#listen i was in a mood

[emchant3d]

It’s the fourth time this week Eddie’s been late without a phone call.

Sure, his job has him working weird hours - Steve gets it. But he also knows his schedule and he knows the days Eddie works at the bar til close and he knows the days he’s supposed to be home before dark, and he hasn’t had a closing shift once this week. 

Yet he came home near ten tonight, and Steve had been worried and nervous and yes, sure, a little - a lot - insecure about it, and maybe he’d lashed out first, or maybe Eddie had, Steve doesn’t know, but he knows they’re standing in the living room shouting at one another and it’s all coming to a head and he can’t stop himself, can’t keep from getting loud and angry and–

"Do you even want to fucking be here?" he yells.

"Not when you're acting like this!" Eddie says, and Steve's throat goes tight like there's a fist wrapped around it. 

Not when he's acting like this, he thinks. Not when he's being too needy. Too pushy. Too demanding.

Something in his brain feels like it rewires. Their relationship flips on its head, and suddenly fear is coiling in Steve's stomach, not anger. 

He'll lose Eddie if he keeps pushing like this. If he demands too much of his time, pulls him away from what he'd rather be doing, makes himself too much work, he'll lose him. Eddie always said he wasn't going anywhere. That he loves Steve, wants to be with him, will never get tired of him. Steve was a fucking idiot to take that at face value.

He feels sick to his stomach. He wants to apologize, wants to tell Eddie to forget all about what he said, wants to show how sorry he is, but between one moment and the next he's feeling like a guest in his own home, and he's very familiar with how it feels to be unwelcome.

So instead he shakes his head. Eddie wants to be left alone, probably. Doesn't want to see Steve when he's mad at him. Doesn't want to deal with him. He'll make himself scarce.

"I'm staying in the guest room tonight," he says stiffly, and turns away, only faltering a little when Eddie mumbles 'what the fuck ever' behind him. He flinches when Eddie slams the front door and closes the spare room so quietly it barely even clicks.

– Eddie gets home late.

Like, late-late. Steve hears the front door open as he's staring at the clock on the bedside table, the bright red numbers burning into his vision. Why did they even put a fucking clock in here, he thinks. It's the guest room. Why did he insist on furnishing this room like someone might live in it? Like this was a home people would be in and out of, like their family would come and stay with them long enough to need an alarm clock on the bedside table?

Desperate, a voice in his head hisses at him, desperate and needy and full of wishful thinking that someone would want to stay around sad little Steve Harrington long enough to need anything--

Eddie's coming down the hallway. He's trying to be quiet, but he forgot to take his shoes off at the door and his Reeboks squeak a little against the hardwood. It's a familiar sound. Comforting, usually. It's how he knows his honey's made it home safe when he's out late, that tell-tale squeak and the little stumbles when he's tipsy and making his way through their home after a long gig.

There was no gig tonight, though, and Eddie's footsteps are steady and even despite the soft sound of rubber on wood. He isn't drunk, Steve doesn't think - and is that better or worse? That he left after a fight and didn't even go somewhere to drink it off. Where has he been, if not their usual bar to think about what they'd spat at one another, trying to think of solutions, of apologies?

And is Steve really owed an apology? He was overbearing. He was pushy. He was demanding and authoritative and too fucking much all over again, and Eddie lashed out in response, and does Steve deserve an apology after all that? He's been going around in circles with himself all evening about it, arguing in his own head, saying yes I deserve one because my feelings were hurt and no I don't deserve one because I lashed out first and how does he answer this for himself? He doesn't know.

He knows he'd do just about anything to make the empty feeling in his chest go away, though. Knows that he'd shove his hurt away and eat his words and apologize to Eddie and never, ever push again if it meant he knew where they stood. If it meant Eddie would forgive him and never storm out like that again, if it meant Steve knew he wouldn't be left alone like this to wonder if Eddie was coming back.

And he feels so dramatic - he can hear Robin's voice already, telling him it was just a fight, that there's no reason to get this worked up about it, but Steve can't help it. Slammed doors and loneliness are the soundtrack to his childhood and he can't help the panic he feels when someone he loves leaves.

"Do you want to be here?" he'd asked, like a fucking idiot, and Eddie hadn't said yes. Steve swallows around the lump that's taken up permanent residence in his throat. Reaches to swipe a hand over his face, rubbed raw, eyes burning with tears he won't let fall because what right does he have to cry? He brought this on himself. He always brings it on himself.

Eddie's feet are still squeaking their way slowly down the hallway, he's trying not to wake Steve - or is he just trying not to be noticed? Impossible, if Eddie Munson is in a room Steve is going to notice, how can he not? He's been yanked into that gravitational pull and there's no escape for him, not anymore, he's a moon circling around the solar system and Eddie is the sun, burning bright and pulling focus and what is Steve to do in the face of that?

He keeps his eyes fixed on the clock. Watches the display change when a minute's passed. Feels his heartbeat stutter when Eddie's shuffling, squeaking steps pause outside the guest room.

They keep a hall light on at night. It's on a dimmer, turned down way low, but neither of them do well with complete darkness. Too many nightmares, too many shadows haunting and hunting the both of them. Steve can see the muted glow of it from beneath the door.

He can also see when Eddie comes to a stop because his feet block that light. Two shadows in the doorframe, obscuring the soft haze of warm orange that creeps in a half-moon over the carpet, and Steve stops breathing. There's a soft shifting noise, fabric over wood, a gentle thunk when Eddie leans against the guest room door, and Steve almost calls out to him. Almost says I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, please don't leave again, please don't leave me, but the words stick in his throat. Ball's in Eddie's court, as it should be when Steve fucked up so bad, when he tried to ruin it all, when he made Eddie so mad that he left when he promised Steve he would never do that. Eddie's a good man. Keeps his word. Steve's the problem, Steve is always the goddamn problem, always will be, ruins and stains everything he fucking touches–

The shadow disappears. Steve squeezes his eyes shut so tight he sees lights popping behind his lids. Those shuffling squeaking steps continue their way down the hall. Steve feels like he's going to throw up but he didn't have dinner so there's nothing in his belly but bile and nothing comes up even though his throat is tight and his stomach is fucking rolling.

The bedroom door - their bedroom door - creaks on its hinges. Steve keeps meaning to put some WD-40 on it but he kind of likes that it makes a noise, that when he's asleep it's just loud enough to wake him halfway and tell him to anticipate the warm wash of tobacco and sandalwood that will cloud him when Eddie slips beneath the covers. Lets him know he's about to be grabbed and groped a little bit, sweet little kisses pressed to his shoulder and neck and jawline until he's got a face tucked into the curve of his throat, until he's giving a sleepy smile and winding his arms around a trim waist and dragging Eddie in close, sputtering and laughing tiredly as wild hair gets in his face and mouth before he falls asleep again, wrapped tight around the love of his life.

None of that tonight, apparently - and he doesn't blame him. No, he hears the bedroom door creak and it feels like a punishment that he deserves and his eyes burn and burn and burn and his face is wet now, he can't help it, and he wipes at it again angrily, takes the soft blanket to his face and why is it so soft why does Steve try so hard when he knows he won't get anything back why does he try to build a home when he's never had one and never will and is going to lose the one he's clawed onto so desperately and tried so hard to keep–

The door creaks again. Steve takes a stuttering breath. Eddie's steps are soft now as they come down the hallway, bare feet on the floor, almost silent as he creeps his way closer. Steve clenches his teeth so hard his jaw aches, anything to hold back the sounds he wants to make - he can't let Eddie hear him. He can't let Eddie know he's crying. That's manipulative, isn't it? Crying in front of the person he hurt? He won't do it, won't be that selfish, but that shadow appears at the base of the door again. Steve can't help the shaky inhale he takes, and it sounds so fucking loud in the quiet of the guest room, choked and echoing. 

"Baby?" Eddie says, voice low and quiet, rapping so gently against the door with one knuckle. "You in there, Stevie?" 

Just the sound of him is enough to send his heart crashing around in his ribcage, fluttering and jumping and making Steve tense. He wants to answer but he can’t get the words to form, his throat feels sealed shut, and he wonders if he should answer even if he were able because what could Eddie possibly have to say right now? It can’t be anything good and Steve doesn’t know if he can take it right now, in this room that makes him feel like a guest in his own home - but isn’t he always a guest? Isn’t that what he’s made to be, a temporary stop in everyone else’s story?

But he’s not ready for Eddie to move past him yet. Not tonight. Let it happen in the morning if it has to happen, let him put this off just a little longer. Just please, not tonight. Not yet.

But Eddie’s never been known for his patience, and the click of the latch has Steve slamming his eyes closed. Too late to roll over and hide his face, but he’s got enough time to duck down and tuck most of his features into a pillow. He tries to let his body relax, to let the tense lines of his muscles uncoil and his shoulders drop and his fists unclench, but he can’t tell if he’s managed it and the ache in his palms from his blunt nails tells him maybe he did, but it won’t help much.

Eddie makes his way across the carpet in silent steps, and the mattress dips with his weight as he sits on the edge of it. Steve’s fingers twitch to reach for him, but he just curls them into the sheets instead and hopes the motion looks absent enough to have happened in his sleep. 

He smells sandalwood and tobacco and feels the warmth from Eddie being so near but it feels like there’s a wall between them, one he can’t cross even if he tries, one he’s barred from so much as touching. 

He works hard to keep his breathing even but it’s hitching now and then despite his best efforts, shaky and too loud in the silent room, but he keeps up the charade even though the end of it all is perched right in front of him. And it’s Eddie who puts an end to it. It was always Eddie who was going to put an end to it.

“I know you’re awake,” he says, and Steve squeezes his eyes tighter like that’ll make it untrue, like he can just drift off in a second if he wills it hard enough. Eddie shifts on the mattress, and Steve curls tighter into himself. “Let’s just hash this out, huh? Get it over with.” Steve bites his tongue so hard he thinks he might taste blood. It’s that simple for Eddie - but it’s always simple, isn’t it? Cut and dry, plain as day, Steve is the only one who can never see it coming, it’s written on the goddamn walls for everyone else.

He risks peeking through his lashes but Eddie’s got his back to him so it doesn’t even matter, not really. Eddie isn’t looking at him and so Steve allows himself to look, takes in the hunch of Eddie’s shoulders, the curve of his spine beneath his thin pajama shirt - he’d changed, when he’d made his way through their creaky bedroom door, took off his clothes and put his pajamas on and kicked off those tennis shoes, they’re probably in a pile at the foot of the bed for Steve to trip over and he will miss tripping over them, he’ll miss it terribly.

He wonders if he’ll need to move. If he’ll have to find a new place and separate out all of their things into his things, if SteveAndEddie’sStuff will become Steve’s stuff and Eddie’s stuff. Or maybe he’ll just start staying in this guest room, maybe that’s why he furnished this room so completely, because somehow he knew he’d end up alone in it.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, and Steve inhales sharply.

“Don’t,” he says, and somehow he keeps his voice steady.

“So you are awake,” Eddie says, and he tries to sound teasing, sound playful, but it drops like a stone in this space between them. No room for levity in the dark cloud Steve’s filled this room with. He wishes he could be easygoing and let go gently, but it’s Eddie - in what world could he take losing him graciously?

“Yeah,” he says, and he stares at Eddie’s back as the other raises his head, but he still doesn’t turn to look at Steve, and he wishes he could at least look him in the face when he rips his heart out of his chest.

part 2

#steddie #steve/eddie #stevexeddie #eddie/steve #eddiexsteve #steddie fic #my fic #listen i was in the mood for steve whump and i won't apologize for it #don't worry there's plenty of eddie whump coming in part 2 i promise

[alpacacare-archive]

he dont bite

#repostober #day 13 yyaayy #deltarune #undertale #gaster #wd gaster #what inspired this was an old dadster painting i saw that drew the skelefam as realistic skeletons and depicted gaster as #a skull without teeth #so i looked up what a skull without teeth looks like and !!!! look its uncanny!!!!!!! i had to draw him like that #i love looking at this cus while drawing it i was in a super nostalgic mood and listened to a bunch of my childhood songs (in my native) #so while this could be interpreted as me trying to draw something scary #whenever i look at it i immediately feel the warm fuzzies i felt while drawing it and listening to songs kid me liked #to me this is a drawing of a childhood friend #anyways jhdks.. #i tried to make the triangle shape under his head in the og sprite his rib cage #sort of morphing and contorting out of his melting body #also i tried to make the body of the sternum of this rib cage (the piece between the two sets of ribs) look like his soul #just some details i liked about this :'))))

[juniper-clan]

MOON 18: Oh Shit She’s Feeling It (pt. 1)

PREVIOUS l NEXT

#warrior cats #clangen #clangen warrior cats #warriors oc #wc #wc oc #jcmoons #oh man that’s embarrassing #I dedicate this to all the angry / embarrassed cries out there………. #I also dedicate this to MC Ride from Death Grips because of course I listen to them #I wonder what kind of mood she will be in back at camp #oh shit I’m feeling it #takyon #hell yeah fuck yeah I feel like killing it #takyonnnn #shout out to everyone who reads my tags to further understand me and are only more confused

[dizzybizz]

smooch sketches

#hi ive been listening to oh why by the fur. a lot and its got me in a mood #dont be surprised if i go on a kazurei spree lmao #buddy daddies #kazuki kurusu #rei suwa #kazurei #fanart #my art

[kunikidas-lost-glasses]

Okay but Gojo raised two children at 17/18 alone with like zero experience on how to be a good parent while he was training to become the strongest and shortly after loosing his best friend who had also been the one he had been in love with in one of the most horrendous and cruel ways possible all while keeping up an incredibly cheerful and carefree personality.

You can't tell me that this man wasn't emotionally, mentally and probably also physically exhausted during that time.

#Doing all of that is honestly so impressive #And doing so while being at a bad place in life/struggling with mental health makes it even more difficult to manage #I like to think that Nanami and Shoko kept checking on him frequently despite him saying that he was fine and didn't needed any help #He was just 17/18 at that time. He was so young. #Hc: When he had a moment for himself in the evening when the kids were already in bed he would just sit in bed and stare holes into the air #he would do so for nearly one hour unless one of the kids would call for him which happened rarely #shoving only tiny parts of headcanons which aren't bsd related into the posts which aren't bsd related so that I can still publish them #Listening to sad songs while my mental health is getting worse again really sets the mood for this one #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojo saturo #saturo gojo #megumi fushiguro #tsumiki fushiguro #fushiguro tsumiki #geto suguru #suguru geto #satoru x suguru #satosugu #jjk gojo #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #not bsd related

[ferngle]

needed to take a break from animating, so I drew a grumpy <3

#I Come home from work eat dinner and then animate #Life's good! #Not joking. I am very happy #Listening to 16bit while typing this #It puts you in a good mood #And to get back on topic #I really like how I drew him in this #The style was clicking #ferngle art #doodles #shadow the hedgehog #sonic adventure 2

[niccoguedes]

BABY SAID...

Hello, thank you for the support on my BG3 fanart. 🔥❤️

Some of you asked for individual full shots of them, so I decided to make it. There's an interesting suggestion with Shadowheart and Karlarch I might do as well...

"Can I use it as wallpaper/screen cover?"

Sure. Just don't remove my signature or modify the drawing.🤘

"Can I print it on my own?"

If possible, please consider supporting me via INPRNT. If you can't, ofc, I won't hold you, go on, print it and later drop me a coffee at ko-fi, darling! You can also share some cents via paypal. Send pics as well of your achievement. For personal use only. 🔥

"Can I print it to sell, use commercially?"

No. Unless you pay me 100kUSD.

🇧🇷"Tem print?" Para sua felicidade, sim. Só me enviar comprovante de 50$ no pix: 51648094000140 e endereço de preferência para o e-mail: niccoguedes @ gmail.com . Envio no tamanho A4 com rastreio.

#bg3 fanart #while shooting this: #halsin took off his coat after 1h #Karlach didn’t stop quiet. the photographer had to use high speed cam #Gale talked with Wyll every break #Astarion was too concerned if the camera captured him #turns out yes #and he couldn’t stop bragging about modernism #Shadowheart listened to Maneskin and is a Victoria fan now #Lae’zel wasn’t in the mood. She accepted anyway. #Small astarion agenda #Astarion being small even in heels #Pathetic little man #I love you #hazeilus #fanart #brazilian artist #bg3 astarion #tadpole gang #larian studios #baldurs gate art #i love larian #baldurs gate 3 #astarion fanart #shadowheart fanart #laezel fanart #gale dekarios fanart #wyll fanart #karlach fanart #halsin fanart

[ylceon]

you smell like spring

#honkai impact #bianka ataegina #rita rossweisse #my art #durarita #drawn while listening to tila by clara benin i was in an uwu mood the whole time

[nothingbizzare]

Bored for being lonely

#this was the most complicate art i did #LIKE GOD HELP ME #thought that he is all alone in his apartament doing all this things on his own #nothingbizzare art #i like the teru who lays on the floor staring into the celling listening to music #such a mood #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #teruki hanazawa #hanazawa teruki #mp100 fanart #mob psycho fanart

[tumbleweed-run]

Still

Gale/Reader 2nd Person POV

You serve as a cock warmer for Gale back home in Waterdeep.

(Warning: cock warming, creampie, and breeding kink(vague but added for safety)

“Gale,” a whine escapes from you against your will. If you had any sense left you’d be ashamed of how needy you sound, but sense had abandoned you long ago. It feels as if you’ve been like this for hours

“A little longer,” Gale coos distractedly into your ear. Despite his words, he keeps writing with no sign of stopping. 

Despite the fact it isn’t particularly a warm day a thin sheen of perspiration has coated your entire body. Wearily, you drop your head onto Gale’s shoulder and focus on the sounds of the wave crashing below the balcony. A breeze dances across your naked skin, teasing relief for just a brief moment before the air is still once again. You inhale shakily, allowing your eyes to drift shut as you try to relax. Every muscle in your body is drawn, taught with the effort it’s taking not to move. 

Gale seems oblivious but there’s no way he truly could be. (gods you hope not) The only thing that gives him away is his cock, rock hard and buried deeply inside of you. The rest of him seems unaffected and focused on whatever it is he’s writing. Unlike you, he’s fully dressed, only the placket of his trousers is undone, allowing his cock to nestle inside of you.

It’s not painful but gods, do you ache. He feels impossibly deep, as if your bodies have settled around each other and yours has drawn him in further than he’s ever been. There’s a burn deep inside your belly, too, and your half convinced the second Gale begins to move that you’ll come immediately. You want to move so badly, it wouldn’t take much to just rock against him. You’re finding it hard to think of anything else. 

At first, you’d tried teasing him. Fluttering your cunt around his cock in an effort to distract him, but Gale would have none of it. His only acknowledgment of your efforts was a quick pinch to your nipple before dropping his arm down around your waist. He might not be holding you down, but the promise is there if you were brave enough to try moving on him. The closest your daring had gotten was a shiver as you realized. 

So you sit, aching and trying desperately not to whimper as the only movement from Gale is the gentle sway of his arm as he writes. 

You don’t even notice when it stops at first until he drops his quill. The sound like a bomb in the silence. Somehow your body manages to tense even more in anticipation. 

“You’ve been so good for me,” Gale praises softly in your ear, his voice rumbling his chest at your back.

Your body trembles. You’re not sure if it's from anticipation or exhaustion. 

“What do you want my love?” He asks softly, the hand from around your waist gently smoothing up and down your stomach. 

“To move,” you’re nearly begging. 

Gale laughs. “Since you were amazing, how about I move?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, instead both of his hands drop to your hips as he gently rocks his own upwards. Realistically you know he can go no deeper but the movement alone is such a relief that you almost sob. It doesn’t take much - only a few more thrusts and his hand dipping down between your folds. His fingers barely brush against your clit before you’re sobbing loudly as you come. Gale holds you tight against him, rocking you through the waves of your orgasm. 

Once they subside, your body becomes lax, your muscles no longer willing or able to hold you up. Gale isn’t deterred. Instead, he grips onto your hips and lifts you slightly - beginning to fuck into you in earnest. He’s chasing his own orgasm now, each stroke upwards is simply for his own pleasure. And you allow him body limp, head lulled back onto his broad shoulder jostling with each movement. The slick sounds of his cock pistoning in and out of you fill the room, drowning out even the sounds of the waves below. 

It should be degrading, the way Gale’s using your body. 

You love it. 

“So perfect,” he grunts into your ear, “so perfect and soft for me.”

Everything you know about this man tells you he’s close. From the rippling of his stomach against your back, to the way his moans are punched from him. You’re entire body is bouncing with each thrust, his hands move behind your thighs opening you wider for him. Gale comes with a thrust so hard that his entire chair scrapes against the floor as it moves with the force. You can feel him spending into you, warm pulses paint your insides. You can’t do much but whimper as he pins you against his thighs as he fills you. 

“So perfect,” he whispers this time, a few minutes later as your skin cools in the evening air, “you are so perfect.”

#gale x reader #gale x female reader #listen I was just was really in the mood for cockwarming gale #also I got an anon request for warming AFTER i'd written 95% of this #nonny I see you - we're on the same page. I swear i'll make it bloodweave x tav later

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Mks so good at pretending he's a silly goofy guy he's got the entire fandom fooled

#knox rambles #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid mk #he is he IS but just listen #L I S T E N #goofy airhead? silly little goofy guy? u fools hes said so himself he does it to lightwn the mood #L I S T E NNNNN

[kenchann]

RYUU

i made another yuu but instead of being isekaid to NRC he got to NBC www ( him and rollo get on each others nerves…. at first ( ͡o ͜ʖ ͡o) )

#twisted wonderland #twst #ツイステ #ツイステッドワンダーランド #mmarts #twst oc #twst yuu #i guess #oc: ryuu #rollo flamme #twst rollo #LISTEN ever since roro ssr dropped im going craaaazy and in the mood for nbc ocs

[lunarharp]

if i just told you i love you would this world change

#witch hat tag #orufrey #these kinda suck lol i feel like i cant draw right now *irritated sigh* BUT I FEEL EMOTIONS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #if you are gay go watch good omens season 2 right now. NO YOU DONT KNOW THO!!!!!!!!! #i know being this affected by good omens is probably cringe. I dont care any more. the last 1 minute of good omens season 2 was #some of the most affecting acting i've ever seen in my life. sometimes someone acts with the force as if their entire career led to that #like during the credits part the very end im not even talking about before that. holy god #aziraphale i know everything about you. i know what you are feeling right now. i can see everything on your face. we're going to make it #ER.... NOT THAT THIS HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS POST. IT'S NOT SPOILERS !!!!!!!!!!!!! #I JUST FEEL THOROUGHLY CHANGED !!!!!!!!!!! SHIT GETS REAL FROM NOW ON.. LIKE IN GENERAL! IN MY LIFE! #tormented gay love tormented gay love TORMENTED GAY LOVE TORMENTED GAY LOVE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #btw the first 3 images were drawn earlier with an entirely different feeling and an entirely different mood. #Why do you keep pulling away from me? #It is because i love you that i do this #the lyrics from one of my japanese orufrey songs (A SONG THAT THE CREATOR LISTENS TO!!!!) led to feelings #“あなたが知らない私を残さず見ててほしいの” but i'm not translating it cause it just sounds weird. if with his eyes oru's asking “WHY don't you want #to let me in? to see all of you?“ those lyrics are like ”I actually want you to see every last bit of the parts of me you don't know“ #oru you have no idea how much i want to lay bare my whole soul for you #maybe it's an alternate version of chapter 40. to me #i need to draw something really fucking good or i'm not going to forgive myself. i will not rest in this life #until i have made the orufrey that fully satisfies me nor until i have seen what the manga is leading to #NO STORY MEANS ANYTHING WITHOUT TORMENTED GAY LOVE AT THE HEART OF IT. THATS THE HEART OF THIS WORLD!!!!! #........... so Hi im normal :) haha *goes and finally makes breakfast*

[portablenetworkgraphic]

shilo is just such a fucking compelling character because hes NOT a good person but no one including him seems to really recognize that. like he always gets what he wants. he has no real understanding of the value of a life that's not his own; he dominates people with reckless abandon, he has other people get him blood, and yes he was stifled all his life but he was still a prince. so when faced with the reality of his sins and faults, i mean . of course he's not going to want to acknowledge that. and so he doesn't. because he always gets what he wants. and i'd imagine it's especially hard because he doesn't know whether all the bad things he's done have been choices he's made or if it's just in his nature to manipulate and control everyone he meets. i mean it's a scary question. which one is worse? he tore out his own eye without hesitation and it just fits maddeningly well with the willful ignorance he's displayed from the beginning. it's just so much easier to be able to look away. so far he hasn't had to face any consequences. i think his story has always been and will always be a tragedy

#disclaimer i havent listened to 11 yet #jrwi #bug*collection #the suckening #shilo bathroy #sorry im in a shiloposting mood. everyone needs to know hes my special boy

[dragonsbluee]

I'm trying to count how many times Hiccup is captured/kidnapped throughout both series, the movies and the short films, so here's my criteria:

Any time he is unwillingly moved from one location to another by a dragon, viking or other character.

This includes any dragons picking him up and flying off somewhere, even if he is okay with it later.

This does not include when Toothless/his friends drag him off to show him something.

Any situation that prompted the dragon riders to rescue him.

Any plans that involved him giving himself up or joining up with a villain/antagonist.

This does not include the time he and Dagur were trapped on that island together.

Any time he is tied up and led somewhere or locked up/held in place with a guard.

Here is the list of situations I have compiled in (hopefully) chronological order:

HTTYD

Congratulations, no captures or kidnappings.

GIFT OF THE NIGHT FURY

When Meatlug (accidentally) brings Hiccup along to the Rookery.

RIDERS OF BERK

S1E6 - Hiccup gets taken to Dragon Island.

S1E16 - Hiccup is captured by the Outcasts on their island.

S1E19 - Alvin Captures Hiccup and Toothless at the "Isle of Night".

DEFENDERS OF BERK

S1E20 - Hiccup gives himself up to Dagur as part of his plan with Alvin.

RACE TO THE EDGE

S1E1 - the Dragon Riders get captured by Daugr on a hunter ship.

S1E7 -The twins put him in prison (this one's just here because I think it's funny).

S2E6 - The Dragon Hunters capture him.

S2E11 - The Dragon Riders get captured trying to save the Skrill.

S3E1 - Hiccup is captured by Dragon Hunters while trapped on an island with Dagur.

S3E8 - Hiccup and Toothless get caught in a Dragon Hunter Trap and are kidnapped and forced to participate in dragon fights.

S3E12 - Viggo captures all the Dragon Riders at the auction.

S3E13 - The Defenders of the Wing capture the Dragon Riders.

S4E3 - First Hiccup is caught by Amos and Berthel.

S4E3 - Then he's caught by Savage.

S4E3 - Then Krogan gets him after Throk saves him.

S4E3 - Ryker captures him for the tiniest bit right before the riders arrive.

S4E10 - Hiccup is caught with Ruffnut when he tries to rescue her from Viggo's trap. Unlike the other traps, he needs the other dragon riders to rescue them.

S5E2 - The Sandbuster captures Hiccup and Snotlout.

S6E8 - Viggo hands Hiccup over to Krogan as part of their plan.

HTTYD 2

Valka kidnaps Hiccup and Toothless.

HTTYD 3

Grimmel captures the dragon riders.

HOMECOMING

Once again, no captures of kidnappings

Up For Debate:

There are a few situations which technically fit the criteria, but I'm not sure if they fit considering the context of the show:

S5E5 - the riders are stuck on Vanaheim, guarded by the Sentinels. (Rtte)

S1E3 - This is a technicality, but when Hiccup joins up with Dagur to keep him away from the other dragons. (Dob)

EDIT: I forgot that even though my criteria says that the time Dagur and Hiccup are trapped on that island together (S3E1 of RTTE) doesn't count, because he is joining up with an (at the time) antagonist, there is a moment when Hiccup is captured by Dragon Hunters near the end of the episode.

After careful discussion (aka me ranting at my roommate) S4E10 of RTTE is also moving from "up for debate" to the official list. These changes are reflected above.

This brings our official count to 22 captures/kidnappings!

Honestly, the hardest part about this was finding the distinction between being captured or being trapped and what I wanted to count. When Hiccup isn't captured, he spends a lot of time in traps.

#httyd #how to train your dragon #hiccup and toothless #hiccup haddock #Listen he gets captured/kidnapped an absurd amount #I just wanted to tally it up #race to the edge #defenders of berk #riders of berk #Someone who has read the comics please let me know if he gets captured in those #it's hilarious every time though #dragon riders #how to train your dragon 2 #httyd thw #shoutout to S4E3 of rtte for inspiring this #hiccup has four main moods: captured trapped kidnapped or nerd #whump i guess

[dailynakaharachuuya]

And, despite everything, we meet once again.

#bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs chuuya #bungo stray dogs dazai #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bungou stray dogs dazai #bsd #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #skk #soukoku #school au #(I am not very happy about the clouds!!) #(But adding more colour doesn't help heheh I think it might be the over all shape of it) #(No matter!! I will keep practicing!) #(I was listening to all of luck lifes BSD endings while drawing this.. felt right for the mood) #(I'm probably not going to be able to draw anything until.. either sunday or monday) #(So this is the last one until then!)