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inkskinned · 10 months

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it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.

yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.

it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.

how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.

chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?

how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.

"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.

i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.

#writeblr #warm up #i can't write rn but i have SO much words in here bc im reading the chorus of dragons books #(just started book 4)#and this woman's writing is just LIVING in my brain. let me out!!!#(i read roughly like 2-4 books a week usually bc i go on long walks with my dog but when a book is REALLY good like. it eats my life. )#anyway ...... so like here's a story that idk i've tried to explain to other people as being wild #but maybe im the only one who thinks it is wild???#so i play pokemon go (i just started in jan) bc i love pokemon and as i have mentioned i walk goblin for like an hour in the morning #and i don't like a lot of fitness trackers due to the fact it makes me .sad. but i also wanted the little digital rewards. enter pokemon go #anyway so they make you make friends to complete quests. so i used a reddit thread. i do not usually use reddit. i don't have an acct #i lurked. i just googled like ''pokemon go reddit '' and randomly added a bunch of numbers #i was on that page for all of 15 minutes. there are THOUSANDS of responses on that page.#here's what's wild: in that group of people. even though i am not on reddit and it was one random event once #it turns out one of those people lives in the town i live in. or at least very close. i only know this because #when we send each other gifts. it's from the same freaking area.#i can't ask them to meet up bc pokemon go doesn't have a messaging app lol but like . what are the fucking chances that #a random person posts in a random reddit thread and HAPPENS to get added by someone ELSE from their SAME TOWN #who by pure fucking CHANCE is ALSO playing pokemon go and looking for friends #i googled it there's only 42000 people in my broad region. the .......... smallness ! of the world!!!

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apparently-artless · 4 months

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●◉✦ HUNTER X HUNTER (2011) S03 ✧ CHROLLO LUCILFER ✦◉●

dedicated to Adrienne (@feitanporter)

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hxhedit #chrollo lucilfer #anime #anime gif #animeedit #fyanimegifs #shounenedit #artsgifs #tw blood #HAPPY NEW YEAR ADRIENNE!! hope you like this!!#i sort of have my bias in this because...#remember when i said i like him better with his hair down? XD #and i had a hard time collecting the clips because i was tempted to watch the entire arc lol #like once i found a scene i would just continue watching and i had to remind myself all the time that i am not here to rewatch XD #anyways i hope you have a blessed year!!#i am greatful to have a friend like you here on tumblr!!!! :)))#a new year's gift of some sort :))

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matchingbatbites · 1 year

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baby you can bite me (18+)

This is one part self indulgence, one part gift for the delightful @strangersatellites Thanks for both putting up with me and enabling me <3 Ao3 Link | 2.3k

Listen, Eddie knows he's weird. He knows it, he accepts it, fuck, it's a huge part of his image. He's weird and he's not afraid to make it everyone else's problem.

It's just- He just feels like there's a difference between being weird, and being fixated on Steve Harrington's teeth. And not in a passing 'oh he has nice teeth', oh no, that would be far too normal for someone like Eddie. No, it's been three years since Eddie noticed Steve's teeth, and he's thought about those perfect, pearly whites far too many times to be considered anything even close to normal.

And like, of course Steve has perfect teeth. Eddie isn't sure if Steve just has good genes or if there was a year of braces that he arrived in Hawkins too late to witness - though Eddie’s money is on the good genes because Steve is fucking gorgeous, but either way.

The bottom line is that Steve has a mouthful of perfect, polished teeth that Eddie wants to lick the backs of. He wants to look at them up close and in person, needs to get his fingers in Steve's mouth and map out each and every one until he has them memorized.

So when Steve finally asks him out a few months after the whole Vecna ordeal, finally kisses him at the end of their first real date, Eddie does his absolute goddamn best to be normal about it. Steve has said over and over how he likes that Eddie is odd, how he likes his little quirks that other people usually tend to find annoying. It makes Eddie feel safe, makes him feel comfortable to just be himself around Steve, and it slowly chips away at his need to come off as normal.

That kind acceptance is probably the reason why Eddie only makes it a month before he caves into his fixation. One month of deep kisses where he bullies his tongue into Steve’s pretty mouth, where finally gets to lick and taste while still being as casual about it as he can possibly be.

He makes it a month before, on a night where they’re just hanging out at Steve’s place, he asks a soft “Hey. Can I do… something weird?”

They’re spread out across the couch and Steve tips his head up, looking at where Eddie is currently laid on top of him, nestled comfortably in the vee of Steve’s legs.

“How weird? Like, normal Eddie weird?”

“Uh, I guess?”

“Then sure.”

And Steve gives him that soft little smile that’s just for them, the one that oozes endearment whenever Eddie does something odd or silly, and he knows that Steve won’t judge him. The reassurance doesn’t stop Eddie from being hesitant as he reaches up, as he settles his hands on Steve’s jaw. He pushes Steve's upper lip up with one thumb before finally, finally sliding the other over those pretty, shiny teeth.

He rubs over the front of them first before tracing along the edge, feeling how perfectly they line up. Presses the pad of his thumb into Steve's little canine, nowhere near as sharp as Eddie's is, but so fucking cute regardless. He switches from his thumb to his forefinger and traces along the bottom row, pushing Steve’s mouth open wider as he slides his finger along the edge, all the way to the far molar on one side before following the line back to the other side.

Eddie pauses when he feels something, though it’s not against his finger, oh no. Steve’s dick is rapidly growing against Eddie’s stomach, impossible to miss with how close they’re pressed together, and he can't resist smirking down at the gorgeous boy beneath him.

“Well now, it seems like I’m not the only one enjoying this," he mutters, pulling his finger out and tracing Steve’s lips with the spit-slick pad. His boyfriend’s face is a pretty pink that’s only getting darker with each second, and Eddie's smirk grows into a grin when he mutters a soft "I like your hands."

"Yeah? You like it when I stuff my fingers in your mouth, angel?"

Before Steve can respond, Eddie pushes back into his mouth with two fingers, slides them along his teeth again before dragging them back over his tongue, pressing down on the muscle and soaking up the little whimper he releases. Steve’s hips press up, grinding his dick against Eddie’s stomach, and the metalhead coos softly, borderline condescending. “Yeah, you do like that. So greedy for it, huh baby?”

He’s still surprised at how easy it is for them to slip into this dynamic, Eddie demanding and dominating, and Steve so subservient, so willing to let Eddie push him around a bit. They’ve only been together for a month, but the roles feel so natural, and Eddie's little metal heart had turned to goo when Steve explained it to him.

"I like that I can let go of everything that doesn't matter and just focus on you, and know that you'll take care of me too."

Steve whines high and needy, cutting through Eddie's thoughts, and the older pulls his fingers out before crashing their lips together, needing to taste and bite and lick into that perfect mouth. Eddie loves how Steve opens for him so willingly, adores the little noises he makes as Eddie shifts up so he can grind their hips together properly.

He keeps it slow and controlled, a clear juxtaposition against their frantic, biting kiss, but it seems to be doing the trick as he feels Steve's hands scrabbling at his back, grabbing for purchase. Eddie grinds down almost torturously slow, causing the kiss to break as Steve's head drops back with a low moan, and Eddie can’t resist diving down and licking a sloppy stripe up the line of his throat.

“Eddie, I want-”

“Mhm? Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

“I want- fuck, I wanna suck you off, please.”

“Yeah? Want me to put something else in that pretty mouth of yours?”

Steve nods with a groan and Eddie sits up, says "Get on your knees for me then," and watches as Steve gladly complies, moving to kneel on the floor in front of him. He leans back against the couch as Steve immediately goes for his belt, gets it off and opens his pants as quickly as he can and fuck, Eddie loves how eager he is to please.

He shudders as Steve pulls his dick free from his jeans and strokes it a few times, smearing the precome that's already weeping from the head of it. The younger leans in to press his tongue to it, gives it a sucking kiss as he looks up at Eddie through his lashes.

Eddie holds his gaze as Steve sinks down onto the shaft, and though he's only done this a handful of times, he continues to impress Eddie with how easily he takes to it, how happy he is to have his mouth stuffed full of Eddie’s dick. Steve picked it up quicker than he expected, such an eager student one Eddie introduced him to a constant flow of praise, and now his boyfriend is a fucking natural at it.

He sucks on Eddie's dick like he's getting paid to do it, licks over the head on the upstroke and takes him all the way to the back of his throat, occasionally choking himself on it because he likes it, because he knows Eddie likes it. Eddie's mouth runs the entire time, a constant stream of "That's it, baby. Such a good boy, take it so fucking well," falling from his lips until he can feel his orgasm creeping up on him.

Eddie can't help himself as he pulls Steve off by his hair, as he shoves the thumb of his free hand into that gorgeous mouth and smears his precome all over his teeth and tongue. He watches Steve's eyes flutter shut as he takes a moment to catch his breath.

Fuck, his boy is so beautiful.

"Here's what's gonna happen now, Stevie."

The younger hums around his finger, his big eyes blinking open to look at Eddie because he's learned to do that, he knows to look at Eddie when he speaks and Jesus, it's such a thrill for Eddie to realize that.

"I'm going to fuck your gorgeous face now, okay? I'm gonna fuck your pretty mouth and I'm going to come in it, but I don't want you to swallow until I tell you. Got that, sweetheart?"

Steve hums in confirmation and Eddie shoves his thumb as deep as it can go before pulling it out again. He pushes that hand into Steve's hair and his grip is gentle as he feeds his dick back into that lovely mouth. Steve’s jaw goes slack and his tongue flattens against the underside as Eddie pulls him down, down, until Steve’s nose is pressing into his pubes.

Eddie holds him there for a moment, just to feel him swallow around the head, just to watch him be good and wait for what he wants. He waits until Steve lets out a low whine, and only then does he pull Steve back a bit, creating a little bit of distance so he can snap his hips up and properly fuck into Steve’s mouth.

Sometimes he wonders what he did, where did he go so right to end up here, to have Steve fucking Harrington on his knees, gagging on Eddie's dick like he was fucking made for it. To have Steve's pretty hands clutching at his thighs to ground himself even as Eddie watches him start to float away, his eyes hazy as he lets Eddie just use him.

Steve is drooling, unable to swallow with his mouth full and Eddie knows his pants are going to be done for by the time they’re finished, but he can’t find it in him to care, not when his boyfriend is making those little punched out sounds like he’s actually getting fucked - and Jesus.

Just the thought shoves Eddie right to the edge and he says as much, says "Gonna fill up your pretty mouth, baby. Don't swallow yet, want you to hold it for me. You can do that, yeah good boy?" Steve hums in response, the sound muffled by the skin filling his mouth, and Eddie tries his best to be careful as his thrusts get sloppier, more uncoordinated as he chases his orgasm.

There’s the gentlest scrape of those beautiful teeth over his dick and Eddie is gone. He tightens a hand in Steve’s hair, pulling him back until the head is sitting just inside those perfect lips, and he uses his free hand to jerk himself until he's coming over Steve's pretty pink tongue, filling up his mouth just like he promised. Eddie pets through Steve’s hair as he takes a moment to catch his breath, and when he pulls his dick free from those plush lips, Steve seals his mouth shut, keeping Eddie’s seed safely inside.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy for me, sweetheart. Come up here and let me take care of you.”

He pulls Steve up onto his lap and quickly gets his pants and underwear out of the way so he can get his hands on his boyfriend. Steve’s dick is red and shiny and slick, already dripping precome without Eddie having to even touch him. He wraps his hand around it and doesn't waste any time, stripping him at a quick pace, and hears the younger whine as best he can with his mouth still full.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart. Show me the mess I made.”

Steve’s jaw drops and Eddie feels pure heat shoot through him as some of his come dribbles out over his chin. He practically growls as he swipes it up with two fingers before shoving them into Steve’s mouth, covering them in the filthy mix of spit and spend as he fucks Steve’s mouth with them. After a moment he adds another, stretching his lips a little wider, and Steve moans loud when Eddie’s rings knock up against his teeth.

His hips stutter as Eddie shoves his fingers deep, and he knows Steve is close, can hear it in the high whine he releases, can feel it in the trembling of his thighs. He presses deeper as he finger-fucks Steve’s face, matching the pace of his hand as he jerks off his boyfriend.

“That’s it, baby, come on. Wanna see you come with my fingers down your throat.”

That’s all the permission Steve needs. His teeth sink into Eddie's fingers as he drops over the edge, and Eddie hopes, prays, that it leaves a mark, that he'll get to carry around an impression of those pretty, pretty teeth for days. Eddie strokes him through it, milking Steve until he’s whimpering from overstimulation, only stopping when he feels two taps on his shoulder - too much, slow down.

Eddie swaps his hands, pulls the fingers from Steve's mouth before replacing them with the fingers on his other hand, adding Steve's own come to the filthy mix in his mouth.

“Swallow for me now, angel.”

And Steve does, he swallows as best he can around Eddie's fingers before he sucks on them, doing his best to clean them in his post-orgasm high. His tongue runs over them and between them, replacing seed with saliva, and the pleased noises he makes are almost enough to get Eddie going again.

He pulls his fingers out, grinning at Steve’s whine of protest, and wipes his hands on his shirt before pulling Steve’s pants and underwear back up, not bothering to clean him off just yet.

“Let’s go take a shower, sunshine. Get you all cleaned up, then we can take a nap, okay?”

Steve hums in agreement and Eddie smiles, knowing he’s going to be floating for a little while longer. He can’t resist leaning in to press one more - okay, three more kisses to Steve’s pretty mouth, before nudging him to stand up.

It’s not until later, once they’re clean and tucked into Steve’s bed, that his boyfriend pipes up again.

“So my teeth, huh?”

Eddie just groans and shoves his face into Steve’s shoulder, and the younger laughs.

#aka what happens when you combine my Totally Normal Feelings about keery's teeth and gin's thing about hands #here i go again giving my friends the gift of filth #this was supposed to be ~600-800 words #idk what happened #steddie fic #steddie smut #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #joey writes

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faeriekit · 9 months

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Health and Hybrids (IV)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and whatever prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWO is here PART THREE is here and this is part four 💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Our boy is recovering from Bad Stuff in the Watchtower (involuntarily). Danny gets a bandaid for a variety of wounds that definitely are not covered by a little adhesive bandaid, but hey! Bart’s trying.

Trigger warnings for this story: body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) | my awful attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

Batman clicks on the projector screen. Everyone in the room has access to the slides and note-taking abilities on their tablets. The assembled heroes quietly select their app of choice, sit back in their chairs, and ready themselves for the meeting.

“Good afternoon. For everyone in alternate time zones, good morning or good evening as they apply. Before I begin the approved agenda for this meeting, there are developments on the base that everyone ought to be aware of.”

Click. The slide changes to a fuzzy image of an unusually dense collection of shadows in a typical medical-wing setup. The specific location isn’t clear, but the phenomenon itself is stark against the white walls and flooring. The static on the cameras is atypical for the quality of equipment used on the base.

“There is an extraterrestrial lifeform that has made Medical Wing C their territory. Yes, we know they are there. No, they cannot be moved at this time. Please do not try to take initiative in doing so. Please do not enter the aforementioned medical wing. If you see this entity outside of the medical wing, please leave, ignore them, or otherwise make your presence known. They are generally in search of isolation and seek to remain unseen. All known attempts at self-defense by this entity have been largely non-hostile so far, but we do not know how or if that behavior will change as they heal.”

Batman…takes a breath. Not sighs. The vigilante has more control than that.

“They are severely injured. The exact nature of their injuries are still unknown, based on their—unique physiology—“

Barry squints at the screen. Nope. The cloud still looks like a cloud.

“—But the identified fluids they secrete have been recognized as at least partially composed of red blood platelets and a modified plasma. Based on their aggressive self-defense, the persistent seclusion behavior, and their general lack of responsiveness, the injuries are considered deeply severe and require rest to treat. It is imperative that non-medical staff and on-base heroes maintain as little contact with the entity as possible. We are attempting both delicate medical treatment and non-verbal communication, which have both failed thus far. We have reason to believe that the extraterrestrial is sentient and capable of communication based on—“

Click. The next slide is an image of a nearly-obliterated craft of some kind—tinted glass, wings, debris everywhere, twisted shards of metal that look like they scrape like teeth. Charred black everywhere. Barely visible is a torn–through upholstered seat ten yards away.

A hiss breaks the silence in the back of the room. That’s nasty-looking wreck.

“—This craft. It is relatively rudimentary in its design, and would not have held up to prolonged space travel, but would have required complex intelligence to start and maintain transport. Basic testing has proven that its energy readings, while not precisely contiguous with the Speed Force, show that it has been in contact with extradimensional phenomena. A non-sentient life would not have been able to pilot it successfully enough to crash it—much less to avoid the farmhouse in its path. The result is that we have an extremely wounded entity with no shared form of communication. There have been worrying observations by their medical team, however.”

Click.

This slide is blank.

“We are now pursuing the possibility that the entity has been attacked or otherwise held captive by human organizations here on Earth. There are persistent triggers of aggression brought on by medical settings, adults, and more specifically, any present medical personnel and equipment.”

Batman pauses.

“Their medical team has informed me that their persistent fear has made treatment…difficult.”

There’s a snort from somewhere in the room.

“If you discover any evidence of possible extraterrestrial captivity or torture or experimentation among your usual cast of rogues, please forward everything you are able to base for further investigation. In this time period where the Lanterns are unavailable to return to Earth, Martian Manhunter has been notified of the need of his presence on the base, and will hopefully help settle this matter. In the meantime, as a reminder: do not enter Medical Wing C, do not engage with the entity in any way. Simply make your presence known, and they will flee.

“Now. Onto our agenda. First article: whoever has been taking the toilet paper from the supply closet, stop it. The league is not here to fund your lifestyle habit of two-ply toilet paper.”

There’s more food available more often.

It just appears at the foot of his bed. Like magic. Or, like…like a really, really fast human child.

Some of the packaged foods Danny can’t eat without swallowing them whole, wrapper and all. They’re just too fiddly to get with his claws—the solution is to just swallow it and let the whole thing dissolve in whatever weird ecto-acid is churning in his stomach at the moment.

The rest is fresh from the bakery—or, well the base, anyway, however this moon base gets their fresh foods. Muffins and croissants and sausage rolls and other things he would expect to see on a coffee tray or something.

…Danny prods his stomach.

He’s been too sore to notice, but this half-state of being a somewhat-physical half-ghost is super, super weird. He can eat, but it’s not processed like food is in his living body. Everything he can digest just gets incorporated. Everything he can’t just gets…

He looks down at the slowly growing puddle in his bed.

…Maybe ‘spit out’ is too generous a phrase. Expelled? Excreted?

Ew. Okay that thought is kind of gross and he doesn’t want to think about that while he can’t move away maybe.

He knows, instinctually, that he’s wounded, but this half-and-half state stops him from feeling the specifics. Knowing how, exactly, he’s hurt. Experiencing the majority of the pain and distress.

He curls up on his bed.

Danny hates it here. Not because it’s bad (it is) but because he wants to be home. He selfishly, desperately wants to be home. He wants his rocket sheets. He wants his room with its glow in the dark stars.

…He wants his dad to heat up soup and sit with him, like when he was little and had nightmares. He wants Jazz to sit on the edge of his bed and read to him.

Danny wants Mom.

…There is some other company here, though.

Sometimes, if Danny is mostly sated and kind of sleepy, the quick human buzzes in with a few of its age-mates. The two don’t get as close as the buzzing human can, because Danny can at least read the Excited!! or Nervous!! or Booored! energy on the human, which makes him more comfortable with letting it in close. Its friends seem to respect his space, though. They don’t go past his curtain, even if it’s open. They talk, but they don’t yell.

Danny thinks he’s getting the soft little bones back in one of his ears, but he can’t fully tell. He can hear that they’re chattering and he can hear which sounds they’re making, but he can’t understand any of them.

Auuuuughhhhh. He pushes the pillow more underneath himself. Does he have brain damage?? Is he…is he missing pieces of his brain??

There won’t be a concrete way to tell until he solidifies again. Gross. He doesn’t want to do that yet.

Or soon.

…Or at all, maybe.

Mom was so mad at him. Maybe he’ll be safe and he can come home if she…if he can’t be touched…?

…No. He remembers. Mom makes things for ghosts.

??Concern?Con??cern?

Danny looks up. Oh. He made the human vibrate all nervously. Danny’s fine. Well—he’s not fine but he’s not hurting more than usual or hungry.

The human is careful not to touch him when he doesn’t want to be touched, but Danny’s feeling generous. When the human puts its hands on the bed, Danny willingly brushes his knuckles up against it.

No claws. A peace offering.

The human goes suuuuper still.

…Uh. Did he break it?

And then it zoooooooms away faster than Danny can comprehend (he jolts) and sprints back with a whole lot of stuff in its hands, and a few things thumpthumpthump ono his bed. And.

Well. None of it smells like food? When he bites it, it doesn’t taste like food either. In fact the texture is…

Danny frowns. Turns over the object so he can see it better. (It doesn’t help.) Is that plastic?

Wait. Danny twists it in half. His wrists ache but the pieces rotate.

…It’s a rubric’s cube.

…Huh.

There are other puzzles too—things that taste like plastic and one that tastes like wood, which he might have dented with his teeth by accident. Whoops. Danny puts that one farthest away, in the hopes that he doesn’t accidentally damage it a second time.

…Huh. That’s. That’s nice.

Danny surprises himself and the surprised!surprised! human with a purr.

It’s not a lot. Not even monetarily is this little offering a lot.

But it’s more than Danny’s had in a long time.