#a hint of

[spiltspit]

141’s secret weapon…soap’s puppy dog eyes…

#John Soap MacTavish #Call of Duty #Soap Call of Duty #MW2 #Modern Warfare 2 #my art #a hint of #ghostsoap

[nin-varisse]

Reading the Silmarillion for me was like: Wow the Feanorians are all horrible, horrible people, I don't get why they have so many fans?

Actually I feel very sorry for Maedhros, he's such a tortured (literally) soul and man, he deserved better! He lost his "best friend" (wink wink) and he tried to save Elurin and Elured. The rest sucks tho. Actually Maglor also didn't deserve such a horrible fate??? He tried to raise Elrond and Elros as well as he could and the Oath just absolutely ripped his soul into pieces. But the 3 Cs are still horrible. Well Caranthir did actually keep himself out of most conflicts and he did save Haleth and her people, he doesn't seem like a bad person per se... But Celegorm and Curufin suck, they are responsible for Finrod's death! If I think about it I feel a little sorry for Curufin. All he was seen as is Feanor 2.0, I mean even his mother called him "little dad". Surely it's no wonder how he turned out considering he was always in the direct shadow of "the greatest" noldor to ever exist. But Celegorm sucks extra bad, he tried to force Luthien to marry him! But in the end, all he wanted to be was a hunter, he wasn't responsible for his father's Oath. Also he was left by his only loyal companion, that probably drove him even more to madness.

But I'll never excuse Feanor's behaviour! He's responsible for the Oath upon his sons and therefore for their deeds and he started the first kinslaying over some stupid boats! He's the most terrible character ever! ... Actually satan himself whispered him into his ear for 60 years and he wasn't entirely wro-

#a truly wild ride #not to be a feanorian apologist but I kinda am #also I did like maedhros from the very start #ambarussa didn't really do a lot that's why they are missing #but they are tragic twins I adore them #feanor #feanorians #maedhros #maglor #caranthir #celegorm #curufin #a hint of #kidnap fam #russingon #the silmarillion #silmarillion #silm #reading the silm #tolkien #meta #nin's thoughts

[every-dayiwakeup]

Billy "if I fits I sits" Hargrove and Steve "if you don't get your ass out of my face I'll bite it" Harrington

Steve "are you sure this is safe" Harrington and Billy "probably not" Hargrove

Steve "do I smell something burning" Harrington and Billy "your toast has been ready for ten minutes" Hargrove

Steve "study day and night" Harrington and Billy "I'll leave it up to fate" Hargrove

Billy "where do you think you're going mister" Hargrove and Steve "to the bathroom" Harrington

Steve "please brush your hair babe" Harrington and Billy "it's for the aesthetic" Hargrove

Billy "are you annoyed yet" Hargrove and Steve "I'm starting to be" Harrington

Steve "my patience is wearing thin" Harrington and Billy "like your hairline" Hargrove

Steve "why isnt the car moving" Harrington and Billy "Maybe because it's in park Steven" Hargrove

Billy "why do you put up with me" Hargrove and Steve "I've put up with a lot worse don't test me" Harrington

Billy "Ratio" Hargrove and Steve "keep math out of this" Harrington

Steve "please slow down we're going to be late" Harrington and Billy "do you hear yourself" Hargrove

Steve "have you looked in the mirror" Harrington and Billy "have you?" Hargrove

Steve "I went to the bakery" Harrington and Billy "do I not have enough cake for you" Hargrove

Steve "I love you unconditionally" Harrington and Billy "how dare you say that" Hargrove

Steve "are you okay" Harrington and Billy "am I ever okay" Hargrove

Billy "what were you thinking" Hargrove and Steve "nothing" Harrington (works both ways hehe)

Steve "you could've died" Harrington and Billy "but I didn't" Hargrove

Billy "how can you love me" Hargrove and Steve "how can I not" Harrington

Billy "are you really wearing that outfit in public" Hargrove and Steve "if it embarrasses you yes" Harrington

Billy "please don't fall in love with me" Hargrove and Steve "too late" Harrington

Steve "do you think this is funny" Harrington and Billy "oh you're not laughing" Hargrove

Billy "pay attention to me" Hargrove and Steve "dude don't make me get a restraining order" Harrington

Steve "I don't smell" Harrington and Billy "allow me to bring you back to earth" Hargrove

Steve "I'm stupid" Harrington and Billy "that's okay, I'll just out stupid you" Hargrove

Billy "I'm an asshole" Hargrove and Steve "why do you think I like you so much" Harrington

Steve "why are you laughing" Harrington and Billy "why aren't you laughing" Hargrove

Billy "giggles at funerals" Hargrove, Eddie "places bets on who's going to sing at the altar" Munson and Steve "God isn't real but the devil is" Harrington

Steve "sit up straight" Harrington and Billy "i literally can't" Hargrove +(Bonus- Robin "and on Pride Month" Buckley)

Billy "I'm very disappointed in you" Hargrove and Steve "is it because I'm bi" Harrington

*****

Tags: (always room for more 🥰🤡)

@ouizzyharringrove

@harringroveho

@hephaestn

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@shipworm

@whoringrove

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@wixterirox

#bi steve is everything #i just want robin and billy to be gay and do crime #is that too much to ask #eddie and billy making steve go insane is my religion #their dynamic #harringrove #harringrove incorrect #a hint of #mungrove #harringroveson #harringrove solos #steddilly for life #harringroveincorrect #incorrect harringrove quotes #they cant all be winning ideas yall 🤧 #but i had fun #hehehehee #edit: i went to catholic school as a kid and i misspelled altar #my grandfather is rolling in his grave

[asfateentertwines]

Blessed Spider

Tw: Violence. references to past torture

Spider wasn't like Kiri, he wasn't born with Ewya's blessings in his hands

Despite all he finds of himself later, he was still born human. He had to prove he was hers, something he did early on

She started to show her favor while he was young, when he integrated himself into the Omaticaya with the Sully kids and her child, she would send little signs to those near

Her creatures would approach but never attack, her flora would hold him strong so he wouldn't get hurt racing across their forest, and temperatures rarely teetered where it may hurt him. They were little things but she thought her people would see

For once, they didn't

Her people wouldn't see her little human, but that was alright. She could show them - she is forgiving and she is loving

So, she guided their paths together

Kiri, her sweet child, was the first to see and with her, she brought her Grandmother

but...that was it

They could not (would not) see him

It would take years for her to finally wake her children, but it would come at a price she didn't want to pay

It isn't until after the battle of Three Brothers Rock that it becomes clear that Ewya has held Spider dear to her

It's on the ship, Neytiri's knife at his chest, when something changes

Quaritch panics, throws Kiri, and he is shoved forward. Neytiri is stalking up to Quaritch with a feral gleam in her eye but, in her anger, she pushes too hard

He falls, one hand to his bleeding chest and the other to the ground, but it's in vain

His face cracks against the debris across the floor and glass shatters into his face

There's shards pressing into the soft skin of his cheeks and forehead, his eyes clenched shut against the needles sneaking in, but fear hits him when he takes in a panic breath

Kiri screams his name and lunges forward, no longer bound to her fathers arms

Quaritch yells a loud, guttural scream of his name but Neytiri takes the opportunity to plunge her knife into his throat. He gurgles on his blood before she is at his side, eyes focusing vaguely again on his face

She curses, cups his cheek and mumbles words he doesn't catch

Jake is cursing and trying to cover his face but... he's fine

His face hurts but he takes in shuddering breaths and he's fine

He takes in another

Nothing happens

He looks up at Jake with wide eyes, shaking and unsure, but he's breathing fine

It takes the man a moment to catch up and this his movements still as he falls back onto the ground. Sitting, he stares at the little human

His Dad is dying off to the side, his sister throws herself into his arms and grins with tears in her eyes

"She has you, she Sees you, Spider, she has you!" Kiri is laughing, loud with sobs choking her between and he lets out a half barked laugh as he falls into her hold

Jake brings them both into his arms, panting and mumbling prayers with grateful pants of breath.

Neytiri doesn't move but her shoulders go lax in relief

He gasps, coughing and crying, and he's seen

Things make more sense with Ewya's blessing painted across his now-bare face

The scars of wearing the mask for so long fade as the days go by and the bloody marks from shattered glass heal

Injuries that should be months away from better start to scab and soon he's only lined in pink scars, the soreness there but his body healing like a na'vi

The sand and sun don't burn his shoulders or feet, something Norm swore would happen

The ilu let him on their backs and the fauna are suddenly that much less threatening

It's a clear sign if any that Ewya has put an end to their shit

Spider remains pale and small, still human but not as painfully so

Kiri remains on cloud nine, thriving in the knowledge that her people finally see her brother like she has

It's safer for him, no one able to dispute his place, and slowly he's blended into the family he always wanted

There's a lot of conversation that needs to be held but...he's safe

It feels like a happy ending

Problem: it's not an ending

There's still a war on the horizon and he's still a human man

His skin still tears, his lungs still burn at a na'vi child's pace, and his body still can't handle everything his siblings can

He's still almost killed by his boyfriends courting gift, a fish seasoned with a little more potent spices than what a human can handle

It's something his siblings know but the adults now find themselves confronted rather plainly with

Neytiri is still learning to accept him, still bringing him into her brood, when she has to face that falling out a 30' tree isn't a skinned knee to a human boy

He's no where near the top, something Jake tells her would have been far worse, but 8' up in search of coastal fruit will still break a humans leg

It scares her in a way she was unprepared for

She carries him back home with Kiri at her hip mocking her and her charge relentlessly, Spider flushed red and indigent at his siblings banter

It's when she lays him down and begins to wrap the injury when she see's the next little sign of his blessing

The little sign to tell her that he's hers

The freckles along his thigh, tiny and dark next to her own, resemble the bioluminescence that cover her body

Really though, it's the little pattern that looks so much like her sisters that makes her pause

Na'vi spots and stripes are a matter of pride, something they pass down to their children and a little visual symbol of their family connection

Her children often would paint their families stripes across his skin in something that always enraged her, but this is small, an organic addition she never noticed

She feels ridiculous crying over freckles to her mate later, but for now she just leans her head down to Spider's and brushes her lips across his forehead

"Ohe see ngenga, my tìrol"

#spider socorro #avatar the way of water #spider soccoro sully #a hint of #rocorro #kiri te suli kìreysì'ite #neytiri sully #blessed spider

[letters-unsending]

No. 37

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There’s a new Superhero in town and Hero, now demoted, is trying his best to handle the change.

////

Before the battle, Hero pressed his ‘super’ pin into Superhero’s palm. The insignia was bronze, but the edges were buffed into a brassy shine from years of pressing it as it sat on his chest, reminding himself in metal grooves his duty to his city and fellow heroes.

“Hero, this…” Superhero curled his hand around the pin, considering Hero with a deep breath, “this is incredibly kind, but I do not want to take this from you. You earned this through many years and I have just begun to lead.”

Superhero went to uncurl his grip, but Hero stayed his movement, folding both hands over Superhero’s fingers.

“Do not think of this as a gift, then,” Hero said, “let it be a weight you must bear.”

“I do not-”

“Please, Superhero, this is more a consolation for me than it is for you.” Superhero already had a pin, gold and gleaming on his collar, and Hero swallowed, squeezing Superhero’s hand one last time before stepping back. Behind Superhero, the other heroes began to file into the room. Hero stiffened and started past Superhero.

“Thank you.” Superhero called to Hero’s back.

Hero paused and turned his head, smile brief but gleaming. His next words were lost to the crowd piling in and Superhero watched as the heroes enfolded him into their mass with happy touches and exclamations of reunion.

////

Jealously curled up his spine as ardently as wonder filled his chest and left no room for breath. Hero sunk back into his seat as Superhero gave his final address to the Organization Council and inclined his head, giving thanks to his audience as if he did not deserve their attentions, as if he had not held them hostage with his brilliance.

After a stroke of silence, the room erupted with praise. Hero did not join the clamor. Instead, he stared at the maps and charts behind Superhero, recalling the masterful plan he had proposed. Hero had known of Superhero’s strength and brazen courage—he’d witnessed it with equal parts terror and fascination on the battle field—but to find his mind was just as sharp and ruthless left Hero reeling.

When they first announced Superhero would be taking his place, Hero was furious. Furious that his men would have to follow a fresh-faced upstart that knew nothing of their city. Furious that they all would suffer due to the Organization’s misplaced confidence in a man who only had brute strength and fame to offer.

But that heated fury was only bitterness now, a slow-acting poison that stirred in Hero’s gut with each successful mission Superhero led. Hero smarted each time his heroes turned toward Superhero in admiration and wondered if it hurt more because he admired Superhero just as much.

“Hero.”

Hero blinked and found that the room had emptied. Scattered paper and pens were all that remained of his coworkers. His own notepad laid rumpled and creased in front of him, so full of scrawl he’d penned notes along the margins to keep up with Superhero’s presentation.

“Sorry,” Hero’s chair screeched back as he stood, “I was lost in thought.”

“Did you have any issues with the strategy?” Superhero asked, nervous though he had no right to be.

“No,” Hero stuffed his notes into his bag, “you—it was brilliant. More than brilliant.” He began to round the table, but Superhero stopped him with a hand at his shoulder. He’d seen that hand crack ship hulls, but there was none of that force now, only a tentative curl of fingers, a weight so slight that Hero wished it heavier.

“Hero,” at his name, Hero tensed, “I want us to be allies. You know this city and organization more than I could ever wish to, and I would appreciate your counsel. I do not want to be alone in this.”

Hero clutched his bag to his side and turned toward Superhero in disbelief. “You have thousands in your command. How could you feel alone?”

“Do not confuse my meaning. I care for every person I lead, but I do not need more followers. I need someone to contest me.” He cleared his throat. “I am terrified by the power that has been given to me and you are well acquainted with it. I just need someone to speak to who is not obligated to listen.”

The bitterness, the acid, welled up from Hero’s stomach and onto his tongue. He loathed the sag of Superhero’s shoulder and the openness in his eyes; this emotional underbelly was too soft to strike. At first, Hero had desperately sought for weakness, for error in everything Superhero did, but now that it was offered up before him, he felt no pleasure at the prospect of tearing in. He looked down.

Superhero’s chest held two pins: one tarnished, one glinting gold. Hero sighed and mirrored Superhero’s hand, placing his own on Superhero’s shoulder.

“You’ve taken my position with much more grace and skill. I believed you to be beyond the want of my help.”

The tension in Superhero’s shoulder bled out beneath Hero’s palm. “I would be a fool to deny help where it can be given.”

“Then you are wiser than me,” he patted Superhero’s shoulder before stepping back, retreating from Superhero’s slight smile.

////

Hero staggered into Superhero’s tent on a freshly bound ankle and slumped onto the rug beside Superhero, splaying himself before the fire. Superhero shifted, frowning at the papers crumpled in his lap. The red light from the fireplace brightened the blood splattered across his neck and darkened the furrow in his brow as he turned his cheek away from Hero.

At his expression, Hero collected himself. He tucked one knee in, but as he attempted to pull in his injured leg, his ankle throbbed and he settled it back down with a shaky breath. Bristling, Superhero turned toward him.

“You should still be with the medics.”

“It’s a small break,” Hero pulled a bag of ice from his pack and dropped it over his ankle, “and I’m still superhuman, even if greater powers such as yours exist. I’ve always healed quick.”

“You shouldn’t have been injured,” Superhero sighed, setting his papers aside.

“Better my broken ankle than your pierced liver.” Perhaps lunging off a building to ward off the spear aimed at Superhero was not the wisest course of action, but it had been the quickest. There was no harm done except for the sickening crunch of bone, tendon and his own pride as he crumpled behind Superhero with a groan.

Superhero leaned forward and skimmed his fingers across the Hero’s shin. Between his rolled pant leg and wrapped foot, the skin was purpled and swollen, and throbbed in ticklish pain as Superhero’s hand wrapped gingerly around it. The animal part of him wanted to kick the touch away from his wound, but Superhero’s profile was severe, so he leaned further back on his palms, stomach folding and breath shallowing.

A thin film of ice crackled out from Superhero’s palm, delicate as a fly’s wing. Hero would have laughed at the incredulity of it if not for the gentle retreat of Superhero’s fingers. Why, he’d seen Superhero turn rippling lakes white. He’d seen him render flesh dark and dead, but almost as soon as his touch left, the ice had begun to crack and melt, trickling cooly over his welt-hot skin.

“You are a wonder,” Hero breathed, “truly. I could not even begin to use my power as finely as you have.”

Superhero dropped his hand into his lap, staring at Hero with raised brows. “Do not undermine your power for my sake.”

“I am telling the truth.” Hero replied, spreading out his fingers and calling fire to his skin. It burned a low, deep red but still encased the entirety of hand and the bone of his wrist. “This the smallest fire I can summon. What you did would be like commanding smoke and I have only seen it done by the masters who have taught me.”

Superhero cowed at that, shoulders hunching, “and yet, even a spear can take me unawares.”

“It did not take you. I was there.”

“I did not ask you for your friendship so that you could shield me.” Superhero muttered, staring at the blistering fire and ice melt pooling around Hero’s foot.

“Any hero, friend or not, would do the same. And you, you would do the same for me. I have no doubt.” Hero reached and placed his hand over the twin insignias on Superhero’s chest. Beneath, Superhero’s skin bloomed with feeling and warmth, and he half wondered if Hero had chosen to burn him instead.

#writeblr #villain #writing prompt #hero #prompt #hero prompt #villain prompt #writing #heroes and villains #superhero x hero #drabble #fantasy writing #again #they’re speaking weird #i listen to the Frankenstein audio book #okay #soft feelings #being soft #injured hero #a hint of #whump

[themayomambo]

Wrote a fic based on the most recent dlc trailer because spring 2024 is too far away!

Summary:

"After some time fighting her way up and up the spire again and again, Eight is pushed to her limit and takes a break. Through the bleak and dull, Pearl attempts to comfort her while they catch their bearings.

(Written purely on speculation gathered from the most recent of trailers)"

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon side order #side order #agent 8 #pearl splatoon #pearl houzuki #dedf1sh #a hint of #Pearlina #ao3 #ao3 link #fanfic

[electric-friend]

i’ve got so many unfinished fics in my drive and maybe even one published one where someone calls stede strong and brave for maintaining his softness even when life pushes back.

recently i feel like stede made a choice ed and izzy have both made in the past that they’ve always wished they never did, and stede could have been spared from. at the very least i think it hurt ed to see the version of himself he hates in stede. he probably thinks stede wanted to become that man for reasons other than stede has been bullied his entire life for being inadequate and told a man a bit like blackbeard is a real man.

call me crazy or whatever but i actually think a major thing that should be communicated between ed and stede is something on stede’s end. his trauma and his feelings and his issues. as it stands now, i don’t think ed understands what’s going on with stede. i don’t think he understands the person stede really wants to be. i don’t think he understands stede’s own issues of self-doubt and stede’s insecurities. hell i don’t think ed even has that much of a grasp of how unpopular and disliked stede has always been his entire life. and i think maybe if stede explained himself better, ed would understand more of what was going on. that he wouldn’t be seeing stede as manifesting something he wants to escape from, he would see stede as someone he needs to help escape with him.

#ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #stede bonnet #edward teach #a hint of #steddyhands #but i’m not really going into it #idk if this makes much sense #it’s not super well laid out it’s just a chaotic bunch of prose im expressing myself through #obviously i feel like ed should maybe communicate more of his feelings to stede too #but i feel like everyone is focusing really hard on stede being a dick and needing to apologise #when what really needs to happen (though i doubt it will on screen) is they both need to articulate their feelings #so that they understand each other and stop getting caught up mis communicating #also listen. i don’t think stede did a good thing in that argument #but i do fundamentally believe that ed saying it was a mistake. no matter how much stede might also think that was true #probably genuinely seriously triggered stede and upset him a lot #they were both really hurt in that conversation #but i think that there’s this thing going on where stede has become a man that reminds ed of a part of himself he associates- #-with the version of himself he hates #and in a way that’s happening the other way around too #ed is soft. quiet. gentle. the crew doesn’t respect him #stede sees a version of himself he feels insecure about when he looks at ed now #and it’s fucking with them. #majorly. #i hope they talk but i know there’s not enough time in the show for them to talk the way i want them to

[isame-allen]

Well i finished the valentines thang and I was still bored

Credits to @/incorrect-dreamswap-quotes for the quotes

#I’m still gonna make more #dreamswap #ds dream #ds nightmare #ds cross #ds error #ds blue #ds ink #incorrect quotes #dankswap #a hint of #starcropped #isaacballz #allen’s crack doodles

[a-forbidden-detective]

His favourite Idiot

Another entry for Fluffbruary 2023 with the prompt : tenderness, Day 12. Tagging @fluffbruary for your consideration. It is rated mature

“What if we lie down right now, Toto? That would be splendid.” Ron took off his shirt and covered both of them with his blanket. Turning on his side, he held Toto’s chest and continued to lave his neck, then proceeded to give him small pecks on his cheeks, lips and to his light brown hair.

Toto’s round eyes grew bigger not expecting this kind of physical intimacy from the aloof amateur detective. His head spun. When Ron began to lick his right ear, it tickled. Toto was on the verge of escaping the onslaught, but Ron was spooning him now, holding him tightly. It felt so good, yet he was conflicted that whatever the private detective was going to do next, Toto couldn’t, wouldn’t, be able to say no to it anymore. He was thankful that he couldn’t see his face like this: sweating and blushing.

Read the rest on AO3.

A huge thanks to Andy @clouds-of-peach for beta reading and being accommodating. And to D @thatmysterywriter for the lookover.

#ron kamonohashi #totomaru isshiki #deranged detective #deranged detective: ron kamonohashi #rontoto #kamonohashi ron no kindan suiri #fluffbruary 2023 #ron et toto #fluffbruary #ron kamonohashi: deranged detective #rkdd fanfics #my fanfic stuff #rkdd fan fiction #rating: m a t u r e #le corbusier #a hint of #sherlock bbc #if you find the clue

[lotus-il]

Trash Can Full of Treasures

Word Count ~ 857 Crack treated seriously drabble of our precious trash panda, Caelus, who sneaks off at the sight of a particular trash can that was just calling out to him.

It had been a day or so since the Supreme Guardian ordered the Trailblazers’ arrest, of course that would never stop Caelus nor March and as for Dan Heng, well, he was pretty much stuck with them. And he seemed to have already accepted his fate when something caught March’s attention as she walked over despite some silvermane guards walking about. Dan Heng sighed, but eventually followed her and thought that Caelus wasn’t too far behind. 

It doesn’t occur to him that their newest member of the Astral Express crew had snug away from them and was now staring at the trashcan. On the end, Dan Heng sighed and pressed his palm against his temple, shaking his head only for his arm to drop down when March asked him to smile right beside his wanted poster.

Whoever had drawn these posters, well, did their best to say the least. Dan Heng lifted his hand to display a peace sign in hopes of satisfying March enough until he looked around after March snapped a photo, realizing they were one member short.

“March… where did Caelus go?” 

“Huh? He was here just a minute ago– wait, wasn’t he with–” she halted mid-sentence and turned to notice where the individual in question was. “Oh no…”

Dan Heng closed his eyes before turning towards the direction that March did before opening them and sure enough, Caelus was right there in their line of sight, staring intently at the trash can. 

“Why is he–”

“I have no idea…”

To Caelus this wasn’t just some ordinary trash can. The more he stared at it the more it lost its shape of a trash can and transformed into something better: a treasure chest. He didn’t realize how long he had been staring at it until his attention snapped away from the trash can when he heard Dan Heng clear his throat behind him.

He didn’t utter a word and instead just looked at March and Dan Heng before returning his gaze at the object. Sure enough, it still looked like a very inviting treasure chest.

“You…” March started, but wasn’t even sure what to say. “Uh, Dan Heng?” She turned toward the other male as if signaling for him to say something.

Dan Heng lifted his arms to cross over his chest and shook his head. “There is no going back once he chooses this path.”

Caelus, although not facing them, had to ask himself what Dan Heng meant by that. Is that a warning? 

The urge became stronger and perhaps even unbearable. He turned to look at his companions one more time before he lifted the lid. 

“You’re not actually going to… look through there… are you?” March questioned with a concerning and utter disgust in her face. She was never one to really hide her expressions.

Oh, but sure as hell he was. This wasn’t a trash can, this was a treasure chest waiting to be opened and who was Caelus to pass up an opportunity presented right before him?

With confidence as he lifted the lid entirely, he shoved his hand down into the depths of the trash can, at first all that he got were spent water bottles, empty soda cans and some half-finished sandwiches. He almost gave up until he found himself a disc he was sure he could play on the Astral Express. 

Once he completed his mission, he placed the lid back and turned around. It was a belated realization of what he had just done that made him part his lips but March immediately raised her hand and shook her head. 

“No need to explain. I get it. The urge was too strong to resist.” 

Dan Heng was quiet, cupping his chin as he thought before looking at Caelus, the Silvermane Guards kept close watch from his peripheral. He closed his eyes and shook his head briefly before he began turning his body  to face opposite from the Silvermane Guards, approaching to stand between Caelus and March.

“Just… don’t tell Pom-Pom where you actually got the disc. Also, we’ve been spotted.” He spoke calmly before he raised both his hands to push against the two individual’s backs.

“Already?” March whined when she saw the men and groaned. “I didn’t get to take as many pictures as I wanted.” 

“We can out-run them.” Caelus said with confidence, a smirk on his lips as he flipped his bat to rest on his shoulders.

“It’s possible, but not when we’re just standing around like this.” Dan Heng urged the two before nodding his head toward the direction to lose the Silvermane Guards. “Move it.”

And, thus, the three Trailblazers ran for it the moment they heard the Silvermane Guards ordering them to halt. 

March was giggling a little further away from Caelus and Dan Heng, Caelus deciding it was fine to stick his tongue out at the guards in a teasing manner only to be obscured by Dan Heng’s hand shoved against his face but there was a hint of an amused smile on Dan Heng’s lips followed by a shake of his head, all which Caelus unfortunately missed.

#caelus #dan heng #march 7th #a hint of #dancae #if you squint #astral express trio #honkai star rail #honkai: star rail #star rail #hsr #writings #// funny story; i was thinking of what to write for this zine app #i was doing and ended up getting trash panda caelus crumbs instead #not mad though #i love writing crack treated seriously drabbles

[nin-varisse]

How lucky on a scale from "Fingon walking through the enemies' lands with only a bow and a harp and not meeting a single orc" to "Feanor living in the undying lands and yet somehow having both his parents die" are you?

#i'm something of a 'creator of bad decisions' celebrimbor #tag yourself #feanor #fingon #a hint of #russingon #silmarillion #silm #silmarillion memes #silm memes #shitpost

[crimsonfacets]

"now you’re beside me, and look how far we’ve come." Charlie @ Vaggie 🥺❤️

wednesday starters

An exhale, heavy and laced with a smile that bloomed so naturally across her face. "Yeah, we've.. we've definitely come a long way, hon." Vaggie responded, nuzzling her nose into her lover's with a low-throated giggle. "We've come a long, long way, and a lot of it's because of you."

Vaggie was not always the most optimistic of souls down here, she always seen the glass half empty while Charlie always seen it half full. They were a funny couple like that, and that is also what made them work so well as a.. pun woefully intended, damned team. They needed that balance, realism and hope, dreams and grounding.

Corny as it may seem, it's true: teamwork makes the dreamwork. That's the saying, isn't it?

Geez, her heart was fluttering.

"You should kiss me under the mistletoe as a 'congratulations for all the hard work paying off', don't you think? I believe I've deserved it.. you know, as your partner in crime."

#(( HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH )) #(( I LOOOOOOOOVE THE GIRLFRIENDWIFEYS. I LOVE THEMMMMMM. )) #idyllicserendipity #idyllicserendipity; charlie. #『 vaggie / ic. 』 ❝ like a moth to a flame. ❞ #『 vaggie / &charlie. 』 ❝ baby girl; heaven is a place in hell with you. ❞ #『 blog / asks. 』 ❝ it came from the mailbox. ❞ #a hint of #xmas 2k22.

[typhoidmeri]

#darcy lewis bingo #darcy lewis #meri writes fic #a hint of #steve x darcy #but his name got cut #it’s not even Wednesday #because pink

[thatsbelievable]

#What to do if There’s a Witch at Your Door #tips #tricks #life hacks #helpful hints #advice #witch #witches #go witches! #unreality #tea

[laughingcatwrites]

As a reminder that good exists out there, a coworker recently confessed to me that he found out his child is questioning their identity (kid's gender redacted for this post). The kid is keeping it from him, so he can't say anything to them or show that he knows, but he's doing his best to get mentally prepared and educated so that he'll be ready whenever his kid does feel comfortable enough come to him.

For context, this guy is a big, bulky middle aged dude who loves sports and typical outdoor "manly" activities. As his coworker and friend, I know he's a kind and sweet teddy bear of a person, but his kid probably views him as a stern, authoritarian figure, the way most teenagers view their parents. His family lives in a conservative area, so I'm sure between that, their dad's looks and interests, and the fact that their dad is a Figure of Authority, the kid is worried that they won't be accepted.

But you know what? When he found out about his kid, the first thing he did was reach out to his closest queer friend and ask for resources for parents of questioning children. His biggest fears are that his kid will be bullied or discriminated against and won't feel comfortable enough to be themself. His second action was to find himself a mentor in another parent who went the same situation (kid coming out in a conservative town). The other person is preparing him for some of the struggles his kid may face and the fights he may need to take on as a parent to make sure his kid is safe and treated well.

Something I want to emphasize for people focused on language as the primary method of allyship is that when we spoke, he used some outdated terms and thoughts about gender and sexuality. That does not make him bad. These were the terms and thinking used about questioning teenagers when he was growing up and he never needed to learn more current ones. But now that he does have that need, he's throwing himself in head first because that's his kid and he's darn well going to make sure that his kid feels welcomed and has a safe place to be themselves even if they never come out to him.

#I'm so proud and happy for my coworker and I've been trying to figure out how to let him know how amazing I think he is #what gets me the most is that he's keeping this super down low to avoid giving any hints to his kid #he has a lot of queer friends so he already is known as an ally but there's always a chance it will be different if it's family #and he took that chance and crumpled it up into a ball and slam dunked it into the garbage for three points #and decided that even if his kid wants to hide it from him for the rest of his life he will still do what he can to make their life better #pflag #parents doing their best #parenting win #good news #allyship

[moringmark]

#moringmark #my art #the owl house #toh #a little hint of blue #kinda accurate recap