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bimbloop · 4 months

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For dramatic plot reasons, one could say Scar lived because this is not the first time he won.

The first time around he won with a strong alliance but was forced into a 1v1 by those who passed. Sadly he did not emerge victorious from that fight. This time, the secret keeper made sure he was alone and stayed "focused". The gods of this wicked game deliberately kept him isolated and gave him tasks that continued to split him from the rest of the group so he would manipulate his way to the top.

And he did

and he won

and so he lived

#secret life spoilers #sl spoilers #spoilers #goodtimeswithscar #oh em gee don't you just love to make theories about a silly goofy game between friends #I feel like I can make this even more angsty... oh well maybe one day soon hehehehe

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wellhalesbells · 2 months

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writing patterns

Tagged by @rosieposiepuddingnpie! Thank you, beetlebug!

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

How to Get Married without a Single Date | Meg 2 | Jiuming/Jonas | 5.2k

The quake of a rough pocket of air is probably all that could’ve gotten Jonas to open his eyes after the day he’s had.

2. Odyssey of Memory | Teen Wolf | Stiles/Derek | 1.8k

The quip comes back to him as Derek steps out onto the porch, held together by wood glue and a collapsing, sliding sort of faith.

3. A Fine Foray into Fashionable Fellatio | Harry Potter | Ron/Draco | 31.6k

Shouts burst from an open door across the street.

4. He Speaks in Petals | Teen Wolf | Stiles/Derek | 4.7k

Light falls in soft swathes through the grimy, open windows of Derek’s loft, the scent of cold air mingling with stale coffee.

5. Reciprocal Determinism | Teen Wolf | Stiles/Derek | 4.2k

“We’re going to have to decide what to do,” Scott says, throaty, uncomfortable with what he’s potentially co-signing.

6. Sinking and Surfacing | Teen Wolf | Stiles/Derek | 9.5k

Derek scrapes a knuckle against the bristle on his jaw and waits out the light.

7. Anchor's Away | Teen Wolf | Stiles/Derek | 2.5k

The blood sticks.

8. Hibernation Station | Teen Wolf | Stiles/Derek | 72.9k

Stiles meets his future husband on a rather unspectacular Wednesday.

9. Sevens and Eights | Teen Wolf | Stiles/Derek | 10k

Stiles has a bandage slung under his chin like a disembodied helmet strap when Derek first meets him.

10. Stopgap | Teen Wolf | Stiles/Derek | 6k

The heavy rain from earlier in the afternoon has transformed the unspoiled banks of snow into an unappealing slush of gray and gravel, and left the sky unhelpfully darker than the hour would suggest.

tagging: @andavs, @kikiroo, @wolfspurr, @piratefalls and anyone else who wants to!

#sterek #joming #dron #teen wolf #meg 2: the trench #harry potter #meg 2 #my writing #meme #meme answers #i feel like in most of these the vibe is pretty apparent right off - goofy/angsty/serious/lazy - not always but a majority of the time

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builtlikeastickofcelery · 1 year

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Just so you guys know this means I’m gonna shatter your hearts later just like fyi

#that plus all the silly goofy drawings #have pushed me to the point #Where I feel motivated to do angsty cringey shit again #hope you’re happy #rottmnt #dusky Speaks

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sunset-peril · 9 months

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My weekly Thena Thursday post is running late. I'm working on something surrounding Thenas in different timelines/AUs, and I can't decide what medium to do it in.

It'll get done when it gets done.

#itll probably be really angsty though #not goofy like what i like to do for participation bits #im trying to do a thena thursday every week to help me feel more attached to time

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dazais-crab-addiction · 10 months

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But I'm Drowning

Dazai was silent for several long moments. Then, quietly, he spoke. “I’m at the bottom of the lake.” A cold chill went down Chuuya’s spine. He hadn’t heard Dazai sound so empty and dead since his Port Mafia days. “That isn’t funny, Mackerel.” Chuuya replied much more loudly. Before either of them could say anything further, Chuuya’s office door opened. Ane-san peered in with a curious look on her face. “Who are you talking to lad?” Suddenly he felt cold, like ice had been poured over his head. He turned to look at the couch behind him. It was empty. OR: how can someone change the future when they only know the ending and not how they got there?

Read on ao3 :D

#soukoku #soukoku fic #bsd fic #bungo stray dogs fic #bungou stray dogs fanfic #crab writes fics #this is multi chapter with only the first chapter out!!#and as ive said previously it will be quite slow to update #its not as angsty as it sounds at all i swear #mostly silly goofy with some incapability to communicate feelings #crab says words

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sorrycanijust · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Israel Hands Characters: Israel Hands, Spanish Jackie (Our Flag Means Death), Blackbeard | Edward Teach Additional Tags: Give this emotionally repressed man a box of crayons and let him let loose Summary:

After Izzy loses his duel with Stede, he finds himself back at Spanish Jackie's with a lot on his mind. Jackie gives him an outlet to express what he's been bottling up.

#baby's 1st ao3 post pls be nice #ofmd #izzy hands #blackbeard #edward teach #spanish jackie #a goofy fic that turned into an angsty feels fic #my writing #blackhands

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shepscapades · 7 months

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At long last… the story of how Mumbo Deviates! I realize this is the most anticlimactic response i could've given to the crazy number of asks I’ve gotten wondering how Mumbo deviates and asking how angsty or heartbreaking or dramatic it is… but hear me out okay. The idea that mumbo is just doing Normal, Day-To-Day android stuff and some random mob just. spooks him so bad that he deviates on the spot and never tells a soul is not only Hilarious but it also feels Really in character DLFGKJFGJ

(And so, i stick to my guns about mumbo being spared from angst. silly goofy guy who i love so so much =w=)

#dbhc #hermitcraft dbh au #mumbo jumbo #mumbojumbo #hermitcraft #dbhc mumbo #hermitcraft au #art escapades #mumbo #what if iiiii love him so much #he's SO sillay #there were so many different ideas i could have gone with here like mumbo trying to teach grian redstone and getting so frustrated that he #just deviates to get onto him for not getting it LKFGJDLFJGKDFG #idk man but this felt too funny not to go with #it feels so perfect for him #dbhc art

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louloulemons-posts · 9 months

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Drunk Snuggles

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : Eddie gets a little drunk at a party and wants to cuddle his girlfriend.

Word Count : 1.7K

Warnings : mentions of alcohol, Eddie getting a little sad, it’s angsty for like a second, major fluff, fluffy Eds, none sexual nakedness, use of Y/N, pet names, not proof read.

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Laughing as you spoke to Robin, you could feel the music thumping around the room. You were at a house party, it wasn’t something you did a lot but you felt like it.

“I think our peace is going to be disturbed,” Robin said, motioning to somewhere behind you. Turning you saw your other friend Steve Harrington, he looked flushed in his face.

When he reached you he spoke, “You need to come deal with your boy, he’s something else with booze in his system.”

“Where is he?” You asked.

“The garden, I left him on a lounger.”

You nodded and headed through the crowd of dancing bodies to get to the back door. It was much quieter out there, not many people. A few were smoking and others making out.

The curly haired boy lay on a lounger, staring up at the sky. An almost empty bottle of beer loosely hanging from his hand. Making your way to him you could only smile.

“Hey,” you spoke softly, to not make him jump. Hearing your voice he shot up, “Hey!” Attempting to stand and make his way to you, he cackled as he wobbly, nearly falling flat on his face.

You quickly grabbed him, ensuring that he stayed up right. “Careful Eds,” you said, holding him by the waist. Giving you a goofy grin, he sighed, “You’re so beautiful, where did you go?”

“Just talking to Robin babe, I did tell you.”

“Yeah but you were gone agessss,” he whined, lips falling into a pout. “20 minutes isn’t ages.”

“It is, my favourite girl left me for 20 whole minutes, that’s like … a million seconds!”

“A million?”

“Mhm,” he nodded.

“Well I’m back now.”

“Yeah,” he smiled again, hugging you tightly.

You hadn’t seen Eddie get drunk too many times, but on the few occasions you did, you noticed he became a lot more touchy than usual.

“Love you so much,” he slurred.

“I love you too.”

“Yeah?” He asked, pulling away to look at your face. “Yeah, I love you.” He laughed, shyly hiding his face, in your neck.

“What’s funny?” You asked.

“The prettiest girl in the whole of Hawkins .. in the whole world … the whole universe! Loves me, Eddie Munson. Who’d have thought,” he rambled on.

“How much have you had to drink pretty one?”

“Just a couple.”

“Mhm. Sure you did. Should’ve kept an eye on you.”

“I’m sorry, are you mad at me?” He asked, eyes almost teary when he looked at you.

“Oh no,” you said, softly stroking his face, “I’m glad you’re having fun.”

“Mhm, I was. But then you left me! Then Steve said he’d find you, tell you to come and see me if I promised to stay on the lounger.”

“And here I am,” you smiled.

“Mhm! You found me!”

“Course I did, can’t lose my favourite boy can I?”

“I’m your favourite boy?” He asked, tilting his head like a puppy. “Yeah baby, you’re my favourite person.”

His face flushed at that, gosh he was so cute. “Could we maybe go home now though?” He asked.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah I just-” he mumbled something into your neck.

You laughed, “Pretty one I can’t hear you when you talk there, tell me what you said.”

“I wanna … go home and cuddle.”

“You wanna cuddle?”

“So bad,” he said softly, head resting on your shoulder.

“We can do that, let’s go say goodbye and then I’ll drive us home.”

“Home?”

“The trailer Eds.”

“It’s your home?”

“Wherever you are is my home Eddie.”

He looked like he was about to burst into tears, but instead he held the sides of your face and planted a kiss on your mouth. “Love you so much.”

“Love you too baby.”

You unwinded your arms from his waist and took his hand, “Lets go say bye then.” Walking back into the party you saw your friends.

They waved at you as you made your way over, a stumbling Eddie behind you. “Careful,” you said, to which he just laughed.

You hugged Nancy, Steve, Robin and Jonathan goodbye. Making sure they all had ways to get home safe, feeling Eddie almost tugging you towards the door.

“Good luck with him tonight Y/L/N,” Steve said. “Thanks Harrington, see you guys later.”

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When you arrived at the car, you helped Eddie in as he had turned into bambi on ice. No idea how to control his long limbs. “Steady babe, mind your head,” you said, placing your hand on his curls and he got into your car.

He pulled his legs in and sighed as he leaned back against the leather seat. Leaning over to do his seatbelt, he pecked your cheek. Once. Twice. Three times.

“Comfy?” He nodded, you smiled. Shutting the door and climbing to your side, repeating the same actions as Eddie had done, you began your drive to Eddies.

The car was quiet, only the rumbling of the engine making a sound. Whilst you changed gears you felt another hand on yours, Eddie linking your fingers. “You okay?”

“Miss you.”

“Sweet boy I’m right here,” you chuckled.

“Not close enough.”

“Well we can be close and cuddle as soon as we get in and ready for bed okay?”

“Mhm. How longs it gonna take?”

“‘Bout 5 minutes Eds.”

Letting out an audible whine, you looked over at your boyfriend. “What?”

“Too long.”

“You’ll be okay. You’ve got my hand and we can talk.”

“What about?”

“Anything.”

He let out a sigh, thinking of something to say. “Can I ask a question?”

“Sure, go for it babe.”

“Why me?”

“Why you what?” You furrowed your brows, not understanding what he meant.

“Why would you want to be with me?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re kind, and funny, and a great friend. I love spending time with you. You make me happy, and laugh so much. You’re a beautiful souls Eddie.”

You heard him sniffle. Pulling into the trailer park, Eddie hadn’t spoke since your little speech. “Here we go Pretty one, we’re home.”

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Turning off the car and climbing out you walked round to help Eddie, finding him tearing up. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked, stroking his face.

“You just said … such nice things!” He cried out, “ so nice and I just love you and you love me and it’s just nice.”

“Oh baby, come on let’s get in. You need some cuddles huh?”

He nodded, rubbing his face and taking your hands to get out the car. Locking it, you walked into the trailer. Wayne was lay on the couch watching a show.

“Hey kids how was the party?” He asked.

“It was good we had fun,” you smiled at the older man. “Good I’m glad, have you eaten?” He questioned.

“Baby,” Eddie whined in your ear, arms wrapping around you from behind. “Yeah, there were snacks and stuff so we’re good. Thank you though.” He hummed at you.

“I assume he’s drunk a bit?” Nodding to Eddie. “Yeah, I’m gonna get him to bed.”

“Call if you need anything Sweetheart.”

“Will do. Say night Eds.”

“Night Pops.”

“Night Son, don’t give her any trouble.”

“Would never!”

You laughed, “Come on Pretty one let’s go to bed.”

“For cuddles?”

“Mhm cuddles, let’s go.” Eddie dragged you to his room, throwing the door open. Falling over his bed to turn on his lamp.

“Be careful!” You said, shutting the door behind you. “‘M okay.”

“Come on, let’s get changed.” You went to his draws grabbing some plaid pants, handing them to him.

Taking out one of his old shirts and some shorts for yourself, you went to him. “You want some help?” You asked.

“Please.”

“Okay Sweet Boy, shoes first, can you take your rings off for me?”

“‘Mkay.”

Undoing his laces and pulling his shoes from his feet, you placed them by his others, sliding off your own. “Done it,” he said, passing you his many rings, you placed them on the top of his dresser, yours once again being placed next to them.

“Okay jacket and shirt next,” you helped him get his arms out and his head out of his shirt, throwing them to the washing bin in his room. “Want a shirt? Or just bottoms?”

“Bottoms.”

“Okay pretty one, let’s get you out of your jeans then.”

You undid his belt as his hands didn’t want to listen to his head, along with the button and zipper. Sliding them off his legs, “Want to keep your underwear on?”

“No.”

“Can I do it?”

“Mhm. Never have to ask.”

“That’s sweet babe, but I do. Let’s get em off.” You’d seen Eddie naked plenty of times, not always in a sexual manor, well actually it was less sexual that it was sweet moments.

You’d shower together just because, washing each others hair sweetly, you’d lay together, bare just to be close. He liked skin on skin you’d learned. Comforted him.

“Can you put these on so I can get changed?” You asked.

“Mhm.” He quietly took the pants off you and began to slide his feet in. Sliding off you jacket and top you slid into his. Doing the same with your own jeans, getting into your shorts.

Placing them in the hamper, you opened another draw, pulling out some wipes. You cleaned your face off in front of the mirror. Looking in it you saw Eddie watching you, now in his pyjamas.

“Beautiful,” he said.

“Hm?”

“You’re beautiful.”

“So are you.” He flushed again, dropping onto the bed and chuckling into his hands. You couldn’t help but grin, wiping off any remaining mascara and threw the wipe into the trash.

“Come on then let’s cuddle.” Shuffling up the bed, you both climbed under the blanket. Turing off the light, Eddie rested his head on your chest, wild curls everywhere. “You want me to tie it up?” You asked.

“Can you play with it?” Sleep evident in his voice.

“Sure thing.” Fingers running through his curls, his arm wrapped around your face and he snuggled into your chest. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Pretty, now get some sleep.”

“‘Mkay.”

Kissing the top of his head, he hummed, soon drifting off into dreamland. You following behind not far after, the sound of Wayne’s show playing quietly filling the darkness.

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