#I wanted to get SOMETHING out

[tempting-andromeda]

Draft! Not edited

I wanted to get some content out but I’m too busy to do headcanons

Eagle Flies wasn’t one to confess his feelings. He won’t confess, but it lies between the pages of unsaid words and longing gazes. He doesn’t confess yet; he plays with your fingers from under the table as you go out to eat with him and Paytah. He’ll never say he loves you, yet the moment you open your arms for an embrace, he’s holding you like he needs it to live. He buries his face into the crook of your neck and grips the fabric of your shirt as if he’s afraid you’ll melt away.

Sometimes when he wakes up from a nap, he spends his lips in your arms, and you swear it’s what he wants to say. “I love you” or something of the sort, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pushes himself away.

Loving Eagle Flies is complex. You’ve known him for so long, yet a part of you wishes he’d change and just spit those words out. You wish he would get over his issues and just hold you without fear of tainting you with his issues. Yet you settle for the unspoken moments. He barks out a laugh as he lifts you when the rez dogs sprint towards you both. How he placed his hand on yours while he drove, the tips of his ears pink, though he insists it’s a habit from his hookups, you know. You know it’s not.

You’ve never kissed. It’s as if it’s the only thing keeping Eagle Flies from ruining this. His lips ghost over yours, his breath tickling over them, before he shoves himself away. As if you burned him or he suddenly remembered he had better things to do. His hands never travel to places untouched by the sun. The most intimate way he’ll go is by touching your hips or waist. Though his fingers clench ever so slightly, As if he’s struggling not to pull away or go further.

His words get harsher as well while you stay in this routine. A routine of looking at one another the way friends don't. There are some moments when he stares at you like he wants you to say something or do something, but the moment you start, he cuts you off.

The moment he lets his walls down, it isn't romantic. It might be the opposite. He grabs onto you when you try to leave, tears in his eyes. He has just spoken so cruelly to you, yet the way tears glisten in his lower lashes, you'd assume you were the one who yelled at him. His words are shaky, and he croaks them out, begging you to stay. And you do.

[fluffyfangirl]

I missed drawing MiWi ⭐🐈‍⬛

[mochiwrites]

There’s birds chirping outside Grian’s window as he steps into the living space of his cottage, a bowl of water in his hands and rolls of bandages floating behind him, highlighted in glowing red.

His dark eyes sweep over the two men seated on his couch, and takes in their drastically differing expressions. One of them is smiling, peaceful and content despite the scratches covering his skin. There’s a bruise on his forehead, and his arm is most definitely broken, but he looks completely unbothered by it.

The man next to him is looking off to the side, his arms are crossed over his chest, brows pressed together and sitting low on his forehead. He looks just as injured as his friend, though he appears significantly less pleased about it. There’s a tear in the sleeve of his shirt, and Grian can see the blood drying against his pale skin.

Grian pauses right in front of them, “I don’t have much medical supplies, so we’ll have to make do with these.” He gestures at the floating objects behind him.

The smiling man looks up at him and his green eyes shine pleasantly, “Oh, not at worry! The hospitality is very much appreciated!”

The bowl of water is set down on the nearby table as Grian moves to pull a stool over. He places it down right in front of the two men before sitting down himself. The bandages float over to the table and Grian motions them down with his finger. “I’ll run out to town later and grab some actual supplies,” he says, eyes trailing over to the smiling man. He quirks a brow, “What did you say your names were?”

“We didn’t,” the brooding man cuts in, voice low and terse.

Grian frowns at him as he dips the towel on his shoulder into the water. “Well then can I know them?” he snarks in reply, and the smiling man laughs.

“The name’s Scar, and my grumpy companion is Mumbo,” Scar explains. He looks at Grian with an inquisitive gaze, though there’s something else within his eyes. Grian can’t quite tell what it is, but when he looks at Scar’s eyes he feels electricity zip through him. He suppresses a shiver. Scar smiles at him, but it appears just a tad too sharp, “And what may your name be, oh kind and benevolent stranger?”

“Grian,” he answers blankly, finding himself sitting up straighter on the stool. His insides twist and curdle with Scar’s eyes on him like this, feeling as the man is trying to see something that isn’t on the surface.

“And you’re a witch?” Scar questions, and the movement is minute, the way his eyes squint ever so slightly.

Electricity crackles in the air, charging each particle and making it taste static on Grian’s tongue. It almost feels like a stand off, like Grian should choose his words carefully else a fight in his home may break out. Or his mysterious and injured guests may just show themselves out at the very doorstep they randomly appeared on.

Slowly, Grian nods, “I am.” He watches Scar’s expression carefully, noting from the corner of his eyes the way Mumbo seems to stiffen. “I don’t see how that’s relevant right now though,” he says, motioning for Scar to move closer, “your injuries are much more important.”

Much like lightning cracking in the sky, or two sparks of electricity meeting, whatever charge was building in the atmosphere around them bursts. It quickly fizzles out and disperses, leaving only weak charges of static behind.

It makes Grian relax almost immediately, the hairs on the back of his neck no longer standing on edge. His shoulders drop slightly, letting his guard fall.

Scar offers him a smile and a soft secret chuckle as he leans in, and Grian has to bring the stool closer in order to reach him the way he needs to.

He dips the towel into the bowl once again, taking Scar’s chin in his hand to move him the way he needs to. He scowls as the light just isn’t working for him and with his free hand, he takes his finger and draws a circle in the air. It glows red as it forms from his fingertip before morphing and curling in on itself, becoming a sphere of light that glows warmly. “Much better,” Grian hums before carefully dragging the soaked towel against Scar’s skin.

Silence stretches over the living room as Grian works on patching up his mysterious guests’ injuries.

[shywhumpauthor]

“Hero, hero stop,” Teammate begged, their voice choked with panicked emotion as they held out their arms, trying to get a grip on the flailing, screaming form fighting against them.

“Hero please, please, it’s me- it’s me!” Tears stung Teammate’s eyes as limbs struck their body, stumbling back with each frenzied blow. The leader looked at them, mouth open, panting heavily. Their pupils dialated and wild.

“Hero, please, stop!” Teammate raised their hands, desperately blocking a strike aimed towards their face, only to be taken surprised, the wind knocked out of them as another caught their ribs.

“Please I don’t- Villain lied! They’re using you, please, just stop! I- I can help, please!”

For a second, hero paused, their eyes darting across teammate’s face.

“Hero, ple-”

Their hand lashed out, rough and forceful as it wrapped around Teammate’s throat, slamming them back against the wall with enough force to send their skull cracking against the tile, stars exploding in front of their eyes.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” Hero hissed, their voice strained between deep breaths, fingertips digging into teammate’s throat, spots of red welling where their nails pressed. “They did more for me than you ever could.”

[theblob1958]

people are saying do it scared, but you also gotta do it alone. you'll miss out on so much you want to do if you wait til someone will do it with you. do it scared and do it alone.

[unsung-idiot]

don't show him modern technology; it won't end well

bonus under the cut:

[inkskinned]

having good & true friends will literally save and protect you in a million unfathomable ways. like okay we have written so many times about lovers. but the way a platonic friend laughs and cries with you. the way they hold your hand at 14 years old and at 34. the way they keep a little silver tie to you, touching base over and over and over. how you can go years without talking, only to re-meet and discover: oh shit! you're still cool!

there are people who have been in my life for more than half of it, and i have loved every version of them. do you know how fucking beautiful that is. yeah love will save the world. but the way friends love you is gonna save the you.

[snarkspawn]

the devil you know

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

[hansoeii]

Ghosts! 👻

[lil-lemon-snails]

sometimes you just need to hear it v some stills below the cut v

[fairsweetlonging]

truth serum / system reveal au where shen qingqiu gets hit with an uncloaking spell that reveals the system in the reflection of his eyes every time it pops up.

during one of his missions, in the treasure hoard of some dragon-like creature, he finds a golden, oval shaped hand mirror, its gaudy style more victorian based than anything (airplane you hack!), that doesn't seem to do anything when he looks into it. but when he does, it reveals the system's screen in his eyes.

he doesn't notice this, of course, because he can't see it, and the system, surprisingly, stays quiet.

the peak lords think he's cursed.

maybe mu qingfang is the first to notice, during the mandatory post mission check-up, when shen qingqiu is scrolling through his most recently accumulated points and mu qingfang can see the strange vividly-blue lines reflected in his pupils. it's gone when shen qingqiu blinks, like it was nothing but a trick of the light.

it comes out when yue qingyuan is visiting and, just as he's done laying out the plans for a new mission, shen qingqiu's eyes glaze over and a bright blue box takes over the whole of his iris. shen qingqiu goes quiet; the thing in his eyes moves, shifts, pulses for a second, like static worms crawling all over his pupils. then he blinks, and it's gone, and shen qingqiu accepts the mission that yue qingyuan was almost sure he would decline.

maybe there is an intervention, when the peak lords corner shen qingqiu at qian cao peak and try to figure out what's wrong, subjecting him to all kinds of treatments and curse-finding spells that turn up empty, they can't find anything.

of course, the silencing threat is still very much up and running. at first shen qingqiu was kind of confused by the whole ordeal, but when the peak lords start describing a "strange blue box", he realizes, with sickening suddenty, that they're describing the system. and he can't say anything.

this only makes everything worse, because their fellow peak lord now keeps evading every question and acts like he doesn't understand. liu qingge points right at his face and asks, "that blue box, what is it?" and shen qingqiu laughs nervously and starts talking about how bright the weather is and surely it's the sky and nothing to worry about!

even worse, during the intervention the system thought it was a good idea to start talking to him, so now even the peak lords who hadn't seen it and who might have been persuaded by light tricks and reflections, get a first row view that no, that definitely isn't a trick of the light.

they try to do the whole thing of "are you in danger, blink twice" but shen qingqiu can't even do that because it's still a direct admittance!

maybe eventually he starts saying vague confirmations that don't actually confirm anything, like "this master hears what you're saying", or maybe he goes with a classic "this master can neither confirm nor deny that." but the system starts warning him for that too and eventually he stops saying anything, which worries the others more.

luckily mu qingfang catches on that every time they ask a direct question about the box or shen qingqiu says anything vaguely confirming, it appears. it doesn't appear when they ask about curses or demons, so it must not see that as a threat.

for a little extra angst: maybe the peak lords keep pressuring him for answers, and at some point shen qingqiu gets fed up and snaps out something like, "why don't you understand that i'm not allowed to answer that!" the system counts this as a direct admittance, threatening it's existence. so it punishes. shen qingqiu has a qi deviation so bad it lasts two weeks and takes two people every day to cleanse his meridians. the system doesn't appear in that time. it doesn't appear for a long while after that, either. the peak lords stop asking, mainly because shen qingqiu will instantly leave the room if they do. they don't stop searching for a cure, though.

shang qinghua returns from a business trip and catches on the second someone mentions a blue box and forced silencing.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanny mixed up FNAF Help wanted with Digital circus,,

[frags-fragzzzzz]

Hello ghost trick fandom

[turtletoria]

i wanted to try drawing older Mabel and Dipper !

[zorangezest]

2/3

they're fighting! someone come break them up!!

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