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croutonconfidential · 2 years

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if gotham had a guardian spirit this is absolutely what i belive gotham worl look like

the pins on her trenchcoat represent some rouges or key parts of Gotham (who is technically 'they' on account of... what's the proper pronoun for a city? cuz i don't know but let's go with 'she' cuz i can't imagine Gotham being a 'he' for some reason but 'they is valid since Gotham is a city and therefore beyond gender) and all the little pins she wearing represent either rouges or key parts of what makes Gotham (since its probably hard to see them here's a list (there's one for the penguin. riddler, two face, Wayne tech and the court of owls, and i guess the batterangs and fear bombs in her trenchcoat pockets count for batman and scarecrow, there's even a bangle over her boot for cat woman cuz i love her and i want her seen)

cuz of the cannon fact that Gotham is built over a Lazarus pit i had this idea for it being why Gotham has a spirit, that and the ley lines, door to hell(whatever the heck it said on the wiki cuz there's different earth where all those things are cannon either way) Gotham is probably one of the few cities with a spirit

i totally headcanon her bleeding Lazarus juice/ectoplasm-ish stuff (i got inspired from danny phantom dc crossover talk sue me) and since she represents the city itself i feel like her appearance would shift a bit, like the colors of her clothes would shift a few shades to match with the majority of what Gotham's people are wearing or smething like that

oki story with the pearls I Imagine after alls said and done(ie: nerfing joker and victor szazs and fixing the city up) Gotham goes up to bruce and gives him his mothers pearls from the night she and Thomas got murdered and they're all stringed back together and cleaned up expertly (cuz Gotham is all its people, that includes the swanky people that know how to take care of pearls so id assume she can get that knowledge easy cuz if Gotham is Gotham id imagine her being omnipotent in city limits) and she just gives him a hug cuz goddammit she may have gotten sick and tired of the revolving door of rouges but the bat clan was the some of the only people trying to fix and change Gotham for the better instead of just surviving and living in their comfy little boxes

(omigod there should be this thing where Gotham mothers all her babies as cryptid mom. every parent is triple parenting with Gotham and not even knowing it. let her find all the lost toys and stuffed animals that kids cant get cuz they left it somewhere they couldn't retrieve them. show me Gotham ghost nanny! this would hit all the feels. and she'd parent everyone cuz every person that lives in Gotham is her baby, no one is safe from the love of Gotham.)

and oh dip Gotham, my babe, she would have felt really sad ending joker cuz clown or not that was one of hers and she knew who he was before the chemical jacuzzi happened but she knew that joker was only a shade of who he once was and now he was an infection of crazy that was screwing up the city

it would have been like cutting out an infected wound and cauterizing it, painful but necessary but painful nonetheless

and Gotham was still Gotham her people's blood flow in her street andinto her storm drains. she knows violence, Gotham is only as capable as her people, she would be brutal when seeking her dues because the property damage hurt her form, from the body to her clothes but most of all it hurt her citizens and so many are dead

but even in her crusade, there are those she doesn't touch who some would argue should not have been spared of Gotham's retribution

but the thing is that while Gotham couldn't stand by anymore to watch the serial killers run rampant Gotham is a city of crime, its been a constant since its inception, and even the rouges belong to Gotham. she was covered in blood and she will die in blood but she refused to drown in it

crime is what defines Gotham, there's a dark and lightness to every city but Gotham has always been a little darker than most. and some would argue that it's that darkness that makes Gotham whole

after all, even bats retire in their caves when the sun comes up

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2 (i thought youd like to see this since you had ideas for this and i dont know how to fricking approach people on tumblr so this is how im doing it, but anyway thanks for being a major source of inspo for this!)

#this is somehow turning into a fic #i didnt sign up for this #i just wanted to draw #dc #dcu #spirit of gotham #fanfic ideas #im bullying bruce here #gotham looks kinda pasty ngl #its cuz she dont get any sun #dc fanart #kinda dc x dp

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lovesickeros · 9 months

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☆ glimpse of divinity

{☆} characters lyney, neuvillette [ separate ] {☆} notes cult au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 0.8k

× neuvillette

The first time he sees you strolling the streets of Fontaine with a glint of wonder in your eyes, he thinks he must have finally lost it. He has to rub his eyes and check a few dozen times before he's certain that you are, in fact, real and not some figment of his imagination conjured by a lack of sleep and overdose on caffeine.

..Though now that he gets a better look, it's not quite the same. Like a smudged painting, he thinks. Still, the uncanny resemblance to the visage of the Divine One has him lingering around the area just to stare a little longer, a deep, devoted sense of affection bristling beneath his skin.

And then you turn sharply on your heel, staring directly back at him, and he feels a sudden wave of embarrassment and something akin to shame.

Archons, he'd just made a fool of himself, hadn't he?

He quickly turns away, clearing his throat and hiding his embarrassment behind his hand. Though it does not seem to deter you, the soft tap of your shoes growing closer until you were peering up at him with wide eyes.

"..Hello." He offers awkwardly, a little too stiff and a little too formal, but you don't seem to mind in the slightest. He knows that your appearance, your vague similarities to the Divine One are mere coincidence, but it does not stop his heart from skipping a beat when you smile up at him. "I– apologize for being so uncouth and staring, it's just.."

His voice trails off into a breathy exhale, his hand twitching on his cane as if he wanted to reach out and touch you..but he restrains himself in time. He could not make a bigger fool of himself – he would never hear the end of it from lady Furina.

"You remind me of someone."

He decides, readjusting his hands on his cane as he bows his head for a moment is a show of genuineness, though it must look awkward with how stiff his body feels.

Yet he cannot help but want to get closer anyway, to hear the silky lilt of your voice grace his pointed ears. This is as close as he will ever get to the Divine..he is a weak man, he finds, as he offers a hand to you.

"I understand if this is a bit..forward, but would you mind joining me for tea?"

× lyney

He is a master magician – his entire work is built on keen misdirection and sleight of hand, but even he stumbles for a minute thinking he'd seen an illusion in your warm smile and striking features. Almost an exact copy of the Divine One, yet not quite..

Still, it's enough to pique his interest – enough, too, to give him the confidence to slip into your conversation with ease, all smiles and the slip of a card between his fingers.

"Hello, stranger – I don't think I've seen you in Fontaine before," He laughs, his hand reaching around to rest gently on your opposite shoulder, his voice a ghost of a whisper in your ear. "Say, could I interest you in a bit of magic?"

He perks up at the way you seem to light up like fireworks at his offer, a spark almost like recognition in your eyes he brushes aside – he's quite well known, after all.

"Good! Now, if I may just borrow your attention for a minute.." He grins, stepping around you and turning sharply to face you, his hand outstretched with a deck of cards in his hands, face down. "Let's start simple, shall we? I shan't overwhelm my audience – pick a card."

He holds the cards out again, his features twisted in something like awe, though he hides it well.

His heart flutters at the briefest of glances of your hand against his as you pluck a card from his hand, and he quickly retracts it, reshuffling the deck with a broad grin and a wink.

"Do your best to remember it! If you could return it to the deck.." The card is placed back in it's place amongst the rest, and the magic begins!

"Now then, let's see..hm," He hums for a long moment, the silence filled by the constant shuffle of cards until he suddenly plucks one from the deck, flipping it around for you to see. "Is this your card?"

He frowns when you shake your head, almost pouting, before he lights up again and steps forward.

"Ah! How foolish of me, I missed it..it's riiight here, see." He winks, reaching behind your ear..and pulls free a card from seemingly thin air. He flips it around for you to see again, and when you tell him it is, in fact, your card, he flips it around again.

And before you can see it, he's holding a rainbow rose between his fingers, his hand outstretched as he bows.

His eyes glint with a sort of wonder as he looks at your features, his smile widening a fraction.

"Well, dear stranger? Did you enjoy the show?"

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #fic tag #neuvillette #lyney #basically reader IS the creator but since the statues of you were built on vague descriptions its a bit off from your actual appearence #so everyone jsut thinks ur like #blessed or smth #anyway can u tell i love fontaine.#furina isn't here bc pt 2 of my prev fic somehow turned into focalors only and i need 2 save my brain power fr That #anyway enjoy these drabbles i wrote in like 5 minutes gn zzzzzzzzzzz #i just needed a breather from that long fic bc im DYING over here lord

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hozukitofu · 23 days

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idk what's weirder for iruka: konohamaru becoming a jounin sensei or shino becoming an academy teacher and both of them are his colleagues now instead of former students. one is a reformed prankster carbon copy of naruto and one spoke maybe four words to him during the entire time he knew the kid. imagine running into them in the staff room. i would need to leave immediately.

they also refuse to call him without honorifics or if this is a modern AU - mr umino/sir/sensei. iruka tries so hard to make them comfortable and feeling like they're his colleagues, to no avail. they got as far as 'iruka-sensei' and then promptly faltered.

all the little students look up to iruka as a superhero. their teacher's teacher. none of that silliness where they don't respect him - his disappointed face is lethal

#iruka umino #naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto blank period #potentially boruto?#konohamaru sarutobi #shino aburame #academy teachers #technically konohamaru wouldn’t interact much with iruka but imagine that #the prankster kid you have so much trouble with is now teaching #it would be so awkward but i like to imagine iruka really took shino under his wings as a mentor #shino after iruka handled a difficult student: sensei i would die for you too #the few times shino can call in an adult-er adult #for a while shino kept coming over for dinner because he and iruka get super into lesson planning #workaholic kkir husbandos lolz #shino inadvertently the reason a mutual pact of 'no work at home' was put down in kkir household #because shino is there so kiba invites himself over too #then hinata is also there and well kurenai is also here with baby mirai #kakashi can't even say go home i order you as your hokage because 'you are not hokage at home'#somehow this turned into a kkir fic lmao

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allthegothihopgirls · 17 days

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time loop au where jason's stuck reliving the day of his death. he wakes up already trapped in that abandoned warehouse, and has to ensure that bruce is able to find him before the bomb goes off, or escape and locate him himself.

he tries so hard and exhausts almost every plan he's been able to think of, at the same time experiencing every single variation of joker torture and then some. there was even one day where joker wasn't his captor at all, batman was. he's lived through hundreds of days of it before he finally breaks the loop.

and the way he does it is by doing nothing at all, and letting himself die with no hope in the possibility of bruce saving him.

#+ the implication that on that one day batman was his captor. jason still had hope that he'd save him somehow #bonus points if it turns out the time loop was the trial the lazarus pit put him through to revive him #was thinking about that one movie 'happy death day'#someone make this a fic i BEG #jason todd #dc comics #dcu #dc #joker #dc batman #time loop #robin #red hood #gothihop speaks

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sukuna-sucker2 · 5 months

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Thinking about heien period yuuji being in a forced marriage with Sukuna.

They're both not ecstatic with each other but hey jujutsu sorcerer politics and all that so they tolerate each other at best.

But then soon Sukuna starts to respect Yuuji due to his strength and powers.

They spar, they have dinner together, and soon they start actually bonding and spending time together.

Then, Sukuna has to go away due to a territory problem, forcing Yuuji to stay at the palace.

But Yuuji can't simply stay still so he follows Sukuna and finds him at a brothel.

Sukuna would normally visit brothels to relax and indulge in himself but ever since marriage he hasn't visited one but hey what's wrong with visiting this time? It's not like his wife is watching him

Yuuji catches him in the act and he's pissed off but most importantly disappointed

He goes back to the palace, sulking in bed all day that it actually worries Uraume

Sukuna finally comes back home and is not welcomed at all by his wife who's ignoring him and giving him the cold shoulder

He's not pleased so what does he do best other than fighting? Fucking

He doesn't even wait till nightfall when he fucks an inch of Yuuji's life

Yuuji is still mad at Sukuna so he does his best to seem he's not affected at all- covering his moans, keeping in his whimpers and groans- the only indication he's somewhat affected is the blush on his face

But Sukuna will not be satiated till he hears his wife's voice, calling him so sweetly and beautifully. He'll break Yuuji even if it means fucking him for a week straight

Yuuji breaks on the 2nd day but Sukuna doesn't stop

That monster keeps going and going till Yuuji has to beg him to stop but even then Sukuna only allows him for a bathroom break or to eat food

By the end of it, Sukuna is satisfied. Yuuji on the other hand? Less so but hey he just had the best multiple orgasms of his life so he's not complaining

#sukuita #was this whole elaborate plot just an excuse for sukuita marathon sex? yes. yes it is #I'll turn this into a fic so dw they'll actually resolve the whole brothel thing somehow

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fabbyf1 · 2 months

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Use Your Hands (And My Spare Time)

“You want GP to sit in a chair and... what? Watch me fuck you?”

“Yes,” Charles replied grumpily.

“And you want him to talk me through it like I’m on a hot lap?”

“Yes!” Charles said, a little less grumpy and more relieved.

"You want Gianpiero Lambiase to tell me how to fuck you,” Max clarified.

OR: The GP Fic™

Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen/Gianpiero Lambiase | 15k | Read on AO3

Part III of lestappen + guest series.

#........ hi besties #REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE ALL JOKING ABOUT ME WRITING THE GP FIC?#well guess what it was never a joke #this was supposed to be a crack fic and somehow turned into....... this #I AM SO ENDEARED BY GP OKAY #gp fic #my fic #fic rec #f1 rpf #AO3 #charles leclerc/max verstappen #gianpiero lambiase #charles leclerc/max verstappen/gianpiero lambiase

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evankinard · 1 month

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hear me out kitchen scene is literally going to be eddie going over to buck's to let him know him and marisol broke up and hes going to be like lmao guess we're both single now still want to go go karting 🤪🥰🥳!! and bucks going to be like... about that...

@chronicowboy and I were literally discussing this exact scenario a week ago (minus eddisol break up lmao) but legitimately. legitimately I think there is a very very high chance of this happening. specifically a callback to the go karting and eddie trying to make time for buck only for buck to be like oh. I actually have plans. with tommy. and coming out to eddie

#do yall actually remember me saying i was getting the strongest urge to figure out how to write a fic cause i had a very specific scenario #in mind #it was literally this lmao #it was before we knew the kitchen scene stills were from 705 so i actually thought buck would apologize to tommy before the end of the #episode and tommy would ask him to dinner (NO chin grabbing in my scenario they were leaving room for jesus)#and then eddie would come over and be like okay talk to me. and when buck admits he's felt sidelined and jealous he would apologize and try #to make up for it with the go karting rain check #and then buck says he has a date with tommy blah blah blah #sorry i blacked out remembering how different everything is from last week and how it somehow turned out to equal the most delusional spec #we could ever make #crazy. Crazy #911 spoilers #weewoo brainrot

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peterstrk · 2 months

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“When will you stop calling me Mr. Stark?”

“I don’t know… never? It is your name, yeah?”

“Uh-huh, I know it, but Pete, you know you can call me Tony, right? Or anything you want, for that matter. You have my permission, sweetheart.”

“Oh, Sweetheart, I like it! Anything I want, huh, Dr. Stark?”

“Ugh… I brought that on myself, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did. However, I have a question to ask you.”

“Sure, ask away.”

“Um, I know it sounds silly, but I can’t help but feel like you’ve lived all these moments with others too. And no, I don’t judge you or anything, but it’s just… everyone you’ve ever been with has had the privilege to call you by your name and just… ugh, what I’m trying to say is, I love you, Mr. Stark, I truly do. But I want to come up with something that would be only mine! And I’m rambling again, I’m sorry… Anyway, my question is, can you wait for me to do that, please?”

“Oh, Pete, I didn’t know you felt this way. I’m so sorry you’ve gone through so much distress because of it. But Pete, sweetheart, the love of my life, never, you hear me, never question yourself around me, okay? I can’t change my past actions, but I don’t even remember their names, honey. You are the one for me… all I can think about all day is you and just how much I love you.”

“It’s always Peter,” Tony whispered, looking deep into Peter’s eyes and leaving faint kisses across his face. Peter’s bright, relieved smile reassured Tony that everything would be alright.

“Thank you…I think I came up with something for just us. What do you think of Anthony?” Peter said teasingly, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. Tony’s eyes lit up with amusement. He was all too eager to hear his boyfriend call him that.

“I love it, Peter. Anything you want, sweetheart, anything you want,” he replied with a hint of amusement. If anyone who knew him saw him now, they could easily tell how fond he was of the young pretty man standing before him.

#so honestly i had no idea what i was going to write #it’s my second attempt to write some cutesy fluff and everytime it’s somehow turning into angst #this one i could save but i couldn’t save my first attempt lol #i will probably post my first attempt later..like laaater when i turn it into angst with happy ending #i need happy endings #it was all them gents and ladies #like they are stupidly in love ladies and gents #starker #idk what this is #spiderman #tony stark #ironspider #everything can be starker related🤫#starker fic #idk what tags to use #i’m anxious #don’t judge me #too harsh pls🥺#they are in looove #peter is insecure smtimes #but tony will always reassure him!!#i love them so much like ugh #i will write #my request nonnie it’s just that pete and tony smtimes change the plot entirely #im soo sorry 😭#ficlet

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livwritesstuff · 5 months

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Steve is in the kitchen, their ancient landline pressed to his ear and an incredulous expression on his face as he stirs a pot of pasta boiling on the stove.

“I just —” he stops as he’s interrupted by whoever’s on the other end of the call, “—Tracy, why do you think Moe did it?” he pauses again, “Okay, why do you think Moe helped Grace do it?”

He’s silent for another little while, and Eddie sees his eyes narrow (a common state for them to be in when talking to their neighbor Tracy Baker).

“Okay, well I’ll talk to Moe, but until you can give me anything definitive that actually shows she was involved, I’m not gonna make her — what was it you said? Reap the consequences of anything.”

A moment later, Steve is hanging up the phone.

“What the hell was that about?” Eddie asks, but Steve just shakes his head. He follows as Steve walks over to the stairs and calls, “Lucy Maureen Harrington!”

There’s only silence for a long moment, and then a faint, “Yeah?”

“Come downstairs please.”

“Explain,” Eddie says, bouncing on his toes as they hear Moe’s bedroom door open.

“That was Tracy—”

“Yeah, I got that part.”

Steve nods, “—who thinks Moe had something to do with why the Fox News channels on all their TVs are suddenly password protected.”

Eddie lets out a choking laugh, “Oh my god …and Moe…”

“Absolutely had something to do with it — but there’s no way in hell I’m letting that woman — who did the sign of the fucking cross in our doorway the one time she had to come into our house — get the satisfaction of—”

Steve stops as Moe appears at the top of the stairs.

CONTINUE ON AO3

#steve enthusiastically elected to raise children with eddie and is somehow still surprised when they turn out to be conniving schemers #also warning: eddie goes p much entirely by ed in the fic bc sometimes that's what happens when you get older #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson

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fragilecapric0rnn · 11 months

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[series now cross-posted to ao3! stay tuned for more! ] Have been watching a lot FRIENDS lately bc its one of my and my gf's comfort shows and, of course, i cannot stop thinking about Stranger Things-ifying the hell out of it. the vision came to me SO CLEARLY [PART 2]

Sitting around the coffee shop that is basically a second home to the gang.

Nancy sits on the chair across from Argyle, one leg tucked under her, legal pad balancing on the arm, a pen being held between her pointer and middle finger, tapping incessantly on the pad. The other hand tucked into a fist and holding up her chin.

Argyle sits with his legs draped over the arm of the oversized chair, flipping through the latest Steven King book, one arm perched behind his head.

Jonathan has the NYT crossword in his lap, Robin peering over his shoulder, making him nervous.

A normal Saturday afternoon routine for the group of twentysomethings. The rain from outside softly hits the windows nearby, complimenting the soft chatter and gentle clanking of dishes.

But Robin can only seem to focus on Nancy's damn tapping.

"Nance?"

"Hm?"

"I'm gonna need you to stop tapping. I'm trying to beat Jonathan's puzzle."

"Just take it," he hands the paper over to her, annoyed.

"No! It's more fun when it feels like I'm beating you."

Jonathan looks over at Nancy, who is staring blankly at the wooden support beam a few feet away.

"What's going on Nance?"

"Nothing." Her pitch high, grabbing the rest of the groups attention, so much so that they all inch closer to her chair.

"Sounds like a whole lotta nothing," Argyle pulls a nearby chair up next to hers flipping it around and resting his forearms on the back of it.

Robin sits on the ground next to her and Jonathan takes a seat on the coffee table right in front of her.

"Fine!" She takes a look over her shoulder, toward the front door. "I have a date."

"Why are we whispering?" Argyle asks, also whispering.

"Because you know who could walk in any second."

"Why are we whispering and speaking in codes?" Jonathan asks, still whispering.

And as an act of divine timing, the front door to the coffee shop opens, and they all turn their heads to see a slightly damp Eddie shake his hair out and shed his leather jacket in one fell swoop. His face fixed in the same frown that's plagued his face for the last two weeks.

"Hey," the group says in unison, not moving a muscle from where they're still crowded around Nancy.

"What did I say about that tone," Eddie whines, flopping himself down on the couch that previously held Jon and Robin.

"How're you doing?" Robin asks, shifting her body, still sitting on the floor, toward him.

"All of her stuff is gone which means that all of my stuff is gone."

No one says a thing. Not even when the sound of a ceramic coffee cup shatters somewhere in the distance.

"Eddie?"

"What?"

"I don't mean to sound insensitive dude, but shouldn't you be a little less depressed considering... " Argyle trails off.

"Considering what?"

"Considering you're the one that left her?" Robin finishes the thought that everyone is having.

"I didn't leave her." He scoffs.

"No, but when you tell your long-term girlfriend about recently discovering that you're gay, one might see that as you being the one to end that relationship."

"We've been over this." He balls up his jacket and shoves his face into the wet leather. The group share a look, Nancy gesturing to Eddie's state as if to say this is why I'm not talking about the date.

He chucks the balled up jacket at Jonathan, who kicks his feet out in surprise as he catches it with his chest. Eddie's hands are now on either side of his face.

"The love was there! I could've loved her if..."

"If she was someone else?"

He deflates, lets his arms slump down and his shoulders do the same.

"Eddie, my friend, my pal, listen up." Argyle moves seats for the third time, now squeezing himself into the space between Eddie and the arm rest on the couch, draping his arm over his shoulders.

"You have just entered a whole new world, my man. So, you're gay? We're in New York City, so is everyone! Welcome home! All that love you were ready to give to Michelle? You get to hold onto that and give it to someone else. Someone who makes your heart sing."

"But I knew her just as long as I knew you guys." He whines, again, gesturing to Robin, Nancy and Jonathan. "It was easy. It was safe. How am I ever gonna find romance with someone? Where we have an established - I don't know - thing! A connection! A history! How?"

Eddie stares at them like he expects them to answer, forcing the rest of the group to share glances, let the air settle with Eddie's words.

The front door flies open just as a roaring thunder booms overhead, making for a dramatic entrance.

Robin's the first one to swivel her head toward the ruckus, the only one who has a perfect view of the person who burst into the shop.

A man dressed in a tux, drenched, like, just hopped out of a swimming pool drenched. Fighting with his bow tie with one hand and running his other hand through the unforgettable head of hair that sends Robin right back to Hawkins, Indiana. Back to the summer before her senior year.

Huh?

Unable to move a muscle in her body, she watches him clumsily go up to the counter and ask for her and Nancy, by name. The sound of her name sends her up to her feet and pushes her toward the man. An air of chaos surrounds him, drawing an offense amount of curiosity out of Robin as she finds her words.

"Steve Harrington?"

He turns around, his face lights up, and he does the weirdest thing.

He hugs her.

She remains stiff as he pulls back from the hug, hands still on either side of her arms.

They were buddies that summer scooping ice cream at the mall. Nothing crazy, or maybe even that memorable, but they started the summer as acquaintances at best and left as friends.

But then he left for college and she stayed and they never spoke again. A few run-ins here and there. But nothing substantial.

"I knew I'd find you here, I remembered that the last time I was in the city I ran into you guys and you're here!" He sounds drunk, but also like he drank a vat of espresso.

Clearly, it was substantial enough for him to come looking for her. Dressed in a tux soaking wet?

"And you're here, overdressed." She says, taking him in, unable to unscrew the confused look from her face.

Is that a boutonnières?

Oh no. Oh fuck.

"Steve?" Jonathan and Nancy say in unison as Robin brings him over to the couch.

Robin thinks Eddie might have summoned the ghost of hopeless high school crushes past, the way Eddie looks like he's just seen a ghost.

#FRIENDS au #sorry for the typos!#did like no editing. seriously just typed and posted.#i tweaked the characters a bit so it wouldn't be an obvious 1-1 AU but Steve is obvs Rachel and Eddie is obvs Ross #idk if this will become anything more but!!! maybe???#this was just supposed to be a writing sprint #i swear i meant to only write vibes #it somehow turned into this????#sen writes #stranger things fic #my fic #steddie ficlet #ronance as chandler and monica slow burn endgame also bounces around my brain as i finish these tags #argyle is clearly phoebe To Me

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kiraman · 3 months

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Her hands are rough. She always marvels a little over that, when they’re lying together amid the rich silks and linens of her bed. Her hands are rough—calloused where a sword would sit in her palm, scarred from old burns and older fights. She wears it around her eyes too, a short life lived hard, with all its ghosts and old blood. She looks older than she ought to, cut out of stone: cold; hard; stolid; like shards of glass—like a blade, sharpened, the last thing men see before darkness falls— but when she presses her mouth — slick and soft, sweet with lipstick— to her neck, Mizu warms under her touch, becomes liquid; she flows, grasps at her waist softly, delicately, as though afraid she'll somehow break her.

I am not made of glass, Mizu she says, a little abashed, the first time she kisses her, gathers her face into her hands and sinks her teeth into the curve of her lower lip, hungry, desperate for her mouth her hands her smell, her her her — god, she wants her — and Mizu gasps, a sharp, low sound torn from her throat, and draws back, touches her as though she's never touched something this fragile before; unmarred by death. Clean. Pure. Hers.

I shall not break.

She traces the cross mark, the little black dot inked into the inside of her arm, feels the heat of her body seeping through the silks of her dress, her pulse throbbing beneath her skin.

She does not understand Mizu when she murmurs in that detached, cool voice, like riverwater, flowing darkly through her, I can't - I can't... when her hands rise to caress her neck anyway, despite her protestations, her thumb, rough, made hard from all the blood they've spilled, rubbing against her throat, with such gentleness, it makes her ache.

Hidden away, sheltered from a world brimming with death, Mizu does not crack for her - she cannot let the walls around her be torn down in the name of desire, lust, want want want - this is weakness; she tells herself, fighting against the fire that swells in her blood; this is wrong, but she does not pull away when she looks at her through the thicket of her lashes, long and dark as soot; does not shrug her off when she sits near her, presses her shoulder against hers, hungered for her attentions. She would give anything to be seen, to be known, as she is: violent; furious; hungered and empty and aching- to be wanted, in spite of it all... To be... To be. She is warm under her, around her, and that same humanity, that fragile, small thing that growls its agony inside of her, that thing that makes her, when the hour grows late and she too deep in the darkness, the softness that claws at her heart that she always taught herself to despise in her, is what draws her to this strange creature she does not deserve but has somehow made her way into her life.

She laughs; Mizu, too, does not understand her when she says Come here; let me look at you, when she laughs at her aloof detachment, her cool, stony face, how she looks away when she smirks, how her hand twitches at her side.

(Every time Mizu is gone longer than she said she would be, she panics—what if she does not come back? She is beautiful and strong, brown from the sun and scarred, flaming, why would she come back to her?)

Her hands are rough from touching a world she has never known, and she carries the smell of strange forests in her hair. She presses herself into the warmth of her body (scarred and lithe, slim yet hard with muscle) as they lay amidst the silks of her bed. You’re the only real thing I have, Mizu breathes.

She does not say anything; she does not understand her; only looks at her, as though afraid something will take her from her if she blinks. Her response is to kiss her, over-eager, warm and willing and imprecise, desiring, and, if only for tonight, that suits them both.

#blue eye samurai mizu #blue eye samurai #mizu x fem!reader #mizu #mizu x female oc #u know what this could be any number of ships. i was so torn between making it mizu x akemi or mizu x female oc but oh well it is what it i #brainrotbrainrotbrain-#but im also gonna tag this #this doesn't end until you die.#snapshot of my canon fic b/c i can & it somehow turned into mizu x girl who does not speak japanese midway lol.#this is just ramblings i am not about to edit it or make it make sense bye :*#my writing

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hinamie · 1 year

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Megumi is brought to beautiful rooms like this to suffer

may or may not be obsessed with @lyrebirdswrites' fic slaughterhouse it's been living in my head absolutely rent-free and I wanted to pay it homage <3

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ineffable-doll · 4 months

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Every time I see arophobia I want to write another fic where Aziraphale and Crowley are aromantic. So I do. I just did it again. Might do this forever actually. Aroace A&C make me very happy.

#i always write them ace but the aromanticism is hella attractive these days #somehow them kissing in canon has made me more interested in them being aro than ever before #(tho I've always liked it)#anyway I'm tired of conventional romance so yall are gonna get a lot of qpr and ambiguous stuff from me in the foreseeable future #not that you're complaining. judging by the comments yall are right here with me #good omens #good omens 2 #also about the post itself what i actually did was turn a previous romantic fic (finished and unposted) into an aro one #edited it JUST out of aro spite.#i aspire to my own levels of petty.#aromantic #asexual #queer

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What are your ryomina headcanons? I've loved these two since I played P3 FES, and I'm so excited to get back into the fandom^^

hi!! thank you so much for the ask, welcome back to the p3 fandom, it's always a delight to see new and old ryomina fans alike! 🥺💛💙

as for headcanons, here's a "few" i that i tend to come back to a lot! my interpretations of them are influenced from both the source material and other's fanworks, so i've linked to them as i saw fit! hcs in no particular order under the cut because oops this got long (900 word bullet point list, mentions of reload content up to 1/1)

minato's hair is dyed blue (hair originally brown, you can see it in his roots!) and he has a beauty mark on under his left eye. i like mirror imagery and there's definitely a few arts i've rb'd that portray them this way :) (e.g. this one by feliichu and this one by marasschino)

as far as i'm concerned the bathhouse scene from the manga where ryoji's hair down = similar shape to minato? that is canon to me. this art from xierru is a fun depiction of hair down ryoji :D

ryoji is homeless. everyone say thank you foxmulder_whereartthou for this awesome fic it's why i have the headcanon! but like seriously. we have no idea where ryoji lives and i could believe this.

minato dying at the end of the game is sad to an outsider's POV BUT!!! ryomina gets to be together in death for the rest of their lives (this illustration from mafuwara is a gorgeous representation of them as nyx avatar + the seal)!

speaking of the seal, they are like telepathically communicating to me in the great seal together. (mymp3 had a comic wip with this. give it a looksie :D)

ryoji likes cuddling with minato because he's warm :) (something something orpheus has fire affinity, minato is warm by extension and ryoji is cold because he's death)

ryoji's camera roll is filled with pictures of minato! ryoji... loves life, to me. and i feel that photography and journaling are perfect ways of expressing gratitude and capturing the moments in life that are most important to you :3

my other favorite activity for these two is stargazing- i feel like it's something they could appreciate either in life or death (looking at the stars from the great seal...)! they do a bit of this in the fic eurydice's vow by crescentmoontea (P5R spoilers, takes place in third sem it's a very fun fic concept).

between ryoji and minato i feel like ryoji was the one who fell in love first- and it doesn't really click in place for minato that he loves ryoji until december hits (appriser reveal + ryoji transforming into thanatos). its about the realization that ryoji was with him for his whole life and that he gets him like no one else does.

ryoji is like a sad and wet puppy who is so scared minato won't like him back. he is so scared of being rejected by minato to me like. this boy straight up deflates after he does his "i know i said i wanted us to be friends, but... i actually want to be something more." / "what about you?" on 12/1 ???

AND SPEAKING of wet puppy ryoji. ryoji is like. every animal in the world to me. he's a bird. he's a cat. etc. and also ryoji knows every language in the world ever and uses it to express his love for minato. see this fic from superheroics to see what i mean.

both of them are lactose intolerant. "this isn't lactose, it's milk!" i definitely think ryoji would make himself sick eating ice cream and milk he doesn't know what lactose is. (i made a silly poll about this once and the tags were very entertaining.)

i see minato as transmasc or nonbinary depending on the day (schrodinger's headcanons babey they're simultaneously true and not true at the same time!!). either way he's not cis to me and ryoji is like. His Gender. anyway go read this fic by nail_gun for t4t ryomina :D !

ryomina are WEIRD GUYS TO ME!!! they are so strange and they understand each other better than anyone else because of the circumstances of their relationship!!! if you asked them to do the "i wonder what i taste like" meme i think they'd start biting each other (affectionate) tbh but that's just me.

after ryoji gives minato the music box in 12/31 on reload, minato listens to the music box every night in january. this boy has insomnia and also chronic illness to me (things that housing death does to you). but i think he finds comfort in the melody and memories he made with ryoji.

in general, i think it's fun to imagine minato taking ryoji to places and show him things he's interested in! i feel that ryoji takes a lot of interest in minato's life, this isn't really a hc because in reload, minato DOES give ryoji a tour of the school (11/9) and possibly port island (11/12). but ITS CUTE OK! (tangentially related fanwork: this series of doodles from vinnigami: 1, 2, and 3)

not a hc but minato's kindness is like the backbone of their relationship and i think we would not have the ryomina we know and love today if minato wasn't such a kind soul. oh minato.... we can learn so much from you... like ryoji did!

anyway! that's all the hcs that i could think of, thank you for the ask! i had a lot of fun answering this, these two mean a lot to me 💛💙

i hope you don't mind the links to the fanart and fanfic as well, the fanwork people have made for ryomina have really made an imprint on me! if you want to see more of them, i definitely recommend looking through my tag for them because oh. i got a lot of them reblogged alright 😂 (<- SOOO NORMAL)

#UMMM hiiii #this was VERY fun to do thank you so much for the ask!! im very. well-adjusted about these two #this ended up turning into some art + fic suggests (they are like citations to my hcs)#but it was really fun! i love ryomina to bits and pieces i cannot provide a concise answer #this post nearly gave me a scare bc somehow the bullet point list doubled itself and wouldn't let me post #tumblr is a very functional website! but the posts intact so im happy!!! yippee!#i still need to finish reload but some of the hcs i wrote were partially backed by what i saw there #people are welcome to send asks btw! cant guarantee i'll answer them in a timely manner but i enjoy doing them #doing this reminded me of my early tumblr days when i'd get so many asks where ppl dropped their ryomina hcs it was cute...#im sure i will continue to recommend fanworks in the future i definitely want to start reading fic again after i finish reload! yahoo!#also this post is like the iceberg of my brain btw you have definitely not seen all of my thoughts im soo. (twirls hair) normal.#lizzy askbox #ryomina #<- why not i put effort into the post #anyway bye im going to go to the library to learn about my favorite new interest called html and css aren't websites cool :)

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audiovisualrecall · 3 months

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It's not glued in yet and the cover has some smudges on it and I need to try my possible solution to the bending I'm seeing with the bookboard, but I love how the cover for this sketchbook looks! 😊😍

#bookbinding #not sure why ive gotten worse abt keeping my bookbinding projects clean but i had wanted to make another one for my etsy but i wont list #one thats got smudges and flaws #so i have two sketchbooks with this cover paper now lol #my first big project was sineala's fic and somehow that turned out great? and all the sketchbooks i churned out in a row were good?#but recently...maybe its bc i dont have the same free time i did before idk #also yes the endpapers are two different colors ^/^

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brother-emperors · 8 months

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The Borgias, The Assassin (S1E2), The Purge (S3E2) / Rispetti Spicciolati XXV, Angelo Poliziano

#i posted this one before but im remaking it #listen. listen. its about dog coding. its about violent intimacy.#every narrative decision they made with ascanio in this show made me scream. no other show compares #the only thing we were missing after the cardinal on cardinal violence was that rodrigo should've put his fingers in ascanio's mouth #long post #the borgias #italian renaissance tag #comparatives tag #did i ever tell you guys about the theoretical s4 sforza revenge arc fic i was writing last year. it turned into a #rufio/ascanio/cardinal de luca fic somehow

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