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A03
Hopper had undersold Harrington's condition.
Wayne hadn't expected anything pretty, but the face that turned to them as they walked through the door almost had him freezing in place.
Black eye, bruised chin, split lip.
More and more bruises, some faded and some very new, trailing down the kids neck.
The rest was hidden by his preppy little polo shirt, but Wayne didn't doubt that there were more.
Harrington tried to stand when they entered the room and the way he moved--entirely unbalanced, clearly in a lot of pain--made Wayne think the only thing the kid really needed was a hospital.
Because Steve Harrington hadn't just been beaten.
He'd been tortured--and very recently strangled.
(Abruptly, Wayne realized that Hopper had implied the boy had been in the mall fire--just as much as he implied the mall fire was anything but.
He also hadn't stated how Harrington had escaped the Suites trying to break into his house.)
"Sit down." Hopper commanded, and Wayne expected Harrington to do anything but listen.
Say something cocky, or act the part of a demanding little shit maybe, despite the condition he was in.
Instead the kid just sighed in relief and dropped like a stone, right back into the chair.
Hopper came around his desk, talking all the while. "Steve, this is Wayne. Wayne, Steve."
"Hello Sir." Steve croaked politely. His voice was wrecked, no doubt from the necklace of finger shaped bruises around his neck.
"You're going to stay with him for a while, and you're gonna pay him for the privilege." Hopper informed him, as he began digging around his desk. "Money, chores, whatever Wayne wants."
Wayne held his gaze as Steve turned to appraise him.
Would Harrington pitch a fit?
Would he look at Wayne's work clothes, streaked with dirt and sweat, with the name of the warehouse embroidered in the corner and crinkle up his nose, just like his daddy did?
Hopper didn't lie, but a part of Wayne wanted to see just how different this Harrington was. If the respectful demeanor was an act done for Hopper.
Or perhaps, Hopper had mentioned Steve's father for a reason, instead of his mother. Did he adopt her ice-like approach to life?
Micro managing and long-held grudges were Stella Harrington’s game, and she excelled at it.
Steve however, did nothing of the sort, instead settling with the situation in a way that reminded Wayne far too strongly of the men and women who'd come home from war.
"Okay." The kid said simply, after a long moment of consideration. He turned back to Hopper. "But we need to tell the rest of the Par--"
Here he cut a look back to Wayne, correcting himself. "the kids. I don't want them showing up at my house trying to find me and freaking out."
"They wouldn't--" Jim paused, fingers freezing from the rummaging they'd been doing. "they absolutely would, goddammit." He muttered darkly.
"I'll tell the kids. The only thing I want you doing right now is laying low. I need to get a hold of Owens, but it's gonna take time to do that, and more time to fix this, so as of right now, Harrington? You're on vacation." He pointed sternly, as if Steve might argue.
The kid looked too tired and messed up to bother trying.
"I mean it. You're out of the country, where is anybody's guess. No one's seen you and no one better be seeing you, got it?" His voice held firm, and Wayne had to blink because the tone here wasn't one of a police chief warning a teenager--but of a father talking to his son.
He knew, because his own voice did that now. Took on a worried tone that masqueraded as something more like annoyance and seriousness.
"Yes, Sir." Harrington said, remaining weirdly compliant. "Consider me gone."
A hand came up to briefly press above one eye, and Wayne wondered if the kid had been looked over, or if they had just crammed him into Hopper's office without offering so much as a tissue box.
How many painkillers did they have back at the house? Wayne usually kept a good bottle around, but Steve was going to need more than that…
He found himself once again cataloging Steve's wounds, this time comparing them to the medicine cabinet he had at home.
"I expect you to be a damn good house guest, you hear me?" Hopper continued, trying to cut a menacing figure. He finally found what he was looking for; pulling out a large, padded envelope.
He handed it over to Harrington, who took it without looking, shoving it into the duffle bag he'd had sitting at his feet.
There was a smudge of red on the handle of said bag, that matched perfectly up to a shittily done wrap on Steve's right hand.
Wayne mentally added 'buy more bandages' to his list.
Steve nodded at Hopper again. "Yes, Sir."
Jim’s eyes narrowed. "Quite that, you know I hate that."
The briefest glimmer of mischief crossed Harrington's face. "Sorry, Sir. Won't happen again, Sir."
'Ahh.' Wayne thought. 'So there's a teenager in there after all.'
Jim rolled his eyes. "Get out of my office."
"Thanks Hop." Harrington said, finally dropping that odd obedience, a hint of a smile on his battered face.
He stood, and Wayne had to stop himself from offering an arm out as Steve reached for his bag and limped towards him.
He paused right before he left Hopper's office, hand on the doorframe.
"You'll check up on Robin too, right?" He asked, and for the first time his tone took on something more alive--and filled with worry. "And Dustin? Erica?"
"Dustin and his mom are finally taking me up on my suggestion to see their family in Florida for a while, and the Sinclairs are taking a sabbatical from Hawkins. I'm working on the Buckley's." Hopper drummed his fingers on the desk. "So far, no one else besides you and El have been targeted, and we're going to keep it that way."
Steve let out a breath, and while Wayne could tell the worry hadn't left him, he could almost physically see Steve force himself to put it away.
Another act that was far beyond the kid's years.
A different officer popped up as they walked down the hall towards the exit, waving his hand madly. "Harrington! Chief says you forgot this!" He barked.
(Or tried to anyway. Callahan wasn’t the most aggressive of officers and frankly, never would be.)
A slim sports bag was held in his hands, and Steve nearly tripped over his own feet when he tried to turn and claim it.
"I'll get it." Wayne said, knowing his tone sounded gruff.
No use for it. He could either sound gruff or sound sad, and Wayne knew better than to start off the relationship with yet another hurt young man by acting sad.
Pity wasn't gonna win him any favors here.
He took the bag, slinging it over his shoulder, uncaring of the wince on Harrington's face until something sharp poked at his shoulder.
Several somethings, in fact.
"What the hell do you got in this thing?" He asked once they hit the parking lot, voice low as he escorted Steve to his truck.
"Just a baseball bat, sir." Steve said, in the exact same tone Eddie used every time he thought he was bein’ slick.
Considering the thing in the bag could have passed for a baseball bat if not for the sharp pokey bits, it wasn’t a bad attempt. Steve just hadn’t accounted for the fact that Wayne lived with Eddie.
An unfair advantage, really.
‘Least there can’t be any baby racoons in the damn bag.’ Wayne thought idly.
Went on to gently put the bat in the backseat, watching as the kid struggled to lift himself into the truck.
"You can drop that, I take too being called Sir about as well as Hop does." He said, keeping his tone nice and calm, hoping to ease into calling Steve out on his lie.
Fussed with a few dials on the stereo, giving Steve an excuse to take his time before starting the engine and taking the long way home.
Wayne wanted to talk a little-- without the chance of Ed’s interrupting.
"Son,” He started off. “I was born in the morning, but not this morning. I'm hoping to make the next few weeks as easy as I can for both of us, and I can't do that if you're starting off with a lie."
Steve blinked, turning to face him in a matter that was too fast for his injuries. He didn't bother hiding the hurt it caused him, but his voice stayed even as he spoke.
"What do you mean Si--Wayne."
"Nice catch.” Wayne said. “We’ll get you there yet.”
It was a trick he'd learned with Eddie--little tidbits of praise went a long way when it came to gaining trust.
Especially with kids who hadn't ever been given much.
Harrington seemed smart to it, or perhaps was just hesitant to speak in general because he remained quiet, not offering up any info. No further lies, but nothing towards the truth, neither.
Which was fine. Wayne didn’t think a little pushing would hurt.
"That bat of yours was digging into my shoulder like a bee swarm." Wayne continued, when it became clear Steve wasn't talking. "I'm more a fan of football than baseball, but last I checked they hadn't changed the design of a bat."
"What teams?" Steve asked, perking up a touch. "Of football. Which ones are yours?"
Wayne could ignore it of course, or demand Steve give him an answer to the question he asked.
He did neither. "I’m liking the Colts since they got moved here. You?"
"Green Bay Packers, though I like the Colts too--that trade in 84’ was crazy." Steve said. After a second he proved that answering instead of pushing was the right move because he added; "What did Hopper tell you? About…" He trailed off, making a gesture Wayne didn't bother trying to interpret.
"He said some things. I've guessed a few others." Wayne admitted. Cut a little look out of the corner of his eye as he came to a stop sign. "I know the feds are real interested in you after Starcourt."
Steve took that in, hands tightening on the handle.
"It really is a baseball bat." He said, a little fast and with the tiniest hint of that challenge Wayne had been looking for. "It just also has nails hammered into one end."
Wayne took that in with one nice, slow blink.
"A bat with nails in it." He said, and it made a hell of a lot of sense compared to the sensation he'd felt carrying the case. "You use it against anyone?"
"Some of the feds." Steve admitted, and even with his eyes on the road Wayne could tell he was being stared at.
Judged.
Not in the way one expected a rich kid to judge, but in the way Eddie had, those first few months he'd lived here. The times when he'd push, just a little, to see what Wayne's reaction would be.
Eddie hadn't done it in a damn long time, but Wayne recognized the behavior nonetheless.
"Anybody else?" He asked.
"Nobody human." Steve replied.
"Alright." Wayne said, and made a mental note to drop all questions related to that.
He didn't need to know, definitely didn't want to know, and had a feeling if he did know he'd find himself being watched by the same spooks after Steve.
"I've got a few deck boxes that lock on my porch. Think you'd be agreeable to leaving the bat in one?"
Steve paused, hand clenching tighter around the strap of his duffel bag. "If you gave me a key so I could get it in an emergency, I'd be happy to."
He tried to sound calm, even a little charming in that sort of upper-class businessman sort of way, but the fear bled through.
The kid wasn't happy separating from the bat, and given it sounded like it might have saved his life recently, Wayne understood the hesitation.
With an internal apology to Eddie, he promptly threw his nephew under the proverbial bus. "I've got my nephew at home and he'd be far too interested in it, is all. Blades and weapons and such tend to attract him, and I don't need to be rushing anyone to the ER."
All of which were very true facts (one Wayne learned the time he'd allowed Eddie to bring a sword home, only for him to nearly cut his own nose off winging the thing around) but he figured it might make Steve more amenable to separating from it.
Sure enough, some of the tenseness bled out of Steve's shoulders. "Yeah that's fair."
The truck hit a few potholes as they finally turned into the trailer park, and the kid hissed, a quiet sound.
Judging by the uncomfortable wince, and hands clenched into his jeans something painwise was giving him trouble.
"When was the last time you took a pain pill?" Wayne asked, doing his best to weave around the other holes that dotted the gravel roads.
Steve blinked. "Uh…"
"You take any today son?"
Steve his head.
"Didn't have time to grab it." He said, offering a sad look to his pack.
Course he hadn't.
"Let's get you inside then and get you some." Wayne said with a sigh. Thankfully Eddie's van wasn't here--Wayne was fairly certain he had band practice today but knowing him it could be a million other things.
Just meant he had to acclimate Steve as fast as he could, to try and get the poor guy settled before Ed’s came in.
He just hoped life and lady luck would work with him, for once.
#hands on knees#this is gonna have more than three parts fffffff#FAIR WARNING I do jump between Wayne and Eddie’s pov in this.#Everything Ive written so far while in parts for tumblr would basically be chapter 1 on A03#Eddies POV change would be chapter two#Ugh Im gonna have to put this on A03. Dammit brain.#also I updated this very fast for me#no one get excited Idk the brain is doing#steddie#beat to shit Steve Harrington#wayne pov#outsider pov#wayne as a BAMF#I tried to get to the part where Eddie shows up but it just got too long for a tumblr post#pre steddie#wayne and Hopper both as psuedo parents to Steve#tw injuries#0o0 fanfics#stranger things
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So here it is, Chapter 1 AAAA!!!! Time destroyed Four in that poll omg, the ancient technique always works >:). They both cheated in their own ways tho. I loved that almost everyone agreed that Time should win in his corn maze regardless of the paths XDD.
And never bet with Legend, he always manages to win. Ravio is proud of Mr Hero >:·P
Hope you liked this first chapter!!!!! There will be some more. As soon as I can I'll update the next one hehe!!!!
Okay, the next hint for Chapter 2 will be: Milk begginers >:·3
#lu milk league#linkeduniverse#linked universe#lu fanart#my art#lu comic#lu chain#linked universe chain#lu four#lu time#lu wild#lu sky#lu twilight#lu warriors#lu hyrule#lu legend#lu wind#also idk if I have to say it but all credits to jojo and her LU boys hehe#poor Rulie no one knows he's lost in the maze :(#oh and I hope I did the corn maze well#I've never been in one XDJKAH#RAAAAHHHH I've been working on this chapter for a month#I WAS SO EXCITED TO POST IT!!!!!#AND HERE IT IS AAAA#also in the poll please vote for the winner not the lactose intolerant :3#I'm not really friends with anatomy and you can tell 💀 but it's a goofy ahh comic so yeah#hope you like them wonky anyways XSJDKHGFJD
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The first five illustrations are done for my little project - a full illustration for each chapter of my fic🥹🫶
Which one is your favorite???
I really only started drawing fanart back in April because I wanted to be able to do this eventually🤭💓 I remember the first time I tried to draw in a more illustration style back in March, I was like🤨😐🤔 how do they (the amazing artist here) do it😔😔😔 (IT WAS REALLY BAD OKAY). I started drawing all of the HL characters like crazy and posting my progress here, eventually working up the courage to post about Eloise, and then eventually bits and pieces of my writing🥹
IM JUST SO SO HONORED YOU LIKE MY YAPPING ABOUT THESE TWO…MY THOUGHTS ON THEM…MY ART…all of my interactions here really make my day so THANK YOU!!!🙏🙏🙏🙏
#honestly even seeing the progress in these illustrations is SO COOL!!!#like I want to redo the first one already bc I know I can do a better job😭#but I have 20 more chapters to illustrate and more as I keep writing too🥰#so I’ll just keep going#& I’m SO excited for the next chapters bc they’re when my fic gets canon divergent and I start to have a lot of fun with the story🥹🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶#I just wanted to put these all in one post to document my progress with these#I think my favorite is still when they’re escaping madam scribner#or when Eloise was sorted🥹🫶#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#hphl#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy oc#eloise babbit#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow fanart#sebastian sallow x mc
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help me hold onto you | T | 9/13
f1driver!max and streamer!charles
The man—Charles, Max assumes—sounds French. He loves that. He should be used to a French accent, he was forced to converse with Pierre often enough, but it sounds different coming from Charles. More melodic. Almost similar to someone he used to know once. “And that made me think,” Charles says, voice bellowing from Max’s speakers. “That it was stupid that we didn't have carrots before. Like, come on, it's a farming game.” Max has no fucking idea what the hell he is on about.
or: Max is lonely and finds Charles streaming on Twitch.
based on this prompt sent to @f1prompts
#eeeee I'm rlly excited about this!!!#the prompt lived rent free in my head since the moment i saw it so i Had To#hope i can do it justice just a little :)#also for context: the songs i would add to a playlist for this fic are the archer by taylor n satellite by harry#like i said in the authors note: currently anticipating 10 chapters and one every week or so. maybe be sooner may be longer#I'm excited to get it written and posted tho so we'll see!! hence the no beta too lmao my gf said she would but i wanna post it Now#alims writes#f1 rpf#f1 rpf fic#f1 fanfiction#f1 fic#formula 1 rpf#formula 1 fanfiction#lestappen#lestappen fic#lestappen fanfic#lestappen rpf#1633#3316#fic: help me hold onto you
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title: light pairing: dean/cas additional tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Where There is Darkness sequel, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Reunions, Bottom Cas/Top Dean, Explicit Content, Lighthouses
Chapter 1
#destiel#destiel fic#lighthouse fic#where there is darkness series#I AM SO EXCITED TO SHARE THISSSS#will be posting a chapter a day#about 20k total#mwah
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Mr. Spamton, have you ever tried sewing before? The patterns some people draft up are bamboozling to the mind, for sure...
-Silly woman who tried, but only managed to stitch together lopsided "pillows" from t-shirts and stuff them with cotton balls
#he so silly#It takes a little bit of staring to get used to the angle honestly but eventually.... eventually ill do enough of them to be able to piece#it into motion rather than stills#one step at a time :-33#He's so excited to tell you that lol hes so proud he's been able to upkeep that nasty thing#im sure he had to learn at some point or another after it got some tears or something.#[you've got mail!]#spamton#spamton g spamton#deltarune#deltarune spamton#deltarune chapter 2#i hope you guys arent under the impression that five fingers one these is a friday only thing lmao#fifth finger friday is every day for ygm because i dont have a strict posting schedule... he is free for now#i like the way this one looks a lot and maybe its cause of the new angle i fought with#eventually in a month or two ill hate it but for now im happy with it :-3
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@wixenforever Hullo! I'm back with...gestures.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the kids going back to hogwarts and keeping their summer dynamic going through the school year. Theyve got no more f’s to give at this point. Snape receives -1000 damage for having to deal with their very normal, very totally platonic friendship. (I'm a fan of people's reactions to characters going out of the norm so this is purely self indulgent. Hope you like it!)
(this is a fan-take scene inspired by @wixenforever ‘s NottPott fic. Give it a read if you like slow burns and cool worldbuilding and a cat with far too many teeth to be a normal cat. We love you John.)
#I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEIR INTERACTIONS#im not great at dialogue but I tried my best to mimick something close to your style wixen#🫡🫡🫡#ALSO WHAT DO YOU MEAN CHAMBER OF SECRETS SCENE WIXEN. WIXEN#draco is so funny. cant wait for him to process chapter 23#im also very excited for blaise to know the news#nottpott#harry potter#theodore nott#theo nott#harry potter au#harry potter fanart#hp fanart#hp#hp fanfic#botl#burning of the library#art post#comic strips#doodle skadoodle#art#my art
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Before chapter 14 comes out and u reveal the final piece... i made a guess of what is in the jar

Enjoy my amazing editing skills ✨
LMFAOOOOO IM DYING THIS IS THE FIRST THING I SEE WHEN O OPEN THIS TAB
#hamilton in a jar#someone save him#im so sad that this got pushed back a chapter because it's genuinely my favorite art i've made for LoF so far#and i wanna share it SOOO BAD#erinwantstowrite#ao3#ao3 fanfic#leap of faith ao3#leap of faith catch me if you can#thank you for the ask!#however i DO have art for chapter 14#im excited to post that#peter parker#alexander hamilton
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Sub Bucky and a breeding kink 💀 dead unlived it's one of my favourite things 😌
This is pretty high up there on my list of dream fantasies 🥵 these are two of my biggest weaknesses, don't even look at me rn
One of life's greatest joys is cuddling with the other person's head resting on your chest so you can play with their hair and rub their shoulders. I love that shit, having someone else's body weight on you is so comforting.
I imagine that's something Bucky would really enjoy too. It's so soft and sweet and tender and getting to feel cared for would really appeal to him.
But that's up until his hands work their way under your top, up over your bare skin so he's able to cup your breasts and bury his face between them while he's getting his hair played with. Life's pleasures don't get much simpler than that.
After a few moments he shifts slightly, tugging the neckline of your shirt out of the way to give himself space to kiss and nip your skin. All of a sudden he's desperate and it's beautiful to watch.
"Please." He whispers between frantic kisses, flicking his tongue over the stiff peak of your nipple before engulfing it with his warm, eager mouth.
"Please, what?" You tease, tugging on his hair just a little for emphasis.
He groans, frustrated by his own lack of coherence, pulling his mouth from your nipple. "Please let me put a baby in you."
That's not what you were expecting but fuck, he makes it sound pretty appealing.
"Bucky-" You begin but he cuts you off, giving your other nipple the same attention as he gave the first. God, that's distracting.
"You'd make. Such. A pretty. Mommy." He whispers, kissing his way down your body until he reaches the bottom seam of your top. From there, he pulls it off, letting it fall to the floor before removing the rest of your clothes.
"You'd look so pretty with a little baby bump." His huge hand rests on your bare tummy, imaging how your body would change.
"I want it, Buck." You mean it too. It doesn't sound like such a bad idea when he's taking his clothes off.
"I know you want it." He groans, rubbing the tip of his dick against your soaked core. "Y-you're so wet."
He presses his hips forward, sliding inside you and you can't explain it but you swear it feels different this time.
"Don't even think about pulling out." You cup his face in your hands, keeping his eyes on you and you almost worry he's going to fuck himself senseless into you. "I want you to make me a mommy. You're going to give me every single drop of cum and when it starts to drip out of me, you're going to fuck it back in."
His head falls onto your shoulder, sobbing a pathetic moan against your already hot skin. The pace of his thrusts matches his need, his hips slamming into yours and when he finally gives in, he cums inside you with your legs clamped around his waist, making sure he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.
#asks answered <3#becca writes spice#anon#sub!bucky#subby bucky#this is one of those fantasies that's nice in my head#I think I'd like to be at that point in my life but it's absolutely not where I'm at rn#maybe some day tho#I started writing a new series yesterday#making a lil moodboard#excited to post the concept#can't decide if I want each chapter to feel like a continuation of the one before#or if I want the chapters to be more detached from each other with time passing in between#might actually space it out over a weekend?#I took my lil granny out for lunch today and she's just the cutest#she usually comes up to ours for Sunday lunch but my parents were out this weekend#so I made her dinner last night and took it down to her and I asked if she wanted to go out for Sunday lunch for a change#she made me book the table right there in front of her so she'd be able to look forward to it 🥺#I sat with her for over an hour yesterday evening and she smiled nearly the whole time#she's too cute I swear
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That Bitch Stabbed Me chapter 1 is now complete! 🎉🦇️ That's 38 pages in total!
🗡️ read the chapter 1 ending! 🗡️ or start reading from the beginning
That Bitch Stabbed Me is a dark fantasy vampire yuri comic updating on Sundays.
#that bitch stabbed me#vampires#yuri#comics#original post#i've been waiting for this milestone!! so happy to have made it this far#excited to start chapter 2 soon#i wanted to post this sooner but i couldnt decide which panels i wanted to use for a preview
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I’m so excited to finally show the illustrations I did for this year’s invisobang!
These are from the first chapter of @wingedflight’s story, Something Rotten
It’s based around Hamlet, and it is so cool and tragic to read the characters in their roles, please go check it out!
#I’ll post more art as the chapters come out#and then at the end ill probably post them again all together#I wanted to do more of an old fashioned illustrated look for this year#did i pull it off?#probably not#but i still like how they came out#as i said before#i was excited for this story because i was a huge emo/nerd for hamlet when i was younger#so this was fun#danny phantom#invisobang 2023#danny fenton#jack fenton#red huntress#my art#dp
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#bahhhhhhhhhh I’m just obsessed with them🥺#I’m going to post my next chapter tomorrow this is my promise to myself#it’s literally written !!!!!!!!!! but even though I *know* where I’m having the plot go etc etc#I just want to think a bit more and make sure how I’m portraying everytbing/the scenes I include are moving the story in the right direction#maybe it would have been easier for me if I just followed the game plot#but I HAD to go and add mythology and intrigue and angst and change it completely🥲#I’m also introducing a new character I’m SO excited for bc he’s so awful🥹🥹🥹 and I’ll draw him soon I think#well now I’m going to find a way to add a scene like this drawing in the future🥰🥰🥰#bc right now they only exist happily in my imagination and this art😆😆😆#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#hphl#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy oc#eloise babbit#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow fanart#sebastian sallow x mc#also I literally LOVE Eloise’s hair when it’s down#but a) she finds it scandalous bc of her time spent with muggles#and b) I the artist am quite lazy and it takes FOREVER to draw it like this bc I don’t actually know how to draw curly hair
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"You really do stress too much. Don't worry. You can rest."
And heres chapter three of when you come back! the longest chapter by a bit and probably my personal favorite ;)
link under cut as usual. explicit content.
🔞 18+ it got sex!!!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62812585/chapters/161274922
#agggghhhhh ive been so excited to post this chapter u have no idea#pokemon#larry pokemon#kabu pokemon#aokabu#larrykabu#silverstreakshipping#afterworkshipping#kablarry#アオカブ#art#ibis paint x#writing#fanfic#ao3#(i dunno why the link isnt showing up properly...? oh well its still clickable so whatever i guess)
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Wait wait wait BLIND ZUKO?!?!?! Why is this the first time hearing about it??????????? This obviously a major error on my part…but I am little confused…what is a sensitivity reader? are they like a beta reader, but someone who belongs to the blind community(is even calling it a community OK I don’t know how else to refer to it😅)? someone to make sure that what your writing is accurate??? Please educate me!!!
Basically that, yep. Sensitivity readers are a reasonably common practice in Serious Face fiction (...among writers and publishers who care about getting things right), but definitely not common in fanfiction, so it's no surprise if you haven't heard the term before--they're people from whatever group who are good at helping writers spot and correct when they're using harmful tropes related to the group(s) they're a part of (and offering suggestions to make things read more authentically).
Since people tend to spin off AUs of my fics (which is awesome and continues up be encouraged), I am putting in an effort to not totally screw up the Blind Zuko rep. Of all fandoms, Avatar should absolutely be a place blind fans can find themselves represented in and welcomed by.
On a related note, insert PSA here encouraging all Avatar artists and rebloggers of Avatar art to write alt text/image IDs. They're quick to write and they mean the world to the people who need them. Do it for Toph.
#on an equally related note I only reblog art that has ids. so if you want to get reblogged you know what to do.#my sensitivity reader is on Tumblr and regularly posts excellent writing advice so I'm very excited to be working with them#but I haven't actually cleared with them whether they want their name publicly associated with this#So no name for now#Fingers crossed for nothing huge on the outline level#Though I'm fully expecting a million little issues on the chapter by chapter level#Blind Zuko#avatar the last airbender#atla
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They end up standing by a window- light hits the angles of Danny’s face, the bluish, vague refraction from the snowy city, and the warm golden lights of the party carving him out like a Leyendecker portrait.
I can finally post this!!! From chapter 8 of my DeadTired fic Better Halves (and other such falsehoods) I am actually so obsessed with this one- the chapter, the art, the way Tim describes Danny? Ugh it's just so good
#my art#art#dp x dc#danny phantom#better halves (and other such falsehoods)#tim drake#dead tired ship#god the lighting? the hands? i focus a LOT on hands throughout the fic because i am not immune. to hand symbolism.#nor to how attractive. hands are.#i learned how to draw hands well and i will make that EVERYONE ELSE'S PROBLEM#Did i post this and the chapter at exactly midnight cause I was so excited to post this one? Maybe#maybe that's none of your business#leave me alone
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Hey fellow writers, you know that feeling when you write a thing that you know people are going to scream at you for when they read it? You know how you giggle to yourself like a gleeful supervillain when you finish typing it, how you cackle as you picture the pending pain and outrage of your readers?
Here’s to that feeling. I wish you all many fruitful and productive hours of writing specifically to find that feeling waiting for you on the other side of your brilliant, terrible words.
And I wish you many, MANY incoherent comments in response.
#anyway yeah just wrote a chapter with elrond that i am so excited for when i finally get to post oh man#people are going to HATE IT#i can't wait#writing#fanfiction#writing positivity#fandom
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