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[ecto-hazard]

Huds

[randommmthoughts]

Does there excist a fic where Remus goes to an animal shelter, and sees this really big, tragic, underfed black dog. And the dog was barking like a maniac two seconds ago, but when he sees Remus he just goes completely silent, to turn into a raging ball of energy a second later. Wagging his tail, trying to reach him. So Remus hesitatantly pets him and the dog look so utterly happy. Remus is amazed because why is this weird dog that reminds him so, so much of Sirius (Remus does NOT know Sirius is animation in this fic, I don’t know how, just important to the plot) like him so much. And the shelter owner thinks he is going crazy, because this hell hound has been chasing away all his clients the past month and he was really considering dumping it back where it came from (the street).

So the man begs Remus to take the dog, he gets it for free if he would like. Remus rejects, but a week later he is back, and buys the dog for a reasonable price. The dog -Grim, he calls him- refuses to leave his side. Remus has to struggle every morning to leave for work, shutting the door just in time to lock the animal in. When Remus is sitting, Grim jumps in his lap, except when he is reading. Then the dog decides to snuggle up to his side, like he knows how much it would annoy Remus if he took up his lap. Grim gains weight, his fur gets shiny and thicker.

And then, one day. Grim lifts himself off his lap, and looks him in the eye with such a serious expression Remus fears something will go wrong. The dog licks his face, sets up the greatest puppy eyes Remus has ever seen and turns to stand before him.

Not a second later, Remus looks up to Sirius Black.

[bucket-of-cheese]

Haha,, cactus ring amiright

[aria-greenhoodie]

He’s a paragon of mental health, guys.

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[chrisrin]

all my behind-the-scenes concept work and such for the HGCZ! i had a blast working on it all.

check out my finished piece here, and check out @hotguycomiczine for the full zine!

[bubblingsteam]

Worship

[dawnatlas]

neil josten the man that you are

[etoilua]

HSR doodles

[kemalamalam]

i LOVE the shrine of Hermes mechanic??? where we put an order and Hermes would drop us an order after a few encounters??? its so cute??? Uber Hermes is actually canon??? when he drops by our order he says "special delivery!"??? LITERALLY THE CUTEST MECHANIC EVER

[spicykellybear]

Based on this lol

[trashyshrew]

[murdrdocs]

Idk if this is anything but Luke x unclaimed reader... you're in the same cabin and there's a small chance that you could have the same godly parent (you don't but no one knows that for sure) so it has the potential to be so wrong, but how can it be when he's making you feel so good??? It feels stepcest adjacent

MDNI 18+ ; DARK CONTENT pseudocest w/ LUKE CASTELLAN

It's quiet in the Hermes cabin. Luke tells you it's a rare sight, being the only two people in the cabin, and from your experience in the last couple of weeks, you know he's telling the truth.

Sometimes, it was so loud you couldn't hear yourself think. But your attempt at thinking would always go to a certain camp counselor with kind dark eyes and curly hair who happened to be a few beds beside you, so maybe it was best you couldn't hear yourself think.

But now, with no one else occupying the four walls other than yourself and Luke, all you can hear is your thoughts. Loud and all encompassing desires to get Luke closer to you than he should be, his hands on your body and his lips pressing into your skin.

That and the slick sounds of you and Luke's lips sliding together. The heavy breaths taking up the in between moments.

The sheer hunger of it all.

His large hands grip your shirt. Your hands tangle in his dark hair as if you're trying to pull it directly out of his scalp. You're not using your full strength, though, something you recently had to consider with your new discovery.

You have the urge to give Luke your all. Tug at his hair and his clothes until he's bare beneath you, push and pull him in malleable ways that you know he can take. Because he's like you.

He’s a demigod, just like you. Yet he’s been claimed. He knows who his father is, while you’re left in the dark.

The reminder pulls you away from Luke’s lips. He’s quick to accept the change, busying himself with kissing your neck, his large hands pressing in the center of your back to keep you against him.

Suddenly, everything is too warm. It’s too much yet not enough. You want to get away from Luke and also meld your bodies into one so that you can never separate.

“Luke, wait.”

He stops. His head lifts so his dark eyes can look at you. There’s a crease in between his eyebrows. He’s worried about you, it’s a look you know all too well.

“What is it? What’s wrong? Am I going too fast?”

Your head shakes. Your teeth connect with the plush of your bottom lip.

Luke sighs. You can tell he instantly knows what is wrong with you. “Don’t worry about it.” He brushes his thumb along the corner of your mouth just before he brushes a kiss into the same spot.

“We’re not related.”

“But how can you be sure?”

He can’t. You know it.

Luke isn’t one to lie. Not to you. So he shrugs.

“I can’t.”

You step away from him but his hand wraps around your wrist. “But I know.” His eyes flick between yours, back and forth and back and forth, before they find your lips again.

He leans in tentatively this time, like he’s unsure if you’re going to pull away or not. You don’t. Instead, you stay completely still, only reciprocating in the softest purse of your lips against his. Sensing how uneasy you still are, he attempts to reassure you once more.

“I know in my heart that we aren’t related. Okay? Does that make you feel any better?” He's trying to be patient, you can tell, but his words are slightly too snappy. A little aggressive.

His attempts at reassurance barely calm your worries, but the thud between your thighs is becoming more prominent by the moment and you need some form of satisfaction.

“Okay,” you whisper against Luke lips before you let him take all of you once more.

He leads you back to your bed, settling himself above you where he slots a leg between your thighs. Your shirt is lifted over your head and thrown to the side, your bra straps are pulled down to give Luke more skin to work with, he starts to undo the button of your pants and at this point you’re not worried about any parental connection.

Unfortunately, Lukes words bring you back. They make you feel dirtier.

“Besides, even if we were, this is too good to stop. Isn’t it?”

Because it is.

The pleasure Luke brings you is one you fear you’ll never get from anyone else, human or demigod. Maybe it’s because he knows you so well, both of you being the offspring of Gods. Or maybe it’s because he is you. Maybe your genetic makeup is so similar that he can't help but know your body as if it is his.

The thoughts are too much for your brain to handle right now and instead of focusing on them any longer, you focus on the feeling of Luke introducing one of his lithe digits into your walls.

[edgy-senju]

I think Gabriel deserves to wear a cool dress

Leaving the base I made under the cut so yall can slap clothes on him too. Enjoy♡

One with top scars for the trans Gabriel believers♥︎

Please feel free to reblog your creations if you end up putting him in outfits, would love to see what yall can come up with :)

[glorious-spoon]

i respect the school coach/counselor steve movement, but in my heart of hearts i know that steve is going to grow up and become a hairstylist. he'd love it. the bitchy gossip, the human drama, the satisfaction of making someone feel comfortable and look how they want to look

maybe he follows robin to the big city for college. tries a couple of classes, drops out, goes to cosmetology school

(does NOT tell the kids until after he's finished. they still tease him within an inch of his life, but like - whatever. he fought interdimensional monsters on like five different occasions before he was old enough to legally drink, he can handle dustin hassling him for knowing what a strand test is)

(eddie is not around to hear about this. he lit out of town as soon as he finished summer school, diploma in hand. steve can't blame him. hawkins was never a good place for eddie munson, and even after the murder charges were cleared, it got worse)

(he still misses the guy, though. they ended up hanging out a lot that summer, and it sort of felt like the start of... something, but it'll take years for steve to work out exactly what)

anyway, eventually he uses some of his government hush money to set up a salon. he settles into his life as a regular person, and it's nice, it's good, it really is. eventually he gets around to figuring out why eddie's over the top flirting always made him feel clumsy and thrilled, and that's another part of himself that he settles into. finds some more family. some more community

he still keeps in touch with the hawkins crew, of course. robin lives nearby, and dustin calls all the time. nancy, too, when she can. she's overseas now reporting in war zones. it was never gonna work out between them

he hasn't seen eddie munson in almost ten years on a brisk day in february when the door to the salon swings open to admit a swirl of snow and a lanky figure wrapped leather, and steve drops the clipper he's holding and thinks, shit, what happened now and then, absurdly on the heels of that, he's going to freeze dressed like that

and then he's crossing the salon to yank eddie into a hug and getting hugged back just as hard, and ten years feels like nothing all of a sudden, and maybe he wasn't too late, maybe neither of them were, maybe they were right on time.

(eddie drifted out of touch with almost all of them other than dustin, who was tenacious, brilliant, and just unprincipled enough to track him down every time he moved

he told eddie to look up steve when he moved to the city, and eddie did, then dithered outside the door for twenty minutes freezing his ass off before he could make himself go in)

[nestedfeathers]

i dont ship BillFord but they are absoloutly Ex's