I guess the gun she has is different from its irl counterpart. Is that what we're supposed to take from this? That she turned an HKG36 into a weird sniper herself? That she sawed off the grip??? dont do that???? ......? Anyway.

A camo-painted version can also be obtained:

With its 4 different shades of green and vibrant brown, this pattern might be intended for use during woodland operations, but the somewhat faded quality of the greens might make it a good pick for semi-arid biomes as well.

As for the name, in all likelihood the 'SR' part stands for Sniper Rifle (unless it's Sexy Renan, ofc). 876 is a goroawase pun on Banamu which sounds close enough to Ban'namu which in turn is often used as short for Bandai Namco. This is likely a replacement for the late 765 goroawase that stood for 'Namco' and appeared in several of their games over the years. (You might have encountered 876 as well in another Bamco IP, Idol Master, which sometimes features a talent agency by the name of 876Production) To be fair, one could also argue that the SR-876 also bears a resemblance to Beretta's SC70/90. Which is true but I think it looks like the G36 more. With that being said, if any of you gun enthusiasts have any remarks or know of any real-life gun that's an even better fit, lemme know! Also if anyone has info or comments on the camo pattern I'm interested because '?????'

#more under the cut #don't make me explain goroawase ok just #Tales of Arise #Shionne Imeris #gun CW #arise resources #she's holding it so weird this things gonna fly out of her hands the moment she shoots isnt it #now to close 3 billion gun tabs and enjoy a peaceful evening of Being Normal