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[theangrykimchi]

For Snow on twt who asked for #24 - in danger 💖

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“This is it, Thor. We might not make it out alive from this one,” Loki says, eyes filling with tears as he looks at his warrior brother.

Thor grabs his forearm, pulls him close. “No, please don't say that,” he says when he presses their foreheads together. Both looking at the other in despair.

A trembling hand cups Thor's cheek and the kiss they share holds a feeling of finality. A tear is rolling down warm cheeks, an eerie growling rising in level as the Great Beast of the North stomps its way to where they are hiding, making the very ground shake beneath it.

“Whatever might happen, know that I've-I’ve loved you dearly,” Loki confesses wetly.

Another heart-shattering kiss, the emotions shared through it bigger than they could ever express with words. Loki's name whispered in adoration, unfathomable love.

“NO! LOKI!” Comes the terrified shout when Loki shakes off Thor's grasp and turns to face the beast that's finally rounding on them.

They stare at each other for a long moment—Loki and the beast—and then, with a deep breath, Loki prepares his attack.

It feels like the dice on the small coffee table rolls forever before it lands on a number.

Critical 20.

“HA! TAKE THIS BITCH! I CAST FIREBALL!”

“Your attack is successful. The fireball hits the beast between the eyes and it dies with a long groan,” Steve describes and the entire party jumps on their feet, shouting and yelling in excitement as the beast is defeated.

Loki doesn't have time to crow in victory before Thor is pulling him into a deep, soul-changing, world-altering kiss. Moaning, he grabs on his warrior’s shoulders, pulls him firmly against his own body and they kiss for long, long, looong minutes until-

“Um…guys?” Tony coughs, “this is all very hot to see but we were kind of in the middle of something here…”

Loki flaps a hand at him, uncaring of anything else but Thor and his mouth on his and his big, warm hands roaming his body.

“Ooookay. So, scene change,” Steve says, “Natasha and Clint are in the woods, journeying towards the renown town of Nidaleir-”

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I know, I'm sorry but I really couldn't resist this bunny on crack 😅 I hope you enjoyed and that it got a laugh out of you anyway💖

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[juiceicicles]

Mean and Scary | Chapter 1: King of Hawkins High

AO3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48053206/chapters/121165750

Pts: 1, 2, 3

As he traipses through the woods, Eddie tries to get a bearing on what is about to happen and what his plan is for when it inevitably goes sideways.

Dealing pot to Hawkins Royalty like King Steve isn’t entirely out of the ordinary, but doing it alone at a picnic table in the middle of the isolated woods? Yeah, not Eddie’s smartest decision for a meeting place.

In his defense, he’s only a hop skip and a jump away from the high school, and he couldn’t be assed to drive any further for what’s likely going to be a one time payment of $20. $25, if he overcharges Steve (which, he absolutely plans to do.)

Eddie finally gets to the clearing and Steve jumps when he notices him, finally looking away from a tree he was seemingly having a very intense staring match with.

“Whoa, hey, hey, hey! Sorry,” Eddie chuckles a bit awkwardly, trying his best to subconsciously communicate that he is not a threat, because he really doesn’t wanna get his lights punched out right now “Didn't mean to scare you.”

Eddie sits down and his metal lunchbox clatters onto the table —Steve flinches again. Boy, Harrington is jumpy— and sits across from him. He opens up his Pail-o’-Drugs and watches as Steve drums his fingers on the table.

“There's, uh... There's nothing to worry about. Okay? No one ever comes out here. We're safe. I promise.” Eddie honestly didn’t expect Steve Harrington to be worried about being caught, considering that Steve apparently used to hold daily house parties.

He still can’t believe it. King Steve goddamn Harrington sitting there, in all his douchey glory. Or at least, that’s what Eddie expected. Instead he sort looks exhausted. His eyes keep flitting around, and he looks like he just saw a ghost.

You see, Harrington was never a dick to Eddie, specifically. However, he sure as hell didn’t treat the freaks of Hawkins High with any sort of sympathy. Hence Eddie’s original plan to act like the biggest asshole he possibly could without scaring off a rich customer. But something about Harrington’s eyes, a sort of dull terror etched into the hazel brown, is making Eddie reconsider that decision.

“So, how does this work, exactly?” Steve sort of mutters. This is so utterly different from everything Eddie heard about him. Steve always roamed the halls with a sick sort of ironclad confidence, with his two jackals Tommy and Carol following his every beck and call. The boy across from Eddie though? He seems so haunted. Like a flickering projection of someone. A puppet with its strings cut.

“Uhh just like any other old sale, except cash only, and for obvious reasons, no receipts,” he gives Harrington what he hopes is a reassuring smile, “I'll do you a half ounce for, uh... 20. What do you say? Plenty of bang for your buck. Should last a while.”

A squirrel skitters up a tree in the background, and Harrington gasps quietly and whips around to track it. And then, finally, it clicks for Eddie.

Steve’s worried about being seen with Eddie the Freak Munson. Figures. He shouldn’t have expected anything less from King Steve.

“Hey, we don’t need to do this. Just give me the word, and I���ll walk away.”

“It’s not that, I don’t want you to go.” Steve starts, tentatively. He’s still looking around, like somethings about to pop out of the woods. “It’s just…Do you ever feel like you’re loosing your mind?”

And, of course Eddie feels like he’s lost his marbles. He’s a super senior with the nickname the Freak. Obviously he sometimes feels a little crazy. He’s a little surprised that notorious cool guy Steve Harrington feels that way, though.

He makes the decision right then and there to see this out, because even if Harrington’s afraid of being caught, there’s something here that Eddie’s missing.

“You know on a daily basis. I feel like I’m loosing my mind right now,” screw it, might as well be honest, go big or go home right? “doing a drug deal with Steve Harrington, former king of Hawkins High.”

“Ah, well, I haven’t been king for a while…” Steve trails off.

Eddie remembers Billy Hargrove. Remembers how he made him want to beg every god there was for Steve to steal back the crown. Billy Hargrove was mean to Eddie. He was mean to everyone. And he wasn’t highschool-mean either, he was Larry Munson mean. He was a jackass who wasn’t afraid of anyone and wanted you to know it.

Unprompted, Eddie remembers the first time he met Steve. Before he was Hawkins Royalty, before he was a jock and a bully, before Eddie was the freak and not just a freak. Eddie had just gotten to Hawkins, his old man had been put away and the US government dropped lil’ Eddie on Wayne’s doorstep. He’d met some friends and formed a shitty garage band. They’d played at the middle school talent show, and Eddie had lost his guitar pick. A boy about his age had given it back, told him his name was Steve and he had found it underneath his chair in the seats.

“You know, this isn't the first time that we've, um... Hung out.”

“No?”

Eddie lets out a little chuckle. Of course Steve wouldn’t remember. “It’s alright.”

He clutches at his heart like he’s been shot with an arrow and flings himself off the bench and into a pile of leaves behind him. He hears Steve let out a little gasp before he hops back up.

“I wouldn’t remember me either, Harrington!”

Steve looks a little amused, and Eddie catches a light brown blob in his peripheral vision. He combs his fingers through his hair and dislodges a dead leaf.

“Honestly, do I have stuff in my hair?”

Steve lets out a little chuckle as Eddie starts to gets into his story. If there’s one thing Eddie Munson is good at, it’s story telling.

“Middle school, talent show. Carol I think did this cheer thing? You know the thing the,” Eddie mimed some pom poms. Steve was smiling a little bit, so Eddie continued his spiel, “and I- I was with my band.”

Suddenly Steve pipes up “Corroded Coffin! Oh my god!”

Eddie’s bewildered that Steve apparently remembered their weird prepubescent metal show. He claps his hands excitedly and points to Steve. “You do remember!”

“Yes, of course! With a name like that, how could I forget?”

“I dunno. You’re a freak.” Eddie’s pretty pleased with himself when his lack of brain-to-mouth filer apparently doesn’t offend Steve. In fact, Steve breaks out a smile. It’s less Harrington Charm then Eddie expected, more of a dorky toothy grin.

“No you just- you looked so-“

“Different? Yeah. Yeah. Well, uh, my hair was buzzed, and I didn't have these sweet old tatties yet.”

“You played guitar right?”

“Uh-huh. Still do. Still do.” And since Eddie is an impulsive mess and isn’t totally hating this interaction, he does something that totally spits in the face of the tried and true Munson doctrine and invites a preppy jock to a metal concert, “You should come see us. Uh, we play at the Hideout on Tuesdays. It’s pretty cool. We- we actually get a crowd of about five…drunks.”

Steve laughs a bit and clamps a hand over his mouth, like he’s a bit startled by the noise. Eddie doesn’t blame him, he’s a bit caught off guard too.

“It’s not exactly the Garden, but, you gotta start somewhere, right?”

Steve looks at Eddie with a considering gaze for a moment, like he’s trying to figure Eddie out.

“You know, you’re not what I thought you’d be.”

“What, a total freak?”

“No, no. Honestly? I thought you’d be mean. And scary.”

“Me? Steve Harrington thought I’d be scary?”

“Yeah! You’ve got this whole, I dunno, chains and leather vibe. Thought you wouldn’t give me the time of day.”

“Yeah, well, I thought you’d be mean and scary too.”

“Yeah?”

“Terrifying.” Eddie’s hit with the sudden realization that he’s completely forgot about the drug deal he came here for and plops himself back down at the picnic table. “Uh, so, in other good news, flattery works with me, so... Twenty-five percent discount for the half. Fifteen bucks. You're robbing me blind here, you know.”

“…do you have anything maybe stronger?”

[syb-la-tortue]

Hi there! Ik you're not into homestuck anymore, but I was wondering if all your old piratestuck art is posted anywhere else, since your original blog got deleted? I used to spend so long just going through that tag, cause I love your art so much. It rly sucks that Tumblr is so hellbent on censoring everything to the point of just trashing a decade or more of someone's hard work :(

sadly at the moment no, tumblr was the only place where the great majority of my Homestuck art was (along with some One Piece art and a good chunk of my early bnha art) and even though I don't think much about Homestuck and Piratestuck these days, I wanted to share these art back then and the sentiment is still true today, I really want all my old arts to still be accessible for everyone to find, even if looking at them today myself might make me cringe due to it being old and seeing all the flaws in them lmao

anon asked: Hope you’ll be able to reupload your art! Everything you make is gorgeous!

I know I won't reupload them on tumblr (wouldn't be able to post the sexy here anyway and I refuse to skip it), or twitter or wherever, one by one like they were posted in the past, because we're talking about hundreds, possibly close to a thousand pieces of art and doodles

what I intend to do is to sort them into a few .PDFs (by fandom? by year?) and make those available for download

it's just that. the task right now is a bit daunting, that's a lot of art to sort through! and I would also like to write some level of commentary, you know like captions to give some context, maybe some of the lore and headcanons for Piratestuck, that kinda thing! but yeah, lot of work that I'm currently a bit afraid to start on so that might be a while...

[lilac-kitkat]

A sappy, pining Hellcheer falling-in-love story. Come for the drama and angst, but stay for the (very possible) happy ending.

From the telling of Eddie Munson's point of view... 🚬💀

Shoutout to @1lostsoul0fishbowl , @a-strange-inkling , + @floggingink for sharing their cute covers! ❤️

✨Chapter 1: here! ✨

[izhunny]

Sacrifices Unasked For

Relationship: Loki/Tony Stark. Rating: E. Words: ~36k, 7 chapters, complete. Available only on AO3 for logged in members.

Summary:

Tony might be losing his mind. He finally caved in and agreed to take a vacation. From everything. For the entire summer.

A disused family property in the Adirondack Mountains in need of some tender loving care is just what the doctor ordered to escape things Tony can't explain since his decision to have the reactor removed. Will what's haunting Tony follow him on his Upstate New York sabbatical?

Of course it will, this is a ghost story after all.

~♡~

Dedication: @jaybarou for being awesome.

Chapter 1. A Change of Scenery

Chapter 2. Same Shit; Different Place

Chapter 3. Just the Days That End in Y

Chapter 4. A Leap of Faith

Chapter 5. The Strangest Devil's Advocate

Chapter 6. Damn the Consequences

Chapter 7. Sacrifices Unasked For

complete!

[incorrect-fanfiction-quotes]

Inko: *is threatening All Might for the sake of her son*

All Might: This woman could try to kill me, and I would let her.

Izuku: Yeah, I’m not touching that.

[deiaiko]

#5.3 Hwaryun

"I suppose you're looking for me?" A familiar red-haired woman approached Grace, her lips carefully smoothed to reveal no emotion.

"I am." Grace acknowledged her presence and gave her a friendly smile. It had been so long since he last heard her voice, and it was grounding in a way that only a guide could be. There was something different about the way she looked at him, but Grace supposed that it was to be expected.

"What is it that you want to discuss with me?"

Grace hummed and felt like humoring her a little. "Take a guess."

"You do know that I'm not a mind reader." Hwaryun gave him just the briefest hint of a smirk, and it was all he needed to see to know that she already knew what he wanted. "But if I had to guess, perhaps you want to join 'us'?"

"That's right," Grace confirmed.

"Very well. I will arrange a meeting with the director for you, but I'm sure you'll be accepted after he tests your strength."

Grace could already picture how bad the test would go, knowing Hansung. But knowing what the outcome would be eased some of his worry. "Thank you, Hwaryun."

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[tennessoui]

sorry if this is a dumb question but for ur Kofi do these fics stay forever or do they get like refreshed like a story and is removed after a few weeks? sorry idk how this works 😭😅

no worries at all and not a dumb question!!! everything i put up there should be accessible forever while a person is a monthly supporter - any active subscriptions can access the gallery posts and view the descriptions of those posts where the links to the documents are. i have not and do not plan to take them down or rotate them out.

and honestly, like. if you want. become a monthly supporter and then cancel the subscription and you'll have a full month before you lose access to all the posts. and then while you have access, like. bookmark the links on your browser. you'll lose access to the post where the links are, but you won't literally lose access to the link itself if you save it, so do that and then if you ever want to read the fics in the future you can do it

[paintedscales]

WIP Wednesday :: Six Sentences

Tagged by @improvised-finish, thank you!

Tagging: @elliewiltarwyn, @akirakirxaa, @ainyan, @janzoo, @idalenn, @otherworldseekers, @sasslett, @humblemooncat

I have a couple WIPs, but here are some from things I'm working on:

Steppe by Steppe // Available here or Ao3!

Nomin hurried along to get herself seated in the back of the wain. Before she crawled in, however, Bayarmaa stopped her and then handed her a cloth. Nomin held it and stared down at it before looking back up at Bayarmaa inquisitively. “What's this for?” Nomin asked. “It's for your nose and mouth. You'll need it,” Bayarmaa briefly explained before she walked back toward the front of the wain to get the harness attached.

FFXV: Reimagined // Available here or Ao3!

“... You still should have at least said something. You know I'd never sell you out -- least of all to Mum.” Tandem sighed, his frown deepening. He then let out a frustrated scoff. “Six above… No point bitching about it now, I guess. What can you do?”

[waugh-bao]

[gothicnights]

the worst thing about making and posting gifs on tumblr is people can add them to their posts and you get a notification which is great and fine but they literally only ever add them to x reader fanfic posts. and i’ve learned this but i don’t have the self control to stop clicking on the notifications

[ilexdiapason]

#oh this entire saga is so fun so far (via @redstonedust)

i'm deleting the response that was herw because it was a little mean because i assumed i had every part linked up and i DIDN'T SORRY GLAD YOU ENJOYED

It's not every day you almost hit somebody with your car - but then again, it's not every day that the somebody in question falls directly out of the sky and into the road in front of you.

Oli slams the brakes as fast as he can physically manage, parks the car, hops out. (If traffic comes up behind him on a little road like this, only a couple of streets from his house, then they can wait for him to check on the body before he lets them past, alright?) Lying in front of him, tensed but not appearing to be grievously injured, is a man.

"Hello?"

The man's eyes flick open, his gaze wild and alert at once, and he scrambles back across the tarmac. "Who are you?"

"No - no, I'm not - you just fell in front of my car, that's all, I'm not a cop or anything."

"Don't need to be a cop to be dangerous," the stranger insists, fists balling against the road as though he'd rather be reaching for a weapon. "Where is this?"

"You're - we're in Sheffield," he hazards, "like, north Sheffield, not in the middle of town or anything. How did you fall out of the sky like that?"

"Sheffield?" the man repeats.

"Yeah?"

"What's your name?"

"Er - I'm Oli. Oliver."

The stranger stares at Oli like he's trying to bore a hole through to the other side of his skull. "OrionSound?"

Oli pauses. How in the everliving fuck does this random stranger know his gamertag, of all things? "What? Yes. What?"

"Right," the stranger mutters, "not over yet, I guess." He hops up, offers a hand, which Oli, bewildered, shakes. "My name is Martyn."

Ah - that would explain it. If, albeit, it is still a fucking insane coincidence. "You've been in some of our lobbies before. How did you work that out from name and location?"

Martyn stops short. "Hold on. Lobbies?"

"Yeah - on Pirates, right? And Rats. I always just sort of assumed you must be mates with Owen or something."

"Lobbies like - like in-game?"

"... Yes?"

Martyn looks around, as though he's processing this quiet side street for the very first time. He flexes his fingers on either side, half-concealed under fingerless gloves. Then he makes eye contact with Oli again. "Let me just get this straight. You've met me in-game, and this is not that. This is real."

"Yeah," Oli frowns, "what? Of course this is real. I'm sorry, am I missing something?"

And Martyn laughs, mirthless, like Oli's not privy to the greatest cosmic joke he can imagine. "Little bit, yeah. Right. I did get out. And I'm in Sheffield, and OrionSound of all people found me. And… I need to call my mum."

"You want my phone?"

"Oh, god, not now, I need a minute."

Against his better judgement, Oli makes a choice. "Well, if you need somewhere to go, just for a bit, we're not far from my house?"

Martyn laughs again. "Right! Sure. Let's do that. Fuck. Fucking hell, you've got a car, been a hot minute since I've seen one of those. Let's go."

So that's how Oli ends up letting Martyn, a man he's never met before but also knows quite well, into his car and into his home. It's not even one o'clock yet.

(part two here)

[izhunny]

Potent and Highly Sought After

Summary: Fluffy Sex Pollen Frostiron. Loki's POV. Smut and silliness all the way down. I don't know what else to tell you.

Notes: It's ungodly cold out so I made something hot and cheesy to keep myself warm. Enjoy!

[incorrect-fanfiction-quotes]

Katsuki, on a mission with Izuku to mess with Endeavor on a psychological level: Make him pregnant!

Izuku, having just given his idea of writing fanfiction to reach their goals: That’s the best idea!

Kirishima, having heard through the dorm walls: What the fuck?!

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[ptit-lion-art]

Some Aidlyn content because I love them ❤️

I draw that some times ago but forgot to post it here...

Go check the fic about this :3

It's available in french and in english on AO3 and Wattpad (here are the english versions link but you can find the french one on the app profile)