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thediktatortot · 1 year
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-Billy had always wondered what the hell he'd done in life to deserve Steve Harrington living in it. Not that he was going to question it because he knew damned well by this point he relied on the other boy too much to be able to part from him now.
He watches Steve mess around with the car radio while he drives, something that if Billy was the one driving, Steve would be giving him trouble for 'not keeping his eyes on the road'. Billy knows Steve has control issues when it comes to driving, but he still can't help roll his eyes when Steve does the exact same thing he yells at Billy for. The radio station stops, the intro to Just The Two Of Us turning up as Steve says "Oh- Yes. I love this song."
Billy shakes his head a little and rolls his eyes, a small smirk on his lips. "You have the most top twenty taste in music Harrington."
Steve gives Billy and exasperated look, "Hey! Just because it's popular doesn't mean it isn't good. It's a top twenty for a reason." He starts humming to the song's intro, eyes on the road as they drive down the back roads of Indianan to get back to Hawkins. "I see the crystal raindrops fall, and the beauty of it all, is when the sun comes shining through." "Harringtooon." Billy groans and rolls his eyes as Steve begins singing, and very flirtatious expression on his face.
"To make those rainbows in my eyes, when I think of you sometime and I wanna spend some time with yooouu. Just the two of us-"
"You're so embarrassing." Billy groans, feeling his cheeks heat up as he goes pink, his lips pursing in what he knows is a pout.
Billy and Steve's relationship is still pretty new, and there was an element of Steve's personality that was still pretty hard for Billy to handle. Steve is a very romantic individual once they made things official, his role as boyfriend being taken very seriously.
"Just the two of us! We can make it if we tryyy just the two of us-" Steve actually has a good voice when he really sings, often opening up like this solely in front of Billy because he knows Billy enjoys it.
But Billy would never admit that openly so he was glad Steve knew he liked it.
Billy thinks he knows why he can't join in with Steve as he sings so easily, can read himself well enough by now to know that everything that's wrong with him is because of the shame his father instilled in him his whole life.
Billy wants to but he can feel a pressure in his chest that keeps him silent as he gently bobs his head to the music because he can't say it's a bad song and Steve is right about popular songs being popular for a reason.
Billy's favorite from this year was "Holding Back The Tears". Not a song he'd ever be admitting out loud ever if he wanted to keep his musical dignity.
Steve keeps singing, a smile on his face the whole time as he knows it both enamors and embarrasses Billy at the same time, enjoying the stupid smile Billy can't wipe off his face the entire time.
"You love it." Steve says as the song ends, and a few seconds of silence pass.
"Hmm." Billy hums as he looks out the window, wishing he could stick his head out and cool off before turning to look at Steve. "You're a menace. I don't know why I ever agreed to date you."
Steve just laughs. "Mhm. Like I said, you love it." -
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hopelessromanfic · 5 months
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ainyan · 1 year
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📜 a cryptic letter - Kali to G'raha : D
G'raha shoved open the door to his room in the Baldesion Annex and slumped inside. He'd been worked to the bone the past few days between his research into the newly-discovered work rooms beneath the Crystal Tower and his continued monitoring of the Realm of the Gods.
He shuffled to his bed and sat heavily upon it, not quite up to disrobing quite yet. Reaching for the glass of water he kept at his bedside, his hand brushed against a piece of paper cleverly folded in the shape of a flower. Frowning, he forewent the drink and instead tugged open the note.
Dearest Raha,
I know that you are exhausted, and I would not blame you should you disregard this request, but I would appreciate it if you were to meet me on the greenspace near the Studium this evening at around ten of the clock.
Dress casual.
There was no signature, but he vaguely recognized the handwriting, enough to know that whoever had written it was someone he knew relatively well. A glance at the clock on his wall told him that it was seven - he had time for a short nap.
Groaning, he took the time to kick off his boots, then crawled into the center of his bed. Setting an alarm spell, he collapsed onto his face and fell asleep before his head hit the pillow.
(What letter should one of my OC's write next, and to whom?)
Thank you for the ask!
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I’m in a good mood. United have actually won 3-0. Would you like a snippet of either the Leila fic or the second part of the Alexia fic?
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hold-me-witcher · 2 years
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"When I'm high my skin gets all . . . Tingly," Jaskier said, his arms outstretched in a semicircle away from his body, eyes shut in concentration. "If I focus, I can make the tingle concentrate into one place in my body."
His lips parted in a gasp, and his eyelashes fluttered open to look up at Geralt slyly. "Right now I'm concentrating on my cock. I could probably make myself cum, just like this."
"Fuck," Geralt said roughly, then-"let me help."
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shycorvid · 24 days
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Just like how Jason Todd thinks he can help reduce crime by taking over and doing a better job of it, Tim Drake could do the same thing but with all those rogues with multiple degrees.
Tim- They won't have time to become rogues and hire minions if they're my minions first. The Rest of the Family (except Jason)- *concerned bat noises* Jason- *nodding* Makes sense to me.
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tragedykery · 1 year
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I ❤️ self-loathing characters, characters who struggle with monstrosity (either fearing or embracing it), characters who are so lonely, who have a gaping hole in their chest, who bottle up & repress their feelings, who claw their way up & have ambitions, who fall down & lose everything, who search for identity & purpose yet can’t see themselves outside of what others want from or expect of them, who are hurt & hurt others, who long & grieve, who lie & pretend. characters who are messy & flawed & human
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trentskis · 4 months
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Ibrahim Alagha, an irish citizen who was living in Gaza, gives his first interview after returning home to Ireland with his wife and three children
Ibrahim was also at the march yesterday, a day after he arrived in Ireland. a relative of his shared this:
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blessing Ibrahim and his family and hoping for the safe return of many others, remembering all those who didn't get the chance to reunite with their families 🇵🇸🇮🇪
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cacaocheri · 3 months
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thinking about how sun is a touchy bastard and needs to be soooo sneaky to get closer to yn
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TF141 reactions to "can you get this thing off the top shelf for me?"
inspired by @cod-dump's height hcs :)
chronologically:
you ask PRICE first. seems like a harmless enough question to you but he just says, "what kind of captain would i be if i solved all your problems for you?"
what the fuck, you think.
"you can do it," he says. "problem-solve. think tall thoughts."
then SOAP walks by, so you ask him next. he sees price standing there looking highly amused (and you looking highly irritated). soap would never, never miss an opportunity to cause problems on purpose, and if price is already picking on you, well...
you're relieved for half a second when soap reaches up and grabs the box you wanted. he opens it, grabs a handful of the granola inside (THAT YOU WANTED) and tosses it into his own mouth. then he puts the box back. on a higher shelf.
by the time GAZ notices what's happening, you're halfway climbing up the shelves to get it your damn self. he sees the shelves leaning away from the wall dangerously and obviously he pushes them back into place with one hand and pulls you back to the ground with the other. does not understand your exasperation with him; he was keeping you from cracking your head open??
so finally GHOST comes up behind you both and grabs the box you want. he turns. offers it to you. finally.
when you go to grab it from him, he keeps ahold of it and leans in. he would like you to share.
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tweedfeather · 3 months
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One day. 💕
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ink-ghoul · 3 months
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hermit fanon swap - an art game!
Reblog this to let your followers know they can send art requests to your ask box
if you are a writer you can also reblog this and make little snippets about hermits and their new traits
Vex!Grian and Avian!Mumbo as fun examples
Artless version behind the cut:
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ishipgenfics · 6 months
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Outsider POV on Somewhere Else Jonathan Sims must be just. so much.
Like imagine. You're part of a support group, and a new guy decides to join. You ask him his name and he says, "Jonathan," and then after a long pause, "Blackwood. Jonathan Blackwood. But call me Jon."
He doesn't like tape recorders. You only know this because the person who hosts the support group is into retro things, and tries to keep a couple around. She turned one on once when someone asked about it, and you noticed Jon clutching his nails into his hands so tight he's nearly breaking the skin. You lean over and whisper, "Do you want me to ask her to stop?" He says, "It's fine," and you nod, but you still try and change the subject whenever people bring up tape recorders from that point on.
He full-body flinches one day when someone says Hello, Jon. Nearly slams into a wall and everything. He tries to play it off, but after that people say Hi Jon, or Nice to see you, or things like that. Anything but Hello.
He says he used to work at a 'non-profit for studying the supernatural'. Someone asks where it was and he says London. You tell your wife about it, and two days later she emails you an article. Magnus Institute Burns Down In 1999. It was in Manchester. You tell her not to bring it up again.
The guy is snarky and blunt and downright rude at times, but when a woman comes in and tells them about being trapped in a empty warehouse for a week, he comforts her in a way none of the rest of them know how. "I believe you," he says, repeats it like a mantra, like a prayer. "I believe you." He says 'I'm sorry' less like he's sorry this happened to her, and more like he's taking the blame onto himself.
He talks about Martin, sometimes. His reason, he calls him. Normally you'd point out that while it's of course good to love your partner, you should have other reasons to live, but you stay quiet. This guy needs all the happiness he can get.
You leave a little late that day, and when you do you hear him on the phone talking to someone. "She'd been touched by the Lonely, Martin!" he says. "Which is bad, of course, but--" he seems to choke up, "Martin, I didn't feel any compulsion for a Statement. A-at all. I think it's really gone."
You just walk by.
You don't know what's going on with Jon, but it really isn't any of your business. You're an anxious queer lesbian and he's a traumatized ace guy, and you aren't going to make his life any harder than you have to.
Just. Jonathan Sims in a support group.
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beif0ngs · 7 months
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ONE PIECE OPENING 25 || THE PEAK BY SEKAI NO OWARI
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kvothes · 8 months
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thespacedragons · 1 year
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I have a scene I want to get out of my head so I’m writing it I guess. (Not part of a fandom, they’re original characters just so I don’t accidentally confuse you with names) This ended up so much longer than I thought it would I apologize.
(Possible trigger warnings: mention of wound(repeatedly), sedation (Technically?), knife, sorry if I missed anything)
Eiron had just lured the hostile magic user away from the nearest city. It had been a task to get him away from the person he seemed to be going after, but she’d done it. Now they were deep enough into the forest that she didn’t have to worry about anyone else getting caught in the crossfire.
She turned to attack him, but there was someone else right behind her. And they were approaching quickly. She grabbed a couple vines with her magic and grew them up in a cross to block the stranger’s advance. She stumbled back a little before regaining her footing and taking a few leaps further back, not taking her eyes off of the stranger. In the same motion, she threw some seeds towards them.
The stranger initially jumped back from her cross of vines before approaching them curiously. “These aren’t attacking me,” they stated, looking up to make eye contact with Eiron.
“No?” Eiron didn’t know what else to say, she hadn’t meant to attack them so obviously the plants wouldn’t. Eiron could see the stranger more clearly now, and he didn’t look human or fairy. His hair was pure white, but his eyes were a deep, glowing, gold. That was a trait that was only common among demons. “Who are you?” Eiron was careful to keep her tone level, not wanting to jump to conclusions, but not wanting to risk anything either.
They simply cocked an eyebrow. “A bit rude to ask for an introduction without giving one yourself, wouldn’t you say?”
The trees shivered behind Eiron and she threw a handful of seeds that way, quickly capturing her original target when he emerged in an attempt to surprise her with vines encompassing his body.
“Again the vines don’t attack.” The stranger took a few steps forward, and Eiron moved the crossed vines in warning.
“I don’t want them to, so no, they don’t.” Eiron snapped, more on edge by the second.
They didn’t stop moving, so Eiron used the handful of seeds she’d thrown earlier to trap the gold eyed stranger in their own cocoon of vines. Now that they weren’t so much of a threat, Eiron turned back to the one she knew was hostile, writhing to try to escape the vines.
Eiron regretted that simple action, as there was a small hissing sound behind her, and by the time she’d whipped back around, arm instinctively pushing the hostile away from the noise, the stranger had gotten behind her, arms pinning her against them, something sharp against a wound made earlier on her right shoulder, and a hand placed warningly against her neck.
“Why protect him? Hmm? I can feel your anger towards him. Either kill him or tell him to get out of here so we can have our own chat, yeah?” The stranger moved his hand off her neck, giving her left arm more room to manipulate the vines around the hostile.
She dropped the vines quickly and roughly towards the ground, causing a startled yelp. She began to release the vines, but then tightened them around his throat and said, “If you ever do anything to that village again, or any village for that matter, I’ll hunt you down and end you, understood? Now get out of here.” She released the vines, not waiting for nor expecting him to say anything.
After he had run out of sight, the stranger pinned her arm again, once again resting their hand on her throat. “Now,” they almost purred, “Let’s talk about those vines you’re using, hmm? I’ve never heard of a human who could use them without anger turning them violent, so what kind of anger do you have to make them so calm?”
They assumed her human, good. That meant they would let their guard down a bit. “I’m just not angry.” Not a lie, but not enough to satisfy them either. Enough to buy a little time to think, to feel, to find something that could grow in a way that would help her.
“Ha!” The disbelieving laugh nearly stabbed the sharp object into Eiron’s wound, making her hiss quietly. “Humans can’t control those vines without anger or fear. Frankly, you don’t seem very afraid, too much confidence for that.”
Eiron wouldn’t call it confidence, well, maybe, but more in her abilities than herself. She had found the perfect thing to help her, wild lichen, and through her magic, it became longer, stronger, just long enough to quickly wrap around their neck and pull them back, Eiron going limp and ducking down as it did so. Eiron ran several leaps before glancing back, just in time to hear a hissing sound as the stranger dissolved the lichen to nothing.
A second later, she was pinned, thrashing, to the ground. They flipped her over to face them, and to put the sharp thing, a dagger as it turned out, against her wound again.
“Now, now, that won’t do. Perhaps I should cut your legs off so you’ll answer my questions.” They grinned as Eiron shuddered at the prospect of having another set of limbs lost. “So, let’s try this again, shall we? How is a human controlling those kinds of vines as you are? A human shouldn’t be able to-” Their eyes widened, and for a second Eiron thought they had figured it out, but then they asked, “What are you doing? Stop.”
Slightly more pressure on the dagger, and Eiron hissed. “What are you talking abou-” Then she felt it, her vision blurring gently, thoughts becoming less solid. Black faded in from the edges of her eyes until she could no longer see, she thought there might have been weight on her, pain from somewhere. And then she lost consciousness. 
When she awoke, the first thing she felt was the pain in her shoulder, she reached up, and found that it was wrapped. She sat up and looked around, she was in a cell. Worse, she was in a cell with the golden eyed stranger, who was already awake.
“Morning.” They smiled. “So, I take it you didn’t do that.”
“We probably got too close to a midnight lotus. But how did we get here?”
“Oh, don’t take my greeting as permission for small talk. I still want to know the important answers.”
“Unfortunately,” Eiron said, sickeningly sweet as she flicked her fingers and vines from outside made an extra wall in the cell between them, “I don’t want to give them to you.” She’d left one hole, just large enough for them to make eye contact from their respective sitting places.
“How cute,” he hummed. “You think that’s enough to stop me from getting to you?” He disappeared from the hole for a minute, then his voice dropped threateningly, “What did you do differently? Hmm? Why can’t I-” He stopped and then his face was in the hole. “What did you do?”
Eiron smiled innocently. She’d simply used some of her pure magic. More energy, but worth the outcome apparently.
The sound of keys jingled outside the cell, and soon enough, two guards came into view. “Who. Did. That?” One of the guards asked, pointing at the vines down the middle of the cell. The other had obviously done something to implicate her, because the guard’s eyes flicked to them before coming down on Eiron. “How did you do that? We took your seeds.”
Eiron’s hand went absently to where her belt should have been as she responded, “There were some outside, also, I’m merely protecting myself from them. I haven’t done anything illegal so why am I here?” She moved her thumb in the direction of the vine wall and the one behind it.
“Not done anything? You just confessed to making that wall, using those vines is illegal because of the damage they can do! You’re lucky they aren’t spitting acid at you right now.” The second guard spoke, the first one nodding. “Now, what are your names so we can put it on the record for who’s in here?”
“I think you should give us your names first.” The stranger said. Was he a fairy, then?
“You can call me Fernt, and you can call him Lirna.” One of the guards responded. A good response when dealing with a possible fae.
“Very well, you may call me Maerthskar.”
No, no, no no no. They hadn’t just said that. That couldn’t be true. Eiron’s eyes widened and she couldn’t help but look at the wall she’d grown. Maerthskar could not be free. Not after what she’d sacrificed. So they were a demon.
“What about you?” Lirna tapped the bars a couple times to get her attention.
“You may call me Skir for now.” It meant grounded, in her language, as in flightless, cursed to walk. Fitting.
The guards walked away, presumably to write down their names, and Eiron stood, walking towards her wall of vines, shrinking it quickly, feeling the other trapped now in the corner. She released their face. She knew that her eyes were no longer gray, but the blazing lilac of her fury.
“Oh.” He quirked an eyebrow, but she tightened the vines before he could speak further.
“How are you free?” She asked, loosening the vines just enough for them to breath and speak.
“How? As if they’d tried to keep me in. I just poked through the flimsy layers.” They were almost laughing.
It took everything inside of her to not crush their throat. “You ‘poked through’ the layers? I sacrificed my wings to contain you, you should not have been able to ‘poke through’ anything.”
“A fairy, then. That explains a bit. Unfortunately, I felt no fairy magic in my bindings, I had a fun time, too. I’d poke through one layer of magic and they’d hastily put up more even flimsier layers. You gave your wings to the humans, such misplaced trust.” They sounded almost sympathetic at the end, and her blood boiled because of it.
The guards jingled back down the hallway, and she walked to the door to see them, forcing herself to calm down just enough to make her eyes gray again. “Where am I? What city?”
The guards looked at the scene in the cell, but didn’t seem too bothered by it. Pretentious. “Tern city.”
Perfect, she could settle this quickly. “I would like to speak to the Lord Nerthin, please. Tell him he owes me a favor.”
The guards glanced at each other. “Lord Nerthin died a few years ago, and his son has been ruling for seven years.”
Had it been that much time? “Then tell Caenin I want to speak with him.” The guards began to shake their heads. Eiron clenched her left hand, vines encompassing the demon’s head. “Just tell him that Eiron wishes to speak with him, and that she wished to use his father’s favor. It won’t hurt any of you to do that. He can refuse, although I wish him not to.”
The guards left, and Eiron released Maerthskar just enough to let him breathe. Her anger seeping back in, she hated feeling angry, but they’d killed so many, family, friends. To think that the humans might have asked for her wings, only to use flimsy spells to keep Maerthskar in check? It made her furious. She should just kill him right now, ancient laws or not. Immortal or not. No. It would be too much of a hassle to find their soul should she kill this body.
Sooner than she would have expected, she heard hurried footsteps down the hall. A young man that bore no resemblance to the child she last saw save his emerald eyes came into appearance.
“Eir-” he stopped as she jerked a finger to her mouth, eyeing the other in the cell with her. “I am so sorry! Also, this is not how I am going to make you use father’s favor, I will let you out.”
“Caenin, how is Maerthskar free from where they should be?” Eiron knew her eyes were still violet, and she was trying to sound calm, but she was anything but.
His eyes widened. “What?! How long has? How?”
“I do not know. But since they are free, I know that my wings were not used to keep them trapped. I know you will not use the favor to release me, I have a different favor in mind. So, Caenin, where are my wings?”
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