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Don’t blame Eddie for being in a constant state of fight-or-flight

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Yeah, Steve, don’t be rude!

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🏳️‍🌈 Happy pride month, everyone! 🏳️‍🌈

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Okay so I fixed it up and uploaded the first chapter :)

Harringrove pirate au

I added a snippet of the fic I started writing.

I think I'm at like chapter 9, defs need a beta reader, grammarly can only help my dyslexic ass so much xD but yeah here is a little sketch I did whilst inspired~

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“Looks like a noble’s ship,” Billy hummed eagerly, more to himself than to Max. “We’re taking it.”

Max raised an eyebrow but didn't argue. She knew the drill. They had done this enough times to make the plan muscle memory. Billy turned, his heart already pounding with the thrill of what was about to happen. They were pirates, and pirates didn’t survive by playing it safe.

Within minutes, they were alongside the noble ship. The Runaway Renegades moved silently through the water, thanks to Jane and Kali. Billy motioned to the crew, and one by one, they tossed the grappling hooks over the side of the royal vessel.

Billy climbed the ropes silently, his heart thudding in his chest. The moon barely illuminated the massive ship they now clung to, but it didn’t matter. He knew how to move unseen, like a shadow creeping through the night. His crew followed behind him, but Billy’s focus was ahead, locked on the captain’s quarters.

He slipped onto the deck, his boots landing with barely a sound. His crew scattered like phantoms, but Billy headed straight for the captain's quarters. Max and his crew could handle the others.

The door creaked as he pushed it open. Inside, the room was dimly lit by flickering candlelight, and sitting at the captain’s desk was a boy, no more than Billy’s age. But this wasn’t just any boy. He was a prince, a familiar one. The brunette was rolling his crown back and forth on the desk like it was a piece of scrap metal.

Billy’s heart skipped a beat before it quickly settled back into its cold, steady rhythm. The prince looked up from his desk, his hazel eyes locking onto his blues, surprise flashing across his face. He was beautiful, in that infuriatingly aristocratic way. Dark hair that looked like it had been fussed over, sharp jawline, and an air of someone who had never had to fight for anything in his life.

“Who the hell are you?” the prince demanded, jumping to his feet, his hand reaching for something, a sword, maybe. Too bad for him it wasn’t on his hip, it was over near the far to luxurious bed.

Billy couldn’t deny the prince had a certain... appeal. It was the fire behind his eyes. He was scared, but he wasn’t backing down.

Billy smirked, stepping forward with an easy swagger, his fingers playing with the hilt of his own blade. “What, no ‘welcome aboard’ for the new guest?”.

The brunette's eyes narrowed, but Billy saw the flicker of uncertainty in them. “This is my ship,” he said, his voice hard but a little too high.

Billy stepped forward, his grin widening, fingers still toying with the hilt of his sword. “Really, you sure about that? looks like it has my name written all over it… Maybe you’ve heard of it… Billy the Bloody ring any bells? I’ll be taking your ship now, princess.”

The prince’s eyes narrowed at the insult. “Like hell, you will.” He had most defiantly heard that name before he had seen the wanted posters, and heard the stories, his crew was notorious.

Steve tried his best to swallow his fear but the most recent news of the pirate in front of him was swirling around his head.

Princess Cunningham had been kidnapped for ransom. The pirate had got their ransom then slit her throat and threw her into the water. Or at least that’s what he had heard, there were so many rumours, all too unbelievable. World’s fastest ship that moved more silently than an owl, disappearing as though it had never been there. A crew of children that never grew up.

Whether it was true or not, the prince’s heart was pounding erratically in his chest. He was probably going to die.

Billy let out a low chuckle, his gaze dragging over the teen in a way that made it clear he wasn’t just here for the ship. “Oh, I will. And you’re going to stand there looking pretty while I do it.”

The brunette flushed at being called pretty but anger soon flashed across his face in a second. He hated being called useless he had heard it far too often from his father “I don’t know who you think you are, but-”

“I know exactly who I am.” Billy interrupted, taking another step closer, his grin growing. “The guy taking your ship. And you" his eyes scanned him up and down, "Pretty boy… you’re just gonna stand there like the helpless little princess you are.”

The prince sputtered, his hands clenched into fists. “I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Billy cut in, now only a few feet away from the royal, his voice low and teasing. “Scream for help? Cry to daddy? I bet you’ve never had to fight for a damn thing in your life, have you?”.

Before he could finish, the prince lunged forward, his fist swinging hard toward Billy’s face. Billy barely had time to react, dodging to the side, the punch only just grazed his jaw. It was the second swing that got him, his other fist made hard contact with his face. The pain ignited something wild in Billy, and for a moment, all he felt was adrenaline. A sharp almost manic laugh left his mouth.

“Well, well, look at you. Got some fight in you after all,” Billy muttered, wiping the blood from his lip.

Without missing a beat, the brunette swung again, but Billy caught his wrist, twisting it behind his back in a single, fluid motion. The prince let out a sharp grunt of pain, but he didn’t give up. He kicked out, trying to trip Billy, but Billy was faster, shoving him down against the desk.

For a moment, Billy was draped over the prince’s back pressing him hard down onto the desk his breath against his ear, the tension between them thick and palpable. Billy’s grin was sharp, his eyes glinting with dangerous amusement.

It was surely a compromising sight “Oh princess, what is thy name? ” Billy teased his face an inch from the wonderfully flustered brunette.

His hazel eyes still burning with defiance. “It’s Prince Stephen Harrington and I’m not scared of the like of you.” Billy’s first thought was right. He knew him.

“Maybe you should be Stevie~” Billy shot back, grinding himself a little harder against Steve who he had bent over the desk. For a moment, the air felt charged between them, like a storm waiting to break. And then Steve, infuriatingly stubborn, threw his head backwards, catching Billy square in the nose with a hard crack.

Billy stumbled back, a sharp sting spreading across his face. He hadn’t expected that. The prince had some real guts.

But enough was enough.

Billy wiped at the blood trickling from his nose, his grin now replaced with something colder, darker. He drew his sword with a smooth motion, the blade glinting in the candlelight. “You’re fun, Harrington,” Billy said, his voice low and dangerous, “but we’re done here.”

Steve’s gaze flickered to the blade, his chest heaving from the fight, but he stood his ground, fists still clenched.

Billy stepped closer, his voice dropping even lower. “Unless you want your little crew to suffer, I suggest you calm down. This ship is mine now, and if you don’t hand it over... well, let's just say I’m not feeling too merciful tonight.”

Steve’s bravado faltered slightly at the mention of his crew “You can’t just take whatever you want,” he said through gritted teeth.

Billy chuckled darkly, leaning in so close Steve could feel the heat of his breath. “Watch me.”

With that, Billy sheathed his sword and turned, but not without one final glance over his shoulder. “Oh, and princess? Next time you throw a punch, plant your feet, then draw a charge”

Steve glared at him, his chest still rising and falling rapidly. Billy could feel his gaze burning into his back as he stepped out of the captain’s quarters, a smirk creeping back onto his face.

“Fine,” Steve spat. “Take the ship. But don’t think for a second I’m going to make this easy for you.”

Billy’s smile turned feral. “Oh, I don’t want it easy, princess. That wouldn’t be any fun.”

Steve stiffened at the insult. Billy was already heading for the door, his mind buzzing. This was going to be interesting.

As Billy stepped out onto the deck, he glanced back over his shoulder, catching Steve’s narrowed gaze.

This really was going to be fun.

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I just wanted to add the alternative, us weak to the sun types

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Day 3 Harringrove week: Timeloop/timetravel

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I wanna put myself thru the torture of dmc3 again

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Harringrove pirate au

I added a snippet of the fic I started writing.

I think I'm at like chapter 9, defs need a beta reader, grammarly can only help my dyslexic ass so much xD but yeah here is a little sketch I did whilst inspired~

Read below ⬇️⬇️⬇️

“Looks like a noble’s ship,” Billy hummed eagerly, more to himself than to Max. “We’re taking it.”

Max raised an eyebrow but didn't argue. She knew the drill. They had done this enough times to make the plan muscle memory. Billy turned, his heart already pounding with the thrill of what was about to happen. They were pirates, and pirates didn’t survive by playing it safe.

Within minutes, they were alongside the noble ship. The Runaway Renegades moved silently through the water, thanks to Jane and Kali. Billy motioned to the crew, and one by one, they tossed the grappling hooks over the side of the royal vessel.

Billy climbed the ropes silently, his heart thudding in his chest. The moon barely illuminated the massive ship they now clung to, but it didn’t matter. He knew how to move unseen, like a shadow creeping through the night. His crew followed behind him, but Billy’s focus was ahead, locked on the captain’s quarters.

He slipped onto the deck, his boots landing with barely a sound. His crew scattered like phantoms, but Billy headed straight for the captain's quarters. Max and his crew could handle the others.

The door creaked as he pushed it open. Inside, the room was dimly lit by flickering candlelight, and sitting at the captain’s desk was a boy, no more than Billy’s age. But this wasn’t just any boy. He was a prince, a familiar one. The brunette was rolling his crown back and forth on the desk like it was a piece of scrap metal.

Billy’s heart skipped a beat before it quickly settled back into its cold, steady rhythm. The prince looked up from his desk, his hazel eyes locking onto his blues, surprise flashing across his face. He was beautiful, in that infuriatingly aristocratic way. Dark hair that looked like it had been fussed over, sharp jawline, and an air of someone who had never had to fight for anything in his life.

“Who the hell are you?” the prince demanded, jumping to his feet, his hand reaching for something, a sword, maybe. Too bad for him it wasn’t on his hip, it was over near the far to luxurious bed.

Billy couldn’t deny the prince had a certain... appeal. It was the fire behind his eyes. He was scared, but he wasn’t backing down.

Billy smirked, stepping forward with an easy swagger, his fingers playing with the hilt of his own blade. “What, no ‘welcome aboard’ for the new guest?”.

The brunette's eyes narrowed, but Billy saw the flicker of uncertainty in them. “This is my ship,” he said, his voice hard but a little too high.

Billy stepped forward, his grin widening, fingers still toying with the hilt of his sword. “Really, you sure about that? looks like it has my name written all over it… Maybe you’ve heard of it… Billy the Bloody ring any bells? I’ll be taking your ship now, princess.”

The prince’s eyes narrowed at the insult. “Like hell, you will.” He had most defiantly heard that name before he had seen the wanted posters, and heard the stories, his crew was notorious.

Steve tried his best to swallow his fear but the most recent news of the pirate in front of him was swirling around his head.

Princess Cunningham had been kidnapped for ransom. The pirate had got their ransom then slit her throat and threw her into the water. Or at least that’s what he had heard, there were so many rumours, all too unbelievable. World’s fastest ship that moved more silently than an owl, disappearing as though it had never been there. A crew of children that never grew up.

Whether it was true or not, the prince’s heart was pounding erratically in his chest. He was probably going to die.

Billy let out a low chuckle, his gaze dragging over the teen in a way that made it clear he wasn’t just here for the ship. “Oh, I will. And you’re going to stand there looking pretty while I do it.”

The brunette flushed at being called pretty but anger soon flashed across his face in a second. He hated being called useless he had heard it far too often from his father “I don’t know who you think you are, but-”

“I know exactly who I am.” Billy interrupted, taking another step closer, his grin growing. “The guy taking your ship. And you" his eyes scanned him up and down, "Pretty boy… you’re just gonna stand there like the helpless little princess you are.”

The prince sputtered, his hands clenched into fists. “I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Billy cut in, now only a few feet away from the royal, his voice low and teasing. “Scream for help? Cry to daddy? I bet you’ve never had to fight for a damn thing in your life, have you?”.

Before he could finish, the prince lunged forward, his fist swinging hard toward Billy’s face. Billy barely had time to react, dodging to the side, the punch only just grazed his jaw. It was the second swing that got him, his other fist made hard contact with his face. The pain ignited something wild in Billy, and for a moment, all he felt was adrenaline. A sharp almost manic laugh left his mouth.

“Well, well, look at you. Got some fight in you after all,” Billy muttered, wiping the blood from his lip.

Without missing a beat, the brunette swung again, but Billy caught his wrist, twisting it behind his back in a single, fluid motion. The prince let out a sharp grunt of pain, but he didn’t give up. He kicked out, trying to trip Billy, but Billy was faster, shoving him down against the desk.

For a moment, Billy was draped over the prince’s back pressing him hard down onto the desk his breath against his ear, the tension between them thick and palpable. Billy’s grin was sharp, his eyes glinting with dangerous amusement.

It was surely a compromising sight “Oh princess, what is thy name? ” Billy teased his face an inch from the wonderfully flustered brunette.

His hazel eyes still burning with defiance. “It’s Prince Stephen Harrington and I’m not scared of the like of you.” Billy’s first thought was right. He knew him.

“Maybe you should be Stevie~” Billy shot back, grinding himself a little harder against Steve who he had bent over the desk. For a moment, the air felt charged between them, like a storm waiting to break. And then Steve, infuriatingly stubborn, threw his head backwards, catching Billy square in the nose with a hard crack.

Billy stumbled back, a sharp sting spreading across his face. He hadn’t expected that. The prince had some real guts.

But enough was enough.

Billy wiped at the blood trickling from his nose, his grin now replaced with something colder, darker. He drew his sword with a smooth motion, the blade glinting in the candlelight. “You’re fun, Harrington,” Billy said, his voice low and dangerous, “but we’re done here.”

Steve’s gaze flickered to the blade, his chest heaving from the fight, but he stood his ground, fists still clenched.

Billy stepped closer, his voice dropping even lower. “Unless you want your little crew to suffer, I suggest you calm down. This ship is mine now, and if you don’t hand it over... well, let's just say I’m not feeling too merciful tonight.”

Steve’s bravado faltered slightly at the mention of his crew “You can’t just take whatever you want,” he said through gritted teeth.

Billy chuckled darkly, leaning in so close Steve could feel the heat of his breath. “Watch me.”

With that, Billy sheathed his sword and turned, but not without one final glance over his shoulder. “Oh, and princess? Next time you throw a punch, plant your feet, then draw a charge”

Steve glared at him, his chest still rising and falling rapidly. Billy could feel his gaze burning into his back as he stepped out of the captain’s quarters, a smirk creeping back onto his face.

“Fine,” Steve spat. “Take the ship. But don’t think for a second I’m going to make this easy for you.”

Billy’s smile turned feral. “Oh, I don’t want it easy, princess. That wouldn’t be any fun.”

Steve stiffened at the insult. Billy was already heading for the door, his mind buzzing. This was going to be interesting.

As Billy stepped out onto the deck, he glanced back over his shoulder, catching Steve’s narrowed gaze.

This really was going to be fun.

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I don’t think they get any work done

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Eddie Munson Tattoos transparent pngs 🦇🎸

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long ass baguette in the tiny plate is taking me out. someone get this guy a job ❤️ (original under cut)

i spent 5 years trying to button up his coat but ultimately i decided it couldnt be done 💔💔💔

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Okay so GUYS.

GUYS.

@wasting-time-again let me commission him for a Billy/Steve drawing. It’s based off of my ramblings with @lymricks. We have this idea of Steve taking care of Billy on rough nights. Billy basically snuggles into Steve’s hoodie and pulls the hood over his head with all his crazy curls spilling out of it.

And, of course, the cuddles that come with it.

It came out BEAUTIFUL. LOOK AT IT. LOOOOOOOK AT IT.

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Dear Max ♡

THE STRANGER THINGS 4 TRAILER HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD

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make it out alive

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Two Sides of the same Coin

I wanted to draw Billy in the Up-Side-Down… Now it looks more like Steve is going to smash his head in. He is not! Billy is Stuck and Steve is looking for him.

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How I think Kid got his devil fruit 😂