#- BUT NOW YOU KNOW

[morganski-19]

The One With Hiding in the Dark

Eddie returns to Steve’s bed, climbing under the covers and getting close to Steve. Expecting the post sex after care that should have happened the first time, but couldn’t because of location and time constraints. But there’s a hand pushing him away.

“We need to talk about this,” Steve says, serious.

“I thought we did already.”

Steve shakes his head. “No, we just discussed the label, not how this is actually going to work.”

Eddie sits up, reaches down to find the shirt he discarded off the side of the bed and slips it back on. “Alright then. How do you want this to work?”

Steve sits up, leaning against his headboard and crossing his arms. “You know me, I can have casual sex and not have it mean anything. But when I go out looking for casual sex, it’s never typically the same person. And never someone that I’m close to outside of the hookup.”

“Yeah, I noticed that.” He starts to pick at his nailbeds.

“If it were to go on for more than twice in a short period of time, it would tend to lean into the dating territory, which is not what you want.”

“So you don’t want to do this if it’s not leaning into the dating territory.” Eddie takes a deep breath. “I’m not sure I’m ready to be in that kind of relationship.”

Not after last time. When everything went down hill so fast and broke all of Eddie’s trust. Broke everything he built and tossed him straight to the gutter.

Steve nods, understanding. “And I’m not asking for that. All I’m asking is for the possibility that this goes somewhere other than sex.”

“I don’t think you’ll ever be just sex to me, Steve.”

A breath of relief escapes Steve. “Ok, that’s all I was asking for.”

“Is there anything else. Rules, guidelines, and such?”

Steve huffs. “Nothing insane or anything. Those are just a recipe for disaster.”

“I’m sensing a but, there.”

“But, I’d like us to be exclusive. Casual, no labels, no pressure, going at your pace, but exclusive. It’s better for safety, and for me. Can you do that?”

Eddie lets out a small laugh. “Yeah, I can do that. That’s pretty much what I meant by casual anyway.”

“Yeah, well, there’s a lot of different definitions of casual. I’ve been burned by them before.”

Eddie shift, moving to sit next to Steve. As if some sort of truce. He reaches out and takes Steve’s hand. “I don’t want to burn you, I just. I’ve got some commitment issues that I need to work through and don’t think I could tell the group yet.”

“Now I’m sensing a but,” Steve smiles. Squeezing Eddie’s hand in reassurance.

“But. You’re too important to me to lose because of my own issues. If we keep this just between us right now, like this, ease me into the whole relationship thing, I think we can do this.”

“I think we can too.”

. . .

Argyle wakes up shivering. The sheets thrown off the bed and the spot next to him empty. He forces his eyes open and sits up. Takes a second before leaving his bedroom, that’s slowly been turning into their bedroom, to go find wherever Jonathan was.

He finds him in his bedroom, which is slowly turning into just an office. Sitting in his pajamas with the lights out. The only light coming from his laptop. Blue light glasses sitting on his nose, reflecting the images he’s editing.

“Hey,” Argyle whispers, places a hand on Jonathan’s shoulder. Startling him. “Sorry.”

Jonathan relaxes back into his chair. “It’s fine. Why’re you up?”

Argyle pulls another chair up to the desk. “It’s cold without you there.”

He snorts. “You say that. Then the next time my hand happens to slip under your shirt, you try and throw me off the bed.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“So, if I do it right now, you won’t try and swat my hand away.” Jonathan raises his hand and moves it toward Argyle, who moves away when it gets close. “See.”

“It’s not my fault your hands are icicles. Like how can they even get that cold?”

Jonathan shrugs, turning back to his computer. Yawning into the back of his hand.

Argyle gets closer, placing his chin on Jonathan’s shoulder. “What are you working on?”

“Trying to get this random guy out of the background,” he says with another yawn.

“Is this something immediate that needs to be worked on, or can you continue it tomorrow?”

Jonathan pushes his glasses up to rub his eyes. “No, it’s not due for another two weeks. And this is the last image in the package.”

“So you could come back to bed then, is what I’m hearing.”

Jonathan tries to hide another yawn. “I was already in bed, it didn’t work.”

“For my benefit, maybe. Because I got cold without you.”

“Let me save,” Jonathan sighs. Caving into Argyle’s excuses, knowing he could really need the sleep. He closes the program and shuts down his computer, setting his glasses down next to the keyboard.

Argyle smiles with small victory as Jonathan stands, following him out of the room and into their bedroom.

“Jesus Christ,” Jonathan says when he sees the bed. “What did you do?”

“No clue.” Argyle picks up the sheets from where they hang off the bed, straightening them out again. Jonathan having to tuck his corner back in before getting back in.

Argyle gets close, wrapping his arms around Jonathan’s waist and holding him close. Pressing his lips against the side of Jonathan’s head. “This is a lot better than sitting at your desk isn’t it.”

“Maybe,” Jonathan smiles.

They two lay there in the dark. Argyle’s breaths starting to even out again, sleep returning. While Jonathan continues to stare at the ceiling. His mind keeping the sleep from him. A question waiting to be asked.

“Argyle,” he says into the dark.

Argyle hums, half asleep.

“Do you ever feel like I’m holding back? From us.”

That breaks Argyle out of his sleep. Causing him to pull away and prop himself up on his elbow so he can see Jonathan better. “No. Are you holding back?”

Jonathan avoids eye contact. “It’s not that I’m holding back, it’s just. We haven’t told anybody yet because we wanted to take it slow, but I know that affects you somewhat. And we haven’t really, you know, and I know you want that, and I can’t give that just yet and.”

“Woah, ok, slow down,” Argyle interrupts him. “First of all, none of what you said is true. We can take this relationship as slow as you want us to, there is no pressure there from me. And I don’t care when we tell our friends, they can wait. What matters is that we tell them when we want to, ok.”

Jonathan finally meets his eyes. “Ok.”

“And as far as the other thing goes. I don’t need to sleep with you to be in a relationship with you. I’d rather wait for you to get the spark than make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

“Are you sure, cause this has been a problem in the past and I just-,” he trails off.

Argyle shakes his head. “I love you, all of you. Even your demisexuality. We know it’ll come when it does and you can’t necessarily control it, it just happens. And when it does, we’ll figure out what to do from there. But for now, I’m just fine where we are.”

Jonathan’s eyes close as he exhales. “Love you too. Thanks for being so understanding.”

“I like to think of it as being a decent human being and partner, but you’re welcome.”

He lays back down, loosening his arms around Jonathan as he adjusts. Accepting the kiss Jonathan gives him before finally closing his eyes. Slowly falling back asleep.

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[head---ache]

emmie has acne btw

like i get i dont usually draw it very clearly but even when i do people dont seem to notice

maybe i have to start to always draw it more detailed???? idk

i just need more acne representation because even while we're out here drawing body rolls and stretch marks and teeth gaps and wrinkles and body hair and such for some reason i barely see any acne???? and i dont like that so i gave my main girlie acne

[milf-harrington]

canon-divergence: max survives and vecna does not but the rifts still open for plot reasons, eddie does not exist as a hawkins citizen and is instead an upside down creature that comes through after the earthquake + steve's just kind of like "i guess"

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Steve wondered when he'd stopped being phased by these things.

There was a time when all of the Upside Down shit had affected him normally. Had him flipping out in a panic, had him running.

Now, after four years of it, it was starting to feel like just another weekday.

There was something hanging out by his pool, but it was 7 in the morning and hadn't made a move to attack him, so, until he made coffee: it was none of his business.

He drank it in the sun room, blinds open for a clear view of the pool yard and the thing wandering around it. It was kind of human shaped, except for the wings and the tail and the claws that Steve could see from where he was sitting.

Maybe he should call Robin. She still had normal reactions to this stuff.

He paused, watching the creature tentatively reach down to touch the water before startling away, wings flapping. Actually, from the start, Robin hadn't reacted normally to any of it.

(He hadn't forgotten the time she'd told him about spitting in the Russian's face when she thought they'd killed him. Or the way she laughed when she thought they were going to kill her.)

The creature danced further around the pool, still peering curiously into the water. It lowered itself right down until its chest was brushing the cement, reaching for the water again, wings poised like it was ready to flee. It flinched when it's fingers brushed the surface, but didn't pull away and Steve watched as it plunged its whole hand in with a splash before pulling it back out to watch the water drip from its claws.

Steve put his empty cup down on a side table and stood up, nodding to himself before jogging upstairs to grab his bat from his room.

-

The pool yard was empty.

Steve yanked the sliding door open anyway, stepping outside like it would magically cause the creature to appear. Nothing.

Fingers curled tight around the handle of his bat, he circled the pool from a safe distance, scanning the surrounding woods as he went. The only evidence that he hadn't been imagining shit were the dark patches of water splashed across the cement.

Facing the deafening quiet of an empty backyard, armed with a monster-slaying weapon, Steve felt the first whispers of unease curl beneath his ribs. It was kind of like finding a spider in your room, always worse when you lost track of where it had gone.

Cautiously, Steve headed back inside, locking the door behind him with another glance across the backyard. He really should call the others, let them know the rifts had spat something new out.

He thought about the way it had played with the water, and wondered if maybe not every creature from the Upside Down was bad. If maybe, now that Vecna was gone, they were changing.

He was broken out of his thoughts when he kicked something, sending it skittering towards the hallway, under the indoor balcony. Steve frowned, confused, as he looked from the mug laying on the floor to the side table he thought he'd put it on.

Must have knocked it off, he realised as he walked over to pick it up.

As he did, he noticed the ceramic was oddly wet, and he quickly scanned the carpet to see if there'd been any coffee left in the cup that had spilled over the floor. Everything was as clean as he'd left it, so-

Something cold dripped on the back of his hand and he blinked, staring at the droplet in surprise. Another landed on his wrist, and a third hit the back of his neck and rolled down his shirt. He flinched in surprise, dropping the bat to slap a hand to the back of his neck as he looked up.

He came face-to-face with large, dark eyes, and an inky mop of dripping hair, two leathery wings flared slightly for balance.

Alarmed, he threw the cup at it.

[the-daringstars]

Eyyy- new icon!! It's been ages since I've made a new icon for myself and I thought with pride and dying my hair for the first time in 4+ years it was ✨Time✨

[datasoong101]

My quest to watch DS9 has been thwarted by Life, School, Work, and The Unrelenting Urge To Rewatch Shows Instead Of Try New Ones, but I am now forcing myself to watch at least an episode. This relevant to you, dear follower, because after I watch it I will undoubtedly post my thoughts. You're welcome.

[wingsoar]

Mini hc: Robin has very soft hands, and they are dainty ....

[plastiquefruit]

Do you ever wear crop tops? I think you’d look so good showing a little midriff 😍

Eh, they’re not really my thing.

Mostly I just hate the sensation of my skin touching a lot of common surfaces. I need a layer of cotton between me and the world 😅

Same reason I never liked leather. It just feels weird on my skin. Same for some synthetic fabrics! Like any of the tech fabrics that are sweat-wicking. Feels weird, do not like.

[therelentless]

ooc;; i don't know where i read or heard (probably the second one) that the red beads for this outfit were chosen with pomegranate seeds as inspiration, and i haven't stopped thinking about this bit ever since.

[c-e-d-dreamer]

The way I died at the line about Feyre throwing a shoe at Rhys in the epilogue! Does this mean she's joined his crew now? Is she going to become a pirate queen like Nesta?

I mean if there's one thing Feyre is going to do, it's throw a shoe at Rhys' head and we support that 💅

But listen.... Nesta killed the Commodore. That's pretty serious. And everyone saw her do it. There's no denying it. Papa Archeron? Panicking. He needs to marry off his two remaining daughters before word travels too far and no one wants anything to do with the Archeron name.

Luckily, a certain Lord Tamlin has had his eye on Feyre and he's more than happy to marry her. So that's how Feyre ends up on Tamlin's ship, sailing back to his land to marry him. But unbeknownst to her, Rhys, the crazy wife guy that he is, has just been chilling in the bay, waiting for his chance ever since they rescued Cassian. And when he sees Feyre being all but loaded onto Tamlin's ship? He's like 🎶now look at me and this opportunity🎶

He, of course, attacks the ship and takes his wife Feyre captive! Now, was Feyre on that ship praying for someone to save her? Absolutely. But she's not going to tell Rhys that. Especially when he's all smug and keeps calling her darling. She's going to fight him tooth and nail! Really make him work to make her fall for him! But obviously she does and you are correct that much like her big sister, she too becomes a pirate queen.

[wickedwonderlandd]

You can only pick one place to get kissed:

Neck

Chest

Inner thigh

What do you choose?

Absolutely the neck. That's like my Achilles heel haha kiss me there and I am literally powerless haha

👀👀👀

[artistsfuneral]

My hair is doing weird things.

[jadegr8]

Internal Bleeding (B99 meme)

Back in school I learned in my biology class that snails have an open blood circulatory system and it has been so funny to me ever since because there is literally so much joke-potential!

I also have another comic in mind that I'll hopefully make soon :)

https://thesnailstrail.com/snail-anatomy

[sparfloxacin]

Hi! Kinda bold of me to assume someone notices or cares that I’m not so active here, but just wanted to let you know that I will be more inactive for the next few weeks! Will still try to open this app occasionally and I’ll answer all the messages asap ❤️ love you

[deathfavor]

TUMBLR UPDATES

Because I haven’t seen anyone reblog the updates after initial posts about the reblog situation, here’s a very short summary.

1. Tumblr Staff IS aware of the reblog issue and is apparently working on fixing it already according to several people who sent in tickets already and have been answered by staff. That said, it doesn’t hurt to reach out to contact staff but please be nice if you do.

2. Apparently the FIRST post and First Reblog get notifications fine, maybe the second, but after that both parties stop getting notifications. I believe if you subscribe to a conversation, you WILL get updates. I’m not sure though as I haven’t had things reblogged more than once since this went into effect, but that’s what I’ve heard. HERE is a post on it. I believe OP are auto-included

3.  Best way right now is either to mention people in replies, message them, OR use rpthreadtracker.  If the subscribe doesn’t work. For me, you are welcomed to mention me or message me, i genuinely don’t mind either way. I’ll probably work to reset up a rpthreadtracker too for your convenience. But again, mentioning me is probably MY preferred method.  (also feel free to lmk what you’d prefer)

[harryforvogue]

sometimes (usually) when i say that i’m writing a scene, i’m lying about it and using the post as a note to self to remind myself to actually write that scene

[dragonskyheart]

Yet another Redesign of a different Crossover Digimon

This is another crossover Digimon oc that I made a couple years ago.

Soko (Redesign created on 2-12-2023)

Soko (Yes, that's his name) is a Elecmon that got taken in as Spiral's partner Digimon. This little guy is very friendly and has huge "protect me" energy. He is very chill. I hope to elaborate later on him, (Like everybody else if being honest) but that isn't the point right now.

Soko Old Design (2017-2018)

Not a lot of changes. I made the tuft on his head bigger and removed and altered some stripes. Like Mono, I altered some colors to be more pleasing. More varying contrast, hopefully.

Bonus: Vi-Elecmon Soko (Created near the same date as the Redesign)

A Vi-Elecmon version of Soko for Dark Digivolution purposes. I went for a darker body pallete and lighter marking pallete to contrast Soko's light body-darker marking color pallete. As for why Soko has a separate entry for a Dark Digivolution pallete? It's a surprise! Hehe

I think I'm having to much fun with this...

Naaah