#I didn't think I was this rusty

[simphic]

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Our happily engaged queerz ignoring everything except each other (1/2)

[can-of-slorgs]

Completed the Shenkuu Stamp collection some time ago, so it was only fair to draw my girl Mirsha

[divine-motion]

i do find it funny that when i first played Armored Core 6 i didn't quite get the like Rusty/Raven shipping or whatever and now like a year later when i'm entering dangerous levels of brainrot with this game and i first got to the Liberator ending again, i heard his "you're out of luck. there's only one person who can keep up with me" line and immediately went "oh he wants to fuck that weird little freak so bad it makes him look stupid"

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Hamid: Hello, father.

Wilde: Hamid, hey!

Hamid: *realizing what he just said*....

Wilde: *having the same realization* ...

Hamid: uh... I'm so sorry. I...

Wilde: ... What if we never talk about that ever again?

Hamid: Deal.

*on the other side of the door*

Zolf: *laughting super hard* Wilde's face was absolutly gold!

Cel: Should we tell them we overheard the conversation?

Azu: It was kinda sweet, but I think is better not.

[bonus]

Wilde: You're such an old man.

Zolf: Oh you're one to say, *in a mocking tone* dad.

Wilde: *fake scandalized gasp* Mister Smith! *deeply smug* Are you calling me daddy?

Zolf: *read as a tomato* I should have drowned you in a bucket when I had the chance.

Wilde: You'd miss me.

[skyriderwednesday]

I'm starting to lean towards shipping (classic) Pearl with both Electra and Rusty at the same time, mostly because she is my princess and she should get to do whatever she wants, including having two boyfriends if she wants two boyfriends.

But also because I think it's funny to imagine Rusty and Electra trying to navigate both (separately) being with Pearl while not really liking each other very much, but having to Get Along™️ because she'd be upset if they didn't.

[corrodedcoughin]

little story about little Eddie and his 2 new friends | word count approx 2.5k | general audience rating | steve and eddie are kids and Wayne is a pushover

Wayne sometimes thinks it was a mistake, not taking in the boy. God no, he would never think of Eddie as anything other than an important and intrinsic part of his life, couldn't be without him, wouldn't want to be. 

No, what Wayne worries about is how his readiness to help Eddie feel loved might contribute to the boy's difficulty in making friends.

It was an innocent enough request, Eddie asked for a pet as all young children do. He was so small and so wide eyed, just a scrap of an 8 year old with more feelings than he knew what to do with. Wayne knew he'd never hold up against any request Eddie made but he liked to pretend to himself that he could. And while technically he never pandered to the boy, yes Eddie usually got what he wanted but in a way that suited their means. Or so Wayne tells himself. 

8 year old Eddie asked for a pet and a pet is what he got.

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Eddie barrelled into the trailer door, backpack swinging off his arm and ready to be thrown into the corner. Planning to shoot off back out the door to do his usual; lift up rocks and inspect whatever bugs he could find, to grab sticks and imagine them as wizard staffs, to let his imagination finally run wild after hours of sitting still at a desk under too bright lights and too busy class rooms. In truth he wasn't really paying attention to the insides of the trailer, expecting it to be the same as always. It took a very pointed cough for Eddie to register that Wayne was unusually home from work, far earlier than normal, and a further loud clearing of the throat for Eddie to pay attention to what Wayne had placed on the kitchen table. 

Right in the middle of the table, sitting in a beam of sunlight, was a cage and in that cage was what would soon become, Eddie's very reason for being. He crept up close, almost as if scared that any sudden movements would prove the whole thing to be a cruel illusion. He was brought out of his reverie by a pink nose wiggling at the bars, whiskers attached and twitching as the rest of the rat appeared.

'is he-? is he for real?' Eddie said with a gasp, hands inching towards the door of the cage. 

Wayne had to suppress a laugh, trust this boy to be bowled over in wonder at a rat as if it were a puppy. He opened the contraption of the enclosure door and dipped his hand inside, allowing the rat to climb onto his palm. The guy from work assured him that this one was the most tame he had, inquisitive to a fault and oddly enough, desperate to be handled. Quite honestly, the perfect match for his well meaning but excitable nephew-near-enough-son. 

'Yeah, yeah kid it's for real. And he's a she.' Wayne lets the rat sniff at Eddie's hands, little pink hands finding a platform on Eddie's palms, clearly holding himself a still as possible but if Wayne knew this boy, and he did, he knows that Eddie is so close to vibrating out of his skin, that containing that much excitement must be killing him. 

'I don't care. Wayne, I don't! Can she sleep in my room? Does she know tricks? Can I teach her? What does she like? Can I take her to school? Please! Wayne!' He's started now, words pouring out of his mouth, tripping over himself to try and release every thought entering his brain at lightning speed.

'Woah, there' Wayne says pulling the rat up, cradling it in two hands, 'We got to be kind to her alright? She's only small. Doesn't know what loud noises are good and which are bad, okay?' He watches as Eddie nods vigorously, eyes never leaving the creature. 'Now you promised me you'd look after a pet so that's what's going to happen. She is your responsibility. That means cleaning, feeding and loving, got it?' Eddie nods again, tentatively reaching his hands up, the image of Oliver Twist springs to Wayne's mind. 

Wayne comes around the kitchen table, crouches down to Eddie on creaky knees and hands the rat over, filling Eddie's small hands with a heartbeat and fur. Eddie giggles, watching as the rat surveils the new patch of skin its found itself on. 

'Tickles, Wayne' and its said with such love and devotion Wayne almost feels his heart break 

'Yeah son. She does, doesn't she?' 

-

 Of course it takes less than a week and Eddie and Sam are inseparable. As soon as Eddie gets home he's itching for his furry friend, delighting in the way she scampers around the room, over his arms and anywhere she can get. No matter what though, she always comes back to him. She can be digging in to a particularly interesting crevice behind the couch but she'll always come running back when she hears Eddie make a noise.  

The thing is, Eddie is a pretty lonely kid. Not for lack of trying, don't get it wrong. Eddie tries to socialise he tries to talk to the other kids in his class, get them involved in his imaginary games and play pretend but being the new kid doesn't really do him any favours. Being the new kid that lives in the trailer park and a penchant for biting to show affection does him even less. 

To Eddie, its him and Sam against the world. He can come home and know that his best friend will listen to all his problems, will stay close and won't run away even when he's extra loud or being 'a lot' as his teacher like to tell him. He's so tired of being told to use his 'quiet hands', his 'inside voice' and every other subdued phrase they try to press on him. 

This particular day was a hard one, Sally Winters had said that Eddie was 'bad luck' and the word quickly spread around by recess. Eddie had thought he was making some progress with a couple of kids from the class, was thinking today might be the day that he finally got asked to play but that hope quickly got squashed. He had hopped up to the potential friends with a stick in his hand and a notion of being a pirate when they both looked at him like he was a monster, they couldn't get away fast enough. And Eddie couldn't find a place to hide quick enough before the fat and heavy tears fell from his eyes. 

It was a long day and home time was his only saving grace. 

Wayne knows somethings up, can tell in the way that Eddie isn't even really talking to Sam, hardly looking at the Tv despite the fact that Wayne very purposefully had put the cartoon Lord of the Rings movie on. The sure fire fall back he liked to keep in his back pocket. The trump card to get his kid happy. This time though? No luck. Looking at the kid makes a chasm open up in his gut, deep and full of overwhelming sadness that he just wants to stop, wants to find the solution to make this boy smile like the sun again. They don't talk much for the rest of the night but Wayne makes sure to stay close, stay awake in case he's needed. Eddie spends the time between dinner and bed sitting on the floor, side pressed up against Wayne's leg and playing fetch with bits of Wayne's whittling with Sam, not a word said. 

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Eddie wakes up the next morning with a plan and a devil may care attitude. Oh so carefully he maintains his usual routine; says good morning to Sam, carts her around the trailer as he washes his face and wanders into the kitchen, placing her in her secondary cage so she can eat breakfast with Eddie and Wayne - Eddie was adamant that they couldn't have meals without her, 'she's part of the family!' and soft hearted fool Wayne Munson agreed and an additional cage was sourced. 

When breakfast is finished Eddie begins his usual rigmarole of dragging his feet to get out of his pjs and into his clothes, reluctant to grab his bag and go out the door. Same old protests as Wayne watches him walk out towards the school bus. 

What is a new addition to the routine though, is Sam Munson hiding up the sleeve of a school boy and about to go on a secret and very dangerous mission. A mission to survive the school day. 

Surprisingly, Eddie manages to keep Sam secret, keep her safe, the whole morning. He came prepared with snacks to make sure she was entertained and happy, he couldn't stand the thought of her being sad, her eyes get so big and her tail droops as well as her ears, it makes the whole of Eddie ache. But no, she's happy, or happy enough at least. 

So the morning goes without a hitch, Eddie making noises to cover up any squeaks and keeping a hand in his pocket to reassure Sam, stowed in the pocket of his hoodie. He knows he's seen as 'weird' so what's a few extra noises? They are let out for recess and Eddie breathes a sigh of relief, thinking this is his time to let Sam out, knowing she's desperate for some fresh air. Sure, she's peed in his hoodie pocket, but he can't really tell with it's dark colour and the layer of t-shirt between the wet material and his tummy. 

He runs off to his usual corner, stuck between a bush and a tree and gently tips Sam out of his pocket, she scampers around his feet and gratefully accepts a broken off bit of cracker between her hands.

'Thanks for coming with me Sam. Everyone is so mean, its so stupid. I don't care. You are a better friend than any of those losers' He crouches down, hoping to find a twig to play fetch with. A game that he delights in, is immeasurably proud of her for learning it so quickly. 'Gonna find you the best stick Sam. Promise. Best stick for the best friend' 

He continues muttering to himself and doesn't notice that he's getting progressively louder after finding a twig and beginning the game. Doesn't register that he's drawn unwanted attention with his happy shouts and encouragement until a body is crashing through the shrub he's hidden himself behind. 

Sam doesn't notice either until the unexpected form is right in front of her and she bolts, running as fast as her legs will carry her and Eddie is right behind her, muttering under his breath as he trips over his own feet in an attempt to catch her 'oh shit oh no oh no oh no' He's pushing himself as hard as he can but it doesn't count for much, he never was the fastest. He keeps trying though but then a faster body is accelrating past him, in a evident bee line for Sam. 

Without thinking, Eddie lets out a painful 'NO!' terrified of what might happen.

He knows people think rats are dirty, thinks they don't deserve love and don't deserve life. He doesn't want to imagine what this person's intent might be. Sam reaches a dead end up against the wall of the school and the body, the boy, stops infront of her. Scoops her up? Cradles her into his chest? Eddie...Eddie doesn't know what to think, he's prepared to fight this kid but then the boy is looking up at him with curious hazel eyes. Stroking Sam's head gently and with intent.

He holds Sam out, careful with his motions, trying to blow his brown floppy hair out of his face without disturbing the animal in his hands 'is she okay? is she yours? did I hurt her? she looks okay, is she?' Eddie gingerly steps forward and plucks Sam out of the boys hands, gives hera thorough inspection as the other boy continues 

'I didn't mean to scare her I swear! I didn't even know you had her! I won't tell, I swear I wont! You know...you shouldn't really have a rat in school. If I promise not to tell can I play with you? I'm Steve' 

Holding her close, Eddie squints at the boy, at Steve, and thinks. Thinks about how he looks nice, about how soft his hair looks and how he asked Eddie, Eddie!, to play, that he didn't give him a wide bearth and that he held Sam with such care. It isn't even a hard decision.

They spend the rest of recess together. Eddie shows Steve just how smart Sam. That she can play fetch, that she can run across one arm to the next, over your shoulders without losing balance. That she can twitch her whiskers and it seems like she's laughing at the joke Eddie tells her. That she laughs at the joke Steve tells her! Steve learns that she's named after somebody called Samwise and it doesn't matter that he's a boy because Sam is brave just like Samwise and smart and cares just as much. That Sam is Sam and Eddie is Frodo and together they can take on the world. 

Steve asks if he can have a name too and Eddie calls him Legolas, doesn't tell him why. Doesn't say that Steve reminds him of the pretty elves described in the books Wayne reads out loud to Eddie. It doesn't matter, not really. 

Recess ends and they shuffle back to the school doors, both of them lagging behind the others.

Eddie steels himself, knows he has to bring his misfortune up so that he can own in, so that his new friend doesn't find out from someone else. 'I'm bad luck you know. Sally...she said it. now everyone wont talk to me. I wont be mad if you don't either. I've got Sam. We'll be oaky! So you can just go, I don't care!' He knows he's getting wound up, he can't stop himself. He just wants the bandaid ripped off so he can start feeling sad quicker, get it over with sooner.

Before he can register is, Steve is wrapped around Eddie in a flash of a hug, careful to keep his tummy away from squashing Sam. 

'Not bad luck to me. See you tomorrow Frodo' Steve whispers next to Eddie's ear and shuffles through the school door. 

Eddie is in a daze of joy and happiness, thoughts rumbling through his head but none of them sticking as he journey back into his class room. Pure happiness radiating out of his body, he takes Sam out of his pocket and holds her up to his face 'Sam you made my bad luck go away!' kissing her on the forehead as he hears his teacher scream 

'EDWARD MUNSON IS THAT A RAT?!'

-

So Wayne thought the already unpopular kid having a rat would make things worse. Turns out, he was wrong. Very, very wrong. He might have to start pocket inspections before school though.

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also on ao3 if that's the preferred reading format for you

[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

All About Katy

Hello loves, checking in for the first time in a while. New pinned post here we go. I'm not saying I'm fully back but I'm popping in here and there, writing a bit on the side (which is hard because applause keeps me alive but I'm not planning on posting things until they are done anymore. I hate being the forever-WIP person).

Life is fine as it can be atm, I'm currently tumbling through a few new fandoms and touching base with some old ones. Projects are in the works across about four different fandoms, don't ask me how it's just how my brain works. But I miss talking with people who get my brand of crazy and love to day dream details and scenarios, so if anything strikes your fancy my ask box is once again open. Come talk to me, I've missed you. 💕 My brain is bursting with ideas, so feel free to talk to me about whatever, even if the fandom isn't listed. I've done a lot of media consuming lately so there's a high chance I've watched/read/done a lot of ao3 searches about it.

If anyone is still here keeping tabs on me, thank you for your devotion and patience. Much love to you dears <3

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This is a Multi-Fandom blog. Below are current projects and side-blogs that are active for me as of Autumn 2024:

Jujutsu Kaisen: (Side Blog: @katytheinspiredjjkblog ) Current Projects: But Make It Slow Burn (ItaFushi Angsty Rewrite/Fix-it), Fine Dining AU, brainstorming others...

Stranger Things: (no side blog, most posts are here) Current Projects: Dreamwalker/Subconscious Steddie Fix-it AU

BTS: (Side Blog: @thebtsrabbithole) Current Projects: BTS Westworld AU

Criminal Minds: Masterlist. Current Projects: HotchReid Dark AU, Correspondence Sequel (on temp hiatus)

Original Work: (no side blog atm) Current Projects: Artistic Gays Do Artistic Crimes (og novel in the works)

You can find me also on: ao3, Instagram (art only), pinterest, spotify

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My old pinned post that had all my info about me, if anyone needs it.

[beesinspades]

it's vashwood reverse bang preview time!! here's a look at my collab with @ohohge 👀💜 I had a ton of fun working on it with her over the past months! we're posting on august 1st so please look forward to it, and go check out her art preview! :D

[birb-tangleblog]

Started as a style experiment, turned into playing around w/ drawing aging! I'm always going to be fond of the HC that the resemblance to Quirin jumps out as Varian gets older.

[daz4i]

he is so certain about who he is ("i can only be me" "well? this is me!") but everything about him is fake. every mask he shows is an exaggeration of himself. the pleasant prince exists within him yet he claims it is entirely fake and that he is a violent murderer, but that's not his ENTIRE self. for a fact. robin is a manifestation of his true self as well as loki is. the snarling monster is just as real as the just superhero. he wants nothing to do with true justice because he can't believe in it, can't believe in the system that let his mother die and harmed him all his life, a system he can so easily abuse to gain empty love now, to watch his wretched father use for his own gain. yet, throughout his entire life, he followed his own justice, he may not embody what society deems as justice but he does embody that arcana - his goal, at the end of the day, if you really look at it, was to harm those who harm others. does that not sound like something robin hood would do? most people he killed were corrupt or distorted in some way - after all, they all had a shadow in mementos or even an entire palace (also, other than wakaba, as far as we know they were all powerful or influential people like politicians or businessmen. hard to NOT get corrupted like that). doesn't that make him a rightful phantom thief as well? going against what society deems right, taking justice and the law into his own hands, harming people in positions of power so they stop harming others. this is why he could even awaken to a persona in the first place, after all. his rebellion burns so bright that during the third semester he does the best job getting joker back into reality and pushing him to rebel again, to make things right, to not sit in comfort and let everyone's true selves get erased for fake happiness. it's all thanks to him clinging to his true self, even if only in his subconscious, even when he won't admit it to himself. he adorns his masks but his true self won't change. because he is so certain about who he is. i can only be me, so.

[mus1ca1]

(march 2023) after the win

[op3ra]

"never been around here, have you?"

[simphic]

Okay genuinely i THINK i'm doing some of my best editing this go around... the way I had to go back and steal inspo from my ownself lmao.

[tigorrrr]

Ｔｈｅ Ｂｉｇ Ｃａｔ

Neirah stopped Kung Lao's hat, just in a nick of time, in the mid-air by throwing her own weapon.

The sun was nearly over the horizon but it wasn't dark enough for the group to miss a blur of red furred mass running by the outskirts of Sun Do, unable to run and hide into the woods because of the Mother Wall.

"Baby Hugs!! Come back!!" Johnny's voice was filled with unease when he registered, a moment too late, the petite woman jogged after the imposing animal down the slim backstreets, poorly lit by lanterns and where the moon's rays don't reach.

Neirah did not know why she decided to tail the beast. It is something her ever-seeing-eye will answer her after this event is done and dealt with.

Stopping by a corner, panting, she looked around. Neirah was slightly frustrated when the animal was able to lose her. She opted to listening very intently to her surroundings. Something that big could not have gone far... But somehow the hollers of her friends far in the distance, behind her, were more registable than what she actually wanted to hear.

A few steps ahead, there was her clue, smeared blood on the wall that lead into an alleyway.

Neirah wasted no time tracking down the thing once more.

She knew she was getting closer to her targed because pained whines echoing down the alley were more audiable the closer she had gotten.

Neirah hugged a wall of a house, close enough to the corner of a dead end. She schooled her beating heart and breathing. She didn't underestimated the beast for a moment, it had to know she was near.

Feline whines and whimpers turned to pained moans and hyperventilating, more human than animalistic. It stopped the assassin just for a moment from peaking around the corner.

Uncomfortableness churned her stomach the longer she just kept guessing what is happening there, until her curiosity and need for answers pushed her backside off the wall and side-step into the opening.

Neirah lowered her kunai the moment she registered that there on the ground, naked, bleeding and leaning against a dirty wall was a woman. No beast.

And not just any woman.

Neirah had actually seen her around a few times by the start of the Tournament. Lord Liu Kang was so kind to informally introduce her to that woman from across the room, shared any information he found important enough for the Seeress to know.

They haven't talked. They didn't get the chance. The woman didn't stay around long enough for a reason that Neirah'd guessed were aches from pregnancy.

"Miss...?" Neirah's voice was soft and hesitant when she addressed the wounded woman, her weapon already seated back in it's hidden place.

Nejteri knew the Earthrealmer was there before she spoke. She both heard and sniffed her out, nearing to her. Clenching her fingers onto her shoulder, trying pointlessly to reach at the clean gash across her shoulder-blades.

She met Neirah's gaze over her wrist, the woman held in a gasp. Nejteri's blue eyes unnaturally glowed in the dark when light reflected into them at the right angle.

Being approached like a wounded, cornered animal that she is had her teeth grit and jaw clench, but she was in no way hostile towards the Earthrealmer that knelt by her naked, scraped and dirty legs.

Nejteri had seen her around, briefly, but it's the scent that was more engraved into the back of her mind. And she knows threat when she senses one, this petite woman was nowhere near being a threat.

Tanned, slim digits reached over to the wound on Nejteri's back and she hissed in discomfort when the coldness of Neirah's flesh met hers.

The hand tore back, startled. Neirah grew concerned, the damage didn't look that serious but deep and she is no doctor.

But when Neirah tried to stand a warm, strong hand grasped around her forearm, bringing her back down with urgency. She was about to get the others and that didn't sit well with the pregnant woman.

Nejteri's wide, sharp eyes looked into Neirah's with desperation. "Don't... Do not tell anyone. Please!"

She couldn't let that happen. Couldn't allow that. Or she would be shunned away, like a monster.

Neirah could only stare back, hopelessly, her mind took slowler to register the translation of what she said.

"Please... No one can know." Nejteri blurted again before Neirah had a chance to speak, her grip on the thin wrist was loose and trembling.

For whatever reason, Neirah swallowed dryly, nodding, however unsure.

Neirah @blind-premonition

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Azus: A year ago, my dear sister Wilde died.

Lil Wilde: STOP TELLING EVERYONE I'M DEAD!

Azus: Sometimes I can still hear her voice.

[...]

Lil Wilde: Death is a skill issue.

Riz, deeply worried: No, it is not!!

Lil Wilde: I'm basically imortal.

Riz: Wilde, please don't do whatever you're going to do.

Lil Wilde: *already ready to invade a maximum security dungeon for shits and giggles* No idea what you mean.

[...]

Zolf: Five years ago my husband Wilde died.

Oscar: I came back!

Zolf: He keeps treating his death aniversary as a birthday and forcing me into silly hats.

Oscar: *already putting a silly hat in Zolfs head* WHAAAAT? No! Whaat? I don't do that. Anyway I bough a birthday cake for no reason at all. Do you want a slice?

[...]

Oscar: Death is a skill issue.

Azu, very worried: No, it is not.

Oscar: And this means I have to improve my skills.

Azu: Wilde, whatever you're going to do, please don't.

Oscar: *planning to inject a bunch of poison on himself so he can get imune* No idea what you mean.