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artofgerald · 1 year

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Um

I shall also share my versions of Steve, Alex and Herobrine <3 UOGUH

#minecraft #minecraft art #minecraft steve #minecraft alex #minecraft herobrine #herobrine #character design #original character #procreate #steve x alex #?=[×)=<???hello #minecraft wither #minecraft ravager #minecraft warden #t4t #minnjord

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waambles · 9 months

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⭐️BODACIOUS⭐️

Just an excuse to draw t4t Bill and Ted enjoying pride lol, aswell as share my headcanons for them. Bill is pansexual, alloromantic, and a trans guy. Ted is also a trans guy, bisexual with a HEAVY preference for guys, and aromantic. I don’t really think Ted’s the type for hooking up with people, so he’s sort of homiesexual lol only really getting intimate with ppl he becomes close with as friends. He’s not demiromantic, he just prefers to be friends with people first. Him and Ted are in a very relaxed queer platonic relationship, as they are forever eachother’s number ones. They’d definitely love pride you can’t convince me otherwise.

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xenioshelios · 5 months

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Inspired by this post of incorrect quotes by @mcbender10

Here i introduce my other main merlin bbc ship, such an underrated one, i love my boys, true to the original script as well X)))) (Gawain and Lancelot definitely had sth going on lol) completing my duty by making some cutesy fanart for them <33

Dedicated to my friend @eviltoxicmosssauce that appreciate this ship as much as i do X)))

Incorrect merlin quotes series 10/?

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jimblesjumbles · 1 year

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Ugh them<3

If you couldn’t tell Snorpy and chandlo are my favourite characters.

#digital art #art #original character #transmasc #bugsnax #bugsnax fanart #bugsnax grumpus #snorpy fizzlebean #chandlo x snorpy #bugsnax snorpy #bugsnax chandlo #chandlo funkbun #t4t mlm #jimbles

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nekhcore · 3 months

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what if i just started posting all my toxic t4t yaoi here. what then. is this anything

#trans #art #ftm #t4t #ftm t4t #original character #lgbt #lgbtq #oc art #trans man #ah yes #my favorite ship dynamic #incomprehensible supernatural entity x just some guy #sylvan #calem #secondborn #living stars #nekh draws

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reverielibrary · 17 days

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"Do you truly mean anything, Sir Knight?" asked the princess.

"Anything," said the knight. "I'm here for you, Your Highness. Whatever you need, you have only to ask."

Like a draft creeping in a window, she slipped over to him, drifting as close as she could without touching him.

"Kneel."

The command was soft, sweet. In no hurry. The knight hesitated, busy fishing his mind out of the gutter.

"Is kneeling not part of anything?" asked the princess, tilting her head. "Go on."

The knight had no words. He did as he was told, dropping to one and then both knees. As he would normally tower over her, in genuflect his eyeline was level with her bust. He didn't know where to look, but she did not leave him to figure it out on his down. With cold fingers, she took his jaw and tipped his chin up to lock their eyes, hers heavy-lidded and creased with a satisfied grin.

"Keep doing just as I tell you. And no more hesitation—have faith in me and show me your devotion. Understood?"

Starstruck, the knight nodded. A shiver possessed him as the princess ran her nails through his beard, a fond scratch.

"Good. Sit on your heels."

The knight lowered himself, face now at her belly. He had never before noticed how sheer her nightdress was, and with a hot flush he saw she wore nothing beneath it. The princess' hands moved from the knight’s face to her skirt, gathering it up from her ankles to her knees, then her thighs, then her hips. The knight dared not look upon her bare exposed flesh without permission, keeping his gaze locked with hers.

"Thinking about you does this to me, Knight," murmured the princess, glancing down at herself. "You've given me many undeniable calls of the flesh that I've had no choice but to answer with my own hands. Tonight, you're going to take care of what you've done yourself. Do you understand me?"

The knight swallowed his welling spit to keep from drooling as he spoke. "Yes, Princess, I do."

The princess smiled down at him. "Very good. Now open your mouth."

#queer nsft #trans nsft #t4t nsft #writing #knight #knights #princess #knight x princess #princess x knight #short fiction #fiction #fic #original fiction #fantasy #transfem nsft #butch nsft #bitesize reverie

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hg-deranged-edition · 4 months

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My contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race! @akichania YOU ARE NEXT.

(WARNING FOR SUICIDAL IDEATION)

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He lay across from him, fast asleep at night. Eyes fluttering gently in his sleep, off in a dream Steve would never hear about. Chest rising steadily, breaths deep and even, with the lightest hint of a snore accompanying him. Steve couldn’t help himself, he extended his hand and lightly cupped his cheek, to feel it’s warmth. Hot, as Billy usually was during his slumber.

Ever the light sleeper, Billy’s eyes instantly snapped open, mind lagging behind. When recognition flashed across his face, his eyes softened and his lips curled into the slightest smile. Steve’s heart swelled at the love he found inside them, the vulnerability he found within both assuring and terrifying. Steve knew he couldn’t really help when Billy was in trouble.

Billy murmured a sound that was probably meant to be questioning, and Steve just hushed him, trying to coax him back to sleep. Maybe curl him up into his arms so that Billy couldn’t leave. Billy just grasped his hand and held onto it, terribly, terribly gentle. Affection Steve didn’t quite deserve or earn.

With great effort, Billy’s tired mind managed to collect enough coherence to ask “’Was wrong?” and Steve cursed himself for not being able to get himself together enough to save face in front of Billy.

He hadn’t been sleeping.

Couldn’t, really.

“I’m just,” he began, “I don’t. I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’m just kinda upset.” Billy’s hand tightened ever so slightly, brow twitching together in worry. He was quiet for a moment before muttering “You’re not ‘just upset.’ You never are.” he paused, looking deeply into his eyes, and Steve found it horrible that Billy knew him so intimately when he didn’t deserve someone so… well, whatever Steven is.

Incapable. Is probably the word he’s looking for.

“You don’t gotta tell me,” Billy began anew, “but you have to know I care, right? So like, I can listen to you, even if it doesn’t make sense, and only you know what you’re talkin’ about. Gotta repay the favor and everything, right?” Steve nodded, not quite trusting himself to talk. He found the way Billy looked at him unbearable; so imploring and kind. Defenceless. It’s a beauty that suited his face, really. Billy laid their hands betwixt them on the mattress, and Steve felt a lump form in his throat.

He wanted to get closer so bad. He wasn’t quite sure he could do that without crumbling.

Despite himself, Steve felt himself speak.

“I. I’m just, I’m so sorry, fuck, Billy. I’m fuckin- dumb as shit, slow and I can’t even see what’s right in front of me, and I can’t even take care of myself.”

Billy’s face saddened, and he crawled closer to Steve. “Steven. Steve no, don’t say that, baby. You know you’re not stupid, we’ve talked about this before.” Steve hiccuped at that, and his first tear fell. “No, no I’m just. I can’t help but feel it. Dad’s right, I’m fuckin stupid as shit, I can’t do shit and I can’t even get college. I don’t understand things even if they’re repeated to me a thousand times and I- I can’t even-” at that, Billy just smushed Steve’s face into his chest, and held onto him tightly. “I don’t know what you’re on about. Your dads the dumbass, not you. It’s not your fault the man can’t explain things right and then gets mad at you for his own mistakes.” Billy pressed a kiss atop his head.

Steve just weeped at that, because Billy didn’t understand. Steve’s failure was Billy.

He completely, and utterly, failed him. Didn’t recognize that Billy needed help until it was far too late- his body having received permanent damage already and only awaiting it’s final blow. He should have noticed- should have realized that something was wrong, not clutched on so tightly to his and Nancy’s joke of a relationship. Should have gotten his head out of his ass and seen the reality in front him instead of being so damn hung up.

Because Billy was dead now. And Steve would never get him back, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he turned the past over in his mind.

Billy was still shushing him, arms crushing him as he only wailed harder. Couldn’t seem to be able to stop himself from crying, either, judging by the wetness seeping into Steve’s hair.

“I don’t understand,” he whispered, “baby, why are you acting this way?” His hand was petting through Steve’s hair, a thousand gentle, repeated kisses gifted like they could ease the hurt away. Steve’s head hurt from crying, the sheer force of his sobs giving him vertigo. The last time he cried that hard was a week into the future, and for this past body, it was when he was 9 years old and begging his parents to stay back home.

Eventually, Steve managed to calm back down. Belatedly he noticed that Billy had been patting his back and murmuring a lullaby. One he realized was probably among the last few remnants of his mother’s love. “Thank you,” he muttered, “for everything.” His throat was hoarse. Billy just kept singing with a slightly pained look on his face. He closed his eyes and feigned sleep.

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When Billy’s breaths evened out and his arms loosened, Steve opened his eyes again listlessly. And did nothing. For hours.

He was tired. So fucking tired. From crying, from watching but too afraid to really touch. He was promised an eternity with his love. He couldn’t wait for it to be over.

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He felt himself begin to slip away, eyes unfocusing through their drought. He’d probably wake up again in a moment, beholding a sleeping Billy from the start all over again. Maybe he’d be too exhausted to keep up any facade of humanity, maybe Billy would curl into him and he’d shatter all over again. Maybe he’d just observe. Silent.

In the beginning, he’d really thought he only wanted this, this last moment with Billy, for all eternity. Now he understands that this stagnant memory was never what he truly wanted from Billy. Sure, he’d wanted one last embrace with the love of his life, not for closure, though. No, never for closure. The mere thought of it repulsed him.

No, he wanted to continue on with Billy. He’d only made a pathetic display of humility, a request born from fallacy. He wanted to wake up together, light streaming from the curtains, feel the warmth of morning. Wanted to get up and bake and make coffee and crack shitty jokes with the guy. Wanted to tangle his hand in his hair and feel disgust when it came back greasy. Wanted to live a life with the fucker.

This wasn’t a life shared together. It was anything but. It was a mockery of their love, the epitome of their shared fatal flaw. It was Billy desparate for Steve to open up, to tell him what’s wrong, and Steve’s throat closing up, locking down. It was Steve getting exhausted from asking where Billy got all his bruises from, only to be met with aggression. It was Billy being on the verge of crying when Steve still held onto the agony from his last relationship and couldn’t focus on Billy’s love.

And, a few days into the future, it would be Steve not recognizing that Billy was acting wrong. That his cold demeanor was caused by more than just a petty argument.

This, this situation, was sleeping with a cooling corpse. Getting lulled back into sleep every time panic ripped through his central nervous system. Being mocked with the face of his lover caring for him, when his own care wasn’t sufficient enough. By god, he should have picked Billy up long ago, thrown him onto the backseat and driven far, far away from here. To hell with everyone else.

But it was too late now, sin rooted too deep into his foundations. This was all he had left.

He sunk his fingers deeper into Billy’s, lashes fluttering lethargically. He should be grateful. Death doesn’t feel so permanent when the star of the funeral was right next to him. Most people yearned for this moment right here, no matter how grotesque.

Still, he couldn’t wait to be dead.

Feeling Billy’s pulse thudding against his skin, Steve sunk back into sleep, hoping to dream of tomorrow before he woke up again.

#billy hargrove #harringrove #steve harrington #stranger things #billy x steve #drabble #harringrove relay race #once more imagine they are t4t and I simply did not elaborate #this was originally supposed to be part of a larger fic btw describing Steve looping through waking up at least 2 times before this and #slowly revealing the true circumstances he was in #and he was supposed to be super lovey doves in the first part start showing cracks in the second and break in the third #but in the end I lost the internal mapping I had for that version. now we have this one #this wasn’t what I was originally gonna post btw I was gonna post art but that one struggled with me too hard. ok bye!!!#suicidal thoughts tw

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the-gothmother-writes · 15 days

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