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katyobsesses · 1 year

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Fearless - for @gleedrabbleblog week 23

Rain pounded against the pavement - thunder rumbling, lightning flashing - and their laughter echoed through the deserted streets, creating music they couldn't help but dance to. The storm had caught them unaware, soaking through Mercedes' best dress, but she didn't care. In that moment - running, dancing, hand in hand with Sam Evans - everything melted away, all worries and fears disappeared. Finally under the cover of her front porch she shook, nerves returning as the rain soaked chill settled into her bones. But then Sam grinned down at her before pulling her in, smile meeting smile, and she felt fearless once more.

based on Fearless by Taylor Swift 💛

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observerkaine · 19 days

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Atlas mentioned Kraken once on stream so I ended up doodling fanart because angst. @rhapsoddity your au is really good and awesome.

Oh, what’s this? A secret drabble related to the art below the read more?

Boots stomp roughly against the asphalt as the two sprinted through the city. The skies above were overcast tonight, already having rained once. Sheriff’s breath came out in rough puffs as he pushed through the cold, eyes locked on the villain who continued to call back to him.

“Hurry along, little Cowboy! Where’s all the arrogance you normally have? You’d usually land a hit on me by now!”

“Arrogance? You’re mistaking me for Stratos, pal.”

He bites his lip as he pulls his hat down more onto his head, wind whipping around them threateningly. He can already feel his throat itching from the weather, no doubt a cold or some sort of ailment for wearing drenched clothes.

He roughly had to pull himself out of his own thoughts when Kraken suddenly drops down, swinging his knee up and ramming the vigilante hard in the chest before pulling hard on his lasso and swinging him forward once more for a second hit. Before the Sheriff can catch a second wind, he feels his body suddenly shift as the puddles around surge up and wrap around him, throwing him a few feet off the street and onto the docks.

He struggles to stand up, only for the water still around him to slam him back down, head colliding roughly with the wood.

“You know how rude it is to ignore someone when you’re in the middle of an encounter, dear Sheriff! If I didn’t know any better, I’d have assumed you’d been purposely ignoring me.”

He snarls, opening his mouth to argue-

Before his vision is swarmed with shifting shades of blue in the dark night, the water effortlessly forming completely around his form rather than just around his arms. He chokes as he feels it threaten to flood his throat, his lungs. For a moment, a spike of fear creeps into his chest as he tries to writhe free. He’s trapped, and he can’t see, can’t breathe, can’t do anything-!

He can only hear the water, footsteps… and muffled shouting?

He can feel himself shifted around as the shouting gets louder before suddenly going quieter, before a gloved hand roughly grabs his bandana and jerks him out of the water that flows around the pirate who seems to smile at him as much as is visibly possible with that mask over his mouth.

“Good news! Your involuntary assistance of acting as bait helped me catch that slippery little pest that’s been trailing me all week!”

Sheriff coughs and spits up water before slowly blinking his eye a bit more open. His fear only deepens as his focus is directed to the figure suspended over the larger mass of water.

Pyrolisk’s legs flail and twitch uselessly as he tries to kick at the villain, arms and head restrained and slowly drowning the fire based hero. His mouth moves, but any shouts are muddled out by the intense bubbling caused from his repeatedly doused flames. Any chance he manages to get his hands free, more water waiting below quickly surge up and secure him once more.

“S-Stop! Please! Leave him alone!”

Kraken doesn’t take his eyes off the hero, hand slowly closing more and compressing the water firmer around the hero’s head.

“Let him go! I- I’ll go with you if you leave him alone!”

The water stops and Kraken’s cold eyes slowly shift to him, eyebrow raised in silent question.

“The… the last time we fought, you said you’d wanted me, right? A-And Pyro intervened! So just let him go, I’ll go willingly!”

Kraken fully turns to him now, other hand still prepared to close fully.

“And what’s stopping me from just offing this hero and taking you regardless?”

Sheriff winces before slumping his head down.

“If… If you kill him, then you can’t hold this victory over him. You can’t brag to him or the other heroes that you’re the most dangerous threat around, and he’ll be proof that he’s only alive because you let him live…”

It’s agonizing how long the silence afterwards follows, especially when Pyrolisk’s movements start to slow down. The water is obscuring his face in shadows, no longer sizzling or boiling as his hands start to go slack. Then the water jerks forward and Pyro chokes a gasp as he’s slammed against the concrete, body trembling as it focuses on coughing up the water in his system.

“Normally I’d have let him die, let him sink. But, you do speak a point.”

Sheriff yelps as he’s slammed roughly to the floor, Kraken’s hand now outstretched to him. There’s a flash of pain before a sudden tightness in his nerves and veins, muscles flexing and throat dries as his body slowly rises up. The villain easily steps over the hero, only stopping to kick his back and rest his heel over his spine.

“Let this be a reminder to mind your damn business next time, okay?”

He looks up to Sheriff, a cruel glint in his eyes as he motions with his finger to follow along.

“It’s time to go, pretty boy~ This isn’t a request.”

Pyro weakly watches, with dots of darkness forming in his vision, as the Sheriff follows almost mechanically after the villain, gaze refusing to meet the hero’s. He slowly reaches out, hand trembling.

“D..on…t…”

His vision blurs before his eyes shut, hand dropping as unconscious settles in finally.

#kaine’s creative oddities #fuck i don’t have a tag for writing uhhhhhhh #kaine’s rather decent drabbly doos #tw drowning #i forgot to tag that too cause kraken do be trying to drown them both in this-#also idk what the tag for fanart for the vigilante au is so if I do find it I’ll put it here?

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eoieopda · 1 year

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the one where hoseok comes home

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x gn!Reader Type: Drabble // Fluff // Established Relationship AU Rating: PG-13 — Minors DNI w/ my content, regardless! CW: None 💕 Summary: It’s October 2024 and your life finally — finally — resumes its orbit. WC: .5k A/N: Deviating from my WIPs (ope) because I needed a fix-it fic for, like, reality? Nobody requested this lil baby blurb, unless you count… me. Dedicated to (m)y jihope-biased emotional support moot, @here2bbtstrash

You’d learned more in eighteen months than you had in over eighteen years of formal education.

The first lesson came on your second morning alone: hotteok tastes better when it’s made for you. Even if the cook gets distracted by the background music they themselves are generating. Even if the edges are crispier than they should be, and the centers are a bit gooey, or there’s pre-packaged mix dusting over your previously clean countertops. Even if that hotteok is cold by the time you stop kissing and start eating, you know now that few things in life are sweeter.

He is, of course, but the point still stands.

Showers, you’d learned, are colder when you take them alone. This was a surprise you grappled with for weeks and a confounding reality you still struggle to square. A scientific mystery, then and now.

All of the hot water was yours — exclusively — to use as you pleased. You didn’t have to scramble, soap-covered and squealing, for the prime spot under the shower head. Cold air didn’t nip at your damp skin when you lost territory because you didn’t have to compete for any in the first place. Still, without whole-chested laughter to echo off the walls, not much existed to separate your body from cold porcelain.

The absence of personal space isn’t something you intend to ever take for granted again.

Of all the things you’d realized in your uncharacteristically quiet apartment, one thing hit a little harder:

Love looks different every day.

Sometimes, it comes at an odd angle. It’s spending all thirty minutes of a daily allowance with a phone propped against a faucet. It’s staring up at someone’s chin, watching fondly as they brush their teeth, and smiling when they remember — without being told — to put the cap back on the toothpaste.

Other times, it looks like an Excel spreadsheet of pop culture news, fastidiously collected and organized so that no groundbreaking celebrity gossip goes unreported. It’s incredulous eyes and a scandalized mouth hanging open, interjecting occasionally with, “Wa, jinjja?”

Every now and then, it looks like handwritten letters with thick, black redactions applied after the fact with a far heavier hand. Though you couldn’t tell where in the Republic they came from, you knew — without question — that government censorship does not apply to hastily doodled hearts.

Today, however, love doesn’t look like much of anything because its hands are covering your eyes.

It sounds like clean spoons clattering back into the dishwasher you’d been emptying, entirely unaware that the door down the hall had opened and shut out of earshot. It smells like army-issued shampoo and Thai milk tea from that little spot near the train station, where surprise journeys home occur two days ahead of schedule. And it feels like the ground shifting beneath your fluffy house slippers; the Earth now back on its axis and ready to resume spinning like it should.

Tonight, love will taste like hotteok for dinner — and you won’t have to make it yourself.

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snowfolly · 6 months

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So I got to the Daylight Inn in BG3 today and I had Astarion in my squad, and as we were hanging out and chatting up Isobel after rescuing her from Marcus, I started hearing a male character singing really softly. I switch characters around to see if I can find them and BOOM I find out ot's Astarion singing softly to himself while idle. I couldn't quite make the lyrics out but he sounded a bit distant and sad...made me want to hug him again.

OH NO… little guy, that’s so cute ;A; I absolutely love this and really, really hope this triggers for me in (one of) my current pts!

I have heard audio of him humming before (and it was so flat- which is super endearing to me lol), BUT this ask made me have some big hcs and I had to write and draw some boys about it lol

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I imagine that Astarion really, truly loves to sing, that he gets catchy tavern songs stuck in his head for days and goes about his business singing to himself. However, the other spawn would continuously tell him to never to do so in their presence because he can't hold a tune, what kind of elf can’t sing? And what in the names of all the gods did he have to sing about anyway? Besides the song of agony that Cazador made him sing…

By the time he ends up a tadfool in our favorite merry band of misfits he’s learned well not to dare let his discordant voice slip in front of other people. He has to be charming, he has to be pleasant so that they keep him around. And his song is not a pleasant one.

He can’t help himself though, he still hums and sings quietly as he strolls through the woods, when he’s reading or sewing, in times when he thinks he’s entirely by himself. But Tav, godsdamnit, Tav takes notice.

Tav startles him one night, telling him that they recognize the tune that he’s humming and that it’s one of their favorites. Astarion’s pissed that they were listening in on him, but he’s more surprised that he isn’t shot down immediately, that he’s not met with expected snark for not being able to carry a tune in a bucket, but Tav doesn’t belittle him… which is odd.

In time Astarion still keeps his songs to himself around the rest of the party, but as he begins to trust Tav he finds himself becoming more and more relaxed with them. He realizes that he can be himself around them, well, whatever parts of himself still left to him at this point anyway.

But it was a novel concept, this acceptance, a concept he learned to greatly appreciate. And Tav seems pleased to see (and hear) him being comfortable with them, being happy. Tav cares for him.

Tav cares for him after no one had given a rats ass about him for two centuries. What a concept indeed.

So Astarion continues humming flatly and singing badly, Tav joins him often and they belt out old folk songs or bawdy tavern numbers together on their long journey, making up colorful (and hilariously crass) new verses as they go.

And he comes to realize that this, this time with Tav is what being close to a person is supposed to feel like.

That being put down and belittled for something that a person enjoys is not universal.

That constantly being on guard is not normal.

That another person can actually bring him joy, and that caring for someone is... possible.

Tav says that they enjoy singing with him, that they could go on singing with him forever, that they love his song.

And would it be so bad to sing of love instead of sorrow? Would it be so bad to share his song with them for as long as time would allow? He wasn’t quite sure yet, it was all so new.

But as he walks with Tav, arm in arm, belting out a bawdy old ballad to the heavens and all unfortunate ears within a mile, he had to admit that the thought of forever was enticing.

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Thank you so much for the ask! And sorry it took 5ever bc it inspired me to make a little Drabble and doodle :>

#Astarion SINGING I love it ;A;#astarion headcanons #astarion #astarion x tav #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #answered asks #bg3 spoilers

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hypocriticaltypwriter · 5 months

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☆I Need You☆

I know my girl @mjtheartist04 is going through a rough patch, and I wanted wife's spirits to be lifted up as we reach the holiday season!! I hope you don't mind a very quick drabble and doodle I wanted to give you in hopes of helping out, boo! 🥹🩷🩷

♡♡♡

Tired. Rika was tired. It felt odd to her to finally admit it, but she couldn't just deny it and keep her head up anymore... It felt damn near impossible.

It felt like the village was against her in that moment, she knew how upset and impatient they were beginning to grow the more she showed up empty handed without any sign of finding out the issue with the small town. Flocks of sheep were growing smaller and smaller as winter grew, and a few people had begun going missing even.

The dirty looks she'd get, the silent treatment, hell, just the other day someone straight up told her if she didn't figure this wolf crisis out, she might as well leave and never feel welcome enough to come back.

She stood in the dark, the cold, head tilted up to the dark sky, watching fresh snow begin to fall melting wherever her warm foggy breath wafted in the air, and snowflakes tickled her skin and cheeks, rosey from the cold nipping at her skin. The heavy layers of her crimson cloak didn't seem to help the deep, chilling ache in her chest, that felt as though it grew thrice in size with each shakey breath she took.

She felt like falling on the mucky ground, taking her defeat and sitting on the front steps of the Inn with her head bowed in shame, yet she stood there, unmoving, like some part of her was still hopeful, one sliver of dignity keeping her knees from giving out already.

"What are you doing?"

The familiar voice behind her caused Rika to jump, but she didn't turn to look who it was. "I'm not really sure." She answered him after a pause. She didn't try to hide the dryness in her tone.

Genya only responded with a grunt, his frown deepening as he stepped toward Rika’s side, unable to control himself from taking a few glances at her before she would notice. He seemed skittish and nervous, like if he moved a single inch closer, she'd break.

Rika heaved out a sigh, bringing a hand up to her face and rubbing the bridge if her nose exhausted, still haven't even looked at Genya while he himself wasn't able to keep his eyes off of her. "I just don't understand."

"I don't know what I'm doing wrong anymore... I thought I knew what I was doing, but the more I come back from the woods every time with nothing, the more I realize that... I'm not cut out for this..." Genya could see the guilt she'd practically pried off of him and placed on her shoulders. The guilt of something she thought was her fault when it was his. When it should he him holding this weight and taking the accountability... If she'd even let him, he'd carry hers twice the way.

His throat felt dry now, looking away to the ground ashamed, but his throat felt closed, his body and mind fighting to tell her everything, to let her know that she wasn't in the wrong.

"I should leave." The second Rika said it, Geyna perked up immediately, mouth slightly parted as though to interject, but no sound came out other than a small noise of alarm. "Rika -"

"It's obvious the longer I here, the more unwelcome I'll become." She spoke, her voice growing more shakey and fast, like nervous rambling.

"Rika, please just -"

"If anything, I'm harming more people the longer I'm hear giving them false hope."

"Rika -" "After everything they've done, and this is how I repay them?"

"Hey."

Genya's voice grew bolder, stern, enough to get Rika to fall silent, finally looking at him, and she felt almost ready to cry. His eyes were locked in hers, his face contorted into something that looked like irritation, yet his dark eyes gleamed with care and worry. Rika’s throat felt tight, and she bit on her lower lip to keep it from trembling.

Genya seemed to think for a second before his hand came up to the hood of her cloak, tugging the fabric a little between two of his fingers. His gaze softened, a look Rika had rarely ever seen in him before, a slow smile creeping up his lips that made the ache in her heart start to feel like fluttering butterflies in her ribcage.

"Hey..." He said, softer now, tugging the cloak just enough for it to fall from her head and upon her shoulders, the waves of navy locks tumbling down left him almost breathless, moving his hand to brush away her bangs ever so slightly, his fingertips barely grazing her forehead.

"We need you more than you give yourself credit. Whether they see it now or later, we're lost without someone like you there to protect us. I'm lost without you. I need you."

Would she ever know how true those words were? Would she know how her even being here was both a blessing and a curse to him? This girl doing everything to protect many others from himself, only to save him from his predatory nature at the same time?

He slowly pulled himself closer to her, his lips gently pressing against her cheek for no longer than a second, before he pulled away.

The rough sensation pressing to her cheek was enough ti get an alarmed gasp. His lashes fluttered against the corner of her eye and his nose tickling the side of her face. Her eyes widening ever so slightly as the warmth where his lips once were bloomed into a very vibrant blush trailing along her face, causing her drooping ears to perk up even.

It felt almost inevitable to fight a small smile beginning to grow on her lips, blinking away the glossy tears pricking the corner of her eyes, a shakey sigh of relief escaping her lungs after the band of guilt and overlooking emotions seemed to snap. But instead of flooding from her, it felt as thought it all just... Melted away.

"There's my girl." He said, his hand dropping back to his side as he grinned, almost proud, yet it seemed to almost he thanking her if anything. "Now let's get inside. I don't need you catching a cold and make me spoon feed you soup for the next week." Genya spoke, turning on his heel and heading up back toward the Inn, stopping and waiting for Rika to follow.

"Well if I knew that was an offer I might’ve just stayed out here a little longer." She joked, hurrying after him close enough to hear the scoff that followed from him.

"Don't push your luck." He seemed to scold, but Rika could.hear the playfulness in his voice, and practically hear the ghost of a smile grazing his lips.

She suddenly didn't feel so tired anymore, or her feet felt heavy. She didn't feel alone, or that the world was against her, cause she wasn't going to face it by herself, not without Genya by her side.

And who better to face the world with than him?

#cherry rambles #🍒daily dose of cherry🍒#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer genya #genya shinazugawa #kny genya #shinaguzawa genya #self inserts #self insert #demon slayer x oc

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dross-the-fish · 7 months

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not defending that anon but I have to agree with the point that "find another artist" feels dismissive. You're not in the wrong for not wanting to cater to other's tastes but you're not acknowledging your style is very distinctive. There are other artists but their work won't look like yours and they might not be as willing to give free doodles and drabbles. It's like going to a bakery that serves amazing muffins but refuses to make a cupcake. It's the baker's right to serve what he makes but the customer can still feel disappointed by a limited menu.

I don't mean to be rude, I think you mean well and I'm not trying to yell at you, but I am getting a little fed up with people who's complaints boil down to "I want to see you make my very specific interpretation of this character." Heck, most of the time it's not even that. It's just you guys taking the time to tell me you don't like my interpretations can I please draw Edward as a "chaotic child" or as the glass scientist version instead.

I don't even object to drawing other versions of the characters, I have drawn LXG Jekyll and someone commissioned me to write an NSFW fic featuring their characters and mine. Both of which I agreed to because I was approached politely and neither requestor actively insulted me or my work.

So maybe if you want a custom order or something don't come into the bakery, knock the muffins on the floor and then demand a free cupcake.

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roseofdarkness0 · 1 year

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More Incorrect quotes but this time Poly shipping bc yes:

Married Au Incorrect Quotes + Drabble

~•~

Florida : Why are your tongues purple?

Louisiana: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Texas : I had a red one.

Florida : oh.

Florida :

Florida : OH.

DC:

DC: You drank eachothers slushies?

~•~

New York : Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like DC a little bit.

Gov: holding New York 's notepad You doodled your wedding invitation.

New York : No, that's our joint tombstone.

Gov: My mistake.

~•~

Louisiana: I’ve never asked someone out. How do you even do it?

Florida : Oh, what I do is, I look them up and down and I say: “Hey… how you doin’?”

Cali, scoffing: Oh, please.

Florida , to Cali: Hey, how you doin’?

Cali:

Cali: giggles and blushes

~•~

Texas : The first time I saw you, you stole my heart.

Gov: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

~•~

New York : You don't need my blessing to go kiss Gov. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Gov!

Cali: Nope.

New York : In that case, as the archbishop of Cali's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Gov right on the lips!!!

~•~

Cali: We’re getting married, bitches!

New York : And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

~•~

Louisiana: So, what is Florida to you?

DC: The reason I wake up every morning.

Louisiana: ...That’s adorable.

Florida earlier that morning, barging into DC′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

~•~

Louisiana: DC is too tall for me to kiss them on the lips. What should I do?

Gov: Punch them in the stomach. Then, when they double over in pain, kiss them.

Texas : Tackle them!

Cali: Dump them.

New York : Kick them in the shin!

DC: No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!!

~•~

Cali: My crush isn’t picking up on my hints.

Gov: What hints have you given them?

Cali: Well, I think about them a lot.

Cali: And sometimes I even think about talking to them.

~•~

Texas : There's no way they like me back.

New York : Louisiana would throw themself in front of a moving car for you.

Texas : Louisiana would throw themself in front of a moving car for fun.

~•~

Gov: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Florida : Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

~•~

Florida : Hey, Cali, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?

Cali: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.

Florida : No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?

Cali: Can't really say I have.

Florida : You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.

Cali: Sorry, Florida . For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

~•~

Louisiana: How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you?

New York : Well it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now.

New York : Would you like me to tutor you?

DC: That was smooth.

~•~

Cali: I asked Gov out.

Florida : Oh, I’m sorry.

Cali: Why?

Florida : Well, I assume they said no.

Cali: No, they said yes.

Florida : Really? Then I’m sorry for them.

~•~

Cali: Is there anyone here who’s actually straight?

DC: raises hand

Texas : puts their hand down

~•~

at 3am

Florida : runs into Texas ’s room and turns on the light Wake up sleepyhead!

Texas : wakes up Dude!

Florida : cackles

Gov: sits up from where they were sleeping behind Texas What the fuck, Florida ?

Florida : jaw drops Wait WHAT-

~•~

Cali: Hey, New York , are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

New York : Yeah.

Cali: And you, Texas ?

Texas : Umm... yes?

Cali: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!

Texas : Did they just-

~•~

Gov: DC, you'll be working with Florida and New York .

DC: Alright! My fantasy threesome!

Everyone else: blank stares

DC: ...Of people on a team.

#ben brainard #welcome to the table #wttt #wttt incorrect quotes #wttt gov #wttt dc #wttt florida #wttt louisiana #wttt california #wttt new york #wttt texas #poly ship

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steddielations · 2 years

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some of my steddie / henderdads headcanons:

- if steve wakes up in the middle of the night and eddie is still sleeping, he always pulls the blankets up around him and gently tucks him back in bc eddie is always rolling around and ends up being cold

- eddie carries a little comb in his jacket pocket so when steve inevitably has a “hair emergency” he can fix it <3

- eddie can sew and he mends steve’s clothes for him without saying anything, steve is always really emotional about it bc he’s never had anyone that does lil things like that for him

- when they’re watching a movie, steve always listens to eddie telling him facts / lore about the movie more than the movie itself bc it’s more interesting to him

- eddie draws a little doodle that says “steve’s seat” somewhere on the front passenger side of his van, and dustin refuses to sit there even when steve isn’t riding

- steve teaches dustin how to bake so they can bake eddie’s birthday cake together, they bring it to hellfire on the night of his birthday and eddie is so surprised he cries

- eddie helps dustin start his first battle jacket, steve tries to give constructive criticism but dustin tells him he isn’t the “metal parent”

- steve and eddie take dustin to his first concert, dustin accidentally gets a secondhand high from someone smoking in the crowd and they both go into extreme parent mode to take care of him

THESE HAVE ME ON THE FLOOR oh my god please tell me it’s okay to write drabbles based on these because they’re GOLD

#ANON YOUR MIND IS SO POWERFUL #steddie #asks #headcanons #henderdads

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danddymaro · 2 years

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JOJO'S Masterlist

[ Links in Blue ◍◍◍

important detail / Ratings in Pink ◍◍◍ ]

We'll go by parts order

Phantom Blood

Dio Brando

Dio Brando X Reader | of course, she likes Jonathan first. Story. Unfinished.

Battle Tendency

Caesar Zeppeli

Never | The reader had been taken by one of the pillar men, and she waits for Caesar to save her | Word Count: 465

Perfection | He thinks she’s prefect | 100 words

Kars

Belonging To Me | [ Smut ] Kars Falls for a Normal Woman.| Word Count: 1415

Disgraced | [ light smut / Dub-con ] AU where Kars wins, The (Hamon user) reader is left at his mercy. | Word Count: 737

Hiding | The reader being insecure while intimate with Kars | Word count: 755

Love | reader is human, obviously. Kars version of Fluff and love | Word count: 1024

Show me | A Stand user Interacting With Kars after he lands on earth. No romance, just an interaction | Word count: 678

Underground Gem | He’s her weakness, and vice versa // He adores his little human. | Word Count: 1346

Santana

Beautiful | Meeting Santana and being instantly drawn to him. A situational thing. | Word Count: 657

Wammu

First time |Their first time together | Word Count: 739

A strange Feeling | Wammu feels a strange feeling invade him as he lays with the reader | Word Count: 493

Yours | He’s a sucker for her | Word count: 100 / Drabble

Stardust Crusaders

First encounter | SDC drabble. Her first encounter with the Crusaders | No ships

DIO

It’s Fate | During SDC. (f/n) seemed so familiar to him, he couldn’t help but feel that it was fate. Mentions of Part 1 | word count: 1149

Hol Horse

Coward | He is a coward

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Sleep | slight comfort. The reader finally gets some sleep. Also, We don’t like Dio here lol. | Word count: 2183

Carry | Polnareff offers to carry the reader. Short and sweet. | Words: 484

Young and in Love | As the title implies. Sweet, cheeky, corny, young love | Word count: 1464

Before I Go | Set during Part 5. AU Where sweet Baby Polnareff doesn’t get fucked and instead gets a happy ending, surviving Diavolo. [ Kind of, sorta angsty] | Word count: 2395

Come Back To Me |Polnareff being transformed into a child by Alessi | Word Count: 901

Thankfulness | Aftermath of the final battle with DIO. Angsty but ends well. Romance? Perhaps more friendmance?? (IDEK lol) |Word count: 2299

Kakyoin Noriyaki

A Little Thank You| He has something as A little thanks for her concern. Nori being a tease. | Word count: 414

Your Friend | Kakyoin being transformed into a child by Alessi. sweet comfort. Genuine friendship. | word count: 1136

Diamond Is Unbreakable

Rohan Kishibe

Stubborn | Rohan admits his feelings while almost losing his (F/n) thanks to kira and in his mind, Josuke too. Serious Jealousy | Word count: 3451

Sweet Annoyance |The reader is brought into the world without any memories or recollection of the past, + It’s easy to assume wild shit like this wouldn’t happen to Rohan. (◍˃̶ᗜ˂̶◍)ﾉ” | Wordcount: 2735

Yoshikage Kira

Existing | He’s starting to realize that perhaps there’s much more to her than her hands. | Warning: Smut/ NSFW | Obv. A bit sick. The reader is basically kidnapped lol |Word Count: 5044

Going Out | He’d rather live his life quietly, stay out of the public eye. But she knew a way to tweak his heart. He just wants to please her. Part 2 to Existing | Word Count: 538

Golden Wind

Bruno Bucciarati

[ Doodles with Bruno nd OC ]

Smile | somewhat NSFW nothing Too crazy | Wordcount: 849

Kisses From Bruno |This is How Kisses from Bruno go // somewhat nsfw | Wordcount: 590

Loving Pet |Someone Pet play // Sub reader // somewhat SFW // Nothing crazy | Word Count: 380

Unconventional | Bruno Loving Both Leone and the reader SFW| Word Count: 691

Abbacchio Being Overprotective of His Younger Sister |Abba Being Overprotective of his Younger sister. The ending is Bruno x Reader | Word Count: 365

Bruno Finding Out About A Secret Child With The Reader | After Part 5 // Family means so much to him | Word Count: 1335

Diavolo

Bring Her to Me | Diavolo sending Doppio for the reader // Short and not so sweet | Word Count: 391

His | Possessive Diavolo // Started off as an imagine where the man is a serious kitty eater, and then, well, I just kept going! | word count: 1,114

Leone Abbacchio

[ Fanart with OC and Abba ]

Unplanned and unexpected | Reader likes kids// wants kids// is loved by them. Abba being Abba, so kinda sulky in a way. ( poor thing needs love.) | Word count: 3688

Replay | NSFW // Abba using his stand for, Well, dirty purposes. So, he might be a little perverse here // sorry | word count: 1474

Kisses from Leone |This is How Kisses from Leone go | word count: 583

Denial |SMUT : Cockwarming / Edging // 1% fluff. // word count : 1225

Mind Your own Business | Abbacchio being Jealous, overprotective, and chasing guys away, all while still being in denial | Word Count: 1241

Resistance | After the fight With Illuso Abbacchio can no longer hold back | Word count: 3229

Loving in His own way |Ways Abba shows his love | Word Count: 1273

Little Series W/ Leone and a child. Oh the flurr. I love the idea of this man and a little girl!!

Abbacchio Finding Out About A Secret Child With The Reader | Word Count: 3031

Returning home | The reader makes the trip back home greeted by none other than the man she’d left behind |Word Count: 1711

Playing Princess | Abba playing princess tea party with his daughter | word count: 938

Abbacchio’s Daughter meeting Giorno | Abba’s Daughter meeting Giorno because why not. lol | word count:1422

Giorno Giovanna

Thank You | It’s not romantic, but sweet. Comfort and love for this child | Word count: 1066

#jojo bizarre adventure #masterlist #jojo kimyou na bouken

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mcyt-artideas · 3 months

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Welcome to my blog!

~~Rules~~

1) Anyone can use these prompts, do not suggest something if you dont want other people to use it 2) No bringing discourse into it 3) Any Mcyt fandom, big or small, is allowed 4) You can dm ideas if you dont wanna ask 5) If you are confused on any of the rules, feel free to ask for clarification 6) Even if someones already drawn a submission your more then welcome to 7) You can make the ideas as simple or as complicated as youd like, but the people drawing them are free to change up details as they like 8) If you wanna add a sketch/doodle of your art with the submission, thats cool but dont get upset if people dont follow it 9) I am just one person, dont get upset if it takes me a little while to post the ask 10) No Nsfw, suggestive prompts are alright but no super suggestive things 11) Feel free to (respectfully) let me know if i mis-tagged a suggestion 12) Please keep the asks to English as its the only language i know 13) Feel free to send as many asks as youd like, even in a small amount of time, but dont spam the same ask over and over again 14) ship asks are allowed 15) A poem or smt based on Mcyts is allowed as a prompt

~~Posting based on submissions~~

1) Anyone can use the ideas for anything art, if you wanna make a drabble or something instead of just art, thats all good 2) If you do make something, please @ the blog (or even just reblog the post with the prompt) so both me and the asker can find it 3) Feel free to add your own spin to the art 4) if you make a fic or something based on a suggestion and dont want it tied to your tumblr then feel free to send an ask with the link, just link the original post as well

I will change this if I need to

I will try my best to tag all the ideas for the correct fandoms

#mcyt #non-idea asks #ideas #non ideas #Idea asks

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ofmermaidstories · 2 years

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AAAAADJEJAHAHHS WHAT.WHAT. YOUR SECRETARY DRABBLE?? IT WAS SO ADORABLE ADJEHAHSH WHY BRUH HOW??

but like what if we got a little thing where we're the Starbucks employee that takes his order every morning, and everyday he buys two drinks, but it's a different kind of coffee every time. And your just like adshehhshwhw it's a pro-hero!!, but he just eventually starts talking to u about the RANDOMEST things in his life. Like,

"I saw a cat on the way to work yesterday. It was fluffy and orange, and it kind of reminded me of Bakugou."

And ur just like "wHos Bakugou???"

Then he asks reader to draw a cat on the cup and it's just at that point ur so done with this man.

(pls ignore my poor editing skills)

(ur editing skills are PERFECT, thank u, i am saving this to my phone rn ☎️✨😭)

Shouto Todoroki comes in every day: rain, hail or shine.

You and the others of the café have mostly grown immune his fame, by now, though the commotion he can cause is a little harder to ignore. Sometimes, if you’re both unlucky, a crowd will gather at the sight of him—blocking the counters off and annoying everyone else in the shop. It’s always the same combination of younger kids, star-struck teenagers—or tourists. Most locals, used to Shouto and his ilk, will see the Pro strolling in for his order and leave him to it, give him the right of normalcy. It helps, you think to yourself wrly, that Shouto Todoroki is infamous for being completely unhinged with both his fan encounters and any kind of traditional media.

“Good morning,” he greets you, formally. “I’d like two large Eye-Scream lattes today, please.”

The Eye-Scream latte—Starcups’ Halloween special. You smile to yourself, ringing the purchase up as your coworker shoots you a jealous look. Shouto Todoroki tips well.

“Any special requests today?” You ask. It’s been about a month since he’s discovered he can ask for cup art, and get it—the lot of you climbing over yourselves to make the Pro Hero smile with your doodles, your careful illustrations. Daisuke, your manager, put all of you to shame the other week with his careful, biro rendering of an old manga panel.

But it’s fun; Shouto looks thoughtful, delighting you. You like that he takes this just as seriously as the rest of you do.

“You’ve been drawing those cats for me,” the Pro hero points out. “Can you draw another?”

Something fizzles within you, glowing, at this. “Yeah,” you say, trying not to be too eager. “yeah, I totally can!!”

Shouto smiles at you, warm and small, and you think—you think you’d march off a bridge if this man told you to.

Your friend makes the lattes, pouting at you when you give her the cups, your drawing done. “This is so unfair,” she complains, “he always talks to you!”

You duck behind the coffee machine and jeer at her. “Eat shit!”

She kicks at you in revenge, and you try not to laugh as Shouto waits, oblivious.

“Who do you think he’s getting the coffees for?” Your friend asks, as she finishes one.

You pretend to wipe down an already clean counter, and shrug. “I always thought it was like, Deku or someone.”

Giggling, your friend whispers, “Dynamight.”

You try to picture Dynamight, Japan’s Fury, drinking one of your lattes—with one of your little cats on it, and can’t.

You’re still trying to picture it when Shouto’s order is ready; you present the tray to him and smile up at the man as he moves to collect them.

“I hope you and your friend enjoy your coffees,” you tell him.

Gray and blue eyes flicker down to the cups; to the Shouto-like cat you’ve drawn, sitting with its eyes closed, dreaming of fish.

“We will,” he says, smiling at you—amused, now, like he knew what you were trying to do. “Thank-you.”

Behind you, one of the others giggles nervously. You decide that next time, when you have the chance, you’ll draw two cats; curled up together, napping like they’re in the sun.

#ofmermaidstories-asks #this is a million years late i am so sorry #prompts and drabbles and other things #the devil wears support gear: secretary au

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rainy-circle · 1 year

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53 and Mareach for the writing drabbles please?

Love it when you come back and can’t take it when you leave Got me fantasizing our initials already 365 by Zedd & Katy Perry

Daisy never lets her forget how ridiculous she thinks it is, but Peach actually looks forward to days where she has to get through mountains of paperwork.

Of course it was never her first choice. She'd much rather be down in the castle kitchens baking or playing sports with her friends, but someone had to sign the dotted line on all the documents piling up on her desk, and it wasn't going to be any of the Toads.

She doesn't need time to herself as much as Luigi does, but Princess Peach can appreciate just having a day to herself in her office, listening to her gramophone and the birds outside the window. She rifles through the multiple records on the bookshelf, and settles on one of the latest records Mayor Pauline had sent along with one of her letters. The sound of Metro Kingdom jazz fills the room, and Peach gets to work.

She manages to get through the entire pile of letters and reports and forms from Professor E. Gadd before she decides to take a small break. One of the Toads had been kind enough to leave an entire tray of macarons on her desk for her, and she pulls her personal journal towards her as she nibbles on one, making a note to find out who had done it and thank them later.

And, somehow, someway, her mind drifting off through the windows and out into the clouds, she starts writing in the margins. Writing isn't the right word really - scribbling is more accurate.

She doesn't even really think about tracing out Mario's name in cursive. It just happens.

The Mario brothers, she thinks. Does that mean their last names are both 'Mario'? Peach laughs just a little. 'MM' she writes, then 'PM'. 'Peach Mario'? No, that doesn't fit.

'MT', she tries instead. Mario Toadstool? That sounds better, she supposes.

"Princess?" The sudden voice jolts her out of her reverie so hard she slams a knee against the underside of her desk, causing everything on the surface to jump with her. Whoever it was who had spoken jumps too, stumbling into the gramophone and causing the record to scratch.

"Oh, Toadsworth! Are you all right?" She watches as the older Toad pushes his brown spotted cap back from where it had fallen over his eyes. "I'm sorry!"

"It's quite all right, Your Highness," Toadsworth says, straightening his vest. "I didn't mean to startle you, but you seemed quite, ah... distracted."

"Oh, yes." Peach looks down at the page of her journal she had 'working' on, and feels her face burn red. It's nothing but the initials MM and PM and MT and hearts. She had apparently just finished adding a crown to the top of her little doodle of a certain brave, kind, mustachioed plumber when Toadsworth had walked in.

She slams her journal shut a little too hard. "How long have you been here, Toadsworth?" she says, struggling to keep her voice polite and definitely not panicked.

"Here? In the study?" Toadsworth asks. "Oh, only a minute. Why? Do you need help?"

Peach fights the urge to let out the most obviously relieved sigh possible. "No! No, no, I'm fine! How about I take a break and you can tell me whatever's the matter on a little walk?"

When they leave the study, Peach makes sure to put her journal in the lockable drawer in her desk.

And she takes the key with her.

#{ mine }

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justaduckarts · 1 year

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Hi! I've been following your blog for quite a while, and I have to say, I don't regret a single second of it. Your writing is so good and brings me and others so much joy! And then your art? I can't imagine things no matter how much someone describes it, so your art is something I truly enjoy because it gives me the chance to see and imagine what's going on! I love your fics, your art, your drabbles, and everything you do on this blog! You don't know how many ideas I've developed because of you. And I'm way to nervous to say any of this without being anonymous, I'm still nervous saying this even as an anonymous! But I really enjoy your work and all you do! And I thought maybe you would like to know that. You're doing amazing and I'm really proud of you, a lot of us are. Have a fantastic day!

ANON. ANON HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? I'M. I'M SOBBING. AAAAAA /pos

NO BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I am so glad to know you enjoy what I make!! It's so crazy to me that so many people like my stories and drawings! I never expected to receive so much kind feedback and I'm just so abhwgkiehkyddn I can't express just how grateful I am for this community, seriously. Everyone has been so nice and even the criticism I've received has been helpful and not malicious and I really can't thank EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU enough.

Thank you very much for this message, Anon, it was so so so sweet and it really REALLY made my night! I'm so glad you found inspiration in my work! Please don't feel anxious, I swear I'm just a regular silly little duck making little doodles and daydreaming about our beloved jesters <3 I really can't thank you enough!! I'd love to hear about your ideas someday if you ever feel open to sharing!! <3

#justaduckarts answers #i am so happy #thank you so much #sobbing #holding this ask so gently

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gaylittlewizardcat · 2 years

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gaylittlewizardcat’s tag master post

The purpose of this post is to avoid duplicate tags (such as having both “Mister Mistoffelees” and “Mr. Mistoffelees” as tags) and to easier navigate my blog (both for others and myself). It will probably get updated a lot with time

This post also includes tags I think I may have use for in the future, even if I haven’t used them yet, and may exclude some other tags I have used for varying reasons

(This also applies to reblogs on my main)

Accessibility tags:

I do my best to tag triggering content, though the format varies a bit (such as using tw or cw, putting it before or after etc) if there’s ever a post you feel is triggering that doesn’t have proper warnings please don’t hesitate to tell me! Anons are on if that makes you more comfortable :]

Negativity: the tag I use when complaining about stuff. I try to keep my blog fun and light hearted so it’s nothing super upsetting, but if you don’t want that this is the tag to blacklist

Undescribed: I try to add image descriptions to all posts with gifs or images, but sometimes I don’t have time or aren’t sure how to describe something, in which case they get this tag so I can easily come back to it later. Things like bingos, “get to know my ship” templates or videos are never described because I simply do not know how to format them in a sensible way. If you use a screen reader and would like for me to add a description to a specific image let me know and I’ll try to prioritize that post! Anons are on if that makes you more comfortable

“Type of content” tags:

My art: art I made!

Doodle: silly very low effort art I made!

Writing: something I wrote or plan on writing, really pretty much anything writing related

Drabble: something small I wrote, usually also has the “writing” tag

Fanfiction: something I wrote I also posted on AO3, always also has the “writing” tag

Gif: this post includes gif(s) I’ve made

Gay little ramblings: me just spewing whatever nonsense is in my brain in the moment

Reblog: self explanatory

Excellent addition: when someone adds stuff to my post I think is neat, always also has the reblog tag

Fandom event: sometimes people do things like ship weeks or gift exchanges! Sometimes I participate!

Cats fanart: both my own and gift exchange stuff!

Incorrect cats: incorrect quotes

Source: my wretched brain: Incorrect quotes I’ve thought up myself

Jellicle queues: queue tag, rarely sees usage lol

Jellicle memes: memes

Jellicle polls: polls! I think they’re fun and I post them sometimes

Jellicle asks: invitations to send asks (such as ask games)

Jellicle answers: answered asks

Cosplay: Cosplay stuff, mostly added to this list symbolically since most posts tagged with this are gay little ramblings about WISHING I did cosplay but not actually doing it

Video: some type of content in video form, most likely edits of some kind

Audio: sometimes I edit audios, most of the time they also have the “video” tag because I upload them in a video format

Edit: a variety of stuff, but usually me doodling over a screenshot

Year in review: yearly tumblr check-in cause I love stats and organization

Discord shenanigans: Discord related shenanigans

Character tags and any possible specific tags that only concerns one character:

Alonzo cats

Amunet cats (I also tend to tag her with “Exotica cats” so people who like her have an easier time finding her, but I use the name Amunet otherwise)

Asparagus Jr

Bombalurina

Bustopher Jones

Cassandra cats

Coricopat

Demeter cats

Electra cats (Autistic Electra)

Etcetera cats (Autistic Cettie)

The Everlasting Cat

Jellicle dog George

Grizabella

Gus the theatre cat

Jellylorum

Jemima cats (Cryptid Jemmy)

Jennyanydots

Macavity

Mistoffelees (Cryptid Misto, Autistic Misto, Mute Misto, Misto and the Glitter Chronicles)

Mungojerrie (Trans Mungojerrie)

Munkustrap (Autistic Munkus)

Old Deuteronomy

Plato cats

Pouncival

Rum tum tugger

Rumpleteazer

Skimbleshanks

Tantomile

Tumblebrutus

Victoria the white cat (Deaf Vicky)

Relationship tags (these tags may or may not get used together with both/all relevant character tags, depending on the specific post):

Bombatuggoffelees

Bombatuggoffeleesandra (I am in rarepair hell)

Cassoffelees (platonic? romantic? qpr? Yes.)

Demecavity (Mostly past Demecavity)

Demelurina

Demestrap

Electcetera

Platoria

Tuggerlurina

Tuggoffelees

Victeazer

Monochromatic siblings (Mistoffelees and Victoria)

Monochromatic family (Mistoffelees, Victoria and Bustopher (occasionally Alonzo too but much less frequently))

Chaos twins (Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer)

Chaos trio (Mungojerrie, Rumpleteazer and Mistoffelees)

Mystic twins (Tantomile and Coricopat)

Mystic trio (Tantomile, Coricopat and Mistoffelees)

Deuteronomy brothers (Munkustrap and Rum Tum Tugger)

QPR Amulorum (queer-platonic relactionship between Amunet and Jellylorum)

Oldie squad (Jenny, Jelly, Amunet, Asparagus, Skimble, Bustopher, Gus and Ol’ Deut, on rare occasions also Griz)

The kittens (Electra, Etcetera, Jemima, Tumblebrutus, Pouncival, and sometimes Victoria)

Other tags:

Jellicle Cats

Pollicle Dogs

Cats OLC

Cats OBC

Timothy Scott (I usually don’t post about actors but I have a habit of not shutting up about Scoffelees)

Cats 1998

Cats international tour 2022

Cats non replica

I’m not going to mention all the different productions, I don’t keep great track of them so I just,,,, tag them only sometimes

Jellicle folklore (the Everlasting Cat as a deity and the beliefs Jellicles may hold regaring Her, and some stuff about how the magic in this world may work)

The man over there (sometimes the character himself, but mostly me complaining about people who hate on or fundamentally don’t understand the musical)

Human AU

Which Misto makeup design am I going to be Not Normal about today? (I am completely 100% biased but I think Mistoffelees has some of the most interesting makeup designs and they make me go just a little bit feral sometimes)

peak autism moment (when cats the musical,,,,, but autism <3)

#long post

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