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jade-of-mourning · 3 months

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sorry sometimes i think about mako and my heart hurts so much. this kid raised himself and his brother on the streets in homelessness and utter poverty from eight through fifteen, promptly after seeing the violent death of his mother and father. he turned to the triple threats because they couldn't survive as a pair of wretched kids without any adult support, and the environment forced him to turn into the exact character that killed his parents in a terrible twist of irony. and after sheer-fucking-luck hits and they aren't homeless anymore, their livelihood wavers on the outcome of what's a literally game to everyone but them; and after things are finally starting to look up and their team is going places and things just might be okay, his gradually stabilizing world unceremoniously expands and everything goes to shit.

and the city that chewed him up and spat him back out, ruined him as a child and took away his ability to stay afloat in a true sense of normalcy as an adult — when it's on the verge of destruction and falling to pieces before his eyes, he gives himself to save it with the full expectation to die. he went from the kid who didn't and couldn't care about anything outside of himself and his brother, to finding redemption for his younger self in his police work despite its injustice against him, to willingly sacrificing himself to a world that had never loved him.

he's a desperate people pleaser, socially and emotionally stunted for the adult he had to be as a kid, unable to navigate interpersonal relationships easily yet still trying his damned hardest. he's intensely and entirely devoted to the things that matter to him and for so long it was only him, bolin, and ensuring their survival — yet by the end, that devotion has expanded to protecting the rest of the world. he starts out entirely self-reliant and ends in trusting the people he cares about to know their own needs, to be able to take care of themselves, to be okay without him despite having spent so much of his life defined by his role in others' well-being.

just. what the fuck i'm such a big fan of this fictional guy and i'm unashamed about it at this point. also let him cry please (if you won't i'll do it i'll let him cry)

#lychee's brain trash #mako lok #mako tlok #sorry for the shitpost i don't do a lot of those i realize #how tf did this guy not had a massive break down in canon at any point #nd like;; he never shows resentment for the unfairness of it all #he doesn't ever use his past to excuse any of his choices/actions that are influenced by it #which is pretty intrinsically linked to his relationship fumbles #he just quietly holds himself accountable and probably mildly despises himself haha #as much as i don't care for the love triangle it really does make complete sense in accordance to his backstory #anyway this is just a roundabout way of me expressing my salt at people writing him off as a malicious asshole lol #i literally cannot articulate the intense complex things his conjured up existence makes me feel #this does not even scratch the surface there is SO MUCH #i need to actually write the fifty fics that exist to my brain otherwise all these thoughts will never see the sun #trust that one day the avatar!mako au will emerge from my drafts;;;#and. you know. that one shot i've had in wip for the past 2.5 years #and the four other oneshots that will probably never be converted into actual words

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fleuraimer · 1 month

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…. perhaps a harry x reader blurb to spare 🤲 i will take anything u want to give me. fluff or smut or both or neither ❤️❤️❤️❤️ u rock and my name is also evelyn so i feel bonded to u

u've absolutely made my day with this evelyn :((( i hope you like what i've concocted bestie, she's kinda all over the fucking place, but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy <33

wc: 2k

cw: not much, super fluffy, mildly (perhaps majorly) suggestive. not suitable for ramadan!! not proofread. lmk if i missed anything pls!!

Spring is here.

Fucking finally.

All the seasons were lovely to Y/N, each offered something the others didn’t—couldn’t. But spring was different. Special.

Like him.

Like Harry.

Perhaps that’s why her love for it blossomed like the tulips lining her bedroom window; there was something about seeing her usually soft boyfriend get ten times softer as leaves started to sprinkle branches, blades of grass flashed a vibrant green once more, and the sun kissed the earth that got to her tender heart.

It was especially difficult to not melt when he’d planned a small outing for them, centered around the perfectly warm weather. Instead of waiting until nightfall and driving to some stuffy restaurant (although their dinner dates were never anything less than exquisite), they walked hand-in-hand down the boulevard in broad daylight, gentle wisps of wind the only thing surrounding them, as well as the quiet conversation of other passersby.

They didn’t talk. They didn’t have to. They were perfectly content to relish in the mere presence of one another—soak in the rays of sun, and warmth. Love.

Thumbs gave mindless, delicate strokes against the back of palms, rucking up rings, kissing knuckles in apology, and putting them back in place, just to repeat it all over again. The knitted fabric of Harry’s cardigan is soft when it brushes against Y/N’s bare arm (she decided that it was absolutely perfect weather to slip on her favorite flowy sundress, cinched at the waist and flared at the hips, printed with obnoxiously serene-looking flowers and hummingbirds, with a square neckline that farmed the intricate necklace Harry bought her for their second anniversary quite stunningly), but his hand in hers was softer. Better.

Said hand tugs on hers, urging her away from the beaten path and into the ravine of tall, never-ending trees—willows and oaks; sycamores, birches, and maples, too. She resists, no less. Looks down at the cobblestone beneath her soles, and the cute kitten heels that (in her humble opinion) tie her whole spring-era look together.

She pouts.

And then a head of chocolate obscures her view of the pristine, white triangle toes. A hand placed both respectfully and salaciously on her ankle, coaxing her foot to slip from its confines, makes her breath catch in her suddenly dry throat.

Her kind eyes glaze over, ever so slightly.

“Y’don’t have’t—”

“I want to, Bellissima.”

Her shoe slips from her foot with a soft clatter on the ground when he manages to pry her sole from the earth, but it barely registers in her brain. In fact, everything else seems to fade away into the lovely spring that encompasses them when Harry guides his hand further up, along her fleshy calf, and leans in to place a chaste, staggering kiss to the bridge of her foot.

She wobbles, but they both know it’s not because she’s been left to balance on one foot.

Harry smiles, faint—the crater in his stubbled cheek is nearly invisible—and nudges his nose along the smooth skin of her leg.

He works diligently (as diligently as one can when removing a shoe) to rid Y/N of her footwear, relieving her of any worry or pain.

He looks pleasantly boyish when he looks up at her, smiles all cheeky, and winks for good measure. Kneeling on cobblestone in a worn pair of jeans, suede, dirty Adidas, and a vintage band tee that smells of stale coffee, Chanel No. 5 (one of many preferred perfumes of Y/N), and sex no matter how many times they run it through the wash; the green of his seafoam eyes twinkling in the sunlight, sunnies pushing his hair back, and yet one rogue curl still bends and twirls with the wind, falling in a perfectly aesthetic spiral when it settles…

Soft. Boyfriend. Hers.

Her Harry.

He stands to his full height, and they’re much closer than she’d thought they would be, but she’s certainly not complaining. Where before she stood at (about) Harry’s collarbone, now her head barely reaches the underside of his pecs. Her neck strains to keep eye contact as he slips his free hand back into her awaiting palm, the latter of which occupied with their stuffed picnic basket, and now her precious kitten heels.

“Need me to carry you?” He asks, ready to suffer at least a week’s worth of back pain if it meant he’d keep that love-struck, glowy, adorable (subby, stupid, filthy) look on his girl’s face.

Y/N’s eyes widen subtly, though enough for Harry to notice, and he can’t help but have to stifle a chuckle at her bashful demeanor.

“No, thank you,” she squeaks, and now she’s the one tugging his hand, urging them into the abyss of greenery, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

The grass feels soft, ticklish, between her powder pink painted toes; she feels her lips stretch into a small grin because of it. They walk idly until they find a soft patch of vividly green grass directly under a tree, kissed fleetingly by the rays of sunlight peaking through the gaps of branches and leaves.

Harry lets his hand fall from Y/N’s (and can’t help but feel slightly colder because of it) to unpack their picnic basket. He grabs the signature red gingham picnic blanket from its place in the basket, releasing its folded form with a flourish. The material floats gracefully through the air until settling on the grass, near gingerly with the way it stops at just the very tips of the blades.

He kicks his chin toward the blanket in invitation as he settles on top of it himself, beginning to remove the contents inside their basket. Sandwiches, fruits, veggies; assorted cheeses and meats, cake, and, arguable most important, wine. He wastes no time in popping the cork from the rouge, pouring a generous amount into each of the pinot noir glasses he’d carefully tucked in the picnic basket.

Y/N kneels onto the blanket, walking on her knees until Harry is within reach, and his incessantly grabby hands are (surprise, surprise!!) grabbing her. He hands her her wine glass and sets his off to the side for the time being, sliding his bear palms up the full of her thighs, the swell of her bum, small of her back…

She shivers as they pet down again, nails biting at her hips to grip and pull her into his lap.

“Too far,” he grumbles, nuzzling in the space where her neck and collarbone meet. He peppers soft kisses along the strong bone, inhaling the natural, overwhelming scent of her. His girl.

Y/N goes easily, sipping slowly at her red wine while her free hand comes up to his hair, fingers threading through the fluffy tendrils. She snatches his sunnies away when they block her half-hearted scalp massage, muttering delicate apologies when the bend of them gets stuck in his hair and he hisses at the sting.

“Sorry, Baby,” she winces herself, chucking the damned glasses onto the blanket when she’s gotten them loose, kissing along the crown of his head to soothe any ache.

She sips more, tart grape hitting her tongue, sugary plum sliding down her throat, strawberry slicking her lips. She’s borderline greedy with the way she downs it, but they’ve got nowhere to be. Only here. Just here. Now.

She twists in Harry’s laps to grab one of the homemade BLTs, offering the half she won’t stuff her fat gob with to Harry, which he politely accepts. They munch quietly, sharing soft smiles and love-sick kisses in between bites. Conversation is sparse, but not bad. Never bad. If anything, the weight of their words is heavier because they’re so few and far between.

They both like it that way, anyhow.

When their feast has dwindled down to nothing but a few fruits and cakes, Harry fishes his phone from his pocket, and reaches in the picnic basket to grab his trusty pair of wired headphones. Hooking them up to his phone, he looks expectantly to Y/N. She raises her brow, never one to move unprompted.

Harry smirks, “Come, Bellissima.”

Her heart flitters, her stomach flutters, and her eyes round out (Harry tries not to think about how fucking easy—). She crawls back to him, in a way that is unnecessarily intimate and innocent, and simultaneously astoundingly nasty, but he tucks the image into the deep, deep, dark recess of his mind so he doesn’t get arrested for public indecency. Saves it for later (call it his spankbank).

He tucks a loose strand of her hair behind her ear before handing her and earbud, and lying down on his side. She follows, the two inserting the device into their ears at the same time. Her head instantly floods with staggered strings and piano, static, and then bass. Saxophone and acoustic guitar being delicately plucked, followed by a heady, gentle voice, similar to Bowie (but never as iconic).

“About You,” she whispers to him, her lips quirking.

Harry nods. Smiles, “The 1975.”

As the music progresses—the subtle vibrato of Matty Healy’s croon, the crescendo of each instrument and sound blending together to create one beautiful, extravagant, mind-bending symphony—Y/N swears she can see all five oceans in his eyes. The clear, breathtaking reefs, the lines that separates it from the rest of the water, dividing the calm from the chaos, the serene from the danger. She sees the deep, the unknown she wishes the dive further into, explore and discover, treasure for nothing but her own heart. And the seafoam that crashes up against the shore, the way it bubbles with joy and glistens in the light of the sun at the horizon, ever so fleeting as it washes back down the grains of sand.

She sees it all.

“S’pretty,” she mumbles, scooting closer as much as she can.

Harry wraps the arm not tucked under his head around her waist, pulling her closer. His eyes flit dazedly between her two.

She may see the ocean, but he sees the sky. The constellations, laid out for him beautifully, his for the taking. His.

He nods, “S’pretty.” Bumps his nose childishly against hers, smiles softly, triumphantly, when it scrunches up. His eyebrows pull together in the center, and he huffs a breath through his nose, “S’fucking gorgeous, Stellina.”

His mouth is on her before she can ask for a translation (there’s only some many Italian pet names a girl can recall) tongue prodding at the seem of her lips until they give way and he can slide the wet muscle against her own. She tastes of their shared wine and vanilla buttercream, and he tastes of fresh peaches, mozzarella, and tangy balsamic vinegar. And yet, somehow, it mixes together to create something new, something better, arguably. He fits her bottom lip between his two, nipping and sucking at the plump flesh, pulling breathy whimpers and faint moans from his lover. His grunts and groans in response are no less self-deprecating (they were both, admittedly, getting extremely hot over a couple of third date level kisses).

Neither paid it much mind, however. Especially not when Harry flips around so he’s lying on his back and she’s pressed firmly against his torso, belly’s melding, chests grazing. Y/N can’t stifle her soft gasp at the heavy weight of Harry against her inner thigh, but she can’t reprimand him, for she is no better—there’s a puddle in the gusset of her panties.

“Harry,” she whines, lashes fluttering when his hands find the swell of her bum and squeeze through the flimsy fabric of her sundress.

“G'na take y'home now, Bellissima,” he husks against her open mouth, tongue flicking at the swollen mess. “Fuck you the way y'deserve for being such a good girl today—” She bristles, rocking into him and crying out softly because of it. “—and if y'keep it up, we’ll go to tha’ cute little flee market y'keep tellin’ me about, yeah?”

She’s being bribed with his (impeccable; divine; otherworldly) cock and her love for all things vintage.

“Can we go to the botanical garden, too?”

Harry snorts, issues a teasing spank to her bum that makes her squeal, but smiles, nevertheless. “Sure, Baby, whatever y'want.”

(Impeccable; divine; otherworldly) Cock, a flee market, and a botanical garden?

She’s in heaven. In happiness. In full bloom.

She fucking adores spring.

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kentopedia · 2 months

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it makes me so happy to see more people are starting to write multi chap / series fics on here again

#don’t get me wrong i love one shots and drabbles too #but my heart will always belong to loonnnggg slowburn stories like if i find a good 100k word fic on ao3 i'm sold lol #and i feel like for a while there these kinds of fics were really starting to die out :(#and ik it’s probably bc they don’t do as well on tumblr unfortunately #but i'm excited to see people are picking them back up !!! i hope this trend continues !!#also if you are writing one you enjoy pls pls don’t get discouraged ! :( and send them my way!!! at least one person on here will enjoy the #(me)

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ekat-fandom-blog · 1 year

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Dragons and Ghosts prompt

Dragons and ghosts are kind of similar in that some of them can (1) look passably human, (2) be super strong, (3) use magic, (4) take hits better than humans can, (5) heal fast, (6) have obsessions, (7) change forms, (8) have deafening screams/roars, (9) fly, (10) be territorial, (11) use fighting as a form of playing, and (12) probably make attacks come out of their mouths(fire, wind, water, sound...) please note that I used the word can as there are many different types of dragons and ghosts. thank you.

What I'm saying is: Mix Dragon!Batman au with DPxDC.

Danny thinks Batman is a ghost because of multiple of the reasons listed above and tries to reach out with gifts or something as a peace offering. Ghosts don't usually become heroes, so it would be great to meet a few(or one). He doesn't know ghost culture very well, so he probably gets some help. For ghosts it's simple to gain allies, but also extremely difficult. Don't enter another ghost's haunt without permission(unless you plan on fighting them). Gifts in general can be seen as peace offerings unless it's death or obsession related(then it's a courting gift). You can't just show up and wait outside of their haunt to have a chat because it can be seen as you issuing a challenge. If you don't (a)receive an in person gift in return, or (b)an in person meeting with the other ghost in a week, you can try again.

Bruce is unsettled because the scent on the gifts smell weird. He's not the most well versed in magic (just because he's a magical creature, doesn't mean he has to be good at it) but he does know dragon culture. Don't enter someone else's territory without express permission. Gifts have meanings. (If it's shiny, they want something. If it's food, they probably want to be friends/family or to form an alliance. If it's something to add to your hoard and aren't already part of your family, then they are trying to court you. Side note: if you hoard food or shiny things, courting items mostly come in even numbers.) Always, someone is supposed to wait with the gift to explain/negotiate more minor details. Everything is always done on the same day; no waiting, no return gift or searching out the other person/dragon. He assumes a baby dragon found out about him being a dragon and is trying to remember how to contact an unfamiliar dragon. (or if you want bruce/danny: he assumes his potential suitor is unfamiliar with dragon culture and trying to learn)

The cultures overlap, so neither realize that the other isn't the same species, but they're also different enough that they do not understand what's going on.

(feel free to add or disregard anything in this prompt if you want to write something based on this)

#dc x dp au #dc x dp fic idea #dragon!batman #batman is a dragon #dc x dp prompt #yes i am trying to fuel my mythical creature obsession #bruce's hoard is information #and gifts from his family #he keeps all the gifts nicely organized in a box that no one ever sees #he doesn't want his kids to roast him about how sentimental he is #he also doesn't want a single thing to get damaged #that's his drawing of him getting shot by penguin #and he loves it #i should write a separate batman prompt/au for dragon!batman #i don't really wanna #that takes effort that i don't have right now #someone remind me #dc x dp #dp x dc

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nomazee · 9 months

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haii :3

could you write how shinsou would take care of a reader when they are sick :0

i’ve been a little sick this week so this would really cheer me up :D

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x reader

word count: ~800

content: sickfic AGUGHHH, friends-to-lovers slash unspecified relationship could be established could be not, cutesy, literally just fluff, vague mentions of puking etc typical sickness stuff

this was such a cute request omg thank you for sending it in! i hope u feel better much love! i decided to do this in bullet point format!

ALSO IM SO SORRY GUYSSS IM GETTING THROUGH REQUESTS SO SLOWLY <//3 i promise i will try to get as many of them done as i can but many of them are like long-fic format so they will take me a bit FEEL FREE TO SEND REQUESTS IF U STILL WANT TO!!! rules are linked here!

OK SO

you're both in the gen ed department + living in the dorms

it's the middle of the week and you've been feeling ROUGH for the entire week but just haven't had the time to focus on yourself between studies and everything

shinsou and you are in your math class sitting together at a two-person desk while your teacher lectures

you're super dizzy even while sitting down, there's a sheen of sweat on your forehead and you feel way too hot overall, you're holding back a coughing fit because you know if you let it happen you're gonna end up puking everywhere

the bell finally rings signaling the end of class and the start of lunch and you can't bring yourself to stand up at all

shinsou is packing up next to you and doesn't really notice your unmoving form until he's slinging his backpack over his shoulder and looking down at you, expecting to see you packed and ready to go but you.... look like you're dying

"you good, man?"

"ghf.......gh...m......"

"alright"

he packs up your stuff for you because he's secretly a SWEETHEART and carries your bag and pulls you up by your elbow with a big sigh

"guess i gotta take you to recovery girl now"

"do NOT take me to recovery girl..."

it's not like you have anything against recovery girl but it's not like she would be able to help you with a sickness and she'd end up giving you a bed to sleep on or just send you to your dorm to rest anyways

you just want to sleep in the comfort of YOUR bed already

you tell that to shinsou and urge him to just walk you to your dorm before you throw up on his shoes

he tells you that the teachers will think you're skipping class but you flutter your lashes at him (it probably looks more like you're seizing with how sick you are) and say something like "you'll cover for me, right?"

he rolls his eyes but. yes. he will cover for you. (he's whipped)

walks you to your dorm with an arm around your shoulders and you try not to collapse from both ur fever and the feeling of him walking so close

your delusions are running rampant in this HEAT

walks you alllll the way to your room and helps you lay back in your bed, pulls the covers over you and everything and your hands are TWITCHING because you wanna kiss him so bad but you'd end up puking all over him in this state

leaves your room for a bit and comes back with an ice pack wrapped in a towel to put on ur forehead and hot tea mixed w honey for when you're ready to drink something

puts the ice pack over ur forehead with a gentleness you've never seen from him before and you're like dying and clawing at the sheets trying not to scream with how in love u are with this guy

"you should go back to lunch man you're not gonna have enough time to eat"

"you're on the verge of death and that's what you're worried about"

"I'M NOT DYING"

stays with you until there's like 5 minutes left in the lunch period and he (unfortunately) HAS to leave

you're holding back a whine because yeah you feel guilty that he wasted his lunch time taking care of you but also... stay here forever?!?! duh?!?!

he notices the hesitant look in ur eyes while he stands up and takes his bag with him and sighs and rolls his eyes all fake-annoyed before leaning down and kissing your cheek and you hold back the urge to swing and punch him because he CAN'T JUST DO THAT AND THEN LEAVE???

"i know you can't stand a minute without me but i promise i'll be back the minute classes are over"

"i'm gonna set an alarm to make sure you're telling the truth about that"

"you can count on me"

you sleep for like the rest of the day and only wake up when you hear your door opening and smell soup and there's totally no way shinsou made that for you except he definitely did because when you ask about the soup his ears are flushed and you're literally gonna kiss him if he doesn't stop being so hot

overall shinsou would be so soft with you in his stupid sarcastic way and tease you about getting sick because he's a JERK but also a cutie so you let him get away with it

would definitely spend the rest of the day sleeping in your bed with you and then also get sick and force you to make him homemade soup (it's only fair, he argues)

#shinsou x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi headcanons #shinsou fluff #shinsou fic #guys how lojng has it been since i've written hcs/bullet point stuff #im otu of my element #this was so cute and fun to write though omfg #maybe i love... bullet poitn format...#also i REALLY AM SO SORRY ABOUT NOT GETTING TO REQUESTS i look like such a jerk for openign requests and then dipping but i am getting--#--through them slowly but surely #like they have all been started in some capacity i just havent finished them all #a lot of them were unspecified formats so i went crazy and started writing and they ended up being FULL LENGTH one shots and i #i have... no self control

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crossbackpoke-check · 11 months

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Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today [abridged], Jess Zimmerman

part one | part two

#me when everybody is posting the maple leafs sad narratives and i am furiously generating this like HOLD ONNNN HOLD ONNNNNNN #honestly i could've been SOOOO MEAN about this because i saw this poem & alexandra got the preview on the poetry blog #where i just reblogged the first half of this poem point blank with the tags #kyle dubas #toronto maple leafs #& got yelled at aksdaksf & it literally only didn't go on this blog bc i usually write more & then it was percolating & i looked up the poe #& it was only the FIRST PART i'd reblogged i didn't know there was more & then brain immediately went brrrrr ok time for an edit.#this is a long one lol & i also have no idea if it makes sense to anybody but me but because y'all know me i will always overexplain so!!#my reasoning for the reasons obvi kyle. that's a given i hope he's doing well i hope he & his family r good but man is not coming in to wor #the second edit took me a stupid amount of time bc i am nitpicky but also i learned how to do the layers & transparency from the claude edi #that actually y'all don't know about lmao but i lost my mind when i saw how perfectly those pictures align i was scrolling getty & was like #ok december i'm gonna do a headline one (in my brain with the november/june quote about choosing to die again) w/ maple leafs playoff odds #how they say at winter break you know who's gonna be in the playoffs & who'll win & they thought they had a shot but it's mitchie overlaid #the 2003-04 team who'd last won a playoff round with the atlantic division stats from dec for 22-23 & how long it's been & dec headlines #i wanted breakup/recent/never loved to be a recent trade acquisition somebody who bounced around & somebody else so i almost had simmer #brodie & zar but then i wanted to make murray for breakup at any time &i forgot zar & him were on the pens together &it hit me like a truc #bc there's a photo of the two of them EXACTLY the same so close it's scary of this one but them as pens so they had to be it & i did always #know never loved again was mitchie. sorry. also mitchie in the penalty box the last game but i couldn't find footage of it & this one works #no i could not find a photo of tyler bertuzzi fighting a leaf for a dog looked at me yes i tried.#i almost made the bunting photo jt but instead it's 'bunting a rat etc' anyway the one i really feel unhinged about is dead pets bc at firs #i was gonna make it the handshake line & look to see if the leafs had drafted anybody on the panthers (dead pet former draft pick)#& they had & it was carter verhaeghe & i couldn't get a good pic of matthews & verhaeghe but it's fine bc i thought about the mo/luke schen #narrative (in which they are a perfect d pair long lost) & schenn was drafted by the leafs & that line fits jut trust me. also how i feel #about the kniesy luminous line that one possessed me it had to be kniesy idk why. i almost put gussy as girls are too pretty though ALSO #did u like my joke. daylight SAVINGS time on the goalie. thank u. also my photo magic on the jt (me very poorly editing in him as an isle)#OK ALSO HOLD ONNNNN there is a part two but i have to wait for the Content i want it will come out as soon as [redacted] or sooner #if i get bad at waiting &everyone will pretend like it is always the way it will be once i have the photos i want. speaking of did the leaf #simply not take a team photo this year?? it Does Not Exist for me i have tried very hard to look for it also i'm excited for part 2 #one of them is named oh you're so unhinged for this one & the finished product is you're unhinged in ways you didn't even know u were sorry #liv in the replies

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dootznbootz · 4 months

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I'm going feral again with a silly headcanon.

I just had that post on how Odysseus made Puzzles for himself and Penelope and I have another idea and I'm just really excited to share it lksdjf

I basically plan to have this man in love with Penelope within 10 mins (I HAVE A PLAN! It sounds crazy but I think it'll work. Plus these two are reckless and young when married. His first crush and he's not handling it well.)

This is them. Or at the very least Penelope is definitely playing it off very nonchalantly and is kind of messing around at first, thinking that the "trickster" is "not being genuine" when he's never been more genuine in his life. She can see right through all his lies and bullshit and basically forces him to be vulnerable, something he loves yet is TERRIFIED of. Especially as she "unmasked" him so quickly (and tricked HIM.😉 Won't say how. no spoilers yet) and so effortlessly and he's just a MESS. Athena isn't helping and just watches them both fumble around, even when Odysseus is asking for some guidance, Athena just smiles and is all like "I'm the Goddess of Wisdom, not of Love. Figure it out yourself." (PENELOPE IS JUST AS MUCH OF A BLORBO TO HER AS ODYSSEUS IS, YOU COWARDS!)

(Art by isei-silva right here on tumblr! Their post! )

I won't go into huge details. I WILL write this fic someday and I need to leave SOME things a surprise. But KNOW this man will be pulling out all the stops trying to impress her and tries to show all the things he's good at and one will be his "puzzle making".

He'll bring a puzzle to her TRYING to talk all "suave" (he'll be semi-tongue tied. Something that he's not used to and is annoyed that he can't seem to think around her)

It'll probably have a little gift inside and he'll be chatting away about how he worked hard to make it and that there's a trick to it and blah blah blah

Penelope: Oh! There's (some sort of treat or gift) inside!

Odysseus: Wait, you solved it already?

Penelope,🤨: Yes. All you have to do is this.

Odysseus, falling (more like sprinting at this point) further in love but also mad his plan to woo her didn't work: Well... Yeah. That's a gift for you.

He's trying SOOOO hard but he has to stop "showboating" to genuinely impress her. Man has to be fucking vulnerable for her to be impressed by him because she already can read his "tells" on when he's pulling something. No more "tricks". Be yourself, you fucking idiot >:D

#uygfidhsojhf I revealed a LOT already but I just??? I really love writing this man being a fucking mess and not knowing what to do #for once in his life. The man who “always has a plan” now DOESN'T know what to do and he's all feelings right now.#And Penelope has no time for tricks (unless she's the one pulling one). They've both met their match (in practically everything. Likeminded #remember?) and they're both excited and scared because #I'm a trickster. He/She is just like me. I desperately want this to be real but I know how good I am at tricking people. What if this is a #lie?“ BOTH have to stop ”tricking“ in order to truly bond. And then I get into the nitty gritty >:D #Like how Odysseus has to be vulnerable and sob about their bed to get her to believe it's him. They did the same in their youth.#It's a PATTERN for them at this point.#I love making this man simp and her realizing that this “trickster” IS genuine. This man actually loves her and that there's no “game”.#then it's HER turn to be a mess >:D #odypen #Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #my headcanons #Hi. I'm vibrating from excitement and I don't know what to do.

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plistommy · 11 days

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”Morning, princess,” Eddie whistled and took two long strides towards him before he was almost dangerously close to leaning onto Steve’s car.

He wouldn’t dare.

”Why are you here?” Steve bit out, not caring about how angry he sounded. He was mad.

Eddie laughed at him, those dimples of him coming on full display and it made Steve sick to his stomach.

”You don’t know? Unfortunately, the lil ol’ me didn't graduate last year, so, you’re gonna be stuck with me in this shit hole,” he took a slow step forward, blowing smoke onto Steve’s face which made him almost cough.

Almost.

”But, I didn’t think you’d mind, right?” Eddie lowered his voice, ”Can’t let go of me yet, sweetheart.”

Oh, Steve wanted to punch him. He has never wanted to punch anyone this badly, not even Jonathan Byers.

But, he kept his cool.

He knew how to play this game as well.

”You’re right. I don’t mind,” He got out, taking a step closer to Eddie which made the older boy smile even more. It was always a sick game to him, wanting to just rile Steve up. And he did, with his existence alone.

But Steve got his own tricks and he knew how to use them against Eddie.

”Actually, I’m really pleased,” He said, batting those big eyes of his and it almost made him wanna laugh when Eddie’s smile faltered, ”I was… scared when I thought I had to be here without you. Honestly, I think I even missed you.”

It was all a bunch of crap, things Steve wouldn’t just go on and say, but he knew how those things made Eddie feel. He knew the freak had some sort of obsession with him and had had it ever since Steve came to the same middle school as him.

He’d stare at Steve in the hallways, eyes so big and unsettling with his buzzed head. It was like anywhere Steve would go, Eddie was somewhere there just lingering around.

It wasn’t until high school when he finally got the balls to speak to Steve. Or more like bully him. But Steve had tried to ignore him the best he could.

It got more rougher once Steve started to gain some popularity and he - Carol’s words, not his - ’blossomed’ out. Eddie seemed to never leave him alone after that.

He was like that to everyone though, but mostly towards Steve.

So, Steve knew him. Quite well. It wasn’t gonna be hard to play his cards against him.

”Is that so?” Eddie whispered and Steve all but nodded with a sweet smile.

”Uh-huh,” Steve took the cigarette from him, putting it between his lips instead and took a long drag.

Eddie just stared at him, mouth a little agape when Steve blew the smoke out with a soft moan, ”You always got the best stuff, Munson. Always know how to make me feel so good.”

He let out a soft whine at the end, just for fun. And it seemed to be the right move as Eddie suddenly snatched the cigarette from him and leaned close to his ear, voice rough and desperate.

”Let me fuck you, Steve. Right now.”

Ah.

Steve just smiled sweetly.

Seems like their little dance hadn’t ended after all.

”Thought that was finished, Munson.”

”I’m still here, aren’t I?” Eddie said, voice a little huskier ”Baby, please.”

Read here 🔥

#Little snippet for my one shot at ao3 now!#s2 steddie #IDK WHY IM WRITING SO MUCH LATELY SIGH #ENJOY LOL #I’m really vibing with Steddie right now Like damn I love writing them so much #cute boys #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #fanfic #steddie fanfic #steddie fandom #my writing #ao3 #fanfiction

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impala-dreamer · 3 months

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is this too romantic? am I going too far? is there any other way to write romance than all in, all encompassing, perfectly magical? no. this is fine.

#talking to myself as i write #it's so flufffffyyyyyy #i should write romcoms i'd really be great at it #except someone would inexpicably die or get shot out of nowhere #and then ya know #“dying in the rain talking about theology”#classic me #also fuck you bc theres so much i cant share anymore #because you took it all away #why am i rambling in the tags agani #no one reads anyway #so screw you you hurt me #but im not going anywhere #i'm gonna stay here and write this stupid fluffy romanctic shit #and love it #and then i'll write my dean and jensen and misha #and i will love that too #and someday i won't be so sad or indifferently angry at you #and maybe i'll get back to writing what i used to but cant now bc you took it from me #i should delete this but honestly no #i'm not goinig to #now im just curious to how manyt ags i can have #someone count this i cant math #anyway whatever #writing #henry cavill #whatttttttt

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saltwatersweets · 2 months

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i like to imagine that sometime in between ep7 and ep8, charlie takes vaggie to cannibal town to help train some of the residents who will fight in the upcoming extermination, and while visiting vaggie sees the kid she spared and maybe gets to have a proper conversation with him and/or his family

#i know that vaggie probably looks rather different than she did three+ years ago when she fell #but i definitely feel as though if you were a sinner who was about to be brutally stabbed by an angel #and then she Didnt Stab You #i think you’d be able to recognize her even if you’re fairly young #(also i know some people think that all the cannibals are hellborn but i believe that some are sinners and some are hellborn)#(this child being hellborn would make no sense because that means vaggie was kicked out for sparing a hellborn child)#(aka doing what she is legally supposed to do)#(so being a cannibal will probably get you into hell regardless of age)#also i really like the idea of vaggie and charlie getting to see the good that came out of her actions #assuming lute and adam didnt just go immediately kill the child she spared (it can be applied the extermination ended almost immediately #after vaggie fell given that you can see charlie walking around looking for injured sinners just a few minutes later so hopefully the #child survived)#then i like to believe the child ran home and got to tell the people who care for him that story #and maybe someone will even thank vaggie for her mercy #in a very strange way givennthat they are cannibals and all #think of a cat who kills mice and gives them to you. that’s probably how cannibals show love except with human limbs #anyways i want to write a one shot about this tbh #my post #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin hotel cannibal town #cannibalism #should probably tag that just in case lmfao #does this cannibal child have a name #im calling him #spared cannibal child #very very original and thoughtful name i know i know #hazbin hotel charlie #charlie morningstar

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ice-sculptures · 1 year

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for miwip wednesday, an excerpt from my mike-finds-out-about-the-painting fic: two lives intertwined (one yours, one mine)

#most of what i see in this fandom is mike being very in tune w his own feelings and already being aware that he's in love with will #so i wanted to explore the scenario where he doesn't know yet and it takes longer for him to come to terms with his sexuality #the purpose of this fic was for them to talk. really talk. and hash out everything that's changed between them since november 1984 #mostly the painting ofc but also the rain fight. the lack of communication in lenora. hellfire club. vecna's impending return.#i just want them to communicate haha that's pretty much it #also they don't get together immediately here btw bc it's part of a slowburn series of one shots set during a hypothetical season 5 #ofc they will end up together when it's all over. but not in this piece #fic: two lives intertwined #miwip wednesday #rae writes #rae.txt #byler #stranger things

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ofmd-alsaurus · 5 months

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alsaurus' s2 fic

Kitty and the Captain this is the only one that I wrote and posted before s2 was complete: between episodes 5 and 6, in fact! so we've got all the sweet horny insanity of Ed in a cat collar and Stede practicing his captain voice from episode 5, plus the idea of Stede not knowing what a handy is from episode 4, and zero idea of the angst to come lmaoooo. it's cute, it's sweet, it's hot, it's on brand.

Ed and Stede's Very Successful Second Time a true comedy, and a visceral reaction to the season 2 finale (and to people's reactions to the finale). I admit that it's a bit of a prank, a bit of me blowing raspberries at all the Izzy wank in fandom... this is reflected in the hits to kudos ratio lmao. I know exactly where people hit that back button. but plenty of others kept reading, and maybe had some feelings they didn't expect to have. plus it's what I wanted to write, and I do truly write these for myself (as much as I love pleasing you all).

Truly Docked yeah... as soon as I heard that "well and truly docked" comment in episode 7 I knew I would have to write this lol. the docking itself is a pretty small part of it because as always, the Ed and Stede in my head just kept talking and it became a whole other thing. I also love this because it's a slightly different take on the post-s2 "innkeepers era"... iykyk 😂

#next on the agenda is a Stede POV if you can believe that #i have written 12 ofmd one shots and they are all Ed POV #so this will be interesting lol #I'm only doing it because the Ed and Stede voices in my head had a particuar conversation #that i really love and want to write a fic around!#but i know that it needs to be from Stede's POV to really do it justice.#once you read it you'll know what i mean #ofmd fic #ed/stede #gentlebeard #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #alsaurus fic

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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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hate or forgive | freya.

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| word count: 2.1k

|| summary: no, ragnarok wasn’t any of your concern. you world already had its ragnarok when freya left you, promising to kill you because of what you did to save her. as you made your way to follow atreus’ wish, she came to your life again. but this time, you decided to give her what she deserves, even if it meant your death.

|| warnings!: angst, angst with a happy ending, kisses, fighting, fluff (thanks to freyr), blood, injuries, wounds, chocking blood, bleeding.

||| request: Hey again! Can you please do fem reader x Freya, where they are lovers and it's Y/N who killed Freya's son, because she wanted to protect Freya? And maybe also include that now Freya is hunting her down (like in the Ragnarok game), with a happy ending where Freya forgives y/n, because she almost lost her on the quest where they tried to free Freya from Odin's magic... please?

Hope it makes sense!

owner of the request: @midnight-lestrange ♡ [I hope you will like it!]

Blood.

There were lots of blood, running from head to toe, leaving its trails on the body, presenting a horrible scene to the eyes. It was hot, burning flesh alive with a warming. Death, it was the first think that came to mind; just death. But then, there she was, Freya, running towards the place your body lied. What was this feeling? Not just pain. It was something else, like, a relief. Why you felt relief when the death was at your door, ready to open it forcefully and take you to his home was the question you asked yourself. Other side of your mind answered; because Freya running to us, because Freya is here, and she is all we need.

It was true. Freya was here, already picking up your body and saying some magical words by moving her hands on your body while crying. In every breath taking, she screamed your name, “Y/n! Hold on! You will be okay!”

You tried to smile, lifting one of your hand to her beautiful face even with tears, “Frigg,” You chocked in blood but kept going, “It is honor to die in your arms.”

“Shut up!” She shouted, her cries increased, “You will not die! Do you hear me? I will not allow it!”

“I love you –“ Was the last sentence you said to her before passing out in her arms, looking at her lovely face maybe for the one last time.

“Y/n!” Her voice was filled with concern. Was she felt concern because of his son or you? It wasn’t clear but you didn’t want to look at her face as you hold Baldur’s head on your strong arms, chocking his to death in pure anger. “If you –“

Without letting her finish, you left the death body of Baldur, making it hit the ground. What you did wasn’t acceptable. You knew it from the beginning. However you had to make a choice between feeling regret and pain for all of your life because of letting Baldur killing Freya, your beloved one and killing him to prevent Freya’s death. Choice you made was clear as day. Have to feel pain and regret, losing her when you had a chance to save wasn’t something you could endure. So, you made a choice and you were ready for its outcomes.

As Freya’s arms held Baldur’s death and cold body, you began to feel her anger and sadness. Sadness of seeing her son’s die, and anger to you, became the reason behind it.

“I –“ She tried to say, holding her son closely, looking at you with eyes that filled with full of hate, making your heart broke into a hundred pieces, “I will not forgive you!” She poisoned you with her tone, “I will –“ She took a deep breath, “I will kill you.”

“Freya –“ Kratos tried to say behind you, probably trying to make Freya come to her senses and see the real reason why you did this, killing Baldur.

You stopped him, “No,” You look at the Freya one last time, then, you turned to other side. “She already made her decision.” You began to walk, Atreus and Kratos behind you. All of broken pieces began to cut your flesh both inside and outside.

And from that moment, it didn’t stop at all.

Its preasure increased even. Every time Freya tried to kill you you felt a great pain because of pieces you had. She wasn’t loving you anymore, she just had pure anger towards you, making her to keep trying killing you. Even if you wanted to give her a chance, you had a promise; being hidden protector of Atreus. You was like his big sister, and you liked it. He was the reason how you hold into the life after Baldur’s death and Freya’s anger. However, whenever she attacked you, either Atreus and Kratos saved you or you found a way out of her presence in order to avoid letting her to kill you because Atreus and Kratos needed you.

The last time she tried to kill you, she stopped, because it was the moment Atreus turned to a bear, trying to protect you from Freya. While Kratos made him calm down, Freya looked at the boy in disbelief, regretting the times you said how you wanted to help boy because he was having some odd issues. Now, seeing it with her own eyes, she turned to other side, taking deep breath, she said, “I am not going to forgive you.” Looking at you directly, making your heart clench in pain but beat faster because of finally seeing her eyes closer. Oh, how you missed them. “But you will help me for something.” She pointed Kratos, “And you too.”

Nodding to her, you agreed on how you would help her to broke the magic Odin created in order to keep from realms except the Midgard.

Kratos and you had so many dangers on your way while helping Freya. She didn’t look at you directly but you could catch her gazes from time to time, especially after she turned into a bird and seeing her missing brother, Freyr. Freyr had same faith as you; hurting Freya. She wasn’t forgiving him, she was angry at him, like the way she was angry at you. You looked at her brother in the eyes, telling him the whole story you had with Freya, including killing Baldur, her son. He seemed sad too, giving you an understanding look. However, the journey must be continued, so, you followed Freya with Kratos to where magic land in the realm.

In the journey, Freya made sarcastic remarks. You hated how she was mad at you, was making statements that broke your heart. However, you had to endure for the sake of your love, your bond, if it remained same. You had to stay calm, not cry, not showing your emotions. You were here to help her, not making her regret to bring you with her.

As you made your way to where magic landed, a creature whose name was Nidhogg attacked you. As she said, it was protecting to magic Odin created and it must be died.

Not thinking twice, you and Kratos began to attack the creature, using your every skill and ability to help Freya, to give her freedom she deserves. After what you have done, helping her bring peace to your soul, making you feel better after a long time of grief. Without wasting a second time, you attacked to the creature again and again even if it cut your flesh, making you bleed all over.

The love you hold for Freya was still there, more than before. You loved her, you love her. She is the only one who you will sacrifice your life for.

And you did.

You sacrificed your life for her.

The moment creature saw Freya broke the spell, the magic Odin put, it went to attack her. Even though she was a powerful one, now, because of feeling a sudden joy, she wasn’t paying attention to the creature and Kratos was trying to stand up again after a heavy attack. Seeing the whole situation, you just stood there for a second, and then, your body moved before your mind with an instinct to protect her even if it meant death.

So, you run towards her, being a barrier between her and the creature, you looked at Nidhogg’s eyes. It was ready to kill you right there. You felt sudden cold, but your flesh felt so alive. As Nidhogg made its way to you, bringing wind towards your location, making it flowed from head to toe, you closed your eyes, thinking Freya’s eyes instead of the creature, you smiled; what a wonderful way to die for the sake of lover’s life.

“What happened?” A distinct concern voice filled in your eyes, making your body feeling like hell because of waking up, gaining consciousness.

“Nidhogg attacked,” Kratos’ deep voice came from other side. You didn’t know how it was good to hear his deep voice, it took your stress away.

“She needs medic.” Freya, the love of your life, spoke, sounding so concerned than others.

While voices continued to come from left to right, you tried to open your eyes. Lifting up your hand from cushions like ground, holding your chest in pain, a moan escaped from your lips and the moment you opened your eyes, you saw her face, filled with concern and pure pain.

“Y/n!” She shouted, holding your arms gently, “Shh –“ She said, “Hold on. Don’t push yourself.”

“She is right,” Freyr said, looking at your now pathetic and bloody body from head to toe in concern like his sister, “You need to rest. We will find a medic. Kratos,” He nodded to him as Kratos looked at you one more time, giving you a nod to say ‘you will be okay’ silently, then, he followed Freyr to search for a medic.

As they disappeared from the sight, you turned to Freya who was mixing some elixir in such hurry, scattering around like a madmen.

“Freya –“ You tried to say, feeling like thousands of needles were entering your whole body. There was so much pain. Not remembering how the creature attacked you, how you made out alive wasn’t any of your concern right now. You just wanted to spend time with Freya alone, not knowing whether you will die in a minute or not. “Hey,” You said again, trying to get up from the floor. She looked at you, anger in her face, “If you try to stand up, I will kill you myself.”

She pushed your shoulders gently and your pain left the body for a moment, feeling joy because of her touches instead of pain. How hungry you were to her touches. How much you missed them, missed her.

Trying to smile, you said, “Like you weren’t trying.”

“Hey,” She said, “If you don’t keep your mouth shut soon –“

“You know the ways to shut my mouth, love.”

You didn’t intent to say ‘love’ but feeling so much adrenaline on your body because of being at the door of death, you just showed your true thoughts and wishes to her. She should know you are still love her before death come and take you.

“Y/n –“

You nodded, “It’s okay. I am not excepting forgiveness from you because of being in a deadly state. I just want you to remember that,” You took a deep breath to continue because it was so painful to talk, especially when there were – probably – wounds on your chest. “I just want you to know that I feel no regret.” You referred to killing Baldur and protecting her life at the same time. She knew that too. “I loved you – and still, I love you.” You smiled, touching her forearm, “I will kill everyone else and myself to protect your life in return. You –“ You chocked blood. She looked shocked to see you in this state, so, she said, “Shut it out. We will talk when you are not chocking blood.”

“But I –“

“No!” She shouted. Then she held her head, looking so sad, dry tears on her beautiful face. “You will not die and I –“ She stopped only to start again, “I will not kill you.”

You felt sudden shock because of her confession. She was starting to forgive.

“Frigg,” You held her hand, “Do not forgive me out of pity.”

“No,” She nodded, holding your hand back, “I am not forgiving you entirely. I am just –“ She took a deep breath, “I just realized how much painful it is to lose you too. Seeing you all bloody – it made me feel sorrow.”

Both you and she began to cry, holding each other’s hands like you had nothing more in entire realms, “I will not kill you. I will try to forgive you.”

Her forehead touched yours.

You smiled, “And I will try my best to deserve it.”

Then, you connected your lips together, feeling her warm ones on yours. This was your cure. She was your only cure.

As you continued to kiss from gentle to passionate one, a fake cough from Freyr interrupted this intimate moment, “I think y/n found her cure after all. Isn’t this right Mimir?”

“Indeed.”

Freya looked at them for a moment; Kratos holding Mimir’s head in the air, Freyr right beside them, looking at you. “Ugh, leave us alone.”

Then, she connected your lips again and you could hear others moving away as you found medicine with Freya, the lover of your life.

END.

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