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hungriestheidi · 2 months
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Spent far too long trying to decide which one to ask about, but I would love to hear any and all headcannons for House By the Sea
send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons a short ficlet about it <3
i can give you some spoilers, because right now every headcanon is just a spoiler lmao (not counting galex, which technically it is a spoiler, but also no ? idk, they are weird and wonderful).
“Are you alright?” 
Sebastian’s voice is always so nice. Charles turns to look at him, the concern laced with his words echoes in the lines of his expression, furrowed brows and lips pressed into a thin line.
It’s so late and Sebastian is well awake, the steadiness of his voice doesn’t match the three pints he took in quick succession, not the sips Charles let him have of his colourful drinks. 
“’m tired,” he responds, the soft movement of the car lulling him into a drowsiness he knows won’t be able to shake. 
“Don’t rest your head on the window, it may be dangerous,” he puts a hand on his upper arm and pulls lightly, “use me,” Sebastian pats his own shoulder, the right corner of his mouth quipped. Charles feels his throat go dry. Don’t say those things. 
Sebastian raises an eyebrow. Did he say that outloud? Fuck. Before he gets to apologise, Seb pulls at his arm again, more insistently and Charles soon finds himself resting against Sebastian’s warm body, heat radiating out of him like a radiator. It’s so nice, so cosy, he almost forgets this is his bodyguard and not a man he could take home for a night to sate whatever craving he’s feeling. 
Charles wraps both hands around Sebastian’s arm, squeezes his bicep and Seb chuckles. 
“Be kind,” he says and Charles hums in answer, eyes tightly shut. 
Drifting between sleep and consciousness, he wonders if all of this that so naturally bleeds out of him, this authority and control, this warmth and care, reflects in the things he does when eyes can’t see him. Charles wonders, maybe outloud, if sex with him would make him cry. He doesn’t think he’s imagining the soft laughter, the hand threading through his hair, the arms scooping him up like a kid who fell asleep during a party. 
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corviiids · 4 days
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in an au where there's no kira and lawlight really do just meet in college light takes L home for dinner and is like ok we both know i have endless patience with what a weird freak you are due to how much of saint i am as we both know. but please try not to be too weird of a freak when you meet my parents. L's like yes okay whatever and then spends the entire dinner with his back really overexaggeratedly straight and making excessively normal small talk about american baseball and the stock market and light's family is bemusedly enchanted but light correctly interprets this as an act of passive aggression and a declaration of war and breaks up with him dramatically over dessert and then cries in his bedroom all night while light's parents are really confused why their nice son seems so angry with his perfectly polite and normal boyfriend who thanked them so sweetly for the ice cream. and soichiro walks L to the train station and bonds with him about law and then is like light i don't know why you behaved so shockingly at dinner tonight when ryuzaki (L uses a fake name for absolutely no reason at all in this au like just to be difficult) is such a nice young man and light punches his wall
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thurstongrey · 7 months
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sharkfinn · 13 days
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@ccasey0
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i just think hes neat
(design made by ccasey)
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ccasey0 · 14 days
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uhhhh @sharkfinn i put you in HBT.
i think you might be one of my favorite characters. i hope it's okay that i used your oc, i can take this down if you want me to. i did send you an ask about it, but it was never answered so i just went ahead and finished this. i hope you can read my handwriting, i know it sucks lol. uhm.....anyways that's all i have for now. byeeee.
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amimuu · 11 months
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Heheh ccan you tell im normal about them.
Is that blood?!?? YEAH AND A LOT OF IT.
Honestly this AU just keeps me awake at night- everything about it, really.
I think I put wayyy to much efforts into this one.... Hope yall like it tho
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And this ugly ahhh doodle I made for instagram since the drawing is too strong for what I tend to post over there
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heretherebedork · 1 year
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Pillow fight!
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cantsayidont · 6 months
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March 1992. Probably the most interesting change the ROBOTECH storyline makes to the plots of the three Japanese anime series from which it's derived is that in ROBOTECH, the Invid, the snail-like alien race that conquers the Earth at the beginning of the NEW GENERATION/GENESIS CLIMBER MOSPEADA storyline, are a colonized people, interstellar refugees. As explained in the Jack McKinney novels and later dramatized in the six-issue miniseries ROBOTECH GENESIS: THE LEGEND OF ZOR, based on Carl Macek's story notes, centuries ago, the Tirolian scientist and explorer Zor visited the Invid homeworld, Optera, and discovered that the Invid "Flower of Life" could be used as the basis of a potent form of bio-energy he called Protoculture. Zor stole the secrets of the Flower and took them back to Tirol, where Protoculture soon sparked a technological revolution that created space fold travel, reflex weaponry, and bioengineering. The lords of Tirol, calling themselves the Robotech Masters, used this power to annex their neighbors, and created the giant Zentraedi to police their new empire. The Masters then ordered the Zentraedi to defoliate Optera to monopolize their control of the Flower. The surviving Invid split into two factions: one, led by the Regent, fixated on vengeance against Zor and the Masters, and the other, led by the Regiss (or Regis), determined to find a new home and a new evolutionary form that would enable their survival. The Invid later killed Zor, but not before he sent the last Protoculture factory to Earth (as shown in the 1986 ROBOTECH graphic novel), hoping in vain to put it beyond the reach of the Masters.
When Zor Prime, a clone of the original Zor, destroys that factory at the end of the ROBOTECH MASTERS/SOUTHERN CROSS segment of ROBOTECH, it effectively seeds the Earth with the Flower of Life and draws the attention of the Regiss, who invades in hopes of finally reclaiming what had been stolen from her. (This isn't the case in the original MOSPEADA storyline, where the Inbit simply invade Earth because it seems like a habitable spot for their eugenics project.)
This is a clever amalgamation of ideas from the original shows, and it gives ROBOTECH a very different perspective on colonialism than the original series. MACROSS says explicitly that the devastation of the Zentraedi holocaust makes the colonization of other worlds a moral imperative for the human survivors; the original SOUTHERN CROSS storyline is about defending a human colony world (established after a nuclear war devastated Earth) against the return of that world's weird and malevolent original inhabitants; and MOSPEADA ultimately suggests that the Regess has been a more-or-less benevolent, religiously motivated colonizer who leaves the Earth better than she found it. The ending of ROBOTECH is a series of moral reversals: The Invid Regiss has gone from refugee to conqueror, doing to the humans what the Masters and the Zentraedi did to her, but at the same time, the human survivors of the war with the Zentraedi have in effect become the new Robotech Masters (something the Regiss says pretty explicitly in her final monologue), prepared to replicate the devastation of Optera and the Zentraedi holocaust to keep the Regiss from winning. Her ultimate departure, which also destroys the attacking REF fleet, is driven by shame, and a desire for a very literal kind of restorative justice that seeks to redress the humans' sins as well as her own, which makes for a morally complex and bittersweet finale for the saga (the misbegotten SHADOW CHRONICLES notwithstanding).
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sugaarmy134 · 3 months
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Hi tumblr.
im so tired of literally everything. who am i? what am i? what have i done? now i can only hear these three voices in my head repeatedly. i had closed all my doors in finding happiness i was just a angry, depressing, and not loved by anyone person. but then on a fine day someone came knocking on my door. i found 7 new friends! can you guess who they were? they were my bestfriends. they were BTS. they welcomed me in their magic shop were all my dreams came true. i was from that moment never alone. i had the most precious thing on earth that no one else could have as much as i had for them. Trust and love. they dont know that whether i exist or not but i will still love them till the day i die and even after i die. mark my words someone.
--- my bts story ~
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hopekoobii · 1 year
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Masterlist
My Writing (Updated Nov. 18, 2022)
all my works are nsfw and 18+
Coniferous
Hopekook | Koobi
143k+ WIP
historical au | alpha hoseok | omega jungkook | time travel
All Jungkook wanted to do was go on a walk to enjoy the autumn evening, not end up in a different century.
Pull Me Close and Set Me Free
Hopekook | Koobi
8.4k part 1 of series
hybrid au | bunny hybrid jungkook | owner hoseok | found family
At the end of the day it is the law; it isn’t what Hoseok wants. Owning a hybrid was something he never wanted.
Red Roads
Hopekook | Koobi
4.2k completed
canon compliant | hate sex/rough sex | established relationship
It’s easier to fuck the anger out of the other than pull the words from the depths of their hearts. Or... hopekook have angry, makeup sex post lollapalooza.
novo amor
Hopekook | Koobi
5.3k completed
fight and make up | angst with a happy ending | makeup sex
They just keep falling and falling farther apart.
Fish Food
Hopekook | Koobi
16.4k completed
siren au | human jungkook | siren hoseok | dead dove do not eat
As a siren, Hoseok prefers being alone, prefers compelling men to their deaths with his beauty - alone. But when he sees Jungkook, Hoseok decides he wants to keep him for himself. Or... siren hoseok kidnaps a human jungkook to turn him into his mate.
A Canvas, For You Bleed
11k+ WIP
vampire au | human jungkook | vampire hoseok | blood donation
Dark and cynical vampire Hoseok needs a new donor after a fledgling stole the heart of his previous one. Luckily, sunshine human Jungkook is more than happy to oblige because he likes how he smells, and thinks his pointy teeth are actually quite cute.
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javiar · 4 months
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TO KILL A HEARTBEAT
HBT
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zozo-333 · 6 months
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What to do when you came up with a good line but don't know how fit that in your existed fic? Write a random one shot around them!
Summary: Two murderer bestie are on the island fighting for being the final survivor. And Heather looks back at everything she did, and how that influence on her best friend
(inspired by 'Not so happy host' by MoleLocus on AO3, basically all the campers on the island are criminal ready to be executed)
(AU of my AU 'H-bombs ticking', mention of death and murder)
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poswiecenia · 8 months
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#( minus lai- that's their sib )
i'm crying, emma.
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ccasey0 · 1 month
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OKAY. I did it. @thr-333 i finally did it. i made your lil guy. AND i gave him lore.
but before i show you i want you to see the mass amounts of concept sketches i came up with cuz i couldnt figure this guy out for the life of me.
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haha this went in so many different directions. i wanted him to look young, but any time i drew him like that he looked weird. so i tried a teenager. that just looked terrible. eventually i got it right tho :)
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oke, lore time! i gave this boi trauma so brace yourselves! also, imma try to make it mostly as a fic cuz i wanna see if i can actually write like that. oh, btw for context go here :)
The altar was beautiful. A tiny hut with no front wall. a large cork board on the back wall with pretty charms hanging from it. and a solid stone table in the center with lavender growing around the edges and corners. it would have been a wonderful sight.....if it wasn't Tommy's final resting place. two large men in black robes and masks covering their faces ushered Tommy forward. His hands were bound, and he was too weak to get away. the men shoved him to his knees, their hands gripping his shoulders hard and mercilessly. the priest stood behind him, speaking out to the crowd. nobody seemed to care that Tommy was just a child who didn't want to be here. he knew he would die one day. but he expected it to be from starvation or some sort of sickness from living on the streets. not like this. not as a sacrifice for some stupid Moon God. The priest finished his speech. shit. Tommy struggled against the ropes. please. i don't want to die. let me go. i know i wasn't good. just please don't kill me. i wont do anything bad again. i promise. please. don't kill me. i don't want to die. tears ran down his face, as he tried to plead with the people all staring at him. words failed him. he couldn't speak. suddenly his whole body went numb with shock as the priest poured a bowl of freezing cold water over his head. the man chanted some words in a strange language as Tommy coughed and tried to reorient himself. he opened his eyes and looked up, trying to see the priests face and plead with him. all he saw was the dagger coming down on his head. the world went silent. time seemed to slow down as the blade reached the space between Tommy's wide, teared up eyes. blood splattered onto the stone floor below them. people cheered, all chanting the same words the priest had spoken. Tommy fell limp. he was dead. his body slumped and flopped onto the ground. the priest picked him up, raising his dead body up for everyone to see. he then laid him down on the altar. saying a prayer and then turning back to the people to preach to them again.
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the two stars frantically tried to tell their story to Casey. two farmer stars. Casey had no idea what either of them were trying to say, as they were both talking over each other. He raised up his hands, gesturing for the two to stop and back up. "okay, okay, slow down. uh, you." he pointed to the one on the right. "what happened?" the star began to recite what she had seen. a boy. dead on an altar built by an obsessive cult village. the small star finished her story and casey folded his arms. "well shit. both of you stay here. tell the others what happened and have Ally and May meet me at the Tree Shrine." There were a few stars that Casey knew the names of. but that's only because they usually followed him around everywhere they could. Casey then looked up at the small owl sitting on his head. he sighed, already dreading the convrsation he and his sister were going to have in the future. "go tell Dellta." the small owl, Abby, nodded slightly and flew away. Casey then held his hand out over the blackness under his feet. he was standing on the barrier between the Night and the Mortal World. a hole formed below him and he fell through, the other side leading to the woods surrounding the Cult Village. he looked around. it was dark out. Casey's time. the Nighttime. perfect. he walked through the forest, moss and mushrooms growing everywhere he stepped. it was cloudy tonight. the moon wasn't out. Casey moved quickly, just a blur through the trees to anyone who might see him. finally, he reached the altar. it was built up on a short cliff, and casey was at the bottom behind it. he jumped up to it, the wind blowing carrying him upward so he could land on top of the structure. he then hopped down to the stone floor below, drifting slowly until his feet reached the cold surface. he turned to see the boy. there he was, laying dead on the glossy stone table. a small incense fire had been lit on his chest and had already begun to burn him. Casey immediately brushed it off of the child, putting out the fire and dusting away the ashes. he stare down and the boy, whose face still had blood stains running down from between his eyes and splatters all over his skin. Casey brushed the hair away from his forehead. he then wiped off some of the blood with his thumb and pressed it to his forehead, painting the mark of the Night. Casey whispered the same words Celestial had spoken when they made Casey and Dellta spirits. the mark glowed and turned from blood to a permanent tattoo on the child. Casey then carefully lifted the boy up in his arms, holding him gently and making his way back to the spirit tree.
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The boy opened his eyes slightly. everything was blurry and way too bright, and he had a horrible ache in his head. his gaze drifted upward as he tried to figure out who was holding him. his vision was still too poor to see them clearly. whoever it was, they seemed gentle. and their hands were very cold. their figure was dark, although their eyes seemed to be glowing yellow. the child tried to speak, but he couldn't even open his mouth. all that came out was a muffled "mmmm....mfff..." The figure slowed down for a second, looking down at him. "ah. you're awake. don't worry, Konton. you're safe now." their voice was tired and draggy, yet somehow warm in a strange way. wait...Konton? is that....my name? Konton. I like it. Chaos in japanese. wait, how do i know that? i don't speak japanese? what is going on?? The boy- Konton squinted his eyes to look at the person holding him. fur, ears, four eyes. what the fuck?? his vision was ever so slowly coming back to him....and his memory. he hadn't even thought of trying to remember what happened until now. it came in flashes. the men. the altar. the water. the knife. He didn't even realize he was crying until the person stopped next to a tree and set him down. the knelt down, reaching forward and brushing a tear off Konton's cheek. "hey. you're okay. no one will hurt you now. but i need you to listen to me for a bit, can you do that?" Konton nodded, bracing himself for whatever this strange person had to say. judging by their face, it was going to be long story.
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To be continued..
Holy shit that took forever. Fics are very time consuming. hope you guys liked it tho! please tell me if ya'll want more of this! i know i should work some more on posting HBT, but the Spirit Au is just so much fun! this kid was originally just a lil guy i made for @thr-333, but i liked him enough to make him canon, just like the stars! also, @allyheart707 @kitmay05 and @icequeenabby have all been included in this as their stars! sorry to the other stars, i just felt like these guys would fit best for the roles i had for them.
also! i was doobling the other day and made this :D
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onii mask cuz why not? it's not a canon mask, i was just messing around :) that side profile looks like shit lol. but if you look closely you can see the scar from the incense fire on his chest. Konton doesnt remember the fire since it happened while he was dead. although he remembers everything else about his life except for names. even his. he can remember faces, but no names whatsoever. not even pets.
there is a lot more story to this and i might even continue it if y'all are interested. i also have a funky lil comic cooking in the background that i definitely haven't been procrastinating all weekend haha why would you ever think that :D
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amimuu · 1 year
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So
What if HBT au variation in which Thatcher actually adopts Mark and Sarah-
LIKE.
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honeybunnytwee · 9 months
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The Benefits And Advantages Cosmetic Enhancements
We all want to look at our best. Whether we are heading to a big event or we are just heading out of the house, we tend to look at ourselves in the mirror just to check. In the grand scheme, our looks do not really play a big part in our happiness – but there might be a nagging feeling surrounding it all. Our looks can play a huge part in first impressions and can be a deal breaker in other minor…
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