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willowser · 9 months

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every single day i think about the influence touya would have had on shouto as an older brother.

he has to take him everywhere he goes, so they're always jamming to the same hardcore music in touya's shitty car. shouto, obviously, develops a taste for the same bands, same songs. shouto is also in the ride-along to buy cigarettes and beer at midnight, and touya threatens his whole entire life if he tells rei, but shouto would never because he likes going too much.

shouto 100% would attempt to kick the ass of anyone that talked shit to his brother. little string bean, doesn't matter, this little boy is throwing HANDS for touya, and touya very much has the attitude of "no one can fuck with my little brother but me". whenever shouto gets in trouble for doing something he shouldn't be doing, touya is always taking the fall for him, no questions asked. shouto lies for touya like it's second nature.

shouto wants an earring because of touya, and touya probably GIVES the piercing to him, which makes enji blow a gasket. touya learns to play the drums and then shouto wants to, too — though he ends up being better than touya and touya promptly quits after that. touya teaches him to drive. shouto gets drunk for the first time with touya BECAUSE touya wants to be there to take care of him. they hate each other, they get into fist fights all the time, rolling around the house as fuyumi screams at both of them. they're best friends. they understand each other more than anyone else ever could.

#they're partners in crime #they fight CONSTANTLY especially at home #shouto makes a face at touya and flips him off and it's SO TOUYA. like SUCH ATTITUDE #touya will sit next to rei at dinner all 'mom what the fuck is wrong with your shitty kid' and — he's scolded for cussing — but #rei is like. are you serious rn. he's exactly like you #which they both VEHEMENTLY DISAGREE WITH #touya pretends to throw up violently at the accusation and shouto twists his little face up like that's the worst thing he's ever heard #and then later they're both playing a video game together ajfbduskak #like they are such BROTHERS #natsuo is there too but i think he's so inbetween them both that he wants to be his own person #shouto is young enough to be influenced by EVERYTHING touya does #and touya is like 😒😒😒 you're so goddamn annoying 😒😒😒😒 are you coming with me to the store or what 😒😒😒😒#peeling my skin off i want this so much :)#screaming with my mouth closed :)#i dont even know what to tag this skgbsiakqk #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: dabi/touya

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an-eldritch-peredhel · 1 year

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You are the daughter of an angelic faerie and an elven king. You have grown up inside the only magical safe-haven of an increasingly apocalyptic land outside. You have wanted for nothing, essentially leading the perfect life, suffering and death playing little role beyond the abstract. Your father will never die, and your mother will never leave, but for tradition you are still crown princess and are educated as such. You love to dance and to sing.

You meet some kind of monster inside your mother's borders, a monster not of her or your making. It stumbled across you, dancing in the forest, bloody and travel-worn and weary and wide-eyed as it stares. You are stronger than it, but you run rather than lunge for the kill. You feel pity, more than fear. And something about him makes the part of you that you inherited from your mother sing.

He tries to follow you, for a year and a day. You are stronger, and faster, and stealthier, and you let him see you sometimes anyways. You are not convinced that he is not a monster, but nor are you convinced that he is.

Spring blooms again to the tune of your song, and you let him get closer than before until you run.

But you hear him speak for the first time. He is a speaker, and perhaps to him you are the monster. You do not run, and you do not kill.

He calls you "Tinuviel"

He calls you nightingale- a little songbird, plain and brown, with a lovely voice. They are your mother's creation, but he does not know this.

He calls you daughter of twilight- perhaps for your skin and eyes and hair, but perhaps because that is when he has seen you most.

He calls you singer- creator of the very fabric of the universe, skilled enough to deserve the title.

You are the most beautiful creature the world will ever see, the daughter of an angel and a king. He does not call you beautiful, or angelic, or princess. He calls you a singer, plain and brown, dark and distant as the approaching night.

He is bloody and travel-worn and weary and wide-eyed as you dare to step closer.

He called you nightingale.

You don't know what to call him, but you hope to find out.

#my writing #my headcanons #headcanon #silm fic #lay of leithian #beren and luthien #luthien #luthien tinuviel #beren #eldritch peredhil #second person pov #sorry but the vibes demanded it #big kudos to that one post that went #'luthien probably stopped for beren bc he called her nightingale acknowledging her skill instead of her beauty'#bc that was a big inspiration here #luthien gets a lot of my love but THE RELATIONSHIP IS TWO SIDED #BEREN MAKES HER FEEL LIKE HERSELF AND I WILL NOT STAND FOR SLANDER #also incredible vibes that luthien canonically worries beren is an orc at first afaik #like maybe problematic but. an eldritch demigoddess going 'you look like you're on my parents kill list of monsters. oh well' speaks to me #not pictured is beren trying to pull himself together w/ internal screaming bc 1) that *should not have worked*#he is as smooth as sandpaper. he is a vegan hobo bogman who talks to animals and is traumatized and hasn't showered in months #2) the Creature that is Looking At Him with its head tilted and eyes pinning and stalking closer with fangs and talons out #should be doing much more for his survival instincts and much less for his libido than it is #beren is certifiably Doing His Best and i love him #banged this out in 10 minutes in a daze of blorbo squeezing lets see if people like it lol

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littlepissbabee · 24 days

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John dory and guy diamond would be sooo interesting together because like their first interactions would probably be something like guy diamond yelling things like "YOU LET MY BABY DRIVE YOUR VEHICLE" at JD and hes just like "um her name is rhonda" and guy diamonds like "YOU LET MY B A B Y DRIVE YOUR R H O N D A" and its very wild and guy diamonds questioning why he ever liked brozone and then TINY DIAMOND pops uh like "daddeh stop yelling at uncle JD, i had my learners permit!!" And guy diamonds turns to look at his son so gosh darn quick and he yells out "W H O??!!??!!??!!" And its a whole mess

#why dont i write fanfiction #i have so many ideas and so little time #curse you job #AUUUGGGGGGHHHH #trolls #trolls band together #trolls world tour #?#ig #john dory #guy diamond #tiny diamond #itd be sooo fun to write this out #and omg imagine JD and floyd move in with branch and that causes the two to now be seen more around pop village #and guy diamonds quietly screaming inside because oh my god the guy who put my child in absolute danger now lives just a few steps away omfg #he'd be so dramatic abt it omg #ugh i love me #i also need to rewatch the movies

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trunklewunjle · 2 months

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I did some twists and turns to the Dreamtale I included in the server me an my friends rp in, and I’ve been kinda hyper fixated so I did a little thing

I don’t like perspective but im going to have to eventually learn, soul shattering I will never be the same once i dominate it

Yea the fucking tree told him to shoot night because everyone is so mean to him so I just yknow she might as well also be mean to a fucking seven year old who knew no better

Dreamtale (Dream and Nightmare) Belong to Jokublog

#undertale au #utmv #dream sans #nightmare sans #dreamtale #wow jaja im actually normal for once?? I don’t have anything to bark at but WROFO WROOF AUUUUUUUU howling in pain for them they are devasta #I love them sosososo much I have been putting Dreamtale animations on loop and songs that remind me of them I love them I want to hold them #and give them hugs and tea and give their little heads little kisses and and show them that they both deserve to be loved #I want to show Dream how to read and write and I want to comfort nightmare i want to tell him that he’s capable of being loved too and he #deserves the world #I cried I cry I always cry when I think of them I will always cry for them I will always mourn for them they have my entire being and soul #would kill for them please be nice to them they have done nothing but suffer and cry and be angry I need them to be happy please let them b #happy please I cannot explain how much I want to scream and bang my head on a wall when I think of them and their relationship I break and #cry urgrurghr why why why why why I have such a brain rot I just want to see them hangout and smile and call each other brothers and call #each other family I need them to gossip and pinky promise and cook together I need nightmare to teach dream to read and write and dream to #teach nightmare how to have fun and heal their inner child I need them to do brotherly things and cause destruction together

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dipplinduo · 12 days

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Phew!!! Sorry I took so long to finish this. Hope you like it!

#submission #ohhh my GOD LOOK AT THIS GODDESS #I CANT #NO BUT THIS IS LIKE BELLE AND SLEEPING BEAUTY PUT TOGETHER???#the child version of me would SCREAM to wear this #the current me WOULD wear this #oh my god the applin pendant too stop #loOK AT THIS BEAUTY #dont you dare make me write a fic around this #I WOULD #I REALLY WOULD #HELP <333 #the ribombee queen herself #juliana pokemon #ribombee lore #ALSO DONT YOU DARE EVER APOLOGIZE FOR GIVING US ART FOR FREE DO IT WHENEVER YOU WANT AND PUT YOURSELF FIRST <33

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starrystevie · 11 months

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where the spirit meets the bones

written by @starrystevie with art by @paintedpatroclus for the steddie big bang.

releasing in october 2023; full excerpt under read more

after finding out that his father passed away and that the munson family home in townsend, tennessee is now uncle wayne's, eddie munson makes his way back to the little house nestled on the out skirts of the appalachian mountains. he brings along someone to help with the heavy lifting, to help carry boxes and clean out the junk the house has accumulated over the years. in walks steve harrington with his hands and arms open and ready to do much more than just the heavy lifting. together, the two work through eddie's grief and anger, acceptance and closure. it's all wrapped up in a family house in the mountains of east tennessee. it's where eddie learns how to let go, how to let people in, and how to live as free as the winds blowing through the overgrown weeds. and if it means seeing steve trying to catch crawdads in the sunshine and seeing the stars twinkling in his eyes in the moonlight, then eddie's happy to be along for the ride.

The moment Eddie peeled his eyes open only to get blinded by the morning sun, he knew it was going to be a shitty day.

His head was pounding. The vodka (and tequila and beer and gin) from last night’s festivities made it feel like he had been hit by a truck and then possibly re-run over by said truck. His arms were as heavy as lead and his stomach was rolling, bile churning around looking for a new place to call home.

Eddie pushed himself out of bed as quickly as his spinning head would allow to bend over the trash can by his dresser, pushing the contents in it down so whatever he got out of his system wouldn’t overflow. After hours of emptying his stomach (it was in fact, only a few seconds), he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, and grimaced at the sour taste it left behind. It took more energy than he wanted to exert, but he brought himself to sit against his bed, eyes closed against the bright sunlight and took in deep, steadying breaths.

Hangovers had never been his friend. He always felt like such a baby whenever he had one because they drained him, debilitating and humiliating.

Water, he needed water. Even if he was going to throw it all back up after chugging it down, his body was too dehydrated to function. With a groan, Eddie pulled his feet under him and braced his arms on the side of his bed to push himself off the ground. He had to stand there for a few seconds to regain his balance before walking sluggishly to the door of his room.

The kitchen in their new trailer was close but not close enough that it didn’t wear him down just to make it the few steps. Eddie’s eyes were closed as he shuffled along the floor, his socks shifting uncomfortably and causing the toe line to get stuck under his toes. There were more serious problems at hand though, so he pushed that gross feeling to the side to focus on opening a cabinet with as little noise as possible.

Eddie wanted to dunk his head under the running tap as soon as he turned it on. His eyes felt like they were covered in gunk and he had definitely been too sweaty for too long last night as his hair was now all tangled at the base of his neck. He settled for filling up his cup instead of showering in the kitchen sink and took a large gulp, downing the cup and pulling away to gasp for breath. He filled the cup up once more with the intention to chug it down but a fresh wave of nausea had him groaning.

“Long night?”

Wayne’s voice broke through the silence and had Eddie jumping out of his skin. With a shout, he brought his hand up to cover his chest where he could feel his heart thumping quickly under his palm.

“What the fuck, Wayne?” Eddie breathed out, closing his eyes with a sigh. His uncle chuckled in response.

“Sorry, kid. Didn’t think I’d scare ya that bad.”

The trailer fell into a tense silence as Eddie tried to catch his breath and calm his beating heart. Wayne was sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter smoking a cigarette, the ashtray next to him full, scribbling something into a notepad in front of him. He huffed, crossed something out more times than was probably necessary and then continued writing.

Eddie took a smaller sip of his water once the fear from being jump scared had settled and he remembered just how thirsty he was. A glance at the clock told him it wasn’t even 9 in the morning. “Shouldn’t you still be at work?”

Wayne grunted in response, puffed at the cigarette that was at the side of his mouth, didn’t even bother looking up from the legal pad as he continued writing.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then,” Eddie muttered under his breath as he turned around to find the medicine cabinet over the sink. Tylenol was very much needed if he had any hope of fighting off the day long headache he was already sporting.

The sound of Wayne ripping off a sheet of paper and crumpling it in his hands was harsh against Eddie’s ears in the otherwise quiet room, causing him to wince and whine like a toddler.

“Okay, I’m going back to bed for at least 8 more hours so I’ll see-”

“Eddie, wait.”

Wayne’s voice stopped him in his tracks where he had already started his way back to his bed to be a zombie for the rest of the day. Eddie turned around and saw his uncle run a hand down his face before stubbing out his cigarette and pulling out another. He motioned with a hand to have them both come sit on the couch.

“I gotta talk to you, bud,” he continued as he stood up slowly from his stool to sit down on the couch.

This wasn’t normal. Sure, they talked whenever they were both magically home at the same time about easy things, the weather, work, what parts they needed to fix up Wayne’s junker truck. But the way Wayne looked made Eddie apprehensive. It made his stomach turn with nerves rather than with the lingering nausea of his hangover.

“It’s not you, it’s me?” Eddie joked, forcing a laugh onto the end of the sentence to try and make the tension in the room dissipate. He stayed where he was, pressed against the doorframe to his bedroom, thumbnail running over the hard plastic of the cup still in his hand.

Wayne rolled his eyes before leveling Eddie with an unamused stare. “Just come sit down.”

He wanted to do the exact opposite of that. His head was still throbbing and his stomach was too unsettled to do anything but gurgle at him, he wanted to brush his teeth to get the grime off them and crawl back into bed to get his limbs feeling normal again. The last thing Eddie wanted to do was have a talk with his uncle.

The last time they had ‘a talk’ was when he was 15 and he got condoms thrown in his lap with a gruff, “you better stay safe out there, ain't no extra room in here for any babies,” and Eddie didn’t have the heart to tell him he hadn’t even kissed anyone yet.

Still, he found himself shuffling back across the floor, his sock catching on a stray nailhead sticking up from the carpet tack strip for a brief moment. Eddie flopped onto the couch in a less than graceful way, pressing his back against the arm and bringing his legs up to sit criss-cross on the cushion.

“Now,” Wayne started with a sigh. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, his arm that was slung across the top of the couch picking at an errant thread. “I know you ain’t feeling too hot and I’m sorry about that, but I gotta tell you this before the day goes on much longer.”

Eddie’s mind went a million directions. Wayne lost his job, he’s kicking Eddie out, he’s got some weird lung disease from breathing in fumes at the plant, they have to-

“It’s about your dad.”

They hadn’t talked about Eddies’ parents in a long time, there hadn’t really been a need to. His mom had passed away when he was young, the copious drugs in her system causing her heart to stop. And his dad was in prison with 20 years for grand theft auto. It was why Eddie lived with Wayne in the first place; after his brother went to jail, CPS moved him to his closest relative which meant Eddie was going to Hawkins.

Eddie stilled, felt his head slowly tilt to the side like a dog hearing a whistle. “So I have a feeling I am not awake enough or like… sober enough for this conversation.”

“Yeah, probably not.” Wayne replied with a sharp gust of air through his nose, nodded his head slowly. “Do you wanna wait until you can get some more rest?”

“Fuck no,” Eddie said with a shake of his head, feeling his brain sloshing around in his skull and man, he really was too hungover for this. “You’ve got me all intrigued now.”

His uncle nodded again with understanding and he took in a deep breath. “It’s hard to tell ya, kid, but he… uhh. He got the pneumonia or something and it wasn’t clearing up and he-”

Wayne took in another deep breath. Eddie knew he wasn’t awake enough for this.

“They found him in his bunk this morning. Guess he just didn’t wake up.”

All Eddie could do was nod. He felt his eyebrows furrow in for the briefest of seconds before flattening back out. His limbs suddenly felt lighter than they ever had, like he was floating up off their scratchy couch, weightless. His head was still foggy from the liquor that he had shot the night before but everything was a bit clearer now.

“So umm,” he bit at the inside of his lip for a moment, eyes flickering back up to meet Wayne’s. He didn’t even realize he had been staring off into space. Didn’t know how long he had been tapped out of the conversation. “What do we…?”

What did he even want to ask? He didn’t know where to start.

Logically, there were things to figure out. He was sure they had to get his… body, right? Have a funeral or something. Fuck, how do you plan a funeral for someone you don’t really even know? He was an orphan now, and wasn’t that just a trip to think about. Orphaned at 22… was it even considered orphaned at that point? Or was that just being an adult with no parents left? It’s not like he expected some grand reunion with his dad when his time was served but he didn’t know the last he talked to him let alone saw him and-

“Eddie, breath.”

He brought his vision back into focus, looked at Wayne’s watery eyes and felt the wetness in his own. He didn’t realize he said that all out loud.

“I don’t know what to do.”

Wayne’s face pulled up in a show of compassion before mellowing into what Eddie thought was supposed to look comforting. He gave him a small smile, one corner of his mouth pulling up and crinkling the side of his face.

“Tell you the truth, I don’t really know either bud.” Wayne brought up a hand and pet at Eddie’s knee once, twice, letting the silence of the new trailer without its clangs and groans of the old one wash over them. “I’ll give you some time to think.”

Eddie wanted to be 5 years old again. He wanted to scrunch up his nose and curl his fists and stomp on the ground to get his anger out. He wanted to sit at the edge of his mom’s bed and feel the well-worn quilt she loved so much under his fingers. He wanted to go back in time and figure out why his life had to be such shit before he even had a chance to have a life.

It was easy to blame it all on Gary Munson and if he was gone, who could Eddie blame now?

#ITS TIMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE #I CAN FINALLY SCREAM ABOUT MY BIG BANG ENTRY #SURPRISE ITS APPALACHIAN EDDIE #AND LIKE HELLO?????????? BELLS ART IS PERFECT FOR IT #I AM A VERY LUCKY WRITER TO HAVE GOTTEN PAIRED UP TOGETHER #my writing #steddie big bang #steddie #steddie fic #moodboard #i just need everyone to see the vision okay #(also back for me to drowning at work just had to pop in and scream abotu this for a second)

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 7 months

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got so into my laughingstock feels that i burnt my fuckign toast

#shit was Black #literally was in my kitchen Wailing about them and forgot the bread slices i put in the toaster oven three seconds prior #s'ok i made a new set but oughhhhhh i am still sooooooo so unwell about them....#OUGHHHHHHH THEMMMMMMM #theyre just... snf.... theyre just two silly goofy guys in love....#silly goofy fruity fellas and they love each other <3 #SIDE NOTE GINGER SPREAD ON HONEY/BUTTER TOAST ABSOLUTELY FUCKS TRUST ME ON THIS #absolutely unprompted #but yea i was specifically thinking about that fic i have in my head #yall know the one by now. the one i desperately want to write and I SWEAR I WILL EVENTUALLY #but the fuckin... Misunderstanding... it makes me insaneeeee #its the most unhealthy part of their relationship AND THEY ARENT EVEN IN A RELATIONSHIP YET #damn theyre so healthy. theyre so. wails screams howls #but howdy being an oblivious idiot to his own emotions is so important to me #mans is whip smart & quick in every other area #but in this One Subject hes dumb as a rock & that hurts both of them <3 #but it also turns into something they can cry w/ laughter over later #someone asks how they got together. they exchange a look. and burst out howling #full on wheeze-laughing Cannot Form Words #y'see most couples would have some lingering 'i cant believe you did that' and/or guilt #but barn & howdy would just find it hysterical. full on 'remember when you-' 'yeah lmfao'#THEYRE SOOOOOO <3 #yknow if i ever find someone i want to have a partner-esque relationship. i want to have what laughingstock has #i do genuinely believe that howdy might have feelings for barn #but i like to live in the delusional world of my mind where they're Established <3 #grabbing them and slamming them together like a violent 5 yr old playing with dolls #kiss! kiss damn you!

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rainymoodlet · 11 months

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Kiss Me in Komorebi+ 🌸

[Episode Five] One Last Push!

Guess who got another First Kiss whim! 💋 Ezra has by far surprised me the most: Dan seems utterly enamored with him in the sweetest ways possible! Even though they seem on the surface like they’d be polar opposites, these two have an energy with each other that is just too irresistible not to watch!

[ Part 11/?? ] 🌹

@kawaiishitty

(ezra was sweaty bc he overheated outside bc i filmed these at 8am in-game ya NASTIES)

#ts4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 gameplay #ts4 challenge #ts4 bachelor challenge #;kmik #sim: daniel #ezra ruiz by kawaiishitty #||#i was BITING MY KNUCKLES and SCREAMING while i was posing these!!!#when i tell you they have surprised me SO MUCH #daniel just adores talking to ezra and even though #he DOES. NOT. LIKE. MISCHIEF like when i tell you this man gets TENSE whenever anyone is like #bro whats that spot hardy har #he just never ever gets mad at ezra this man laughs like his whole life depended on jt #it*** too #its just been such a delight to write daniel and ezra together ok 🥹#when his lil first kiss whim popped up i about shit my pants #they give me such an easy breezy vibe #and daniel is already incredibly physical and ezra has always come off to me #as someone who is just like #personal space can and should be respected but if you’re my friend #pet my hair like a lap cat bc i’m fallin asleep on u mofo #and i just adore him 🥹 so fcking much #this scene is so goddamn SWEET i could EAT CONCRETE AHHHH #GOING SUPER SAIYAN WITH HOW SWEET THIS IS

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redshoes-blues · 12 days

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Do you understand how impeccable the writing has to be for me to go feral over a canon m/f pairing??? Like it’s one thing for me to occasionally ship a m/f pairing that are never canon who I enjoy the potential unexplored dynamic for, but it’s so rare that I actually like canon m/f pairings, it’s basically the highest praise a writer can receive from me if I’m losing it over one

#I have a little theory that the reason why canon m/f ship dynamics in mainstream media are so lame is because they don’t have to try #to convince people of the couple being perfect together. they’ll just say Man? Woman? meant to be #like in the vast majority of canon mcu relationships where they’re just kinda…there???#so I’m usually ambivalent at best to canon m/f pairings because they’re just pretty bland and not as angsty as fanon ships (of any type)#so for me to be going crazy clawing at my skin and screaming over m/f couples that’s when you know the writing fucking slaps #this is about dark disciple and asajj ventress/quinlan vos. by the way #fandom stuff #ships #quintress #vostress #tenrose #ninerose #jancy

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nonbinary-eddie-munson · 1 year

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I was thinking about how the run away with me au Robin and Steve "should we get divorced?" conversation comes about:

Theyre about 23 and Robin comes home in tears after another break up. The reason: Robin had asked her girlfriend of 8 months, Lorraine to move in with her and steve. Lorraine assumes this means steve is moving out and when Robin clarifys that no Steve is staying, he's an important part of her life theyre married for chists sake. Well Lorraine doesnt take that well, says she isnt going to spend her life playing second fiddle to Steve.

This isnt the first time a relationship had ended for either of them because a partner hadnt been able to accept that Steve and Robin were a package deal. Things had been especially rough for them romantically in the first couple years of their marriage. It wasnt until a particularly awful screaming match between Robin, Steve and Steves first real boyfriend, that they were able to admit their relationship was incredibly codependent and unhealthy. Steves boyfriend had been upset when Steve had cancelled on him for the 3rd time in a row because of a Robin Emergency™️ and decided to confront Robin about it while Steve was in class. Things escalated quickly when Steve came home early from class to find them arguing and immediately took Robins side. The argument and Steves relationship ended with a slammed door, a lot of tears and a new rift in Robin and Steves relationship.

It took a lot of long conversations with Carina and Marjorie, Steve working through his toxic masculinity enough to go see a therapist - He and Robin made a deal that theyd both go talk to someone about, you know almost dieing "do you think me being fucked up by what happened at starcourt makes me weak steve?" "No of course not!" "Well then why would it make you weak?" - and a summer spent apart (Robin taking an internship in rome to study latin) for them to sit down and have a long conversation about boundaries and ground rules for how they would navigate their relationship as well as dating in the future.

Steve and Robin agreed to both take a break from dating while they worked through their respective traumas, and figured out how to navigate their relationship in a healthy way. Things werent easy, the both of them occasionally backsliding into unhealthy behaviors, more than a few nights where one of them spent the night with Carina and Marjorie in order to have space from eachother. But eventually they get their shit figured out and decide to brave the world of dating again. Steve and Robin both have their share of flings and short lived relationships but nothing so far seemed to stick. That is until Robin met Lorraine.

Lorraine was funny, sweet and a little bitchy. They had immediately clicked after being introduced by some mutual friends from school. Robin really thought things with Lorraine were going to work out. Steve and Lorraine had gotten on like a house on fire, she had slipped into Robin and Steves dynamic easily, trading jokes and light hearted jabs, cooking breakfast together on days Lorraine would stay at their apartment. Robin had fallen hard and fast, she thought she had finally found someone who accepted that her and Steve were a package deal. So 8 months in when Lorraines lease was ending Robin (with agreement from steve) asked Lorraine to move in. Things don't go to plan. Robins dreams of a future with lorraine are shattered. She goes home broken hearted.

After Robin has cried herself out, her and steve cuddled together on the couch Steve is the one to broach the topic. Robin immediately bursts back into tears before he calms her back down again saying he doesnt want a divorce but he also doesnt want to hold Robin back, doesnt want to be the reason she cant find happiness. Robin replys by saying if anyone is holding the other back its obviously her, steve gave up everything to protect her afterall. Steve calls bullshit -years of therapy and he can finally say that word without cringing- says he would do it all again in a heartbeat, that she doesn't owe him anything. They stay up all night talking about it, about what the both of them want from their futures. Neither can see a future without the other. they're platonic life partners, one day they'll find their someones who can accept that and if not well, they'll always have eachother.

Of course they do find their someones in the form of a charming if infuriating metal head and a brilliant, sweet, and badass reporter. Through trial and error the four of them figure out how to navigate life together. They all live happy ever after.

Robin and Steve celebrate 30 years of marriage with divorce papers. They'll always love eachother but now they dont need a marriage to keep eachother safe. They dont need a marriage to stay as platonic life partners. They have eachother and they have Eddie and Nancy. They have everything they need.

Lmk what you think! I'd love to have someone to scream with about this AU and bounce ideas off of :D

Tagging by request <3 @ramyayaya

#i think steve and eddie find eachother infuriating in a good way and also a sexy way and i love that for them #i wrote this instead of sleeping #i'll actually turn this into a fleshed out fic i swear. i just happened to see a post talking about how a lot of fics make steve and robin #imcredibly codependent and started thinking about how i would handle that in my fic and decided to write out my ideas #i dont want it to come off as magically theyre perfect and okay. i think things would be messy in the beginning. and still a bit messy #even after bc theyre only human you know. i think having elder queers to talk to would be so important to them for helping them figure #things out you know #i think eddie and nancy wouldnt enter the picture until Steve and robin are 27/28 #im also still trying to figure out relationship dynamics bc the fruity 4 are in a polycule and how i think that would be for them #no matter which way you look at it the relationship between the 4 of them is inherently queer and thats beautiful #i hesitate to have eddie and nancy marry eachother in turn bc yknow heteronormativity #i think people assume theyre together and that eddie and nancy never confirm or deny why people make that assumption #but idk if they ever get married idk ill have to think about it #if you read this far in my tags feel free to hop in my dms and scream with me about this au #id love to have someone to bounce ideas off of #run away with me au #platonic stobbin #robin buckley #steve harrington #steddie #ronance #long post

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thatineffablewitch · 3 months

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Constantly torn between “I want to see details of Crowley’s fall in s3” and “keep it vague so we can forever play with the possibilities”

#Good omens #good omens Crowley #i want to watch the angst that makes your heart twist in your chest #The angst that makes you wanna reach through the screen and just hold them #You KNOW David would fucking KILL #But at the same time…#Idk #There’s something nice about not knowing #About infinite fics and headcanons that could all be correct #And I know he’s fictional but it’s still Crowley’s private business? Feels like intrusive in canon?#Like same way I don’t need their Angel name because she’s literally just Crowley #Yes I want to see David writhing/crying on the shore of a sulfur pool and doing the iconic David Scream as divinity is ripped out of her.…#I want ANGST.#Let Tennant sob on set #And Sheen to scream/cry for Azi’s friend before pulling himself together or risk the same fate #But also don’t make any of it canon so fic writers can do our thing and anything we write is technically possible #You feel me?#good omens angst #sad David Tennant #Crowley #anthony j crowley #Keep it a comedy but also drag my heart around #My post

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vesuvian-meme · 6 months

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I am so normal about the vampire elf. I am so normal about the vampire elf. I am so normal about the vampire elf. I am so normal about the vampire elf. I am so normal about the vampire elf. I am so normal about the vampire elf. I am so normal about the vampire elf. I am so normal about the vampire elf. I am so normal about the v

#astarion #fuck not again #bg3 #literally how was i supposed to find out about this man and not fall in love??#to me he gives off opposite asra vibes #thats....probably part of it....#also if they existed together theyd either despise each other on sight or be gosip buddies. tell me im wrong.#astarion brainrot #astarion bg3 #the audacity of larian studios targeting me directly by making him smh #yall have no idea how hard im fighting the temptation to start posting on ao3 again just to write about him #i have a problem. and it has white hair and fangs #i did not!! need!! a new!! hyperfixation!!!!#gdi i have to write abt him now or my mind will never know peace #......i am not normal about the vampire elf...#*comes onto my semi abandoned blog to scream about astarion and then leaves*

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bucksboobs · 9 months

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I’m the anon from the post before and I understand what you mean! I guess I just took differently when I watched the show. I don’t think Charlie or Nick was upset about Ben being closeted I think they (especially Charlie) we’re just upset how Ben treated Charlie the entire. Also I’m not saying this to be rude or start anything this is just how I saw it:) I think Charlie was angry (as he should) about how Ben treated him through out the relationship they had and not about him being closeted. Because I do believe if Ben just communicated better and treated him better and didn’t treat Charlie the way he did it could’ve worked out. I’m just saying that I didn’t see them bashing Ben for being closeted only bashing him for treating Charlie the way he did without acknowledging how it felt for him.

Yeah I don't think Charlie or Nick is mad about Ben being closeted but weirdly I think the narrative is and that's what irks me. All his issues and bad behaviors are because he's closeted (you said yourself that it's because he's closeted that he treats Charlie the way he does) but the story doesn't seem interested in exploring that so much as punishing him for it by having both Imogen and Charlie yell at him and then throwing him out of the series before he can improve at all.

And when this show is so renowned for it's love and celebration of queer experiences and identity it will always feel out of place that Ben was left out in the dust seemingly because he and his experiences were too complex.

#ben hope #heartstopper #sorry if you really like the show but I am absolutely not the only one that found the handling of Ben uncomfortable #especially when the character is so so young literally the same age as Nick #to deny him the chance to grow feels wrong to me and a lot of other gay men who didn't have our shit together by 16 #like this kid hasn't even taken his GSCE's which I assume are similar to the SATs or the Baccalauréat!#he needs to be given the opportunity to grow and he essentially gets the door shut in his face when he's trying to apologize #and to add to it Charlie gets that 'ambush me into accepting your apology' line that once again frames his own growth as a manipulation #which is FUCKED UP!#and from a writing perspective portrays the hand of the author pointing and screaming Hate This Boy Hate Him Hate Him #and the hand of the author should not be that obvious #it makes it feel disingenuous and as if Ben is just a stand in for someone who treated the author poorly #again this is all from a narrative perspective not a character perspective I want to make that clear because I see gay mutuals being lit up #by people who think Charlie should have been forced to forgive Ben or something #but thats not at all the argument any of us are making here

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dyke-a-saur-writes · 8 months

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Junker Queen x AFAB Reader: Period Imagines

(Y’all my period is killing me rn, so here’s some JQ headcanons because I desperately want an older 7ft giantess to coddle me rn and tell me I’m gonna be okay)

You feel the usual symptoms as you’re closing your bar in Junkertown for the night. You pop an advil, grab a pad (tampon, or cup) and call it a night after a warm shower.

You wake up in the middle of the night and sure enough it’s gotten worse. You grab your heating and vibration pouch but it’s no use and takes forever to actually kick in. You’re debating calling her but decide against it, she’s probably busy with queen stuff.

After holding out for a good hour (you gotta give yourself credit for that one) you finally snatch up your phone and shoot her a text. It takes about fifteen minutes for Dez to show up at your door, bearing chocolate (a rarity out here), the strongest painkillers she’s got, and a back massager.

First thing, she immediately scoops you up in her arms, rubbing your lower back as your cramps decide to worsen.

“Well ain’t you a sight for sore eyes, luv?”

She then gently sets you down, and hands you a chocolate bar before changing into comfy sleepwear and scooching behind you.

The bed creaks from Odessa’s weight, but it’s the last thing on your mind as she wraps you in her beautifully buff grip, readjusts the heating pad, then hands you a glass of water and one pill

It works wonders, and is way more effective than the three Advil you’ve knocked back already. While you wait for the effects to completely settle in, she turns on the latest news from the women’s rugby matches.

You both sit like that for a while, her occasionally commenting on the games while gently stroking your head or readjusting whenever you find a position that hurts less. After the match ends, Dez lays you out in the bed (you bite the inside of your cheek to keep the dirty thoughts at bay) and rucks up your nightshirt a little before massaging your hips and lower back. Her hands work wonders and you let out a highly suspect sigh that she chuckles at before introducing the massager.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later, (Y/N).”

Before long, you’ve dozed off completely and can’t even keep your eyes open. You fall asleep as she turns off the massager, maneuvers you into a fetal position and spoons you, her warmth a comfort in your slumber.

She repeats for a few nights until the cramps have mainly subsided and all that remains is blood flow. On the last night, the pain’s almost completely gone and you two celebrate with some booze, chocolate, and a makeout sesh that leaves you wishing “miss flo” would just leave already.

She stays the night again, and as you close your eyes, snuggling into her warmth, you can’t help but wonder just how you ended up so lucky.

Fin

#yes I wrote this as wish fulfillment #im a sucker for buff older lesbians okay?#need her to wrap me in her arms and feed me my cravings as we watch Heartstopper together #actually sobbing screaming throwing up #bandaid-writes #junker queen #writeblr #queen of junkertown #afab reader #junker queen headcanons #odessa stone #odessa dez stone #overwatch 2 #overwatch #blizzard #shark week

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