#have this instead

[steveshairychest]

Eddie 'flattery works on me' Munson goes bright red and loses his ability to say anything other than 'thank you' in the softest voice he's ever spoken in when Steve praises him in any way. Sometimes, he doesn't even know what to say because his brain goes offline; it blue screens and leaves him with nothing but flushed cheeks and a shy smile.

#I HAVE A STEDDIEWEEK POST COMING IM JUST AT WORK RN #HAVE THIS INSTEAD #steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #st4 vol2 #stranger things s4

[peachesofteal]

Medieval/and or fantasy ghoap x reader AU? Ghost and Soap are Knights under the 141 legion and happen to walk into a town where everyone is accusing reader of being some demon/ practicing witchcraft (she has anxiety).

🏰🗡️🔮 okay, okay. With a few changes. A lot of changes, sorry! 18+ MDNI / rescue, comfort, etc no smut

“You cannot p-p-possibly-“ the magistrate stutters, hands out in front of his body as if he even has a sliver of a chance of fending them off.

Simon stalks forward, bloodied sword gleaming in the candle light, silver stained with ruby ichor, the remnants of the hired protection outside, all slain, all dying.

The hired protection that he paid for, with the coin he made off of you.

“Ye cannae possibly believe,” Johnny snarls, steps vibrating with rage. “That ye’ll be talkin’ yer way out o’ this one.”

“She’s possessed, she-“

“Do not bother to lie. You do not believe it. We know you’ve been using her.” Simon barks. “We’ve heard the tales. The tongues wag far and wide over the rumors about your seer.”

“She needs healing, and my healers are uniquely qualified, experienced with witchcraft.” The magistrate whines, still stepping backwards on his heels, eyes wide, sweat dripping from his temple.

“Ye stole her!” Johnny roars, shouldering past Simon. “Ye waited until we were called away and then ye broke into our home and took her.” The magistrate shakes his head.

“She needs-“

“She needs nothing from you. Except to be free.” Simon cracks his neck. “And for you to be dead.”

“No. No, you can’t. I’m a- a noble. You cannot just-“

“Aye. We can.”

“Tell us where she is, and perhaps, we’ll let you live.” Simon counters, and the magistrate relaxes, body going languid like a fool.

“She’s in the room. At the end of the hall.” He grabs at a key around his neck, and Johnny rips it away, worn leather string breaking free without much effort.

“Johnny.” It’s a hum, an order, and he grins with his answer, whistling his way down the hall.

The last thing the magistrate sees is the swing of Simon’s sword, cleaving through the air, headed straight for his neck.

“Darling?” The room is dark. It smells, reeks of blood and bile, and his stomach turns. This is where he’s been hiding you? After all the coin that heathen made from your visions, this is the best he could give you? “Darling? Are ye in here?” There’s nothing, no response, no whisper of your sweet voice. Just the sound of shaky breathing, whimpering. “It’s me. It’s Johnny.”

He can just barely see the outline of your shoulder under the window, and he crouches, reaching towards your knee, brushing his fingertips over your skin.

“N-no.” You whisper, and he frowns.

“It’s Johnny. Simon’s here too. We’re here now, darling, ye’re safe.” The doors swings, banging into the stone wall, you startle, flinching against the window.

“Johnny?” Simon murmurs, coming to stand behind him, hand on his shoulder.

“Ah dinnae- she-“

“Those who walk in the woods will see their feet stained with blood.” You croak, shivering.

“Wot?” Simon questions, but you don’t respond.

They can just barely make out the sight of your dress, more of a sack, torn and tattered, encrusted with dirt and blood and goddess knows what else.

“We need tae get her out o’ here.” Johnny’s voice stays low, cautious. Worried.

“Darling, can you hear me?” Simon tries, but you still say nothing, little noises coming from your mouth every other moment.

He rocks forward to take you into his arms, hoping the familiarity will calm you, bring you back to yourself.

But you let out a bloodcurdling scream instead, the terror in your voice so rich, so real, he nearly loses his grip on your struggling body.

You fight them. Clawing and ripping and tearing, hands wild, tugging at Johnny’s hair, Simon’s clothes, until they’ve got your arms pinned down, Johnny cooing to you softly.

“It’s alright, it’s alright. Breathe for me, darling. Jus’ breathe.” You’re still struggling, still trying wrench yourself free, and when you thrash, you face catches the moonlight.

That’s when they see it.

Johnny chokes on his gasp, and Simon cups your chin, tilting your eyes back towards the light, back towards the window to reveal the horrifying truth.

Your eyes are completely white. Pupils, irises, blood vessels, all fogged out, covered with creamy, milky white that looks more like the moon than your beautiful eyes that they’ve known, loved, so dearly.

“No.” Johnny whispers. You whimper, head swinging, eyebrows creased, chest heaving.

Their worst fears, realized. They always knew this was a possibility but… for it to happen when you were being held captive. When they couldn’t be here. When they weren’t able to help you, comfort you.

The terror you must have felt.

“She only sees with the Sight now.” Simon says. “It’s why she doesn’t recognize us. She’s lost herself to it, to the Goddess.”

You blink rapidly, like you’re hearing them, head cocking slightly toward their voices, and Simon strokes a thumb down your cheek.

“Shhh.” Johnny hums, and you settle, a bit dejected, but quieting in their arms as they hold you. “Just breathe. Good girl, nice an’ slow for us.” After you get two lungfuls, they shift, Simon’s arms curling around your body and holding you close as Johnny opens the door.

“Let’s go home, darling.”

#I could write this for real but I don’t have the bandwidth so #have this instead #peaches asks #peaches writes #ghoap x reader #soap x reader x ghost #female reader

[siren-of-agony]

Answers to "please stop"

No.

I can't.

I won't.

I don't want to.

I don't know how.

I will soon.

But then how will you learn?

We're almost done.

It's almost over.

Ask me again!

Oh well, if you're asking that politely…

Fine. For now.

Only once I've come up with something more fun.

Only once you've come up with something more fun.

Or what?

I know you can go a little bit longer.

You know I won't.

I love it when you beg.

I hate it when you beg.

I'm so bored by your begging.

Not until you're too weak to ask me to.

But I don't have anything better to do.

I wish I could.

Alright! See? All you had to do was ask nicely.

I'm not doing anything.

What, exactly?

Just once more, I promise!

Just once more, I promise! (🤞)

You're doing this to yourself.

You wanted this.

You want this.

You know you made me do this.

Are you ready to give me what I want, then?

I will once you give in.

What will you give me in return?

Why should I?

You know there is only one way to end this.

You know there is only one way this will end.

(Answers to "it hurts")

#whump #whump dialogue prompt #whump dialogue #whump prompt #whumblr #i had 2 ppl request a part two to the it hurts one #and i couldnt come up w enough stuff i liked #so here #have this instead #I wrote this all down yesterday when i was trying to fall asleep and i kept coming up w new things so i just kept unlocking my phone and #writing stuff down #i thought i had way less than last time but it's actually much more #granted i rly leaned into the differences just slight wording changes make #also i feel like half of these would do so much better with some sort of term of endearment stapled onto theme #them #so when reading them just imagine some of them with a darling or a sweetheart or a honey tacked onto them bc that's how i imgined them #also if these writing prompts end up on kinblr again and someone accuses me of forgetting safe words just know i'm gonna break into your #house and put mustard in your shoes

[riality-check]

inspired by this tweet, and here’s part 1 if you haven’t seen it yet!

Sure enough, Eddie lets the door slam against the wall an hour later. "Wayne, I'm home!" 

"Hi, kid," Wayne says, much calmer. 

Steve doesn't say anything. Just sits on the couch and waits, his eyes boring a hole into the floor. 

"I finally got the solo down for the song I was telling you about." Eddie lets his bag drop on to the table with a loud thud. Wayne doesn't miss how Steve jolts. "So once we sort out the bassline, we'll be-" 

Eddie turns around and sees Steve on the couch. 

"-fine," Eddie finishes, letting his hands fall to his sides. "Steve, how long have you been here?" 

"An hour." 

"Oh." Eddie looks at Wayne, confusion plain on his face. 

Wayne raises his eyebrows. Talk to him. He wanted you, not me. 

Eddie nods. "What do you need?" 

Steve looks up for the first time. Wayne fought the kid to get him cleaned up, so the split lip looks better. Couldn't do much about the black eye, though. 

Wayne watches the color drain out of Eddie's face.

"Shit, Stevie-" 

Wayne shoots Eddie a look, a mix of Careful and Stevie? 

Eddie glances back at him. I know and later. 

He slows down and sits next to Steve, keeping his hands on his lap. "Did they-" 

"I go back for the rest of it in the morning," Steve says blankly, like he's reciting something. 

"Okay," Eddie says. He looks back at Wayne. 

What do I do? 

Wayne glances at Eddie's hands, then at Steve. What do you think? 

Eddie puts an arm around Steve and lets him bury his head into his shoulder. 

Wayne looks between the two of them. What's the deal? 

Eddie stares back. I think you know. 

Wayne has to agree. He thinks he knows a few things between the way Steve is so comfortable in Eddie's arms and the way Steve hasn't mentioned going home once tonight. 

A glance between Eddie and Steve's black eye. How long have you known? 

Eddie won't meet Wayne's eyes. Wayne knows what that means. 

Too long. 

They'll talk about it in the morning. They'll talk about all of it in the morning.

But for now? Wayne just has to be here for both of these boys. Both of his boys, now, it seems.

#ria writes #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #steddie #stranger things #stranger things fic #ficlet #i should be in bed #have this instead #tw abuse

[laufskadus]

neat!!!!

#in stars and time #i drew this at 1 am in an insomnia stupor and forgot about it #anyway #can't find me butt beans so plush ain't finished yet lmao #have this instead #fellas is it gay if you and [redacted] hold hands under a tree

[skoff-the-artist]

-too far

#starscream #megatron #megastar #tfp #transformers #maccadam #sketch #humanformers #TFHAU #if you kick a person enough times they'll die #follow for more interesting facts #and also i'm out of my hiatus #i wanted to come back earlier but #i didn't have time to finish the christmas art... #have this instead #з різдвом! #(merry christmas)

[skretri]

Lpog kissing 🧍/jk /nf

I know it's just /jk but

#I don't know how to draw kisses #have this instead #lpog #pogbur #lmanbur #vilbur #fanart #my art #bursonas #ask

[bucketbrainrot]

#WOOOO GAYSS #tsp #the stanley parable #tsp stanley #tspud #tsp narrator #fan art #stanarrator #i was gonna do spicy but im kinda tired today #have this instead

[itsredpaint]

chocolate

#akeshu #shuake #persona 5 #p5 #nikiki's art #its still valentines somewhere #im too tired to draw anything better #have this instead #shujin goro au

[sprawca]

espresso. doppio.

#thick enough you can put a spoon in it and it stands up straight #desmond miles #assassin's creed #desmond is alive btw i talk to him on discord #i TRIED to do a rendered piece with desmond but #art is not arting #hatehatehate #have this instead

[walkman-cat]

#newsies #splasher newsies #davey doodles #taking a break from Serious Quality Art #have this instead

[chickpeamcb]

fast forward a few years

#kitty corner #arc ii #blood #sorry for no update I was busy uhhhh. watching puss n' boots #have this instead

[trumansbite]

I got lazy at the second page. Anyways I like these two Also I knew that Sally would never say the 4th message in the of post so I changed it

#we happy few #I’ll try posting something cooler later #have this instead #I find these ladies my favorite mcs #victoria byng #Sally Boyle #my arkt #digital art #fypシ #fypage

[schumaclerc]

CHARLES LECLERC APPRECIATION WEEK • DAY FIVE: PERSONALITY TRAITS

#they should all be the same person (insp.)

#charles leclerc #f1 #f1edit #* #charles #leclercweek2022 #cl16week #i had a different more sincere edit in mind #but i didn't like how it turned out lol #have this instead

[tvkla]

" ah look. everyone's f-a-v-o-u-r-i-t-e couple. that didn't take long. " she slides her drink over to him, she won't drink tonight, she'll have to pump later. [ @lcvcntc ]

#lcvcntc #levente015 #i'm sorry i missed the christmas starter #have this instead #she's talking about farnauld on the dancefloor

[goops-art]

Quick animatic for mecha!Sun

Totally didnt made a small animation at work

I would never!

....

Eventually im gonna need to buy them a pack of sticky notes in return for all the shenanigans

#fnaf sb #fanart #mecha au #mecha sun #animatic #traditional art #sun fnaf #concept art #design and concepts may be subject to change #but higly doubt it #might actually come back to this and properlly do it #bit until then... #have this instead