#BILLYS FUR COLLAR

[bigdumbbambieyes]

crying over this drawing my sibling @wapimostosis did for me 😭🤍 it was one of my xmas gifts from them and they said they captioned it that because i’m ‘always writing sad stuff about them’ KFNFKFNF

[lovebillyhargrove]

a harringrove fic idea

Billy's almost breathless body got dragged to the upside down after the unforgettable Starcourt fireworks display, and Billy died, he died and was okay with that but then

Abrupt pain ripped him out of it

Ta-da!

He's not dead anymore, no

He's in the upside down, and his wounds have miraculously healed, and he feels strong and powerful, stronger than ever

He can survive and thrive here, if he plays his cards right.

So he does. Listens to the mind flayer still whispering inside his head. Says yes to the most of it - or

Doesn't say no.

He gets stuff, finds stuff. Clothes and water and food, and even alcohol and cigarettes - all is possible if you have the right connections, even in the upside down world. Tells the flayer he's on its side, they'll build an army, the sinister force just needs to get its strength back since it's gotten weak

..

When Hargrove lures Steve Harrington into the darkness

Help me, pretty boy, please, please

HELP ME, SAVE ME, BRING ME BACK

God, PLEASE !!

Steve falls for it, so easily.

You're so gullible, honeyboo

Harrington finds Billy sitting in an armchair, looking over the black mirror of still water at the quarry, wearing a long black leather coat with lush fur collar, smoking lazily, Metallica For whom the bell tolls (nevermind the actual release date) blasts out of a boombox

Two demodogs - Husky and Snatch, Hargrove calls them - lay at his feet

What the hell, man? I thought you begged to be saved !?

Well yeah. And no. Let's see how pretty you are gonna beg, sugar.

..

Does Billy turn him into a sex toy?

Maybe. Just to idle his time away. Lots of indecent sex which Steve might resist at first, but doesn't that make it hotter?

..

And then, does Steve acquire Stockholm syndrome?

Probably. Or does it go deeper than that?

..

Does Billy himself fall in love - dammit, for real !? - and decide to finally let Harrington go?

Definitely.

..

Only, Steve says

Let's run away together. Let's leave the darkness behind. Remember the ocean, how alive its waves are? How fresh it is, how it makes you .. life-crazy, insatiable for happiness, simple and .. pure? I've always wanted to live by the ocean.

..

Billy pats his doggos and

The boys run. The portal is right there. The moment Hargrove steps into the real world, the vines crawl all over Steve's body and snatch him away - away from Hargrove, away from the light. The portal gets sealed and Billy is standing alone.

Fuck.

What will he do next? How will he find a portal if there is none left, and the Mind flayer takes away his powers because Billy has betrayed its trust - again?

Will Eleven help him? Will he make a dubious deal with the Russians?

He has to get Harrington back.

And if finally he finds Steve, will that boy with a heart of gold still be the same? Or will there be black blood running in his veins from now on?

[chic-a-gigot]

L'Art et la mode, no. 43, vol. 17, 24 octobre 1896, Paris. Pour l'hive. Dessin de G. de Billy. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Collet Henri II, en matelassé de soie ver palme et noir. Bords garnis de grosse tresse de soie. Revers nouveaux en velours noir formant un manteau de page dans le dos. Chapeau de velours noir avec panache de plumes.

Henry II collar, in quilted silk, palm green and black. Edges trimmed with thick silk braid. New black velvet lapels forming a page's coat in the back. Black velvet hat with feather plume.

—

Jaquette en gros drap de Finlande dahlia. Garniture de loutre de rivière. Doublure de petit-gris. Chapeau de soie, noir, orné de velours et de plumes de coq.

Jacket in thick Finnish dahlia cloth. River otter trim. Lining of squirrel. Black silk hat decorated with velvet and cock feathers.

—

Robe de visites en vigogne "étang". Revers de velours broché, ciselé, fond vert bouquet. Bord de zibeline. Cravate et jabot en point à l'aiguille. Chapeau de feure gris orné de velours noir.

Visiting dress in "pond" vicuña. Brocaded velvet lapels, chiseled, bouquet green background. Sable edge. Needlepoint tie and jabot. Gray felt hat decorated with black velvet.

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Jaquette en peau de Suède gris ardoise. Revers de cachemire-drap clair. Garniture de ganses noires. Bord et doublure de fourrure. Chapeau de feutre, volant et nœud de velours noir, plumes noires.

Slate grey suede jacket. Light cashmere cloth reverse. Black braid trim. Fur edge and lining. Felt hat, black velvet ruffle and bow, black feathers.

[catharrington]

Link to read on AO3

Steve’s inside a tiny pop up bar, hastily designed and constructed in a warehouse as if that made it more dangerous than anyother bar. They were becoming a thing in the 90’s he supposed, like oversized suit jackets or spiked-collars. And he liked them just fine. It was even deeper underground than most seedy gay clubs.

The people who drink here don’t mind that he's a hybrid.

They don’t mind his triangle-shaped ears atop his messy, brown hair, or the long fur-covered tail that relays every emotion he’s feeling out loud for the world to see. Even the bad ones.

Like right now— seeing a ghost from his past again out of the blue, just a few seats down the bar, has got his tail flicking against his stool legs. A ringing metallic flick-flick-flick.

Steve digs his claw into the bar top, leaving a deep crescent mark.

Since Steve’s seen him last, he’s doing well. He’s smiling and glowing and he’s put on a few healthy pounds. He looks like he could lift Steve up over his head if he wanted to.

The ice in Steve’s drink melts and breaks apart with a soft noise. Another man at the bar tries to flirt with him, a hot, whispered breath right into the sensitive fur of his ears, but… Steve makes no moves to actually listen.

Because Steve isn’t at the bar anymore. He’s sinking into golden quicksand— California beach scalding.

Steve doesn’t even realize he’s staring until his pretty ghost turns around.

“Harrington?” His breathy voice asks. Just as boyish and melodic as ever.

“Harrington,” he repeats in a hiss, “back to last names? Should I be insulted, Hargrove?”

“Sorry, Stevie.” Billy chuckles as he leans over the bar. Up close, Steve can see he’s got a strawberry blond beard defining his jawline.

“I’ve got to say, I’m surprised to see you in a place like this.” He sings.

Steve can’t say he disagrees. His lips quirk up. Playful, it’s in his nature. “I come to these all the time, Billy. I like the atmosphere. And the art. It’s very new-age-industrial.”

Billy watches him for a moment with curious eyes, scanning over his expression. And, like so many years ago, Billy’s sea foam green eyes can read Steve’s face line for line like a damn book: “Bullshit.”

“I’m here to try and get laid!” Steve gives up the ruse with a laugh. It makes Billy’s own laughter come out, just as pretty as the rest of him. Steve takes a long swig of his drink while he allows Billy to laugh at him. Then slowly licks the sour taste from his lips.

Can’t help but notice Billy’s eyes track that movement as well.

“Is that what you want to hear?” Steve pushes.

Billy shrugs. He swipes back a lock of hair that had fallen across his forehead. “Yeah, sure. I believe that before Steve Harrington: indie art scene groupie.”

Steve rolls his eyes at being called a groupie. It’s not the worst thing, by far. “Sort of unfair you asked me what I was doing here, when I should ask the same. I thought you were splitting town? Running away from your old man?”

Billy watches Steve, his eyes widening as their last conversation resurfaces. As it floats to the top of Steve’s crappy mixed drink as buoyant as an olive.

“Figured you’d be sunburnt in Santa Carla by now?” Steve asks.

He asks and really means it.

That daydream had helped him repair his broken heart, his bruised and bloody ego, his tail between his legs. He told himself it wasn’t really about him, it was Billy’s father who ran him out of town. It was Billy’s father who planted and watered all the anger. The fact Steve was a hybrid was just a convenient excuse. Low hanging fruit. Even if the words never left his mind.

Even if the words sat on the edge of his bed every night to remind him of his unwantedness.

Steve imagines it was worth it, in some way, to get Billy to a safer place. Yet, he’s turned up here. Only a day’s drive from Steve’s hometown. In a pretentious pop-up bar. Glowing, and radiant, and blushing.

Billy lifts one hand to scrub at his beard. He’s got an open beer bottle pinched between his fingers. Effortlessly calm and suave. He takes a long swig before answering.

“Funny thing about Santa Carla… it’s a long drive out there for nowhere to stay.”

Billy’s searching his face, his body, as if it holds the answers. His electric-blue eyes settled finally on his tail.

Steve’s got to turn and order another drink. His fur starts standing on end from all the wonderful attention, preening from it.

“So you gave up?” Steve asks, uncaring.

“Something like that. I got a job here, an apartment. It was temporary ‘till I got some money, but you know. I just. Never left.”

Billy swallows thickly next to him. Shuffling as he gets closer. His hand is right beside Steve’s own as it lays on the bar.

Billy’s got ink all up and down his arms, on his chest and neck. He’s even got pretty things on the back of his hand. A red rose with brilliant green leaves curling over the edges of his palm.

Steve’s own hand itches to touch. To feel the tattoo’s raised scars, and Billy’s hot pulse under them. He wants to trace each one as if he were playing with lines of sunlight across the carpet on a sunny afternoon.

Steve reaches for his new drink, instead. He shivers as he drinks it down.

“Chicago’s not like Hawkins, then, huh? Where you just had to get out, just had to run—or, what?” Steve can taste the hatred in his own words. Stuck in his throat like a hair ball.

He was simply ‘Harrington’ to him across the bar now, only that. Billy’s hands were red, alright, but it wasn’t from his fucking tattoo. It was from Steve’s heart still beating inside of them.

“Steve,” Billy insists, “you know why I had to—.”

“I know.” Steve’s voice shakes with a whimper. His tail finally stops and curls closer to his feet, hiding away.

Steve blinks his swelling eyes down to Billy’s neck. The ink there is pretty too. Under the collar of the soft band t-shirt Billy’s wearing, Steve can see the wings of a flying sparrow.

“It was nice to see you again, Billy.”

Steve stands from the bar, finishing his drink before dropping a bill in one swift move, expecting to run away. He’s expecting to leave, to try and forget. Again. Just like last time.

But he doesn’t expect the hand that reaches for his elbow.

He doesn’t mean to shake the hand and keep walking. He’s on autopilot, he thinks. Blackout.

Feeling injured and lonely, Steve’s ears flatten to the top of his head and his tail hides between his legs. It had started raining while he was in the bar. The sidewalks are darker now, louder, from the onslaught.

And that’s just fine. The raindrops are fat and slow and they remind him of himself. He gasps for breath in the rain, and gets a mouthful.

“Oh, great, I’m drunk.” He mutters to himself.

Steve closes his eyes though a wave of nausea, stumbling further into the night, and when he opens them it’s like opening them up to a dream.

Blond curls turning dark in the rain, flattening to lay around Billy’s face in a pretty frame. His skin, pink and flushed from the cold, illuminates the freckles on his face like stars in the sky.

“Trying to make us even?” Billy yells over the rainfall.

Steve eyes him wary at first, hesitant he’s real at all.

“Making us even would be me calling you a freak!” He hissed.

Billy’s face falls. “Suppose so,” he calls. “You have every right to.”

Then he opens his arms. Holding them out as if waiting for a hug. Or a bullet. His shirts totally lost in the rain, turning the well loved gray to a solid black color that clings to Billy’s every curve. His abdomen is very welcoming, cozy, Steve wishes it could be his to run into.

He wished he could be the bullet. That he could hit Billy’s chest right there. Right there. In the same place his wound still bleeds.

But Steve was drunk. And cold. And wet. And his tail and ears hung so very heavy on his body.

He stayed quiet, watching blissfully as Billy got wetter and wetter. Until he wasn’t angry anymore.

“I was so mad at you for so long.” Forcing the words one by one, Steve’s voice trembles.

He closes his eyes and lets his silly, love-sick heart surge up into his throat.

“After us, I’ve spent my whole life trying to find someone that fits just like you, but… you’re different, Billy. You made me feel safe. Content. Warm.”

Billy scoffs, his hands dropping to his sides with a wet slap. “Bullshit.”

“Is it?” Steve meows a laugh.

Billy’s face creases in disgust, in confusion. Water falls from his long lashes as he blinks them rapidly.

“Cool it, kitty. I’m not some damn PRINCE CHARMING! I break everything I touch!” He yells over the rain. Over the base of the music they could still hear from the bar. Billy’s louder than any of that.

“Then why don’t you try fixing me!” Steve yells back. He’s desperate and mostly drunk as he steps closer.

And suddenly, Steve notices how Billy still radiates heat. The years of time between them tick down to nothingness. Steve shakes his head, pointed ears flicking water, his eyes a mix of tears and rain, and Billy opens his mouth like he’s about to ruin it.

But then, Steve’s pawing at that strawberry blond beard growth that wasn’t there years ago. And he pulls Billy’s head down with a light gasp that gets captured by Steve’s eager lips.

It’s a sad excuse for a kiss, it’s messy and it tastes like chilled beer. But Billy’s lips are hot, familiar, it makes Steve let out a whimpering, shameful moan.

Steve’s hands grip Billy’s shirt. Now he’s the one holding on— now he’s the one chasing. His claws rip the fabric with the want he has for Billy to stay so terribly bad.

“I never meant to hurt you.” Billy admits in a whisper.

He reaches down to cradle Steve’s arms. Slowly lifting the claws from his chest. Steve would let him do whatever he pleased, he’s already a trained house cat for Billy.

Their fingers laced together, as if pieces slotting back into place. With their hands like this, it brings back happy memories. On Steve’s teenage bed, in the early hours of the mornings before the world around them woke up. When Steve’s tail would wrap euphorically around Billy’s legs. When his ears were flattened by the force of his happy purring.

Then, Billy’s moving. Pulling him through the rain until Billy leads them to, truly, a tiny and shitty apartment. The red brick building was painted but beginning to flake off. Billy held his hand as they took the steps, and into the hallway, before begrudgingly letting go to fish his keys.

He turns over his shoulder to watch Steve. Key in the door. Steve is shivering, hugging his skinny frame, his sopping sweater. He doesn’t know what Billy could be looking at, but he smiles.

Billy opens the door and leads Steve inside. They settle in their underpants with towels around their heads on the couch. Their shoes and outer-clothes drip drying by the radiator.

Steve feels so content and warm he doesn’t even realize he’s purring.

“Woah, I really, really missed that.” Billy drawls. His hand finally reaches Steve’s tail, gently petting the tussled fur as if he spent years longing for this exact moment.

Steve can’t help but to kiss him again.

((My entry into the @harringrovezine Kings of Nowhere. I loved making Harringrove older and slightly down on their luck and lonely, so when I heard the prompt I jumped at making some sappy reunion scene. Of course I’ve got to make this pretty kitty Steven go through it a little bit before he becomes the King of Billy’s shitty apartment. And his whole life, I’m sure 😽😽. Thank you so much for letting me write on this amazing zine, make sure to check them out for other fic and art. Harringrove always and forever!!!))

[mariodreemurr]

Intro / Pinned Post!

“They laugh at me because I’m different. I laugh at them because they’re all the same.” –Kurt Cobain

Greetings, fellow humans! …Er, hey, everyone! Welcome to my all-purpose blog! Here, you’ll find all my Tumblr posts, including various art pieces, reblogs, and selfshipping stuff! So, without further ado, allow me to introduce myself. (This post may change over time!!)

Mario / Marma / Marm

22 y/o (there’s no NSFW/suggestive stuff here, but please be mindful before interacting)

AMAB Paraboy (He/They)

Bi-xenosexual (meaning, I am a bisexual who is exclusively attracted to sapient nonhumans)

Furry / alienkin (The last 2 names I gave for myself are names for my aliensona! I might post him someday.)

Selfshipper / fictolover (I do NOT use my aliensona for selfshipping. I consider him a separate character.)

INFP 4w5 so/sx 469 (4w5-6w5-9w8)

Hobbies / Interests (including media)

NOTE: Me having an interest in or having F/Os from a certain media DOES NOT MEAN THAT I CONDONE THE CREATOR’S ACTIONS, IF APPLICABLE!! Also, I don’t consider myself to be in these fandoms, if applicable. I’m just a fan!

90s alternative / grunge music

The Amazing Digital Circus

Beastars

Chikn Nuggit

Drawing & writing

The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy

Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss

Heavy metal, especially alternative metal (which includes funk metal, nu metal and rap metal)

Invader Zim

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (especially Part 3)

Kitty Is Not a Cat (please please PLEASE interact if you are also a fan of this!!! I want to meet more people who enjoy the show)

Nintendo, especially Super Mario, Kirby & Pokémon (up to and including Gen 7)

Personality types, most notably MBTI & Enneagrams

Pizza Tower

Statistics & data science

Trivia Crack / Triviatopia

Undertale / Deltarune / Undertale Yellow

BYF

I am autistic, which makes it very hard for me to interact with people sometimes. At times, I say things that I don’t truly mean, so please be patient with me. In addition, please say what you mean whenever you talk to me, as I often take things very literally.

I have very bad social anxiety, and I often delay responses simply because I’m shy and/or I don’t know what to say that won’t offend other people.

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Proshippers/comshippers/darkshippers (including neutrals, anti-antis, and “proship safe” blogs)

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If none of these apply to you, go under the cut for more!

Now that you’re still here, it’s time for the fun stuff!

(NOTE: As long as you truly respect them, I am 100% comfortable with sharing ANY AND ALL of my romantic & platonic F/Os!!!)

My F/O lists may change over time.

💖 (One and Only) Romantic F/O 💖

My one and only romantic F/O is Petal, one of the 16 (!) main characters of Kitty Is Not a Cat, an obscure Australian cartoon that aired from 2018 to 2020.

The show centers around the adventures and experiences of a human orphan girl named Kitty, who really wants to be a cat. One day, she encounters a mansion where 15 talking, musical cats live. Initially reluctant, the cats eventually agree to take care of her and accept her as one of their own. It is a very wholesome and underrated show, and I highly recommend thar you check it out!

But enough about the show, let’s talk about Petal!

Petal is a cat (of no specific breed) with purplish gray fur, including dark “chest fur.” She also wears a black collar.

Petal is considered the “mother” of the cats; she is protective of them and loves looking after everyone, especially Kitty. Petal is also very kind, caring, and enthusiastic to a fault…so much so that the other cats have gotten annoyed at her sometimes. Despite her kind and gentle nature, she knows when enough is enough, and is willing to put her foot down if it means justice.

Petal’s motherly nature makes her quite intelligent for a cat. But she still has done some pretty derpy things at times. For example, there was one episode in which she confused a play Kitty put on as fact instead of fiction, and she joined the other cats in searching for buried treasure outside the mansion. In another episode (and one of my personal favorite ones), Kitty built a big plastic playhouse outside the mansion, and Petal and the other cats got the idea that she was moving out. This made her and the other cats very sad, and they in turn “visited” her in an absolutely hilarious sequence of events.

And yet, despite not fully understanding things sometimes (in particular, human culture and behavior), she does her absolute best to be as kind and respectful about them as possible. This kind of support is exactly what I need in life.

And this is our ship!

(This commission was done by @/sheepie-self-ships!)

Our ship name is AltMetal! Every post about this ship, whether it is an art or writing piece, will be tagged with this.

There’s not really much more to say here, other than the fact that I love her so goddamn much. If you want more content of this selfship, follow this blog, which includes gushes and whatnot!

Queerplatonic F/Os

Petal is my only romantic F/O, but I also have a handful of queerplatonic F/Os. Even though they’re not romantic, I still very much care for them. They are:

Amyllia-Gotanka (OC)

Casey (OC)

Maria (OC)

Wendy (OC)

Familial F/Os

I also have 6 familial F/Os. They are:

Kirby (Kirby series) - Son

Tito (Trivia Crack / Triviatopia, but esp. the latter) - Son

Haru (Beastars) - Daughter

Mandy (The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy) - Daughter

Toriel (Undertale) - Mother

Asriel Dreemurr (Undertale) - Brother

Platonic F/Os

Lastly, I have several platonic F/Os. They are:

Adam (Hazbin Hotel)

Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)

Ankha (Animal Crossing)

Barbie Wire (Helluva Boss)

Cheeta (Kitty Is Not a Cat)

Foghorn Leghorn (Looney Tunes)

Ginsburg (Kitty Is Not a Cat)

Grim (The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy)

Happy (Kitty Is Not a Cat)

All of I.M.P. (Helluva Boss)

Jean Pierre Polnareff (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Johnny Cage (Mortal Kombat, esp. his MK1 incarnation)

Part 3 Joseph Joestar (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Legoshi (Beastars)

Meow Skulls (Fortnite)

Miley (Kitty Is Not a Cat)

Ming (Kitty Is Not a Cat)

The Nazz (Kitty Is Not a Cat)

Noriaki Kakyoin (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Sallie May (Helluva Boss)

Schnitzel (Chowder)

Sidon (The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)

Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel)

Spook (Kitty Is Not a Cat)

Starlo (Undertale Yellow)

Thorn (Kitty Is Not a Cat)

And that’s pretty much it for this post! Hope to see y’all around in the future!

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Proship/comship DNI.

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC WRITING PROMPT #1

(I don't know if someone has already written this idea yet. If someone has tho please give me the info/link so I can read it. 👀

This might be the only prompt I do, because my brain likes to keep my creativity behind bars a majority of the time. That and anxiety. I've never done a post like this before. Also, most of my knowledge is from DP not DC. Please forgive me if I get something wrong.)

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = Just me building off of other ideas.

short prompt #1 →

short prompt #2 →

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Lair of Mystery

The House of Mystery is Danny's lair or vacation lair(1) and ever since he outlived his friends and family(2), he's been coming to the House of Mystery whenever he needs a break from his kingly duties. Since it's the Infinite Realms, the HoM exists in every universe, but due to it not always being in the form of a literal house and difficult for outsiders to enter, it's never found. At least until now.

One day when he goes to the lair after (insert amount of time) he finds that the Justice League Dark have set up in his home. Initially, the JLD attack him but Danny puts a stop to that fast. It's his house, he can control anything inside it which includes anyone he deems an intruder. An interrogation more or less takes place, both parties are confused by the others presence, both sides get answers and are shocked by them. Danny because the JLD are a subdivision of a superhero agency that specializes in magic/the occult and the JLD because they've literally been using the house of a very powerful monarch without even knowing it.

Danny isn't angry the JLD are inside his house once he gets over the surprise. In fact, he's rather happy to have company of the non-ghost variety and is curious about their world full of superheroes and aliens. He comes to a decision. He will let the JLD continue to use his house as a base of operations if they are willing to agree to a few terms.

1. No one is to touch or use any artifacts they may find inside the HoM without his explicit permission. Some things are too dangerous for human hands to hold.

2. They seek him out of there is anything of the dead/occult variety threatening their world that they are unable to handle by themselves. (The JLD are shocked to learn of the King's past as a young hero as his explanation for this term. He misses those times and helping the JLD will also be another way to fulfill his obsession besides him being King.)

3. They spend time with him. Being the ruler of an infinitely expanding dimension gets pretty overwhelming and lonely at times. Even he needs a break. On top of missing his hero days, he misses the simpler times of being just a regular guy.

The JLD easily agree to his terms. From then on, they peacefully coexist in the HoM for many years to come. Danny is happier than he's been in a long time and so are the JLD because he's a wonderful host and has actually helped them with a few of their personal issues. Danny, having seen straight through his Captain Marvel form, gave Billy a fully furnished bedroom fit for a growing teenager and hidden from the others in the house. Danny and Billy hang out and play video games whenever they need to unwind with someone their age(3) with no secrets between them.

Danny helps Constantine with his soul contracts, seeing how they are fraying his soul and aging him prematurely. They have an easy camaraderie and sometimes share a bottle of whiskey together(4). Etc.

All is good.

Until some world ending threat of the dead/occult variety really does happen and the JLD call for Danny's help. He goes to them in full regalia with chainmail, breastplate with his hero symbol emblazoned on it, billowing, fur-collared purple cape with the cosmos displayed on the interior, a black crown incased in ice above his head with a sword of ghost ice in the hand that wears the newly dubbed Ring of (Peace?)(5). He doesn't even have to do anything. His presence alone is enough to intimidate the world ending threat into complete submission and is easily sent back into the Infinite Realms to face judgement for attacking the Living Realm.

This is how he's introduced to the rest of the Justice League. It's your choice on how they react and what happens beyond this point if you decide to take it further.

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This is entirely up for grabs and I wanna read whatever's written.

Notes:

(1) Your choice if it's his original lair or a vacation one depending on if you count Pariah's old castle as Danny's lair or not.

(2) Your choice if any of his friends or family members turn into ghosts.

(3) Danny is able to change the age of his form to an extent, an ability he inherited from his mentor, Clockwork. He uses it when he feels it would make it easier for other people to relate to him. He also has an eldritch form that he doesn't like to use in front of others unless he absolutely has to. You can leave any part of this detail out if you want to. I just thought it would be kinda cool and also a more subtle way of showing how powerful he is now.

(4) He is technically an adult (read several hundred years old) so he can partake if he wants to. Refer to note above this one.

(5) Should the function and name of the Ring of Rage change due to Danny being King or not? Your choice!

(*) Also, I read the House of Mystery is in a place called the Dreaming, a realm ruled by Morpheus the god of sleep and dreams. If this is truly the case, would it be plausible to say that Nocturne is just another one of Morpheus' forms? Would that mean the House of Mystery is in Nocturne's territory? If so, are Danny and Nocturne friends now? 👀

(*) the Dreaming is part of the Infinite Realms.

[weird-an]

"You're not a wolf, you're a fucking dog," Steve says to Billy.

Billy glares at him from the couch. Where he isn't supposed to hang out when he's a big hairy wolf. His hairs get everywhere. He also isn't supposed to eat the leftover chicken Steve wanted to give Dustin.

Billy huffs, tilting his head a little. He's always trying to keep the wolf when Steve is mad - or ranting or whatever. Steve has ended up scratching him behind the ears and telling him he's a good boy too many times. Not this time.

"It's not a full moon, you know what you're doing."

That's the whole stupid point. Steve keeps track. He has a fucking calendar.

Billy grunts and knocks his snout against Steve.

"Dude."

The wolf rolls his eyes. The world shakes a little, the hairs on Steve's neck stand up - and there Billy is again. Or at least most of him.

Great. He kept the ears. Sand colored like the rest of his fur, with black tips. Because Billy knows he just needs to make little noises and his ears twitch and Steve will cave. Not this time.

"You're no fun," he growls, voice still more wolf than man. He leans forward, toothy smile showing Steve that his canines are still sharp. "It's not that bad."

"What did we talk about?" Steve crosses his arms. He won't pet him.

Billy scrunches his nose. His right ear twitches. His nose turns a little pink.

Of course. Billy is such a brat.

"Billy," Steve grits out. If Billy wants the collar, he can have it. But in the end, Steve is in charge. "Get me the collar then."

Billy's eyes are brighter than the sky. "Fine, if you have to make such a deal-"

"And the leash."

Billy's mouth snaps shut.

"No leash," he bitches.

"You have thirty seconds," Steve just says, making sure he sounds bored. "I have a couch to clean."

Billy scowls at him, ears laid back when Steve fastens the collar around his neck and hooks the leash onto it.

"Maybe I let you loose too often," Steve muses. He tugs the leash.

Billy glares at him, the blush bleeding from his nose to his cheeks.

"You wanna go for a walk?" Steve asks.

"Outside?" Billy rasps. Obviously stunned that this isn't going like he planned.

"It's a nice day." Steve gets up and yanks the chain. Billy squirms. He's hard in his pants. "Do you wanna be a good boy or what?"

@cicadasketch Werewolf! Billy on a leash makes me crazy.

[seeingteacupsindragons]

I keep thinking about this photo and the way Miyoshi characterized them with their new, modern outfits so well.

Miyoshi has talked actually quite a bit about the character designs for the characters in this series, and it's very obvious how much thought and care was put into each of them--to the point of having Billy designed before chapter one.

And I think that's really reflective here, even in these normally impossible outfit choices.

Let's start with Louis: He's the only brother wearing color (blue jacket, orangey-brown boots), as William and Albert are both in head-to-toe neutrals. Louis has a lot of that, too, but Louis has this thing going on where...none...of his clothes...quite...go...together.

He's wearing what looks to be joggers??? With a very nice ribbed turtleneck sweater. Just wildly clashing formality levels here. And a nice hooded duffle jacket, which falls in a weird formality level between those two extremes and doesn't quite work with the turtleneck. A hooded jacket and turtleneck is, ah, not what one would consider a particularly "fashionable" choice. And then's he wearing what looks like hiking work boots. Those are not fashion boots, either, and they're not sneakers.

My point is, what even is this combo? He looks like he got dressed in the first things his hands grabbed out of the closet and then shoved the only pair of shoes by the door on his feet on his way out of the door--his pants are tucked into them, but lazily. The shoes have fake elastic laces, which look childish and are also lazy. He does not care.

And Louis has never been one for looks over practicality: he scarred his own face because it was expedient and useful. And yet there's a pop of color and life to him that his brothers and their mental issues don't quite have. A childishness to the rushed mismatch of things and the most casual clothes any of the brothers have.

William will be quicker, mostly because I already talked about the fact that's he's dressed like a beatnik, a subculture known for its focus on art, anti-commercialism, and equality. So. Yeah.

But William also looks a little like Louis in that he probably doesn't care much about his appearance: he probably has a closet just full of all black clothing he can always match and a neutral, plain trench with no adornment.

He's also dressed to attract as little attention as possible. He's attractive, of course, and his clothes look nice and fit well. But they're incredibly unremarkable, with no accessories or styling to them. No sparks of bright colors. Just there, fitting in, going unnoticed, much like his regular ol' suit in the main canon. If he dressed like Louis, it would attract attention by being different so he puts a little more effort in.

And last, Albert. Albert is the only one of his brothers wearing accessories: that scarf is a fashion scarf, not a functional one (for all that it seems a little chilly, as they're all wearing coats over what appear to be sweaters). He has gloves. I think I've seen those fashion booties in the Women's department. His collar is popped and his pants are cuffed.

But none of those are flashy, expensive accessories. He's not got a 2k dollar watch or cufflinks or furs or even any color. He's in neutrals just like William, and his clothes are rather plain. But the focus with him is on the way he wears them: he's put effort into the scarf and gloves and making sure those very closely fitting pants go OVER the boots and then cuffed them to show off the boots even though they don't appear long enough to need the cuffing for height (and he's mfing tall, like, finding pants for those legs must be hard enough). He looks nice, he looks fashionable and neat and well-cared for...but he doesn't look like a dandy. He's not trying to peacock around. It's a very subtle, classy way to look well-dressed without feeling like a misuse of funds or rubbing it in anyone's face.

None of Louis's items of clothing go together, but it's all very practical and it functions, and that's what matters, right?

All of William's clothing goes together because he bought the blandest items possible because he doesn't want to think about himself or have other people think about him. He's busy thinking about Math and Sherlock.

Albert wants to be classy and subtly fashionable without being an ostentatious asshole.

And it all just works really for their personalities, and I just love the attention and care put into things like that to make sure you can really feel and recognize the characters from a glance (like when Miyoshi was discussing the importance of giving William and Sherlock such distinct silhouettes despite being the same size and width).

It's a lot of work, and work well done, so I want to appreciate it all with you.

[neonponders]

Part 20 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🎀

Part 19

( pt. 7′s art 🎩 ) ( pt. 9′s art 👀 ) ( pt. 14′s art 💨 )

~ on ao3 ~

• • •

Steve set the box on the counter. “Okay, try not to think about the smell. I’ll wash everything you like.”

Little Chrissy gazed up at him as he unpacked his mother’s old collection of doll clothes. “Here we go...these should fit.”

Small Billy exclaimed, “You’ve been howldin’ out on us, Stevie!”

He sighed, “It didn’t occur to me that you might like a skirt, but I can see the allure.”

Sure enough, Billy yanked on a swooshy skirt in a flower fabric. It matched a shirt somewhere in the box, but the littles had yet to care about matching. Little Billy dressed himself in a skirt and a bathrobe and planted his fists on his hips triumphantly.

Little Steve, meanwhile, gazed dreamily at a big fur coat, the cocoon kind that some fancy lady would wear. Big Steve was pretty sure his mother had a real one in her closet somewhere, but he watched his littler self wrap up in it and then fall over, blissfully padded and warm.

Chrissy walked between the garments laid out on the counter. To Eddie’s credit, he’d given her the shorts and letterman jacket that came on the NBA doll from which little Eddie’s jersey had originated. Now she pointed at some pink, pleated trousers and a big white cardigan. As Steve reached for them to set them aside, she gasped and blurted, “And the bow!”

Both pairs of Billys and Steves perked up in surprise. She hadn’t spoken yet, but the hand she covered her mouth with slowly came down as she stood her ground. Steve nodded, “And the bow. One laundry pile comin’ right up.”

While he stuffed everything into a delicates bag and disappeared to the laundry room, Eddie ventured into the box and pulled out a leather-looking, tasseled jacket. “Woah. Mrs. H. has taste - Eds, if you fly like a bug, you’ll get smacked like a bug.”

“I wanna see!” his little complained, flapping his wings around Eddie’s face. He placed the jacket on the countertop with his hand over it, inducing the little one to land and try to heave his hand out of the way.

“Say pwease, Eddie,” Chrissy reminded in a small voice.

He huffed and straightened in a melodramatic, dignified stance. “May I pwease see it?”

Big Eddie moved his hand, and Chrissy giggled as little Eddie was too excited to not hover over the jacket. His wings kept moving while he reached grabby hands over the jacket. Big Eddie rested his face on his palm as he said dryly, “Hey, butthead.”

The little’s face snapped up. “You’rwe a butthead! - OH.”

He snatched the matching, tasseled vest off of Eddie’s fingertip. He finally landed for little Billy to help him get his wings into it, and large Eddie softened his voice for Chrissy. “You can have the jacket.”

“Weally?” she asked, lifting it up.

“You can actually wear it,” he confirmed, and pinched the back of the collar so she could push her arms into it. The black leather material made her hair pop. He smiled as she shimmied, making the tassels sway.

When she smiled up at him, his eyes went heavy, almost sad. “Thank you, Eddie!”

“Thank Steve, not me.”

“Huh?” said Steve chirped on his way back into the room.

“Thanks for providing a miniature mall,” Eddie rerouted, and then looked down at little Billy demanding his attention.

“Hey! Take me overw therwe! I wanna see!”

Eddie glanced at big Billy by the stove with a skillet and a package of bacon. “Is that a good idea? The bacon grease spits.”

Steve provided, “They can watch from the cabinet above the stove.”

Billy opened the cabinet, revealing a makeshift viewing platform made from chopsticks and popsicle sticks glued together, fencing the littles in. Eddie cupped his hands together for Chrissy, Steve, and Billy to get on as he said, “Oh. So...you’ve had them a while.”

Little Eddie flew to big Billy’s shoulder to watch the bacon cook while big Steve confirmed, “Yeah. I’ve had help, though. Does anyone else know about yours?”

Eddie sighed and shook his head. “It’s only a matter of time before my uncle knows. He’s not, like, a mean-spirited person, but I don’t want to break the news to him that we technically have two extra mouths to feed.”

Billy started turning over the bacon strips as he said, “The good news is that their clothes are expensive, not the food.”

“And Harrington’s footing the bill. Right, big boy?” Eddie smiled.

Steve matched it with more of a grimace. “Hopper’s actually supplied most of the clothes.”

“Are you telling me that the trailer park flower has more cash to spend than Steve Harrington? - NOTCOOL!” Billy carried a violently bubbling strip of bacon in some tongs over his hand. “I’m civil. I’m sorry, all right? It was unnecessary.”

Steve’s smile was still far from mirthful as he retaliated, “So you like Chrissy Cunningham?”

Eddie’s brows furrowed and his eyes wandered. “Hawkins’ lead cheerleader? Who doesn’t like her?”

But Billy leaned against the counter, waiting for the bacon to cook as he gazed at Steve. He deduced, “Did Chrissy and Eddie show up at the same time?”

Eddie took a deep breath, slotting his hands into his jeans’ butt pockets. “Yeah.”

“Like our Steve and Billy - don’t pull my earring. Hold onto my hair.”

“Sowwy,” little Eddie apologized from his shoulder. “When’s it done?”

“It needs more color. Tiny Eds, what do you think of Chrissy?”

“She’s the pweetiest and sweetest - ”

Little Eddie gasped and covered his mouth as his face turned as pink as a raspberry. Billy smirked at big Eddie grinding his jaw. “That was easy.”

Eddie defended, “They’re, like, their own little people. The real Chrissy would never - ”

“She is real,” Steve countered. “Don’t trivialize their feelings. It doesn’t turn out well for any of us.”

“Fine,” he sighed, “but the bigger Chrissy has never shown me a second glance. Outside of one quick deal.”

Billy’s brows lifted. “Cunningham asked you for something?”

Eddie deflated enough to lean against the island counter. “Yeah. Fun thing about being a dealer: I’m everyone’s psychologist. You tell me what you want, I know what your problems are.”

Steve frowned. “What’re hers?”

"I don’t know the specifics, obviously. But between Hargrove stepping in during her breakup and then her asking me for something stronger than weed, I’d say it’s pretty nuclear.”

Steve looked at Billy. “She and Carver broke up?”

Billy smirked. “You’re really outside of the rumor mill. She tried to break things off in the park. I go there to read sometimes. I’m surprised you didn’t hear anything, because Carver’s better at talking than basketball.”

“That’s why he wasn’t captain until I was gone,” Steve agreed, but then his tone tilted into something darker. “Did Jason try anything?”

Billy snorted softly. “I didn’t take him as the type, but he didn’t like losing his trophy girlfriend. I shut Jason up and took her home before any of us discovered things about each other.”

“Thanks.”

Billy frowned. “Why are you thanking me?”

“Because Chris and I used to be friends. We didn’t have any falling out, but my dating Nancy got me locked out of the same friend group. She was always cool to me, anyways. I thought she was brave for that. She used to come over when nights were rough with her parents.”

Billy started putting bacon strips on a plate with paper towels. He ripped an inch of bacon into pieces for the littles chatting amongst themselves to start whooping in celebration. Wet chomping echoed behind him as he said, “So it wouldn’t be out of pocket for you to invite her over?”

Eddie’s spine went rigid. “Hold on. Let’s think about this.”

“We are thinking,” Billy hushed. “Steve’s right, she’s braver than you’re giving her credit.”

“I know she is! She met me at my dealing picnic table, and for some unbelievable reason, the universe has entrusted me with her tinier version - ”

“Eddie?” her voice called. He shut right up, watching his own little fly into the cabinet to check on her as she said, “Be nice.”

Eddie’s head tilted down as if she’d smacked his crown. “Yes, ma’am.”

A loud noise buzzed from the laundry room, inducing Steve to chime, “Clothes are almost done. They just need a tumble in the dryer.”

They watched him disappear down the hall, Eddie dejectedly chewing on some bacon before he pivoted toward Billy saying, “Even if Chrissy doesn’t react well, she’ll come around.”

Eddie’s eyes observed him pouring the bacon grease into a dish and reaching for some eggs on standby. “So, you like Steve?”

Eddie never thought eggs could be threatening, but Billy sure made one look intimidating in his hand. But Eddie crooned, “Or Steve likes you. Is that the theory we’re running on? Put the egg down. Down. Down, please! ”

[griffinkid]

I got a Billie from Furrever Remembered ❤️

This plush is the first one I've seen that actually resembles her. It has a pouch in the tummy where I've put one of her collars and a little jar of fur I kept, so a little part of her is in the plush. ❤️

Bonus content: real Billie:

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

My Harringrove AU List A-M

Part 2 - N-Z

Afterlife

I Missed You - Steve dies and is reunited with Billy in the afterlife.

Android

Build-A-Man - Mrs. Harrington buys Steve an android to take care of him, he doesn't particularly like it but Billy isn't going anywhere.

Animal Hybrids

Bunny - Billy comes home to his bunny.

Collars - Catboy Steve has a collection of collars.

Nest Material - Billy has been stealing bits of hair and fur from Steve since he got to town. Today it comes to a head.

Night Time Rituals - Catboy Steve and Billy’s bedtime ritual. 

Eggcellent - Steve is just trying to do his job and get his eggs delivered but finds himself waylaid by a determined wolf.

Seashells and Books on Tape - When Billy gets to Hawkins he finds his mate, the only problem is Billy can't get his mouth to work right around him so he has to find other ways to make his intentions known.

Bender (AtLA)

Fight Night - Steve and Billy are forced to fight. When Steve throws the match it pisses Billy off. 

New Trick? - Steve likes to fuck with Billy when he’s angry.

Childhood Friends to Loves

Helping Hand - Steve has hang ups about touching his own dick preventing him from masturbating, Billy offers him a helping hand.

Kill For You - Steve accidently killed Neil when they were kids, Billy has been protecting him ever since and he'll never stop.

College/University

Bidder, Bidder Won’t You Take Me Home - Steve is up for auction for a charity event Carol's sorority is hosting, after seeing Billy he wants his bid. (Werewolf/Succubus) 

Drink Me - Billy adds a little something special to Steve's coffee every morning. (Coffee Shop Au)

Insecurities of Drinking - Steve gets insecure when he is drinking and seeing some drunk girl kiss Billy doesn't help.

It’s A Date - Billy's advisor insists he needs to take a refresher course, Billy doesn't want to be there until Steve Harrington of all people walks in.

Worm - Billy takes issue with Steve's sweater.

Crime Boss

Trigger Happy - Steve doesn't like it when Billy shows up with injuries.

Curses

Care and Feeding - Billy comes to town and befriends Steve. Billy would like to pursue more than that but he is determined to wait until Steve gets over his recent heartbreak. (Werewolf/Fairy)

Deaged

The Babe With The Power (Series) - Steve ends up a much younger version of himself and Billy happens to be his favorite person.

Demigods

Death and Flowers - Steve ventures down into the underworld to retrieve Dustin’s soul, Billy offers him a deal in return for it.

Demons

Demon Steve/Mob boss Billy - Steve follows his nose to Billy and instead of getting a soul gets a date. 

Disabilities

All In The Hands - Billy isn't sure how surviving Starcout leads to the kids deciding he's friend material but he'd be lying if he said he minded. Especially when they help him learn sign language and get a date.

As Many Times As You Want - Steve is a little drunk and he finally takes Billy up on an offer he has been making for months.

Helper Billy - Steve suffers from neurological issues and Billy is hired to help him in his day to day life.

Farmer

The Fairy In The Garden - Billy finds an unexpected visitor in his garden. (Werewolf/Fairy)

Fairy 

How to Catch a Boyfriend - Billy wanders into the forest and meets a fairy. He's sure Steve and the fairy are one in the same and all he wants to do is keep them.

Christmas - Just some Hc’s for HtCaB during the holiday. 

FemHarringrove

Best Behavior - Stevie needs to be on her best behavior and Billie makes sure she will be. (Royalty)

California - Stevie invites Billie out to California for her birthday.

The Hawkins Roller Rink - Billie Goes exploring when she gets to Hawkins and see the most beautiful girl on skates.

Melt - Billie fucks Stevie with a popsicle.

Straight From The Source - Billie takes the long path to get what she wants, luckily it works out.

Sweatpants - Billie just wants to see her girlfriend in some pants.

Tastes Like Sunshine - Billie has dinner waiting when Stevie gets home. (Werewolf/Vampire)

Flayed/Killer

Black in The Moonlight - The mind flayer thinks they need to get rid of Steve until they follow him.

Let Me Mu-Marry You - They take someone Steve wanted.

Flayed/Powers

The Grower and The Shower - Steve reveals his powers to save everyone at the last minute, Billy checks on him in the aftermath.

Furries

Come Sit On My Lap - Billy borrows his new work uniform. It definitely awakens some things even if Steve is not willing to admit he is into it too.

Furry Billy - Billy making his own suits

Genderfluid/Genderqueer

It’s Cold But Your Mouth It’s Burning - Billy likes wearing makeup he’s not expecting Steve to think it looks good on him.

Washed Pink - Steve gets his cheap little red heart shaped sunglasses after sleeping with Tammy, and they end up being friends. Steve really likes the way he looks in those sunglasses, the way the world looks, turns out Billy really liked them too.

Haunting (Real or Imagined)

Baby Steve and the Ghosts - this isn’t technically harringrove but honorable mention because if I ever actually add more it’s supposed to be harringrove. - Steve is born during a winter storm and the ghosts think of him as theirs.

Ghost Deterrent -  Billy is bored and wants nachos, Steve is bathing in the dark and has nachos. Billy gets more than nachos.

You’re A Vision - Billy dies but he's not gone, he spends most of his time haunting Steve.

Headless Horseman

Pumpkin Head - Headless Horseman Billy and his witchy partner having some fun in the pumpkin patch.

Magic

A Different Kind of Love Spell - Steve leaves the castle on his tenth birthday looking to gain parental love. (Royalty)

Dandelion Wishes - Billy finds a dandelion as a child and makes a wish for someone that will love him forever.

It’s Your Birthday, We Can Cry If We Want To - Every year Steve makes a cake and every year he summons Billy Hargrove from beyond the grave.

Kitchen Witch - Steve has magic, he just doesn't know it. He doesn't believe Dustin no matter how many times he insists that Steve's food is magic, because that is preposterous. Slowly others start to recognize that Steve has magic too, and then Billy comes along with accusations of a love potion when Neil gets a hold of some cookies Steve made and starts acting nice.

Magic Touch – Werewolf Billy steals Steve’s sex sleeve and has no idea what he’s really gotten ahold of. 

Magical Boy

Mantle of The Black Cat - Things are looking really bad at the junkyard so Steve makes a deal with a talking cat.

Mechanic

Perkin’s Repair Shop - Billy’s car breaks down, his car can’t be fixed today but his day can.

Minotaur

Minotaur Billy - Steve enters the labyrinth to help out Robin and there he meets Billy.

Modern

Dick Pic - Billy sends Steve a dick pic. The response he gets is better than he hoped for. 

Making Friends - Steve hasn't made any friends in his fandom, Billy tries to help.

Pretty Boy - Billy starts texting Steve while he is out of town, when he gets home he comes for Steve. 

Squish Me - Steve is a content creator who mostly posts about Squishmallows. Billy doesn't care about the mallows but he still watches all of Steve's videos.

Take a Dirty Picture for Me - Billy and Max have a deal she takes pictures of Steve for him and he leaves her friends and her alone. Steve find out and Billy makes a new deal, Steve takes the pictures Billy wants and he continues to leave them be. Billy wants more than candids though and things heat up.

Tickle - Steve has been playing the same song for hours, Billy is going to put a stop to it. 

The View - Billy works at the Hot Topic in the mall and Steve works in the Sanrio store right next door.

Your Little Shit - Steve treats himself to some lingerie and Billy just happens to be around when his box full of pretty lacy things comes in. Billy insists Steve try them on so he can act as his second opinion.

Models

Model Behavior - Billy finally gets to do a shoot with Steve 'The Hair' Harrington and he could not be happier with the way it turns out. 

MPreg

The Belly - Billy insists on taking pictures of Steve's stomach as soon as they get the positive test.

Musicians

Video Killed the Radio Star - Billy gets a lot of flack for defending a fan against a creeper. Billy finally meets the fan he defended.

Part 2 - N-Z

[maracujatangerine]

Collaboration

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

Lydia glanced through her notes once again, dark green ink on white paper detailing her plans for the event and some of the questions she wanted to ask.

The book on the desk in front of her had a glossy photo of a shaggy billy goat on the cover, the animal’s strange eyes meeting the observer’s with amused intelligence. The curve of his massive horns matched almost perfectly the outline of the mountain ridge behind him. It seemed almost impossible to capture such a moment and yet the whole book was filled with similarly impressive photography. Lydia’s personal favourite was a photo of a hawk diving in front of a waterfall, the whole image misty and fluid like a dream.

It was quite a coup, Lydia felt, to have snagged such a famous photographer to take part in an event at her shop. There would be two local nature photographers that would take part in person, and then a digital presentation by Decima de Mares. She felt slightly nervous, what she had heard was that Decima was a bit… peculiar. She hoped that the conversation would go well.

*

“I will have an interview soon” said Miss, taking unfolded clothes and throwing them on the bed. “And I think this should look like it’s clean in there”

“Can I stay there, Miss?” Juli asked anxiously.

“I suppose you could, why? Are you interested in the interview?”

“I just wanna to be in the same place as you” Juli said honestly

“That’s sweet.”

*

With a deep breath, Lydia opened the meeting app and smiled her most charming smile at the person on the other side of the screen.

“Hi! I’m Lydia Winterthorpe. Thank you so much for taking the time to meet with me.”

“No problem, it’s an opportunity for me too. I hope the camera is not picking up the mess in my room” Decima joked.

The conversation went smoothly after that.

“So what was your own favourite photo?” Lydia asked.

“I think it was one of the old castle. We do not know who built it, we only know a rough date of when it happened. By now there are only a few walls left and rain caused it to become some sort of a lake… a lake inside something that was once a luxurious living space. I think it’s very poetic. It’s also a special place for me. ”

A sudden movement in the corner of the screen caught Lydia’s eye. A glimpse of light brown fur against the photographer’s white wrist. Then she saw it again and smiled to herself.

“Sorry Miss Decima,” she said, “I lost my thread a bit, I just saw your cat waving its tail.”

“Oh no.” The pale woman smiled, too. “It is my pet, but he’s no cat. Even though he does knock things out of counters sometimes. Come on up and say hi, Juli.”

A short moment of silence.

“I said to say hello” Decima repeated. Was she angry? Or trying to force her pet to do something he didn’t want to?

A young man with a shock of light brown hair and grey eyes shyly raised his head. Lydia felt her blood run cold when she saw the collar around his neck.

*

For most of the interview Juli was just hidden away from the camera, enjoying the pats, and not paying much attention to what was going on around him. He was just wondering whether or not jelly could be classified as a soup. It was made by putting something in hot water after all. But the end result is solid, not liquid, so…

“...Juli”

He heard his name, pulling him away from his silly thoughts.

He made eye contact with Miss and she understood that he didn’t hear her, so she patiently repeated herself. She wasn’t even annoyed with him not listening and once again Juli was reminded how kind she was.

*

“Uhm, hello Miss Winterthrope… pleasure to meet you” said the boy awkwardly. “I’m sorry for interrupting, uhh…” he looked at Decima, like to check if he’s not saying anything wrong“... I hope my presence is not bothering you”

“No, that is totally fine.” Lydia smiled. “I’m glad to meet you, Juli.”

What kind of pet owner is she? Lydia wondered quietly to herself. Out loud, she asked.

“Have you been living with Decima for a long time?”

“Not yet, but… I hope I will” said the boy.

“That’s nice.” Does he say it because he feels like he has to? Or because she’s actually nice to him? Lydia thought to herself. And who am I to judge? Buying a pet yourself doesn’t exactly give you the moral high ground, does it?

”So, as we discussed earlier, I’m thinking it would be good if you give a presentation for around 30 minutes, and then we’ll open the floor to the public and everyone will have the chance to ask some questions.” Lydia made an effort to return to the topic of the meeting. “Does that still sound like a plan?”

As the blue-haired photographer assented, Lydia surreptitiously studied the pet. He seemed… fine. Clean, not injured, a bit on the thin side, perhaps.

”That sounds like it will be a very good set-up.” Decima said. “I’m looking forward to hearing from the other photographers as well, it is always nice to get some new perspectives.”

She smiled down at Juli kneeling by her side. “I haven’t been able to go to any conferences lately, so I really appreciate the chance to participate online. I got Juli somewhat by chance, and he didn’t have a great time in his previous life. I want him to get more comfortable with being on his own before I go away again.”

“Oh, I see.” Subconscious recognition clicked into place in Lydia’s mind. The way Juli looked at Decima reminded her of the way Coriander had been looking at her when he first came. She smiled, genuinely this time. Her brown eyes glittered. “I know what that’s like, actually.”

Raising her voice slightly, she called out. “Cory, would you like to come in and introduce yourself?”

*

After a moment, the sound of a door opening and closing could be heard. A pet with blonde hair appeared on the screen. He looked… pretty. He was of the kind that rich people would show off and he had no scars on his face.

Juli suddenly felt nervous.

Even though they both were pets the one on the other side on the screen looked so much more… proper. What if he would notice every mistake Juli makes and point it out and then Miss would be embarrassed, because she can’t even keep one pet in line?

“It's a pleasure to meet you. T-this pet’s name is Coriander.” When he raised a hand in greeting, Juli could see scarring all around his wrist.

“Nice to meet you, Coriander” said Miss.

“This is Decima and Juli.” Miss Lydia explained. “She is the photographer I told you about.” The brunette held up Miss Decima’s book to the pet, who smiled.

“Y-you have created a beautiful book, Miss Decima.” He said. “Miss Lydia has shown it to t-his pet.”

“Thank you.” Miss smiled. “We just talked about which photos we like the best, did you have a favourite picture?”

It was subtle, but Juli caught the way the other pet glanced at Miss Lydia. When she nodded encouragingly, Coriander continued.

“T-this pet l-liked the photo with the field of sunflowers against the mountain. T-the light w-was a-amazing.” Quickly, he added. “B-but all the photos were beautiful.”

“That is one of my favourites, as well.” Miss said.

“What about Juli?” Miss Lydia asked. “Which photo did you like the best?”

“My favourite is from… not from this book, there is another one with fishies and… can I bring it there?”

“Go ahead, we’ll wait.”

Juli disappeared for a while and came back carrying a book in a hard, black cover. He opened it on one page and turned it to the camera. There was a seahorse, visible sunrays crossing the water and scattering on the animal’s skin.

“I liked it very much and because it’s cute and I even was gifted plush seahorse, because I liked it so much”

”That is gorgeous!” Miss Lydia said. “I understand why that is your favourite.”

“I-it is beautiful.” Cory agreed.

“Well,” Miss Lydia said, “thank you for the meeting. It was really nice to talk with both of you. I think we have a good plan in place, Decima, but let’s meet on Wednesday and make the final decisions.”

“N-nice to meet you, Miss Decima, Juli.”

“Likewise.”

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This post is a collaboration between @octopus-reactivated and @maracujatangerine. It is part of the 2023 BBU Community Days organised by @bbu-on-the-side. This is our joint entry for day 15: Collaboration.

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Songs for Stuilly ‼️

Some of you may agree, some may disagree and that’s okay! This is simply for fun 💕 [albums and artists will be named for easier navigation] [format similar to Asher’s post!]

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Take Me Back To Eden [Sleep Token]

• The Summoning

I feel like this is a given if you’ve ever heard This song-

“I’ve got a river running right into you, I’ve got a blood trail, red in the blue.”

This is Billy talking about/to Stu.

“You’ve got my body, flesh, and bone.”

Stu and his devotion to billy

“‘Cause these days I would be lying if I told you that; I didn’t wish I could be your man”

This could either be Stu to Billy, or Billy to Stu.

• Granite.

“If you had a problem, then you should’ve told me. Before you started getting all aggressive and controlling.”

STU IN THE KITCHEN SCENE.

“I was more than just a body in your passenger seat, and you were more than just somebody I was destined to meet.”

Billy as he thinks of Stu

•Ascensionism

This is so heavily only stu to Billy so these are quotes only about Stu

“Who made you like this? Who encrypted your dark gospel and body language?”

“Glitches in the code or gaps in a strange dream”

“Tell me you guessed my future and it mapped onto your fantasy, turn me into your mannequin and I’ll turn you into my puppet queen.”

“Won’t you come and dance in the dark with me? Show me what you are, I am desperate to know.”

“Blood stains on the collar, please just don’t ask. Be the first to feast, let’s choke on the past.”

“And I know what you want from me; you want the same as me.”

• Take Me Back To Eden

“My my those eyes like fire, I’m a winged insect and you’re a funeral pyre.”

Stu about Billy

“Come now bite through these wires; I’m a waking hell and the gods grow tired.”

Billy wanting Stu to see him.

Around the Fur [Deftones]

• Be Quiet and Drive (Far away)

"It feels good to know you're mine. Now drive me far away, away, away" "Far away and I don't care where. Just far away and I don't care where"

If they would've survived, this would've been billy too Stu.

Adrenaline [deftones]

• Minus Blindfold

"Grab my blue backpack, my walkman, grip my bicycle, Because I know my friends are waiting at the door; I'm feeling loose like you, just fucking around and shit"

Stu about Billy.

"No choice, Let me go, I get bored"

Billy because personally I think he's not too good with relationships, even when it comes to stu, because he knows how he is.

[there's probably more but im sleepy right now.]

[reblogs appreciated but not forced!]

[ @smashlovesscream ]

[rigginsstreet]

Steve Harrington is a pretty good choice in partner, but Billy is of the solid opinion that everything can be improved. And what won't be improved willingly can always be roped and dragged there kicking and screaming.

First and foremost; that godforsaken bedroom his boyfriend expects him to sleep in. Billy actually physically recoils the first time Harrington opens the door, and decides immediately if you ever want to break a man, just lock him in here.

Looking at his dad's bare asshole would invoke less of a vomit reflex than tartan on tartan. Also, whoever actually created and sold tartan wallpaper needs to be killed for the immediate greater good of humanity.

Still. The wallpaper is a longcon kinda game, so Billy turns his attention to something that can be fixed with relative swiftness.

The fire is roaring and crackling when Steve comes home from work, and his boyfriend scrunches his nose at it with a pleased, surprised smile. "Howdy, Pyro," he greets, leans over Billy's shoulder to warm his hands. Billy offers him the pack of marshmallows and, subtly, uses his heel to kick the pair of scissors further under the deck chair.

"Is that fabric?" Steve asks on his third marshmallow, leaning so close to the flames Billy has to pull him back lest he lose a brow.

"Eh, scraps I found in the garage."

Two weeks later, Steve has been rib-deep in his closet for a good half an hour before he calls out; "hey, Cake? Do you know where my green sweater is?"

Billy can't help smiling a slow, smug, sly little thing as he dries off the last dish. "Sorry, Hidalgo. No idea."

The next time, Steve brought it on himself. The faux-fur monstrosity he wears out to the movies looks like he cut up a rug made out of unfortunate roadkill and shaped it like a jacket, and honestly, Billy's just doing the Lord's work when he trips and spills a blue slushie all over it. It'll never wash out, and Harrington wisely decides the thing has lived a full life and deserves to visit the landfill of eternal rest.

The day after, Billy buys a cream colored suede jacket with sheepskin on the collar and cuffs. Presents it to Steve, pouty and apologetic, and Steve wears it for a week straight when they go out. It makes his eyes look deeper, darker. Makes the pink on his cheeks stand out a little.

Two months into dating proper, Steve wears an honest to god vest that Nancy got him for his birthday to Jonathan's college leaving party, and Billy has to do breathing exercises before getting in the car.

"You love him," he mutters, clenching and unclenching his fists. "You love him. His dick is fucking huge. You love him. He eats your ass like he's starving. You love him...."

The vest, ultimately, accidentally gets washed with a pair of jeans Billy doesn't really care about anyway, which happen to have a forgotten switchblade in the pocket, and Billy has to visibly school his expression when Steve pulls it out of the machine a half-hour later in eight different pieces.

They're three months, two jackets, three sweats, one vest and a pair of honest to god flared khakis ("they're novelty, Billy!") later, and they're laying together in their newly papered bedroom when Steve rolls over him, tucks a lock of his hair behind his ear and says;

"The guilt is eating me alive, so. How about next time you hate something I wear, you just tell me, and we can donate it to charity so you can get me something else, my conscience stays clear, and we're both happy, mm?"

Billy grins. "And inflict those crimes against humanity on other people? Damn, Long Johnson. Knew you were a secret sadist. That's kinda hot," he bites his lip and Steve laughs, squirms up close, fingers digging into Billy's hips, words hot on his ear.

"Oh, Barbie. If you wanna see sadism, I'll show you my christmas sweater collection."

I AM SCREAMING AT THESE NICKNAMES!!!!

billy is gonna queer eye steve so hard when they start dating ... he loves the rich preppy boy money he does NOT love the yuppie fashion he has to draw a line somewhere

[almondscroissant]

GOD Billy just wanted a regular, good, decent life so bad it made him dumb enough to trust a politician in a fur collar 😭

[workingonsstuff]

┆ — ꧁ cat + dog hybrid Agnes ꧂ — ┆

Au!Agnes, turned into a cat + dog hybrid.

She appears to be still very tiny. Alot tinier

She likes to be playful, barks & meows too.

Acts childish wars + whiney, and soft.

Has dog ears, and a long cat tail.

Her fur is chocolate red colored fur.

Heterochromia red and pink eyes.

Pale reddish pink paw pad hands and feets.

Likes head pats.

Often sits in Billy's + stu & Billy Loomis arms, and slashers arms.

Very smart and intelligent.

Easy to catch, when she falls or jumps.

Literally messes with her food + her human brother, Billy's food too.

Likes to get messy, you can literally find her stuck inside the cake 😭

Smart, but more dumber asf + an idiot and adorable 💀💅

Always clingy and stays with her brother billy

Plays with her teddy bear, yearn + cat & dog toys

Often being played with, by hands. And forks

Very playful with forks

Meows and hisses + snark & bark.

Has a collar around her neck by Billy.

Says 'bingle! So, zerbimm!' On the phone, messaging her older brother 😭 it's adorable asf, for Billy Lenz.