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Just saw the utg excerpt and seeing flitmouse still managing to be relaxed by the mounting position, despite the ammount of traumatising events surrounding it,
It rreaaaallly cements the horror behind efnisien completely rejecting it entirely and having SUCH a visceral reaction to it
Gary wasn't lying when it was something fundamentally broken :(
Yeahhhh, I feel like how omegas - even traumatised omegas - respond to things like alpha persuasion, or being mounted etc. highlights just how profoundly Efnisien was - to the staff at Hillview - just having this radically aberrant, strange response. While they believed he was an omega, nothing made sense, and of course they couldn't predict his outcomes. When you have omegas like Flitmouse and even Nate still calming at alpha persuasion, every reaction Efnisien has is awful (far more like an alpha).
But his trauma around mounting is severe. It highlights just how much it's an act for omegas, and therefore, how much it's an act done to emasculate and harm alphas after say, a duel. It's something that almost no alphas experience these days in "humane" society, so for Efnisien to be going through it on a weekly basis was truly shocking to Gary.
I am so glad, in a way, that Gary could kind of hear the safeword, pause, and then be like 'oh no we have to stop' even if he can't articulate it in clear sentences. He was very horrified to find out what he'd been about to do, and it's a good sign of just how much those peak alpha urges take over cognitive thought in those states. Gary goes out of his way to avoid hurting Efnisien like that, unless he's in that state of mind.
That being said, I will always love Efnisien still managing to snark, in his state of sheer terror, about how the panic button's still too far away lol
#asks and answers#underline the black#efnisien ap wledig#dr gary konowalous#omegaverse#underline the rainbow#mm romance#i mean yeah basically like#it's true that even flitmouse who's gone through trauma specifically through#and because of mounting#can still find it very relaxing#like even he has enough self-awareness to still feel some dread#in the beginning#but the pose itself eventually takes over and he relaxes anyway#it's not uncommon for abusers in this universe to weaponise these things against omegas#and part of the rehab process is like#creating new positive links back to these things alsdkj
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Beauties in 1986 chinese drama Journey to the West西游记
yutujing玉兔精 jade rabbit spirit
zhizhujing蜘蛛精 spider spirit
chang'e嫦娥 moon goddess
jin bi bai mao shu jing金鼻白毛鼠精 Golden nosed white haired mouse spirit
nv er guo guo wang女儿国国王 The Queen of Women's Kingdom
#china#fashion#chinese fashion#yutujing's attire is indian fashion because she disguised herself as an Indian princess#journey to the west#jttw#sun wukong#yutujing is my fave#she is so bunny vibe#she also played the real indian princess#She has excellent acting skills#The real and fake princesses are totally different#also i love the mouse spirit she's just so charming#Many of the spirits in jttw have deep backgrounds#they are all dependents or mounts of Heavenly Immortals#For example#this Mouse Spirit#she has a very high position in the Heavenly Court because she is the adopted daughter of Pagoda-bearing Heavenly King#Nezha's righteous sister#and she is so beautiful that in the end#Buddha couldn't bear to really punish her
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Animus
#trolls#trolls 3#trolls band together#jd ex husband#it was a julien day for sure#john dory#jd trolls#trolls jd#i guess i should make a tag for julien#trolls oc julien#nice#trolls oc#i have fucking vampire empire in my head BFJEJFJVJRBSJ#maybe thats where the energy of this sketch came from#jd is mistrustful of julien because he was worried julien would kill him for his life insurance money#but he ALSO mistrustful because julien lip synchs#they would perform together in mount rageous but julien would never ad lib with jd#and then one day he found out why when he tried to sing into juliens mic and it wasnt on#anyway! lore in the tags lol#this is too much i understand but .. whatever .. we are having fun 😎
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The way we discuss prophecy in fandom is genuinely fascinating. GRRM spends so much time showing how different characters have different interpretations of the same thing based on their own cultural contexts. He says that prophecy is tricky to navigate through multiple characters, showing that even the most careful practitioner can get almost everything wrong and fall victim to their own fallacies (see Mel). So tell me why the main takeaway for large parts of this fandom is “prophecy stupid, it doesn’t matter”. My brothers and sisters in R’hllor, GRRM didn’t invent multiple characters (three of whom are main POVs!!) who can see the future for this to be the conclusion. This is a FANTASY series. Please I’m begging, let us be serious 🥲
#like azor ahai has different interpretations and different candidates based on how you certain interpret events#you either do it very literally (dany) or very figuratively (jon) and the interesting thing is that both a very valid#same with tptwp being two people at the same time!!#is the stallion that mounts the world dany or is it drogon?? how does that affect how people navigate dany’s campaign?#how does that affect how DANY!! navigates how own life#how does being born solely to fulfill tptwp prophecy affect rhaegar’s entire personality? his sociopolitics??#prophecy is very real and the important part is how our characters navigate a very real phenomenon#but then there’s also the very aggravating conversation among those who do take the prophecies seriously in fandom#because so many of them have a shallow level of engagement with the genre and how it’s reflected in the text#so we get “oh grrm is subverting fantasy so the boy cannot be the subject of prophecy because that’s cliche!!111”#but I’m too tired to get into that today….#asoiaf#valyrianscrolls
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Star Trek: Strange New Worlds Season 1 bloopers (DVD extra features)
The cast channeling their accident-prone Captain! :D
#star trek strange new worlds#strange new worlds#star trek#captain pike#christopher pike#anson mount#rebecca romijn#strangenewworldsedit#trekedit#tvedit#*edit#number one#nurse chapel#the blooper reel is a TREASURE#there's a lot of anson in it!#everyone is adorable and in high spirits#all the noises are more pronounced#because the sets are so big :D#love rebecca staring at anson#before they both start laughing!
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Shoutout to this massive buck that had a third antler growing in
#been getting a lot of freaks in lately and I am a-ok with that#third antlers like this can sometimes happen when cells from the pedacle of an antler get transferred to another spot via injury#this will then cause an antler to grow in that location because antler growth is one hell of an adaptation#now was this from an injury? no idea#genuinely I think it’s just a funky mutation#european mount#whitetail deer#skull#taxidermy#vulture culture#taxidermist#cw dead animal#tw animal death#tw dead animal#cw animal death#oddities
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They're so silly HAHAHA
#I ALSO YEAH I HAVE A FEELING THAT TANG BO IS THE TOP BECAUSE WHY NOT LMAO#Plus (i think) he'a taller than chungmyung hehehe#dont worry tang bo' chung myung is just embarassed😔😔😔#I LOVE THEM BOTH#THYE MAKE ME ILL#return of the blossoming blade#return of the mount hua sect#rotpbb#rotbb#rottmnt#chung myung#tang bo#tangchung#tangcheong
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OMG I FORGOT TO POST THIS VIDEO HERE
#this is a collab i did with two of my friends hehe#i drew tang bo#im actually crazy because i think my OWN drawing of tang bo is saur cute#ough tangchung….#wails loudly#rotmhs#rotbb#return of the blossoming blade#return of the mount hua sect#화산귀환#chung myung#tang bo#cheong myeong
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Lord help me I’ve got a problem… well, a few actually
#halsin#baldur's gate 3#bg3 halsin#oak father preserve me#bg3 spoilers#bg3#oakdaddy#lord help me#im a simp#I need more fan art of him because I’ve done saved it all#mount halsin#nothing could prepare me for the scene that unfolded before my eyes#if I had a nickel for every baldurs gate man I fell in love with I’d have too many nickels
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Aww is Trolls 3 trending on tumblr instead Wish? Let me bring out my tiniest violin for Disney's worst attempt at making a movie.
#trolls#trolls 3#seriously tho trolls 3 is actually funny and the music is awesome#go listen to mount rageous#velvet and veneer#are actuallly amazing villains#and the entire production was done on a rush because they messed up some softwares at the beginning of making the movie#and you cant even tell#meanwhile disney had a billions dollars and all the time in the world to make this 100th movie and this is what they came up with#disney#wish#trolls 3 band together
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Hi, Tin! I love your writing and I have a prompt for you, if you are interested) what if Tang family is too afraid of Tang Bo leaving permanently and eloping with Cheong Myeong? So they initiate marriage negotiations with Mount Hua. It can be angst (CM is socially isolated and insecure about his position) or romantic comedy (awkward situations and protective Cheong Mun), up to you). Thank you in advance!
It was a well-established fact that the Dark Saint of the Tang Family was one of their generation's best.
So it came as no surprise when an influx of marriage proposals flooded their family's estate—because rumors started flying around that the Dark Saint was in search of a partner.
The Dark Saint held a reputation for being cold and ruthless. To cultivators and martial artists, he was someone they feared making into an enemy due to his sheer battle prowess and poisonous abilities. To normal civilians, he was a genius who wielded the Tang Family's techniques with cool precision and intent; to them, he was just another mysterious cultivator that they would only ever know of through gossip and stories.
However, in recent years, something shifted. His reputation among common folk was slowly altered. It started off with a supposed battle between him and the Plum Blossom Sword Saint which turned into a sudden and unexpected friendship.
Whereas in the past the Dark Saint would only go around Sichuan and closeby villages, he was now found going around different major cities and unknown ones.
He was often in the company of Mount Hua's Plum Blossom Sword Saint, who worked with him side-by-side to eradicate groups from the Demonic Cult and the occasional bandits and thieves.
For supposed Taoists, the two visited different establishments to drink alcohol and talk cheerily. It was during one of these moments that the first rumor began its spark.
"Ahhhh," The Plum Blossom Sword Saint groans in satisfaction. "That sure hits the spot!"
The Dark Saint chuckles as he tosses back his own drink. "If only I could enjoy everyday like this. Alcohol really is the best."
"What would your future wife think?" The Plum Blossom Sword Saint jokingly and dramatically shakes his head in disappointment. "To have a husband who loves alcohol more than his own wife...!"
The Dark Saint wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "Trust me, I would make sure that my wife knows full-well just how much I love them."
The two of them share a silent, private conversation with just their eyes alone, that none of the other restaurant's customers could decipher, before they leave a generous tip and went on their way.
It snowballs from there.
All of a sudden gossip went around about the Dark Saint's interest in finding a wife. And so several people came to the same conclusion.
The reason why the Dark Saint is travelling around more than usual is because he's looking for a prospective wife.
Clearly, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint was there to provide moral support. How truly admirable and strong their brotherhood must be!
On the other hand, the head of the Tang Family was fully aware of their Dark Saint's single-minded interest in Mount Hua's Chung Myung.
Seeing all the stacks of letters that ranged from proposing strategic alliances and general marriage offers brought the current head of the Tang Family to a very different conclusion.
Tang Bo was trying to slowly draw himself away from their family by leaving their estate. He might be on the hunt, jumping from village to village, trying to create a dowry befitting for the hand of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint and scouting out all the best locations to settle down in.
It really wouldn't be too surprising of an idea if one day a letter turns up from the man with an intent of permanently moving to Mount Hua or some backwater village.
The Tang Family head shakes the thought of losing one of their best and genius members to one of the Ten Great Sects. If he wanted to maintain their family's reputation, he'll need to strike the first move.
And so he begins to pen a decisive letter to the Sect Leader of Mount Hua.
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Chung Mun's hands tremble as reads the letter sent to him by the Tang Family.
'Who did they think they were?' He would have bit out if he had any less self-restraint. The paper crumples in his grip and he receives a questioning glance from Chung Myung who was sprawled eating mooncakes on the opposite side of his desk.
"What's got you so worked up?" The subject of the letter askswithout a care.
Chung Mun takes a deep breath. "The Tang Family wishes for you to transfer into their estate."
He refuses to say out loud the marriage proposal that came along with this request. His Chung Myung was too young! The man might be a sixty years old, but that round face, cheeks carelessly bulging with mooncakes with crumbs littered on his chin, screamed too young for marriage!
"Oh." Chung Myung nods in understanding.
Chung Mun is glad that Chung Myung agrees that this was nonsensical. To think, they thought that Chung Myung would even leave Mount Hua for—
"After the war is over, Tang Bo and I were planning to be roommates and travel the world a bit."
—?????
"Roommates?" Chung Mun's voices comes out slightly strangled.
"Yup. It's going to be great."
"No."
"'No'?"
Chung Mun tries to run through his previous conversations with Tang Bo. He knew that the man was capable of being underhanded, but he was also well-aware that Tang Bo respected him enough to not blind-side him with something like this. Especially since it concerned Chung Myung.
...
...Oh no.
"Fuck." Chung Mun says, full of feeling as he recalls Tang Bo off-handedly asking permission to live together with Chung Myung in the future.
"...Sect Leader?"
Chung Mun had thought that was a joke! He thought Tang Bo wasn't being serious! They were talking with alcohol in their systems!
The alarmed look that crosses Chung Myung's face informed Chung Mun that the way he felt his blood drain from his face was a visible, physical reaction.
"He asked for your hand in marriage." Chung Mun says faintly. "I said yes."
Chung Myung blinked at him. "Yeah? He told me?"
Okay. Tang Bo, to his credit, hasn't been leaving Chung Myung in the dark at least.
If Chung Myung knows and isn't reacting violently that means that he isn't completely against this. Even if Chung Mun was, he had to reorganize his priorties.
And his number one would be to make sure Chung Myung was happy.
((And to make sure that the Tang Family doesn't think they can step on Chung Mun and pull his little brother away.))
"I'll have to recheck the sect's budget and my own savings to make sure we have enough for the wedding preparations..." Chung Mun mutters as he begins drafting a response to the Tang Family with what he thought were better marriage agreement conditions.
But then, a flash of dread causes Chung Mun to pause writing and leave a dark ink blot on the paper. He suspected, but he really wishes that he was wrong—!
"Huh?" Chung Myung gives Chung Mun a confused look. "We already got married though?"
#cmun: you didn't invite me to your wedding??!?!?!?!?#cm: we literally just a signed a paper and kissed#cm and tb eloped because cm didn't want to stretch out mount hua's resources during a war bc of wedding prep#tb and cm are too in love and just decided to get married in the middle of a drinking session actually#they only realized what they did when they woke up the next day but then 'hm? this isn't bad tho?'#anyway cmun asks them to redo their marriage lol he def cries when cmyung bows to him in lieu during the three bows#the tang and mount hua come to an agreement that they get half a year each 👍#and if tang bo still dies in this au and cm is left a widower......jk jk but then again#»—————————–✄#sorry this took me a while 🥺🙏 irl wasn't kicking it HAHAHAHA#I'm super happy to hear you enjoy my writing and thank you so much for the prompt WAHAHAHAHA#i havent finished reading the side stories yet so sorry if I messed up canon#might come back to this prompt if I find out more info bc there's so much to explore 🙈#and i had to stop bc this was already 1.1k HAHAHAHA#tangchung#chung myung#chung mun#tang bo#rotmhs#rotbb#return of mount hua sect#return of the blossoming blade#tin writes#my ask hole#w-s-kibela
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bring him home
rating: t ♥️ cw: Eddie in the Upside Down,; Steve on what he thinks is a retrieval mission for his body (it's not); Eddie Munson Lives; Kas!Eddie (ish) ♥️ tags: established relationship, secret pre-S4 relationship, post-S4, presumed dead (Eddie), mourning and heartbreak (Steve), happy ending (because Eddie is alive, ofc), soul-deep love
for @steddielovemonth day twenty-four: Love is the only thing we can take with us (@thefreakandthehair)
oh hey look, another day I didn't intend to write at all ♥️ but then @pearynice was intrigued by a stray half-baked idea and I struggle to not at least try to provide content in such instances ♥️
He’s only thought it since, since, but he’s actually kind of grateful no one knew. That no one could even have guessed. They’re on eggshells around him enough as it is, thinking it’s the loss, finally, that he couldn’t walk them back from, couldn’t recover them allfrom safe if not wholly sound. They think he’s dealing with survivor’s guilt or just the general blow of a failure so immense, maybe long overdue: and that’s probably part of it.
But only because it’s part of the bigger thing. The real loss.
They would have been together nearly ten fucking months, y’know; the better part of a whole goddamn year since that day at the mall, eyes catching and something just…clicking. Like the barest whisper breathing this could be something into the universe for them to catch if they wanted, and for all that’s still good in the world they both wanted, beyond any kind of logic they both fucking reached.
And Steve knows he’s worrying everyone, knows Joyce cooks for him because she’s sacred for him, knows Claudia bakes for the very same reason; he knows Robin’s gone back to biting her nails over him, and he hates that, he hates it but, like: Steve feels like he left his soul in that hellscape with the man he’d wrapped up in it; knows he left his heart there, because he gave it to that same man ages ago and never ever considered taking it back—and he’s kind of just a, a shell, now, and it’s good that they all think Steve’s just fucked up over the lost, over-inflated savior complex, Rob had muttered more than once and sure, fine��let them think that’s all it is.
It means he can plan without interference.
It means he can drive to the last oozing rift in the world with axes he found in the garage, a crowbar he grabbed at The War Zone—which he knows because he found a receipt, not because he can remember going, driving, paying; he fucking can’t—a fucking tire lift that he things is better suited to trucks than his Beemer but that’s why he needs it: he need to rip open the earth beneath his feet because maybe his heart died down there with the boy he loves in ways he didn’t know he could, not until he found those reserves of feeling inside him well up for the fact of him and maybe it’s too later for his heart, and maybe his soul’s locked in as a funeral shroud but godadmn it all—
Steve needs to bring Eddie’s body home.
Dropping through he fissure in the ground is second nature, like something calling him through the break and that feel right, because the Upside Down for what it is alone is somewhere Steve never wants to be, never wants to touch: but what it holds now what it stole from him and claimed and kept: Steve wants that back beside him, it doesn’t matter how. Cold, torn, broken, gone—Steve’s already those things himself. Now he’s just a raw nerve, but if that nerve could go numb, could freeze for so much pain, so much abuse and hurt. He feels more for the knowledge of how much things should destroy him; he thinks his body is more of an echo chamber, a void that moves but isn’t…there anymore.
Is here, because he left the best of him, the whole of him here, and he—it creaks in his knees when he hits the ground on the other side, shoots up his spine from the bones of him on contact; it should hurt, it should hurt but he can’t feel so much, and he needs to get his bearings, needs to orient, needs to figure where he is and the quickest way to Forest Hills, to where Eddie—
He can’t feel shit when he’s got a purpose, here: the first he’s had in weeks.
He moves to stand, gets to his feet at—
It’s unexpected, how much he feels the impact that knocks him back down, the weight that pushes him to the ground again and covers him, snarls at him, breathes hot and violent against his jaw, against his neck, and Steve—
Steve’ll die here, that’s clear from the hiss above him, the way he’s pinned like prey, like a meal, and the only thought he really has, in all honesty, is he’ll die here.
But he already died here, so it just feels kinda anticlimactic.
The panting against him keeps up, but it…it doesn’t go anywhere, it doesn’t become other, or more—there’s no teeth, no clawing or biting or ripping him apart, draining him dry. He doesn’t think he was afraid for any of it, exactly; his heart’s pounding but it feels distant, other and something far from him, disconnected: not a part of his shell-self, so he thinks that’s just ingrained, just an automatic response to a demo-something, probably, sizing up its meal but like, it’s not doing anything and Steve, Steve doesn’t…he’s not invested, exactly, he doesn’t even think he cares, but—
He squints his eyes open the barest crack where he’d instinctively squeezed them shut and he looks, expects the toothy petals, or even a veiny body; he looks and—
“Eddie?”
Oh, good. Heart, soul: may as well add losing his fucking mind to this place, too, third time’s a goddamn charm.
Because it’s not Eddie, it can’t be…it can’t be Eddie, and—
Not-Eddie leans into him, presses onto him full-bodied, hips to chest, thighs spread to hold him down like he’s going anywhere because, because…
Steve feels that. He feels the pressure, he feels pain where this body drags against scrapes in Steve’s skin, he feels his heart pounding, Jesus fucking Christ, that fucking hurts, but he looks at the face that’s looming over him, tipped to the side like it’s asking a question, like it’s considering Steve below, and it: the bones are sharper, the skin more pale, more drawn up tight and pulled—the eyes are red, bright like when the lighting cuts the sky, here, but everything else…
“Eddie, oh god,” Steve doesn’t want to question it, Steve doesn’t want to keep his mind if the alternative is moments with some version of Eddie whose breath he can feel again, it’s, he’s;
“Eds,” he chokes, and Eddie’s got him wholly pinned down, he can’t reach for Eddie’s face to cup it, to cradle it, so he lets his breath catch, his lungs hitch, lets the tears burn on their way from his eyes in streams as he twitches his fingers, stretches the tips to brush Eddie’s palm where he holds Steve down and—
Eddie stills, and his eyes narrow, and…
And if Steve has to die here, again: let it be at Eddie’s hands. Let it be maybe for Eddie’s…benefit, he’s wellbeing, however he survives here. Let it be for Eddie.
Always for Eddie.
But then Eddie: Eddie doesn’t let him up, still lean into Steve from the middle, but—he buries his head at Steve’s neck, and breathes in so deep, Steve gets to close his eyes and soak in the feeling of his chest rising into Steve’s own: strong.
Real.
“Known,” Eddie murmurs, shakes his head like he’s trying to shoo a fly, but then a shiver trembles through the whole of him, Steve can trace its trajectory where Eddie’s held against him, and then Eddie growls—it’s not a wholly new sound but it’s deeper, more animal in it than Steve’s ever heard and then he bites out through bared teeth: “Known.”
Then he draws back from Steve’s neck, studies him shrewdly, a little hesitant, like he’s unsure of whatever’s happening to him, in him: then he nods, chews at his lower lip in a painfully familiar move before his hands leave Steve’s wrists and he’s—
“Known.”
He’s tracing Steve’s cheekbones, the line of his jaw; he’s running his nose against the slope of Steve’s, he’s…it’s like he’s tracing him, and he does it so gentle, he almost like he anticipates it, he’s—
“Known,” and Eddie’s fucking…it’s not a growl this time but somehow whatever it is, is deeper, stronger, and he mouths at Steve’s neck again but instead of breathing him in, he’s sucking at the lines of his arteries down the sides, up and down, and then he follows the blood to the sounds, groans at a pitch Steve’s never heard before but it’s still, it’s sill Eddie, and—
“Hurt?” Eddie mouths at his chest through the layers of his clothes, sounds mournful, stills as he considers something, intent with it before his head pops up, those red eyes so wide and aching as his hands tap against Steve’s arms, frantic and—
Oh.
Oh; they’re tapping out Steve’s heartbeats to every racing clench-give echoing through his ribs and Eddie moans, almost wails, then—
“Hurt,” and he looks frantic, his eyes wild, and his mouth dropped open, bereft and seeking and oh, oh: Eddie thinks his heart’s pounding because he’s hurt, because he’s in pain and kinda, a little bit but not like that and—
“No,” Steve’s quick to try and soothe, even if his voice is barely a rasp; “no, no,” and his wrists are free to he reaches, covers Eddie’s hands and links their fingers together, feels something in him reanimate, come straight back into being just for that touch, and that it’s warm:
“Happy,” Steve gasps, and squeezes Eddie’s hands with force, with feeling; “happy, to see you,” and he closes his eyes in something like relief when Eddie’s mouth stills against his chest again; sighs when Eddie nuzzles there, like he always did, like he belongs because he always belongs.
“So fucking happy,” Steve breathes, and he feels weightless; wonders if he died. If he hit the ground and snapped his neck. If the impact was a monster and not the love of his life, somehow saved from ruin just to save Steve back in kind.
“Mine,” Eddie whispers, a little bit of a hiss for the feeling in it, the intensity sewn in as he mouths around the beat of Steve’s blood: that’s what he means. That’s his, that and everything it powers, everything it lends life.
His.
He pulls back, and Steve bites back a whimper for the loss before Eddie’s eyes find his and he looks…he looks lost, then, grasping, in need as he almost begs, like the answer is the end of all things:
“Mine?”
He lifts one of their joined hands—he doesn’t disentangle them, and fuck if Steve’s ever letting go—but he lifts them to Steve’s chest and holds there, presses down and looks pointedly at the way his palm covers Steve’s heart, looks up in askance, up and down, there and back over and again, more desperate every time and Steve tightens his fingers around Eddie’s and nods, just nods because his voice is gone, his throat’s too tight, he’s—
But Eddie sees it. Eddie understands because Eddie…
Eddie always understands what Steve can’t say.
“Mine,” he exhales like it’s the answer to the universe, like it’s proof of god and the devil, like it’s more than air to breathe and Steve’s…
Steve doesn’t even know what he is. Except: he’s alive.
He died before he left here last time, and now somehow he’s alive. “Known, s’known,” Eddie mutters, shakes his head slow and pins his gaze on different parts go Steve’s body, touches and looks up to Steve like it serves as confirmation just to meet his gaze, to watch him blink; “know, know,” and Eddie bends again, mouths at his chest and inhales sharp as he rips out, almost feral: “mine,” and then something in him gives, and he falls to Steve’s chest and Steve’s heart skips, the terror in him tangible, but he throws out his hands, lets Eddie’s grasp go to hold Eddie up and Eddie panting, gasping, something has to be wrong—
“St,” Eddie’s voice is sandpaper rough, but…but full somehow and Steve can’t name what it is, save that it makes him feel warm, from the inside, in a way he’d thought was gone forever. It prickles at his eyes and he doesn’t fight the tears:
“Ste,” Eddie coughs a little, and then he looks up, brow furrowed and muscles tight as he locks his eyes on Steve’s and grits out:
“Steve?”
And those eyes: those eyes meet Steve’s now—color in them, that depthless nightshade, drenched in that deep warm chocolate shade: Steve’s breath catches. His heartbeat skips again, but wholly different, and it looks, it feels like a weight’s been lifted; a spell’s been broken. And somehow, somehow even before anything shifted, somehow Eddie, his Eddie, he—
Whatever’s happened, whatever’s been done to him: somehow, deeper than any of it, he kept the love.
“Steve.”
Eddie’s voice shakes and he drops his weight again but this time when he presses against Steve it’s to wrap him close, to hold him a little clumsy, a whole lot desperate, and it…it feels like maybe Steve’s soul where it’s wrapped around Eddie? Like maybe he gets a little bit of it back; like maybe he can inhale and it could mean something again.
Eddie only draws back to tuck his head under Steve’s chin, to dip lower and put his lips to the center of Steve’s chest, to breathe there, like life into the heart of him again and fuck, but he feels it.
He kinda doesn’t need to know anything more, doesn’t need to have any more answers to know whatever this is, whatever Eddie needs: they’ll figure it out. Eddie’s lips are on his chest. His heart’s a mallet against Eddie’s mouth, beats up into the warm rush of his breath: there. Real.
Steve feels it.
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#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#hurt/comfort#established relationship#kas!eddie#established steddie#pre-S4 relationship#presumed dead#(but obviously NOT)#happy ending#steve mounts a one-man rescue/retrieval mission because he's heartbroken#eddie recognizes the love of his life because in light of everything he HELD ONTO THAT LOVE#steddielovemonth#love is the only thing we can take with us#stranger things
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Glamtober Day 3 - Match Your Mount
Skyruin Gunblade / Rathalos Helm [M] (Soot Black & Nil) / Allegiance Coat (Nil & Dalamud Red) / Ruthenium Vambraces of Fending (Jet Black & Bone White) / Quetzalli Brais of Fending (Qiqirn Brown & Turquoise Green) / Hraesvelgr Boots (Pearl White) / Archeo Kingdom Earrings of Fending
#ffxiv#gpose#ffxivglamtober2024#duskwight#i use this mount most of the time because myth sort of matches it anyway#but now we are *matching* matching
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can you please draw more John Julian I’m craving more 🏳️🌈🥺🙏
Karaoke 🎤
#trolls#trolls 3#trolls band together#john dory#john dory trolls#jd trolls#trolls oc#trolls oc julien#julien is nervous because although he is talented and good in the booth he struggles with performing live#hence: lip synching#but they do wind up singing together and they have fun#this is when they first started dating#so i guess theyre in a bar like at the edge of mount rageous thats a little divey#maybe ill draw them singing together too who knows#this has become less of “jds evil exs” and more “jd dating sim”
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"That wrath ghost... He was newly formed, very young. He was already on the brink of dissipating completely when he arrived, yet for some reason he held on and drifted here "
Although he didn't know why, Xie Lian's heart started racing. "Almost dissipated? Why?"
"He had suffered grievous injuries," the state preceptor replied. "His soul was almost fully dispersed, and hardly any conscious mind remained to him. But still he floated along, repeating again and again that he wouldn't leave, he wouldn't leave- probably because his wish hadn't been fulfilled."
5 x 9" watercolor, salt, gouache
#watercolor#tian guan ci fu#heaven official's blessing#tgcf#wu ming#hua cheng#hualian#red maple#mount tonglu#this part really messed me up#just the imagery of him disoriented and stumbling through the shadows of the maple forest... but mumbling to himself thst he won't leave#he cant go#xie lian said to live for him so hes gotta stay#also that hes almost without any consciousness and yet with what little shreds of him remain#he still chooses to protect living humans#because its what xie lian would do
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more post session brainworms of the cowboy, things have not in fact gotten better and he's in fact more tired then he's ever been every single week <3 now with added trauma triggering!
Virgil Lawrence | He/Him | 212 Years Old | Ex-Sabbat Brujah Vampire
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finally got his coterie mate's crazy tremere ex dead and gone, and then had to listen to a baby sabbat brujah's entire life and family collapse around her. also he got a new knife for free (by being stabbed)!
PoV you're the Boston Prince (who totally deserved this) and have been in office 100 years after your predecessor was also killed by being thrown off a building by the same cowboy.
PoV you're a coterie member who pissed off the already EXTREMELY on edge and furious brujah by rebuking his attempts to suicide bait you and he just drew his 10+ pool revolver.
damn hard to stay keeping it together when you see and hear the ghosts of your kindred loved ones all around you all the time and in the words spoken by those around you, without anyone meaning to do it
#my art#virgil lawrence#BRUJAHS CANT BE HAPPY IN OUR CHRONICLES#the boston prince showed him photos of his old vampire gang's skinned faces mounted in a museum somewhere in boston#and the photos had the prince giving HIS SIRE AND LOVER'S FACE bunny ears#so honestly kinda justified with throwing him out a window of a high rise#but then also he thought he was finally getting let go by the tzimisce and. turns out he's now part of the personal coterie of a fae lord#which means he's just in ANOTHER type of captivity now and won't be allowed to leave because he's 'property' of the fae now#and everyone is talking about how they're all bonded together now and a 'family' and#ALL OF HIS TRAUMA TRIGGERS ARE BEING HIT AT ONCE RIGHT NOW on top of general overstimulation and too many people and being in a city and#shoutout to my STs promising “virgil will have fun soon” and its been like 3 sessions since that promise and he still isnt having fun DFKHH#artists on tumblr#digital art#digital drawing#original character#vtm art#vtm oc#vtm brujah#vtm sabbat#vampire oc#vampire: the masquerade#vampire#cowboy oc#cowboy art#cowboy#tw: blood
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