#I should probably start

[bettsfic]

first sentence game!

tagged by the wonderful and insanely talented @naamah-beherit!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

i chose to do only my 10 most recent fics that have interesting first lines. this tag game has brought to my attention that i have a first line problem.

1. Chishiya was only a few years out of med school, but he had already learned that caring too much—caring at all—could kill you. (there & here, not posted yet)

2. “Where’s Rex?” Anakin asks. Not Merry Christmas. Just Where’s Rex. (organic chemistry)

3. The phone rings. Eddie snubs his cigarette out in an ashtray and answers it. “Hello?” (dirtbag)

4. On Google Maps the shop is called Lars Auto but there’s no sign anywhere to indicate that.  (lemon)

5. Yashiro had just entered Ryuuzaki’s apartment for his weekly dick appointment when he saw the hottest and largest man he’d ever seen in his life. (light)

6. Hua Cheng is hiding in a toilet stall which is covered in phosphorescent graffiti. (let ruin end here)

7. It started, as many things did, with Shi Qingxuan not minding his business. (digging for orchids)

8. When Lan Zhan moved in with Wei Ying, his first impression was “yikes.” (no certainty of doors between us)

9. Arendelle was a sleepy beach town with a population of a few thousand in summer, the tourist months, and almost no one in winter—shops and stores closed down, vacation homes sat abandoned, and you could look out at the beach for hours without seeing a single person. (renovations)

10. On Jesse’s sixteenth birthday, Mr. White passed back the first chemistry test of the year. (float)

tagging @valkyrhys @significationary @newer-fear @liceparade @lunarriviera @goldcranes @catja @volturialice and anyone else interested!

[fadeintoyou1993]

cannot stop thinking about this skit from the new i think you should leave season

[doctorsiren]

“It would eat you alive, Sixer”

(Available as a print on my Etsy shop)

[retquits]

original set vs new...?

what do we think chat. should i do some winter versions

[wasabi-gumdrop]

Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!

[timethehobo]

Quick animated thingy cos I was just imagining a romance route greeting.

[blujayonthewing]

awright here we go

[aq2003]

i feel like he's choosing his words carefully bc he doesn't want it to blow up in his face but personally i think he should be legally allowed to kill the tory politicians making his criticism of them the center of their campaigns

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #51

Damian would like it on the record that this is Todd's fault. If Todd hadn't encouraged Damian to start making fan art, he wouldn't be in this mess. Stupid Todd, Damian should've known better than to listen to him.

But here he was, blushing like mad as he nervously asked his favorite author to sign the fan art he had made for his book. He was such an idiot! Danny Fenton surely would be-

"Oh this is amazing! Do you have any prints I can buy off of you?"

Damian will swear up and down he did not faint.

[tempo-takoyaki]

Happy (belated) New Year 2024!

[lucabyte]

you dream of devouring your friends whole

[malzykins]

some fun with a lil perspective

[expelliarmus]

[turtleblogatlast]

Was thinking about this again haha

Anyway I adore Hueso and Leo’s dynamic and wanted to include Hueso Jr in it because I like to think Leo can be shockingly good with kids

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

He’s staring at him.

Steve Harrington is staring at Eddie Munson.

The thing is, people don’t just stare at Eddie. Not for any reason that means anything good for Eddie. So when, completely unprompted, the fucking King of Hawkins High walks up to Eddie and says, “I need to talk to you,” Eddie thinks he’s entirely justified in the squeak he lets out.

“You? Talk? To me?” Wow. Great job, brain.

“Please,” Harrington whispers, and Eddie thinks desperately this must be some kind of joke, except he’s good at reading people, and he knows the desperation in Harrington’s eyes.

“Okay,” he says, stammers. “Um. There- there’s, behind the school, a, uh-”

“Table,” Harrington nods. “That works. Just…” he sighs, rakes a hand through his hair. “Leave the lunchbox at home.”

Eddie’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “Then what the fuck do you want with me, dude?”

“I can’t explain. Not here, not now. Just. Please. After school, okay?”

Eddie looks at him. Really looks, studies his face, understands the lines by his eyes, the tightness of his mouth. His heart thumps as he realizes. He’s scared. “Okay,” he says, and means it.

Eddie’s a man of his word, so after school he makes his way to the table, pausing when it comes into view. Harrington’s already there, sitting with his head in his hands. Eddie calls out from a couple of paces away. “You sure you don’t want anything from the lunchbox?”

Harrington jumps, hands up, eyes round. Relaxes a little when he sees Eddie. “No. I- I’m good. I can’t, actually.”

Eddie frowns. “What, like, a sports thing? No one’s gotta know, dude, I’ve never been busted, I can keep a secret.”

Steve gives him a half-smile. “No. It’s- it’s not a sports thing. Just… sit down? And promise to listen?”

“Okay,” Eddie says, because he knows how comforting it can be to just have someone there, and he’s not a dick; clearly Harrington’s going through something. Though why he approached Eddie, of all people, he doesn’t know.

“Okay,” Harrington repeats back, taking a breath before starting. “If I were to tell you I’m from the future, a future in which we know each other, how would you ask me to prove it?”

Eddie blinks. He was ready for a lot of things, but not time travel. “Um. I dunno, man, I haven’t really thought about it.”

He takes another deep breath. “Can I try?”

“To- to prove you’re from the future?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie laughs, a little hysterically. “Man, where the fuck do I get the strain you’re on?”

He blinks. “What?”

Eddie gestures at him. “Come on, man, you have to admit you’re not really making sense here.”

Harrington sighs. Takes another breath. Says, “You live with your uncle Wayne. Your father taught you to hot wire cars when you were nine. You listen to Dio and Metallica and Ozzy Osbourne but your favorite song is I Will Always Love You, by Dolly Parton, because it was your mom’s favorite. The guitar pick you wear around your neck was hers. She taught you guitar. You love The Hobbit. Stop me when I’ve said enough.”

Eddie’s never been more scared in his life. “Listen, man, I dunno where you heard all that-”

“Eddie,” he says, implores, and digs something out of his pocket. Opens his hand to reveal a ring.

A ring Eddie already has on his finger.

“What the fuck,” Eddie whispers. Grabs for the ring before he can tell himself it’s a bad idea. Examines it, sees the dent from where his finger had gotten smashed in a door.

His hands start shaking.

“I’m from 1987,” Steve Harrington says, sure as anything. “And I’m trying to stop something terrible.”

“And what would that be?” Eddie asks, feeling strangely detached from the whole thing.

“Your death,” Steve Harrington says, still sure as anything.

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[soyunmago]

sooo... i like to doodle things from time to time.

this time it was just azula in a dragon onesie, and i gonna post it like a real man would.

with and without the rest of the doodles. I don't know if tmblr will mess up the quality, sorry if it happen tho ( ╯︿╰).

To be fair is done on paint so there's no much quality to beging with.