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Quick doodle bc Carousel (Who's Gonna Hold You Down?) by Dirt Poor Robins is stuck in my head

it looks kinda bad bc 1. I don't draw this angle of face and 2. its nearly 4 am and I do not have the braincells for effort rn

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We huddled up, we held on tight For grounded men were jealous of The angel's flight, angel's flight They were butterflies to them So they brought their boards to pin The wings and bodies of our gods For studying - Enchanté by Dirt Poor Robins

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I LOVE DEADHORSE BY DIRT POOR ROBINS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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Kinktober Special Part 10 (+18)

SOMEONE REQUESTED THIS AND I HAD TO. (OK so would this ever happen in canon? no. do I care? also no. this is fun and pretend on the internet idk)

The Crew’s Whore (Part 10) (+18)

Summary: You are the former owner of the Grand Line’s most popular brothel. Your powerful fighting abilities got the attention of the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. He had asked you to join their crew but what would you bring to the team? Your battle skills were hardly comparable to many of the other Straw Hats… but you actually had a great skill. Your years working as a high end escort had prepared you to become the private plaything for this pirate crew. You joined the Straw Hats as their personal sex toy.

Pairing: Red Hair Shanks x Straw Hat F!Reader

WC: 3700 what the fuck lmao

TWs: unprotected sex, p in v sex, face riding, oral sex, teasing, fingering, alcohol consumption, hot passionate lovemaking idk. 

— �� 

You don’t know how you ended up here, scared out of your wits.

Okay… maybe you do know exactly why you were here, but it didn’t make you any less terrified. Your captain once again got you into a life-threatening predicament, but this time it was one you had to face alone. 

You take a deep breath and smooth the fabric of your red velvet wrapped gown over your stomach. You shake your long hair down your back and square your shoulders. 

Your heels click across the strong wood as you go to cross the gang plank to the adjacent ship. 

— — 

(3 hours earlier)

“No seriously, I heard if you rub the mucus from the transponder snails all over your skin you look 10 years younger.” Robin said as she leaned up against the railing of the Thousand Sunny on her elbows. 

“I don’t really think I want to look 11…” Nami said back as she picked at the dirt under her fingernails. 

“Is Luffy back yet? I can’t stand the suspense anymore! I just know he’s going to blow us all to smithereens!” Usopp butts his head in-between the two girls as they watched the Red Force docked across from the Sunny, no sign of their captain yet. 

“Don’t you think if Shanks’ crew was going to vaporize us they’d have done it immediately?” Sanji grunts with a cigarette dangling from his spit soaked bottom lip. No one thought he was listening as he sat on a barrel with you leaned up against it between his legs. He had a seashell comb in his right hand that he used to braid your hair. 

“You make a good point… but I don’t think we should settle in just yet. He’s arguably the most powerful man in the world. We should be lucky we aren’t gore at the bottom of the ocean being eaten by mantis shrimp.” Your eyes flutter open at the conversation, you had been so relaxed by Sanji’s delicate brushing of your tresses. 

“DO YOU REALLY THINK WE’RE GONNA BE EATEN IN THE OCEAN Y/N?” Chopper scrambles across the deck, tears in his eyes, and lands in your lap as you sat on the deck of the Sunny. 

You pat his hat. 

“Maybe!” You chuckle. 

Chopper starts to sob. 

“Alright who made Chopper cry?” Zoro comes out of the kitchen with a hefty bottle of sake in one hand. 

“I was just being honest, love.” You say to the already slightly drunk swordsman. 

“You’ve gotta stop doing that shit you know he’s-“ The green haired man begins to scold you. 

“HEEEEY!!! HEY GUYS!!!”

Everyone’s head whips towards the source of the yelling. 

Luffy bounds towards the Sunny and opts to stretch his arms and catapult himself onto the deck instead of using the gang plank. 

Chopper hops immediately up out of your lap and runs to clutch Luffy’s legs. 

“Luffy how are we gonna die? Is he gonna cut us up into a million pieces or-“ The poor reindeer snivels through violent sobs.

“Huh? Who? Shanks?” Luffy looked confused before he broke into a smile. “Ha ha! No, Shanks is my friend! We were just catching up! You guys are weird haha.” 

There was a collective sigh released across the deck. 

“Yeah he’s totally cool. He’s setting out in the morning. I offered to have Sanji cook us all a big feast, but he said he’s rather have y/n for the night instead. More food for us!” Luffy giggled. 

“WHAT?” You stood up from the deck. “You offered my services to the most deadly man in the seas without asking first?” You storm up to your captain. 

“Yeah? He’s nice, y/n! Heh heh you’ll like him a lot! I promise!” 

— — 

So here you were. You slinked across the deck of the Red Force towards the captain’s quarters, trying to stay unnoticed. You thought you were being inconspicuous until the door to what you assumed was the galley swung open and bathed your cloaked figured in bright light. Two men, drunk in arms, stopped in their tracks when they saw you. 

“Oye! It’s the Straw Hat girl! She’s ‘ere for the captain!” The much larger of the two men said as he gestured towards you with a beer bottle. 

The smaller man with long, dreadlocked hair ushered him along. 

“Yeah yeah leave ‘em be.” He said as he held up his drunk crew mate to their quarters. “Hey, tell my boy I say hi, alright?” The pirate said over his shoulder as he let you pass the two of them to continue towards the captain’s room. 

“Aye… Aye I can do that.” You say shakily. 

“Good, now have fun tonight! Don’t hurt ya’ self!” The long haired pirate who bared a striking resemblance to a friend of yours called as he disappeared out of sight. 

You regained your composure and straightened your dress before you continued to the belly of the ship. You walked down two sets of stairs before reaching a hallway with a singular door. You were given no chance to back out because the door opened as soon as your foot hit the bottom stair. 

“Y/n, welcome.” Red Haired Shanks stood clutching a doorknob and waving you towards him with a smile. You froze. You hadn’t knocked. He knew you were coming long before you got here. Such power. But his smile seemed so.. normal?

“Everything okay, y/n?” He calls at you. You snapped out of your daze.

“Yes! Sorry!” You hurriedly enter his private quarters and he shuts the door behind you. It was luxurious for a pirate, but nothing over the top. He had a full bar with a loveseat on one end and king sized bed with red velvet sheets on the other. You had to chuckle at the dated decor, you were forgetting he was well over 10 years your senior. 

Shanks moves past you after locking the door and heads to the bar. He grips a bottle of wine and tips it towards you in question. 

“Can I pour you a drink?” Shanks asks. 

“I-um, yes. Yes thank you.” You eventually get out. 

Shanks carefully pours each of you a large glass of red wine. He hands you a glass and beckons for you to join him on the loveseat. He was so large in stature that you were in the corner with your legs crossed so you didn’t encroach on his space. 

“My friend and your captain says you are the hottest little thing on the Grand Line… you have something to say about that?” He says playfully from across the couch. 

“I-I’d say you’d have to try it yourself, captain.” You try to make yourself sound confident but there was no use. This man could pulverize you and everyone you love in five seconds if he wanted to… and yet here he was lighting candles and pouring you wine. 

“Drink.” Shanks motions for you to drink your wine as he lifts his own heavy pour to his lips. You oblige and take a few large gulps of wine before settling your glass in your lap again. 

“Why are you afraid of me?” Shanks breaks the silence. 

“I-I’m n-“ Your eyes threatened to bug out of your skull.

“And don’t lie because I’ll know.” Shanks smirks at you from across the loveseat. “Tell me what’s bothering you. I have no interest in laying with someone who isn’t all here. I would just like to know what’s frightening you, little one?” Shanks takes another sip of his wine. 

“Y-you’re just very powerful. I’ve never felt like this before with anyone… I-I can’t explain it…” You look down into your wine glass and take a gulp. You couldn’t meet Shanks’ gaze. 

“I won’t hurt you…” Shanks gets up from his seat and you tense up. “But maybe we should get to know each other better first so you actually believe me…” Shanks returns to his position across from you, this time dragging over a small table and a deck of cards. “Let’s play, every hand you win you get to ask a question and the other has to answer truthfully. And drink, of course.” 

You relax a bit and cock your head. You place your empty wine glass down on the table. 

“You better get the bottle then.” You smirk. 

Shanks smiles and pours the two of you full glasses. He then deals you your first round of cards. To your misfortune you lose the first hand. 

“Alright then… you still think I’m going to kill you, don’t you?” Shanks almost chuckles as the words leave his mouth. 

“Yes.” You respond immediately. You take a drink. 

Shanks sighs and deals another hand. You thought for a moment if you should offer to deal the cards, seeing as it might go faster… but Shanks struck you as a man who liked to be in control so you kept your mouth shut. 

“Listen, sweet pea, you’re worth a lot more alive than you are dead from what I’ve heard about you… So you have nothing to worry about.” Shanks says as he lays out his hand. “Oh dear it seems I’ve won again. Less morose questions, perhaps?”

You toss your losing cards back to the center of the table. 

“Have you ever had a fishman?” Shanks asks. 

You choke a bit on the wine you had just sipped. A smile spreads across the pirates face, his eyes glistening with childlike mischief even through his scarred flesh. He really was quite handsome…

“Sorry… too forward?” He asks. 

“Not at all.” You chuckle after catching your breath. People always asked you about that once they learned of your line of work. . “Yes I have.” 

“What’s it like? I’ve always been curious but never had the opportunity…” Shanks asks with genuine interest. 

“I think you’re supposed to win another hand if you want to ask another question.” You lay your winning hand on the table and smirk. “My turn. Who’s your one that got away? Everyone like you has a lost love.” 

“Oh I wouldn’t call it lost… they’re very much still in the picture. Someone I’ve known since I was young. I still have hope, in the end, but we’ll see. He’s just-“ Shanks explains as he deals more cards. 

“He?” You interject. 

“Is that another question?” Shanks playfully raises an eyebrow

“No.” You recall your inquisition. 

“Good, seeing as I’ve won again.” Shanks collects the cards again. “Now, is the two cocks thing true?”

“Of course it is. But only for the shark fishmen. It’s intimidating at first, but when you’ve been doing my job for this long you learn how to handle it.” You smile into your wine glass cheekily before taking a sip. 

“I have no doubt you excel at your job. It’s simply pleasure enough to get to spend the evening with a beautiful woman with such-“   Shanks’ eyes flick down to where your wrapped velvet gown was opening in the front, exposing your cleavage. He looks back up to meet your gaze. “Breathtaking features.” 

You can’t help but giggle. His hungry eyes on you somehow made you feel more at ease… all men truly are the same. It’s incredible that they call it a man’s world when the strongest of them all can be tamed by the promise of pussy. 

“Looks like I’ve won this one, Red Hair.” You splay your cards on the worn wooden table. “What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you recently?” You ask. 

“I don’t get embarrassed!” Shanks answers far too quickly and defensively for your liking. You cock your head with skepticism. “Fine. Last week one of my crew mates came up to me in celebration asking for a double high five.” Shanks sighs. 

You didn’t understand why it was embarrassing at first, but when you looked at his torso and were reminded he only had one arm you short laughed so hard that you had to bring your hands up to your face. 

“Oh gods I’m sorry I shouldn’t laugh.” You try to regain your composure. 

“No no I promise it’s quite alright!” Shanks grins and plays another losing hand. “It’s funny now that my bruised ego is healed.” 

“So my turn again. When you’re with men do you top or bottom?” The wine must have really been affecting you to even consider asking an emperor such a question. 

Shanks smiles again. 

“Let me ask you this…” Shanks peruses his hand of cards, slipping them deftly between his calloused fingers. “If I take you to a candy shop and I say, ‘now you can only have the peppermint sweets’ how terrible would that be? You’d have to pass up on the chocolate sweets, the strawberry sweets, and sweets you’ve never even imagined. Who wants to live like that?” Shanks lays his winning hand down on the table with a smug grin. “Would you like to come sit on my lap, y/n?” 

You nod silently before you finish your drink and set the massive wine glass down on the table. You rise to your feet. Shanks uses his one hand to pat his left high, spreading his legs so you could slot between them. 

“Plenty of room on this side now.” Shanks winks as you sit down on his lap. He raises his right hand towards your face slowly but suddenly stop as if he’s realized something. “Can I touch you?” He asks as he looks in your eye. The sheer power emanating from his body no longer frightened you, but drew you in and made you feel your heartbeat below your waist. 

“Yes, you can touch me.” You affirm, looking Shanks in the eye. You give him a soft smile. 

“Wow… Luffy wasn’t kidding. You really are gorgeous…” Shanks compliments you as he touches your face gently to brush your hair out of your eyes. He was getting a better look at you. “Really just so fucking pretty…” He kisses your cheek before you feel his hand working at the tie of your dress. “Help me a bit, sweet pea? Wanna see all of you.” 

You blush hard and fumble with your dress enough to spread it open, exposing your nude form. 

“Absolutely beautiful…” Shanks coos as he slides his hand down your chest and cups one of your breasts in his strong grip. He kneads it for a bit and you relax into his touch. He pinches your nipple and you jolt forward, almost losing your balance on Shanks’ lap. 

“Hold onto me, baby, it’s okay.” Shanks brings your arm up to wrap around his neck before continuing fondling your body. His hand finally reached to cup your mound, pressing his fingers flat against your wet lips. You hid your head in the crook of his neck and whimpered. 

“I can feel you throbbing, honey, why didn’t you just say something?” He nudges you with his chin to prompt you to come out of hiding in his neck. “Huh? It’s okay. You should have told me it was this bad…” Shanks starts swiping his fingers through your folds, taking a moment to circle your clit a few times with each upwards stroke along your pussy. 

“I-I just…” Lust had clouded your brain and you could no longer form a coherent thought. A few moments ago you were holding your own against the emperor in a game of cards but now you were completely helpless in his grasp. Shanks slips two digits inside your soaked hole, you gasp out loudly and your arms around his neck tighten. 

“Oh!” You yelp as he tentatively pushes his fingers in and out of you, stretching you and working you up. 

“It’s okay… I'm gonna help you with this okay?” Shanks pushes his two fingers into you again and keeps them inside. He pulls upwards on his fingers once and you instinctively squeal and try to close your legs. “Theeeere it is. Keep those legs open, doll, I’m gonna make you cum now.” He immediately begins hammering his fingers into your favorite spot. 

“AH!” You cry out and your shoulders lurch forward, you slam your eyes shut, the sensation overwhelming you. You moan out as he physically pulls a wet, screaming orgasm out of you with his hand. 

“Good girl! That’s better, huh?” Shanks coos at you as he pulls his fingers out of you and rubs gently at your pussy with his whole palm as if to say ‘good job, champ.’ Shanks quickly lifts you into the air and lets your dress fall to the floor. He sets you to sit on the bed and starts removing his clothing. 

You decided this was something you could help with and start undoing his belt and pants. Shanks slips off his boots and sheds his torso of his jacket and shirt. You move to lay down on the bed, figuring he could shed the rest of his clothes himself. 

“Ah ah ah, don’t get comfortable sweet pea.” Shanks scolds you playfully and you finally get a full view of his body. His olive skin was scarred but beautifully tanned, and his cock was so impressive that you noticed it far before you noticed his missing arm. “You’re going to ride my face.” 

“Oh I am, am I?" You hop up onto your knees on the bed, making room for Shanks to lay down.

“You are because if I don’t get to taste this wet little cunny in the next few minutes I might die.” Shanks lays on his back and grips your waist to help pull you towards his face. “Now sit.” He yanks you down onto his waiting mouth and holds you in place with his arm wrapped around you. 

“Fuck! Shanks!” You cry out as his lips latch around your clit. “Oh my god!” You lean forward instinctively and grip the headboard. You find your body involuntarily rocking against Shanks’ tongue and lips, somehow desperately chasing another high. 

Shanks laps now at your hole, trying to taste more of you straight from the source. 

“So fuckin’ sweet… No wonder they won’t let you go…” Shanks slurps messily against your cunt and moans deeply. “My gods, taste so fuckin’ good…”

 You toss your head back and moan, feeling yourself approaching orgasm again so quickly after your last one. 

“Yes- fuck- just like that, please!” You grind your hips harder onto Shanks’ face. 

“Let go, cum on me baby girl, come on, you can do it…” Shanks mutters into your sex as eagerly devours you, wanting you to finish just as much as you did yourself. 

With a final harsh suck to your clit, you release onto Shanks’ waiting face. He pulls off your sensitive bud but continues lapping at your folds, trying to taste every last drop of the essence leaving your body. Once satisfied from tasting you, Shanks pulls you down his body to sit on his lap. 

He pushes the two of you put he bed so his back is against the headboard and you’re seated comfortably on his lap, wet cunt soaking his member pressed against his abdomen. He was thick and uncut, just the way you like them. 

You move your hips to hover over his pelvis as you allow him to line his leaking cock up with your entrance. Delirious from your orgasms, you eagerly impale yourself on his cock fully and let out a choked cry. Shanks chuckles and pushes your hair out of your face to hold your chin in his hand. 

“Oh baby that was so good! You took it all so good.” He smiles at you. 

You nod and start to grind your hips onto him, your eyes falling closed at the delicious friction. Shanks leans up and starts leaving bites and sucks on your neck, he grips your hips tightly in his hand to guide your grinding on top of him. He plants his feet and is able to thrust inside of you. 

“What a fucking goddess you are, y/n… fuck you feel so fuckin’ good…” 

You were feeling bashful at his praise… like he wasn’t buried balls deep inside of you right now. It was clear from his languid pace and his attention to your needs that he didn’t want to fuck you. He wanted to make love to you. 

You continue to ride Shanks and he nibbled and sucked at your breasts while continuously spilling words of praise and admiration about your pussy and how well it takes his cock. 

“So good, sweat pea, come on and make yourself cum on me, just use me baby it’s okay…” Shanks mumbled into your spit soaked nipple. You whimper and move your hips faster, feeling your walls start to spasm. “Yes there it is, come on…” 

“SHANKS!” You cry out the captain’s name as you fall apart completely on his thick cock. You felt completely boneless as the aftershocks of your mammoth orgasm wore off. 

“Gonna fill you, love, just take it…” Shanks grunts as he obviously approaches his climax. 

“Y-yes-“ You could barely squeak out, so beyond overstimulated. 

With an animalistic growl, Shanks empties himself inside of you entirely. You whine and wiggle on his lap as you feel the floods of cum seep from your hole along the sides of his cock. 

Shanks pulls your body into his by your shoulder and you collapse into his broad chest. He pulls out of you and lays you both of your side. After a few moments of gentle touches and pillow talk, you rise to collect your things. 

“You’re not staying?” The pirate captain asked. 

“You’re leaving port in the morning.” You replied. 

“I know. I’m asking if you’ll stay with me. Here.” Shanks asks. 

You smile as you throw on your velvet dress. You approach Shanks’ nude body on the bed. You cup his jaw. 

“I am loyal to my captain.” You say with a smile. 

“After all that, you’re still loyal to your captain?” Shanks refutes, sitting up in bed now. 

“Of course. What good is a crew if they aren’t loyal to their captain?” You say playfully as you approach the door of the bedroom. 

“Gods that only makes me want you more.” Shanks smirks. 

“Best of luck to you, Red Haired Shanks.” You wink and you retreat back to your home ship. 

[ladykailitha]

The Harrington Pattern Part 5

Hello! In this one we have things not getting off to the fun start Steve wanted, but Eddie and Steve show Robin the meditative joys of watching the weavers. And Mike and El get a lesson in when to give to friends.

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Once they had all paid Steve gathered up the kids.

“You are to stay in pairs,” he admonished. “I don’t care if you swap every so often but stay in at least pairs. You can stay in great big group for all I care. But no one wanders off alone. If you want to do something and no one else does come find an adult, chances are that one of us six was already going to do it, okay?”

All the kids nodded.

“Everyone is to meet here at 1pm and 6pm for lunch and dinner,” Steve continued. “The adults are exempt but I tried to pick times where there wasn’t anything big going on. Food money was given to me by your parents so you’ll never starve. Drinking fountains are everywhere. Stay hydrated, you’ll regret it if you don’t.”

Will nodded. “I’ll make sure they do.”

Steve smiled. “Thanks, Will.” He held up his hand as they were getting into pairs. “One more thing. Your parents gave you money for loot. If you spend it all today and see something you want on Saturday, I will not buy it for you. Now I can’t stop anyone else from doing the same, but you need to watch your money.”

Eddie looked at the other Corroded Coffin boys who all nodded. “I think I can speak for us adults when I say. I ain’t paying for your shit either.”

All the kids turned to Robin like a lion sensing its prey.

“Don’t look at me,” she huffed holding up her hands in surrender. “I’m poor. I’m hoping that someone pretty will buy me pretty things so I don’t have to go without.”

Steve barked out a laugh. “Looks like you’ve been stemmed–stymied–” he frowned. “Looks like you’ve been thwarted all around.”

The kids grumbled but nodded.

Steve smiled. “Now go have fun! I promise, you’ll love it.”

Max and El grabbed each other’s hands and skipped ahead of the boys. Robin smiled.

“That’s the downside to growing up,” she sighed wistfully. “Is adults no longer think holding hands with your best friend is cute, only gay.”

Eddie nodded. “I just don’t care most of the time,” he said with a shrug.

Steve turned to the members of the band. “Are you guys going to be staying together for the most part or will you be splitting up? I just want to make sure I know where people are going to be.”

Gareth and Jeff shared an amused glance.

“What?” Steve asked, putting his hands on his hips.

“Eddie said you were such a mom friend,” Gareth explained, “but I didn’t believe it.”

“Yeah, man,” Jeff chuckled. “It’s cute.”

Steve crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked down, scuffing the dirt with the toe of his boot.

Brian waved his hands. “It’s not bad. It’s just a surprise.”

Jeff cocked his head to side. “Maybe not that big of one after seeing how he handled Mike...”

Brian laughed. “Fair enough.”

Eddie walked over and lifted Steve’s chin up gently. “It’s sweet, Stevie. We aren’t mocking you for it, okay?”

Steve nodded.

Suddenly Robin coughed into her fist that sounded a little like ‘gay’.

Eddie and Steve almost leaped back from each other while their friends laughed.

“Laugh it up, fuzzball,” Eddie muttered as he stalked past his friends.

Steve just stood there as the rest of them followed Eddie in. All but Robin.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” she mumbled. “I thought you two were cute, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. That’s the last thing I thought it would do.”

Steve just shrugged and then led the way into the Fair grounds. Robin’s eyes lit up as the sights, and sounds, and smells came at her all at once.

There were people in jeans and t-shirts but also people in various states of costume, ranging from beginner to professional. The period ranges were vast, too. From the early 14th century to the very, very beginning of the 20th.

Robin was in awe.

“Steeeeveeee,” she said, smacking his arm repeatedly. “This is amazing!”

Steve turned to her and smiled. “I told you.”

She hugged him around the neck. “You did and you were right. Those kids brains must have exploded on entry.”

He chuckled. “Well, thankfully I don’t see any brain goo anywhere, so I think they’re safe.”

She threw back her head and laughed. “Fair enough.”

“Where do you want to go first?” Steve asked, taking a pamphlet from Fair worker that had all the events and times on it.

She peeked over his shoulder and hummed thoughtfully.

“There isn’t a lot going on today.”

Steve shrugged. “All the big events like the joust are going to be on Saturday when they have the biggest crowds. But there are still some fun things we can do.” He pointed to the events under that day. “We can watch the weavers or battle a knight.”

“You better not do that one,” she said with a grin.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Why? Because you think I’ll lose?”

She swatted his arm. “No, dingus, because you might accidentally pulverize the guy.”

Suddenly there was another arm being slung around Steve’s shoulders.

“I must concur with the lady pirate, mi’lord,” Eddie said cheerfully. “I’ve seen you fight, handsome. You’d accidentally kill the poor actor.”

Steve blushed. “Thanks.”

He looked around but he didn’t see the rest of Eddie’s merry band. “Where are your friends?”

Eddie sighed. “Already succumbed the siren lures of capitalism.”

Steve blinked at him a moment. “Huh?”

Eddie pointed a little further down the way where the market had been set up. “They’re at the sword stall.”

Steve’s mouth formed an O and he nodded. “Yeah, I don’t doubt that’s where the kids are, too.”

“That’s because there is nothing else to do,” Robin pointed out. “Not all of us want to watch people make clothes.”

Eddie’s lit up. “They’re already showing the weavers?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, you want to come with me?”

“Hell yeah!” he crowed. He grabbed Robin’s wrist. “You’ll love this.”

And he started dragging her to where the looms, Steve laughing, close behind.

They reached building it was housed in and Eddie stepped aside to allow her to see into the room.

It was brightly lit from them many windows in the room. There were different looms from different eras and different levels of expertise. There was even a cute little blonde girl barely older than Holly, Mike’s little sister in one corner with her starter loom, still making mistakes but being patiently guided by someone who looked to be her mom.

But the true center piece was this amazing Asian loom at the back. The weaver was in a kimono and face paint, but her hands danced along the loom making it seem like she had more than usual two.

Robin was smitten.

Eddie smiled back at her and then grabbed her wrist again to pull her into the room.

The little girl’s mother looked up and smiled at them. “Welcome!” she greeted warmly. “We, of the weavers guild, greet you. I am Goody Danvers. If you have any questions please direct them at me so our weavers aren’t disturbed.”

All three of them nodded and began to wander around. Robin was forced to admit that it was way more than just making clothes or even cloth. It was artistry and technique that was just beautiful to watch.

She was, of course, drawn to the Asian loom with its beautiful weaver.

Steve on the other hand went straight for Goody Danvers. He was asking her all sorts of questions and she just lit up with someone expressing genuine interest in the weaving.

Then Steve asked the question. “You thread is amazing. Do you spin it yourself?”

Goody Danvers face was like the sun with how happy that question made her. “We do! Do you guys want to see how we do it?”

Steve nodded enthusiastically while Robin was loathed to leave the beautiful weaver.

“You go ahead,” she murmured never taking her eyes off the scene the woman was weaving into her tapestry.

Steve’s shoulders slumped a little. But Eddie came skipping up to them. “Prick any princesses’ fingers lately?” he teased Goody Danvers.

She wagged her finger at him. “Do you be going around calling me a witch, I might get burned at the stake.”

Steve and Eddie laughed and mimed zipping their lips closed and throwing away the key.

She led them to the backroom where there were other women spinning. Steve figured these were the ones that didn’t like being watched because more than half of them stopped what they were doing the moment they walked in.

He smiled his best babysitter smile and waved like an absolute dork. One of the teenaged girls blushed and turned away.

Eddie frowned, putting his hands on his lower back. He was about to turn back around and rejoin Birdie when he felt a warm hand on his elbow. Steve wasn’t looking at the pretty red-head that blushed at his dorky wave, he was looking at him. Hazel eyes almost antique silver in the natural light.

“You okay?” Steve whispered.

Eddie nodded. “It’s just dustier in here than I thought it would be.”

Goody Danvers nodded. “No fire of any kind allowed in this room. A simple spark could cause a powder keg in here and I don’t feel like leveling the Fair this year.”

“What type of materials do you use for your thread?” Steve asked, his hand never leaving Eddie’s elbow.

And they just listened to her talk about the different types of threads and what they were used for and Eddie felt the warmth in Steve’s presence as he paid her his rapt attention.

Was that was he looked like when he talked about DnD or metal music? Because if it was Steve never looking away from him when talked suddenly made a lot of sense. It was addicting watching Steve engage with someone who shared his interests.

Steve looked down at his watch. “Shit. We’ve got to go meet some people for lunch. But thank you for taking your time to show me everything and answer all my questions.”

Good Danvers smiled. “The pleasure was all mine. It was nice to find a young man who was so interested in what I had to say.” She walked over to a basket.

“Here, pick out a bundle of thread you like as my treat.”

Steve really lit up then. “Thanks!” He went through the basket and picked out this beautiful red silk thread.

“Good choice,” she said. “I know you’ll make something truly remarkable with it.”

Steve blushed and said thank you again as Eddie led him out. They were forced to drag Robin back out of the building.

“Food,” Steve insisted. “Actually...” he had spotted a water fountain. “Water first then food.”

Eddie took a long drink, his throat dry from the spinning room. Robin went next and then Steve.

They barely made it to the food court just under the wire. Some of the kids were already there. Max and Lucas, Dustin, too. Gareth was there, but Jeff and Brian weren’t yet.

Dustin looked at his watched and tapped like a disapproving father. “Just what time do you call this, hmmm?”

Steve burst out laughing as Eddie threw his arm around his shoulders.

“Like father like son,” Eddie teased.

Dustin gasped, offended.

It wasn’t too long before El, Mike, and Will showed up, cutting it even finer than they had, arriving at 1pm exactly.

Steve just raised an eyebrow as they skidded to a stop in front of their table.

Steve got them their food and most of them were half way through their lunch by the time Jeff and Brian had wandered into the food court.

Everyone was talking about all the things they had seen and their plans for the rest of the day and maybe Steve was more than a little pleased that they hadn’t spent all their money.

Everyone was talking but Will. So Steve slid over to the young boy and nudged his shoulder.

“Hey, what’s up?” he whispered.

Mike looked up at them and then began to poke at his plate.

Alarm bells were going off in Steve’s head.

“There was this really cool wizard’s staff at one of the stalls,” Will said. “But it costs ten dollars more than what I have on me.”

“I offered to give him some of mine,” Mike said, “but he wouldn’t take it.”

Steve got it. “Ah.”

“It’s your money, Mike,” Will protested. “Buy something you want.”

“I want to buy it for you,” Mike bit back.

El poked at her food too. “I too, offered to help him buy it but he wouldn’t let me either.”

Eddie stood up and motioned for Mike and El to follow him, while Steve scooted closer to Will. “I’m sorry you couldn’t afford it and it’s hard when you want something so bad and it’s just out of reach.”

Will nodded. “But somehow I don’t think you specifically are talking about a wizard’s staff.”

Steve looked up at were Eddie was talking to Mike and El, and then ducked his head shyly. “No, you’re right there.”

Will gave his hand a squeeze. “For what it’s worth, I think he likes you too.”

Steve squeezed his hand right back. He just hoped Will was right.

****

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[thepepsislvt]

so like SEE THE VISION also hi robin

so like backpacking for Dante on his motorcycle and him driving like an absolute maniac bc bro doesn’t have a license and then him making fun of us for holding on for dear life even though he likes it 🤭

you could do any dante but my hearts telling me 3

I totally didn't specify any Dante but just know that Dante 3 was in mind. I love that old man even though he is dumb asf 💔

I hope they can find a cure to his kind

Dante x Backpacking gn reader

Warnings: Dante, Dante's driving, Slight innuendos but nothing to nsfw

Manic and reckless are two of many words describing Dante’s driving. Or just Dante himself. His lifestyle was all just reckless. He drove around on his motorcycle like he owned the place or didn’t have a license. In his mind, the first part was true; in everyone’s mind, the second half was true. It was truly a wonder how he hadn’t killed anyone yet. He has injured himself multiple times riding around but never his backpack. And you sure as hell weren’t going to be the first.

You clung onto his waist tightly from behind as he wanted to go for a joy ride with you. You made a mental note to decline to ride with Dante and go with Lady the next time. When Dante hit a particularly deep pothole in the road, it sent you both airborne and off the motorcycle by a couple of inches causing you to scream. Dante chuckled at your scream and decided to rev his bike loudly and go even faster.

“Dante! Slow down! I am not dying to your stupid ass driving!” You would yell over his shoulder for him to hear through the wind and his helmet which he kindly let you wear. 

He sighed and decided to slow down,  looking for a place to park. Dante suddenly got an idea and now the city wasn’t such a great place to park anymore. With another rev to his bike, the two of you started going faster once more. Before you can scold him once more, he hits a curb sending the two of you off the road. The dirt and rocks underneath the tires of his bike made for a really uncomfortable and bumpy ride. 

There was one instance where you thought Dante was going to hit a deer but right at the last second, he made a sharp turn to avoid the poor animal. The sharp turn almost caused you to fall off his motorcycle. Dante had luckily grabbed your arm with one of his hands, keeping you hanging onto him.

Finally, the rough ride was over. Dante finally made a halt on top of a hill outside of the city. But in normal Dante fashion, he gripped the breaks making the stop abrupt. He kicked his kickstand and tilted his beloved Cavaliere to sit on the stand. Dante threw one leg over the bike to be able to turn his body towards you. 

“Dante I swear to Sparda” You had started to say, sliding off the bike to land on your back into the tall grass below your feet. “You need to start driving better or you will be on your little rides alone.”

“Awe did somebody not have fun? And here I thought I was a pretty good driver. You wound me” Dante gave a fake hurt voice paired with his stupid little pouty face that you love so much.

You gave him a groan loud enough to hear through the helmet you had yet to take off, too busy trying to keep your heart in your chest with how much it was beating. Dante stood up from sitting to stretch his muscles. Dante then fell to lay on top of you.

“Baby c’mon, you didn’t die. You’re safe and in the arms of your skilled driver and totally awesome boyfriend” The white-haired man said, wrapping his arms around you to trap you in his hold and tapping his head against your helmet. 

Dante then moved one of his hands to click the side of your helmet causing the visor to flip up, revealing your eyes glaring right at him. He raised an eyebrow and attempted to move the visor back down to avoid your gaze. 

“You’re no fun. As much as I love it when you’re mad at me, I can’t stand seeing your eyes burning a hole in my sense of humor.” 

With that, you tilted your head away and started wiggling your arms out of his grasp. Once you were mostly free, you removed the helmet from your head. 

“Awe there you are my little killjoy” Dante teased you even more causing you to blush and push his head away. “I’m sorry you can’t handle how fast I drive baby, but Cavaliere needs to go fast and so do I”

Dante laid his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat which was now somewhat calmed down from its previous racing state

.“You’re so dumb, Dante” You ran your hands through his white hair causing the overgrown man baby to cuddle into your chest even further. 

“But you love me” Dante says before perking up to look at you in the eyes. “I have an idea! What if I taught you to ride? You think it will be a more pleasurable experience for you?”

You gave the manner a thought before shrugging your shoulders. You gave him a brief ‘maybe’ before pulling his head back down to lie on your chest.

“Great! You can practice on the rider if you get what I’m referring to” 

You couldn’t see his face but you already knew he had a smug look and wiggled his damn eyebrows. You gave him a light bash at the back of his head causing him to suck air through his teeth. Before he can protest anymore you pull his head back by his hair and smash your lips into his.

“I love you asshole” You pull away for a second to breathe and speak your mind before pulling him into a kiss once more. “But you get on my nerves”

Dante was surprised that you had decided to kiss him. He knows you love him but even he knows he can be a handful. In the typical Dante fashion, he decided to speak up with a comeback.

“There is one particular nerve I am hoping to hit” He gave you a cheesy ass grin. Oh if only you could wipe the smug look off his face.

“I wish I kept my mouth shut. You simply are too much at times” You pushed his head away causing him to groan, already missing the feeling of your lips. “Always knowing how to ruin a moment. But I guess it wouldn’t be you if you didn’t open that big mouth of yours”

“I know something else I can do with this big mouth of mine”

“Dante?”

“Love of my life?”

“Shut up, please”

[anarcoqueer1994]

Part 1: Steve's POV | Part 2 (Eddie's POV here) | Part 3 | Part 4

Everyone thinks Nancy was Steve's first love, but he had been in love before her. But he can't talk about it, not even with Robin. Doing so would out someone... and he just can't do that, even if the person broke his heart, stepped on it, and smashed it into a million pieces.

When he was a freshman, he had found himself in the woods, trying to be alone, trying to get a way from an angry father and apathetic mother. He doesn't even remember what the fight was about, just that his parents were home and he had a big bruise covering his eye. He would play it off in school tomorrow, not that the popular kids he was falling in with would even care. But right now he needed to clear his head, to be angry, to cry.

He had been sitting alone in some little clearing wrapped up in his own feelings, so much so, he nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a voice proving that he was not alone.

"Harrington?" He knows the voice, Eddie Munson. He was a sophomore at Steve's school, and though he never talked him, he knew of him. He was loud and weird and knew how to draw attention to himself. The other jocks Steve hung out with would make jokes at his expense, and Eddie would give it right back. And Steve kind of loves that. In fact, though, he would never admit it, he thought the upperclassmen was cute, and funny, and charming, and, okay, maybe he had a crush on him. But right now, crying in the woods alone was the last place he wanted to see Eddie. He knew Eddie and his friends hated jocks, not that he could blame them. But he knows this is going to be humiliating. So he clears his throat the best he can, trying to mask the sadness in his tear stained face. He grumbles, "What?"

Eddie threw his hands up defensively. "Don't worry, I'm not here to start anything. I was just walking and heard you. Just want to make sure you're okay, man. You look rough." He says softly, no hint of sarcasm in his voice. He steps closer.

Steve doesn’t know why, but he suddenly feels less tense. Maybe because this is the first person who ever asked Steve that. People always assume that Steve, son of the wealthiest people in Hawkins, must be doing okay. Rich kids don't have anything to complain about. But here Eddie was asking him if he was alright. And maybe he is desperate for someone to care, to ask, to want to know. So despite himself, he looks up and meets Eddie’s eyes, and he whispers. "No, I'm not doing alright."

Steve doesn’t know what to expect after that confession came out of his mouth, never admitting he was anything but perfect before. Maybe he expected Eddie to awkwardly leave, unsure what to do when some other kid just says that to you. Or maybe Eddie would laugh, tell people at school that he was some pansy, crying alone in the woods. But neither of those things happen. Instead, Eddie sits down next to him, joining him on the floor of dead leaves and dirt. Steve looks at him, unsure what to say, and Eddie just... smiles sympathetically at him. "You wanna talk about it?"

And Steve wants to say no, but he doesn’t. Instead, he finds himself trauma dumping on some poor kid, who, despite Steve's crush, doesn't actually know him. And Eddie listens. He listens as Steve talks about the abuse and neglect and loneliness. And to his surprise, Eddie can relate to having a bad dad, and a mom who wasn't there. Eddie really listens, and for the first time in Steve’s life, he feels seen.

And after a while, the conversation gets lighter. Steve finds he likes talking to Eddie. Eddie tells him about this weird game he plays. Steve tries to understand but more enjoys how expressive and happy Eddie looks as he talks. They talk for hours in this little clearing, in their own little world. They talk about music, and movies, and things they like to do. And even if their tastes are different, Steve feels this connection to Eddie.

And maybe he is wrong, but he thinks Eddie feels the same thing. He would usually never risk this, risk anyone finding out he secretly likes more than girls, that he likes boys too, but the way Eddie has been talking, and staring at him and watching him, he feels like it will be okay. So he risks it. "Hey, Eddie?" His voice is much shyer then it had been moments prior when he was passionately defending Rick Springfield supremacy over Black Sabbath.

"Yea, Stevie?" Steve can't help but blush at the little nickname

"If this is out of line or something, please tell me and we can pretend it never happened, but umm..." Steve starts anxiously.

Eddie smiles at him, laughing gently as Steve squirms. "I thought you popular kids didn't get anxious." He jokes "Unless there was some hot girl or something." He adds trying to lighten the mood.

"I mean... what if it was like a hot guy?" Steve quickly asks before he loses the nerve. He feels his breath caught in his chest waiting for Eddie to respond.

A beat passes. Then two. Steve feels embarrassment creeping in, worried he has just messed up this brand new friendship.

Finally, Eddie responds. "I mean...if you're asking if I'd be okay with you thinking a guy is hot, I would be." Eddie pauses, but the look on his face tells Steve there is more he wants to say. So, against his better judgment, Steve reaches over and takes Eddie’s hand, letting them both rest in Eddie’s lap. What leaves Steve's mouth next surprises both of them.

"What if...you were that hot guy?" Steve whispers, both of them staring face to face now. And Steve watches as a tiny smile forms on Eddie’s mouth, a light pink blush on his cheeks.

"I'd be okay with that too..."

The next thing Steve knows, he finds himself leaning in, and he kisses Eddie Munson. And Eddie kisses back. Steve later finds out it was Eddie’s first kiss, and somehow that makes him treasure the moment more. And when they are done, neither freak out, they just sit together in the dusk light, happy and content.

Over the next few months, they spend so much time together. They keep it a secret from everyone but Wayne. Kids could be mean to two queer kids, so Eddie tells him it's better this way. But when they were alone in the woods or Eddie’s trailer, or the empty Harrington Manson, they could be themselves, they could be happy.

They would talk and kiss and just be in love. After months together, they were even each other’s first time. And it was clumsy and awkward and beautiful. Afterwards, as Steve laid on Eddie’s chest, he whispers "Love you, Eds..."

And without hesitatation, Eddie replies "Love you, too, Stevie." And in that moment, Steve feels like everything is perfect.

Unfortunately, a few days later, that all comes crashing down. Steve had a big baseball game. He was the only freshman on the varsity team. He asked Eddie to come, and he agreed. And Steve was so excited to have his boyfriend come and cheer him on.

But the day comes, and Eddie is not there. Steve assumes the worst because Eddie would never blow him off. So, instead of going to celebrate with the other guys, he excuses himself and heads to the Munson trailer. When he shows up, though, Wayne answers the door. Wayne looks sad as he gently says, "I'm sorry, son. Eddie doesn't want to see you."

The words hurt, but Steve doesn't argue. He pushes down a lump in his throat as he chokes out. "Oh... okay. Can you have him call me later?"

Wayne half-heartedly agrees before shutting the door. Steve races home on his bike, just in case Eddie calls. But he doesn’t. Steve waits all night, falling asleep with bloodshot, tear filled eyes near the phone. Eddie also doesn't call all weekend, and no one answers at the Munson's residence.

On Monday, Steve tries to catch his attention in the halls, but Eddie keeps looking away, avoiding him. Steve finally catches Eddie alone in the boy's bathroom. "Eddie? What happened?"

Eddie focuses on his hands in the sink, not looking up to face Steve. "Go away, Steve. "

Steve lets out a wounded sound as he chokes, "Eds? What did I do? Whatever it is, I'll fix it."

Eddie takes a shaky breath in and says "You can't because no matter what, I'll be a freak, and you are just some jock. This entire thing we had going on was bullshit. You don't love me and I can't love you..."

Suddenly, it all clicks, Steve went too far. He should have never told Eddie he loves him. Eddie was just being nice saying it back. Maybe he was too clingy, and he ruined everything. So he doesn't say anything. He just turns and walks away, desperately holding back tears until he gets out of school, skipping the rest of the day.

He tries to forget Eddie. He leans into being popular, a ladies man. They don't talk. And maybe its not cool, but though he never bullies Eddie, he does not stop his friends from doing it. He knows Eddie can handle himself. He dates strings of girls, hoping someone will love him the same that he loves them. He thought he found that with Nancy, but soon he realized that his love was bullshit to her too. And it killed him.

After high-school, it hurt him to find out his kids, his little brother, fell in with Eddie. He played it off by being a jerk, calling Eddie a freak. But honestly, he was mad that the person he loved... and part of him still loves, the person who destroyed him gets to share some of his favorite people. It did not feel fair.

But then Spring break happened, and Vecna and he had to be face to face with Eddie for the first time since that day in the bathroom, and it brought back every emotion, good and bad. And then he saved Eddie, carried him out of the Upside-Down. He stayed by his side in the hospital room, and helped him when he was finally sent home a month later. And one day, two months after everything went down, when they were alone in Eddie's trailer(Steve often helped Eddie get around as he healed when Wayne was at work), Steve asked, "Are we going to talk about it?"

Part 2 (Eddie's POV here)

Part 3

Part 4

[beansforwhat]

So I did that Adam Murray playlist

1. Redmageddon | Soddiken

2. Duality | Set It Off

3. O.D.D. | Hey Violet

4. Bad Apple!! English Remaster | RichaadEB, Cristina Vee

5. WHEN I WAS OLDER | Billie Eilish

6. Freeze Your Brain | Ryan McCartan, Barrett Wilbert Weed

7. Long Time Friends | The Living Tombstone

8. Fall Away | Twenty One Pilots

9. Sweet Hibiscus Tea | Penelope Scott

10. Angry Too | Lola Blanc

11. CASTLE OF GLASS | Linkin Park

12. The Record Player Song | Daisy The Great

13. Enchanté | Dirt Poor Robins

14. Therefore I Am | Billie Eilish

15. Another Way Out | Hollywood Undead

16. Love Like You | Rebecca Sugar

17. Redecorate | Twenty One Pilots

18. still feel. | half•alive

19. Let It Out | The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals Cast

20. bury a friend | Billie Eilish

21. That Distant Shore | Jennifer Paz

22. Lukewarm | Penelope Scott

23. Are You Satisfied? | MARINA

24. Echo | CIRCRUSH

25. Semi-Automatic | Twenty One Pilots

26. Honey I'm Home | Ghost and Pals

27. Dead Mom | Sophia Anne Caruso

28. I Am Not A Robot | MARINA

29. Goodbye | Bo Burnham

30. Youth | Daughter

31. LOSER | Neoni

32. 7 O'Clock | Penelope Scott

33. Kids | MGMT

[irekae]

HIHH IUH IJHI JJII HIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My name is.. heh.. Apollo .. so cool. ..

Pronouns are He/She/thewristslitter

I’m an artist and have been drawing for 12 years but started taking it seriously 9 years ago (still not professional level pls help me)! working to hopefully get into Calsarts!!!

- fun fact: i have 10 weighted dinosaur plushies!! they all have their own names ^_^

- unlabeled and asexual FREAK

- very much a furry stupid stupidSTUPID STUPID DUMB AHHHHHA

INTERESTS!!!!!

- Music i love music i love musicI LOVE MUSIC AHGHGGH I LOVE MUSIC I LOVE MUCISO MUI LOSVE MUDKSUC

Artists i listen to are (in order from favorite to occasional listen): The Crane Wives, Dazey and the Scouts, The Smiths, The Family Crest, Chappell Roan, Beetlebug, Adrianne Lenker, Mitski, Cricket, Kiltro, Destroy Boys, The Cure, Yaelokre, Cosmo Sheldrake, Will Wood, Miracle Musical, Dirt Poor Robins, The Dear Hunter, Alex G, Mommy Long Legs, Grimes, and other artists that i probably don’t listen enough to to call myself a fan!

- I love the Sun and just warm colors (mostly yellow) in general!! i also love sunflowers a lot, they’re my favorite flowers :3 and you’ll never guess that summer is my favorite season

- Some fandom i’m in are Warrior Cats, SDRA2/DRA, Legoland Play, Ride the Cyclone, Heathers, Bugbo, Pokemon, Animaniacs, Pokemon, Pokemon: Starters (south park parody), South park, Hellpark, etcc!

- My favorite animals include Cats, Foxes, Coyotes, Starlings, Deer, and many more, i’m an animal lover if you couldn’t tell

- CHR / NI / LY / CHI / BR / PI / EM / CO >>>>

DNI:

- rude people..

- msi fans i hate msi fans

- as well as alfred’s playhouse fans..

- people who tell proshippers to kts

- people who think it’s fun to be problematic

- DISORDER FAKERS.

- homophobic, transphobic, and racist people.. eugh..

- any of my siblings..

- any other basic dni criteria

ANYWAYS BYEBYE BYEEE !!!

going to post more stuff soon (most likely art)!

[simply-ozul]

yippe!! my first post yaaay :D

dont know wut to think of it so ill let you be the judge lemme know how you like it!

enjoy <3

Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler || just a fluffy oneshot ft. flustered Robin and adoring Nancy

Just a Lovely Thing Like You is Fine

Nancy was never one for huge gifts or gestures; she usually preferred spending private quality time with her loved ones at home, on a picnic, or even a walk through the park. It’s the little things, y’know? At least, for her it is. Seeing as she spent the majority of her teen years hunting and being hunted by interdimensional monsters and sociopathic murderers with unexplainable mind abilities.

However, it was a little different with one Robin Buckley. Nancy knew the girl was dirt poor, to put it simply. She couldn’t afford fancy gifts, or shiny jewelry, but Nancy didn’t really want any of that anyway. Despite this, Robin still insisted on proudly presenting things to her girlfriend.

She’d write her little letters with mixed phrases from different languages she’s learned over the years, giving little translations on the back of the page with little colored heart doodles all over the paper. She’d make little crafts that Nancy absolutely adored, and she knew Robin poured all her love and appreciation into the little lop-sided clay swan holding a little stick that was poorly shaped into a shotgun she’d given Nancy for her birthday.

Nancy placed it carefully on her bathroom sink so she’d be able to look at it during her morning and evening routine, smiling the entire time.

However, Nancy’s favorite thing Robin gave her was something so simple and cliche. Flowers. Nancy wanted to laugh at herself in disbelief sometimes. Flowers? Really Nancy?

But then again, Nancy could argue that the little adorable twist Robin put to it made Nancy’s heart swell, squeeze and melt all at once. She’d always show up to Nancy’s door, hands and knees covered in dirt while it had somehow smeared everywhere else on her body. She’ll never forget the first time Robin gave her flowers.

As soon as Nancy pulls open the door, her eyes widen in surprise. Robin. Sweet, sweet Robin. The shaggy-haired girl held a clutch of beautifully bright wildflowers in her hands, the stems uneven and slightly bent or broken in some areas. The taller raised the fist of color, eyes big and puppy-like as she looks at Nancy with a ducked head. The brunette can see the light dust a pink glowing beneath her freckles—as well as noticing the smear of dirt across her cheekbone.

“Um… I got you flowers.” She mumbles shyly, before straightening in a rush to continue. “And I know you’re not really a huge fan of gifts or whatever, but… I was walking home after dog-sitting and I noticed them in a ditch, and they were so colorful and felt like a perfect gift so I couldn’t not pick them, y’know? I tried to pick them as carefully as I could but it was really hard to hold and pick flowers at the same time, and I basically ran to your house to give them to you, and some of the petals fell off and I just,” Robin pauses, forcing herself to quit her babbling. Nancy can only blink, mouth slightly agape as she listens. “They’re pretty. They reminded me of you.” She finishes with a shrug, shuffling on her feet.

After an awkward amount of silence, Robin backtracks. “I get it, you probably think it’s stupid, right? I mean, wildflowers? They’re practically weeds and store-bought ones are so much prettier. Even then, flowers are such a dumb tradition anyway—“

“You picked them for me?” 

Robin chokes to a stop, head jerking a bit in surprise.

“I- yeah? Did you want ones from the store instead…?” She trails off with a squeak. The flowers in her hand sink as Robin deflates.

Nancy can’t help but smile, huffing through her nose. She finally pushes through the doorway, stepping in front of her girlfriend. She looks at her through her lashes. Her hand reaches up to brush against the tight hold Robin has on the flowers, and her fist loosens. Nancy gently pries the flowers out of the tense girl’s grasp, bringing them up to her face, partially to smell them as well as hide her face.

“They’re beautiful, Robin.” Nancy whispers. She can’t stop the giggle escaping her throat when Robin dramatically deflates in relief.

“Holy shit. I was worried you’d hate them or something. I spent like thirty minutes picking out the prettiest ones and now there’s dirt under my nails and it sucks big time, but it’s so worth it now that I know for sure you like them. I mean, you do, right?”

Nancy laughs, bringing her unoccupied hand up to caress Robin’s cheek. The fumbling girl pauses, breath hitching, unable to help herself as she leans into the touch. Pushing herself onto her toes, Nancy leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of Robin’s mouth.

“Thank you, Robbie. I love them.” Robin freezes, eyes wide and sparkling. Nancy’s brows furrow in concern; had Robin stopped breathing? She’s about to check when the lanky girl clears her throat and nods, rubbing her sweaty palms against her jeans while she looks away. Nancy bites her lip at the red that blossoms up from Robin’s neck to across her cheeks and nose, trying her hardest to keep her grin from growing. Her cheeks hurt, she doesn’t care.

“Good, good. That’s good.” Robin stutters. She looks shyly to Nancy once again, opening and closing her mouth for a moment. Nancy raises a perfect eyebrow questioningly. Finally, she squeaks out,

“Could you do that again?” Nancy laughs.

[presence-of-darkness]

Satosugo playlist and brief song analysis 1/3

So I made a Satosugo playlist and here I wanted to give a brief explanation for some of my favorite songs on it that I haven't really seen anywhere also in relation to them. Analysis is under the cut.

Are you still listening by Abbie Bosworth

I’m starting with what I think is the most heart wrenching song on this playlist. I imagine this song from Gojo’s (for y'alls info my computer keeps trying to correct ‘Gojo’s' ' to ‘God’s' ' and i find that very funny) perspective after everything that goes down in s2.

“I wish I could've buried you and laid down right beside

Your life stained my clothes

Oh, to hold you, I didn't mind”

“And you're not what you say you are

But you know that better than me”

“Your life stained my clothes” is just absolutely devastating and I find that it really resonates here.

Hyacinthus by Aidoneus

I have two Aidoneus songs on this playlist, one I imagine is from Gojo’s perspective and the other from Geto’s. This is the Gojo one. 

“Wish I had taken just one second more to memorize your frame

If I’m being honest, I’d do anything to see you

Maybe in another life the universe will let me keep you

Was there nothing I could do?”

“For so long we’d withdrawn from mortality but

I had loved you because you were nothing like me”

The wondering what he could have done, how their power led to them withdrawing from mortality in a way *chef’s kiss*

Devourer by Aidoneus

And here’s the Geto Aidoneus song. I think this song really aligns with Geto at the end the JJK 0 with all of his anger, grief, and bitterness.

“Grief has made me blind

Cruel, quick, hungry

Who could blame? For I had held

The sunlight in my arms”

“I, a curse, a plague on the Earth

Human in the end”

“Light the gloam, find my Achilles heel

I will welcome my mortality

Let me go”

I chose three quotes for this one because they’re all just so good and poignant. 

Classic j dies and goes to hell p.1 by Glass Beach

This is one of my all time favorite songs and while I think it can work from either perspective it really resonates with Gojo’s perspective in the immediate aftermath of Geto leaving. 

“How could I ever sleep at night?

When you left, you left me paralyzed

Tryna keep my head above the waves

Holding out for brighter, better days”

“And I will always be your friend

So grab my hand

Take my hand, I can't do this alone”

Two slow dancers by Mitski

Mitski never fails to bring some emotional devastation. In this case I interpret this song as their reminiscing of their highschool days.

“It would be a hundred times easier

If we were young again”

“And the ground has been slowly pulling us back down

You see it on both our skin

We get a few years and then it wants us back”

Human After All by Dirt Poor Robins

This song relates to the pressure both of them were put under as the strongest and how all that weight in part led to the shitstorm that happened, especially for Geto and the depression he experienced. 

“We’d cross the rope, but our balance is a joke

We're human after all, still there's no excuse to fall”

“This mortal will, more rust than flesh

Turned by the creeping bitterness”

“We were the cause, we are at fault

We cannot draw from empty vaults

With vacant hands, we're left to ponder”

I'll be posting the rest soon but I felt it was getting a bit long! Hope ya'll enjoyed!

[sentfromwolves]

🎵—⌈ oc song tag game ⌋

woo! song game! >:3 thanks for the tag @willtheweaver, I love these kinds of games. there are some absolutely stupid songs some of them would love (nemesis bops to the fruit salad song unironically) so I did these as comfort songs for them specifically

Rules ; share a song to describe your character and a song they’d love

◈—« nemesis »

description — dear arkansas daughter . lady lamb

You with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes You who bares all your teeth in every smile Says I can always hear you sing, I wanna hear you speak to me While a stranger braids my hair back out on the street And in your dreams we are shooting at snakes And while you were asleep, I was surely awake

love — it's alright . mother mother

It's alright, It's okay, it's alright, it's okay You're not a demon, there's a reason You behaved in that way It's alright, it's okay, it's alright, it's okay And I believe, yes I believe that you will see a better day It's alright, oh, it's okay, oh, it's alright, oh

◈—« judge »

description — it tore your heart out . dirt poor robins

We brave into the labyrinth No prior plan for our descent But charge in hand that might implore The circuits of the minotaur Fire with Fire Bolt for bolt The god of the maze will meet our ghost And Hearts again might understand The sap of tree, the blood of man

love — 命に嫌われている。majiko

I might just die tomorrow you know, everything might just end up being for naught. Mornings and nights, spring and autumn, unchanging, someone dies somewhere. I don't need dreams or even a tomorrow, If you'll have lived on then that's all I need. Yeah... That's actually what I want to sing about

◈—« halliday »

description — amsterdam . nothing but thieves

So I hit my head up against the wall Over and over and over and over again, and again 'Cause I don't wanna be like them I hit my head up against the wall Over and over and over and over again, and again, and again

love —call your mom . noah kahan

Don't let this darkness fool you All lights turned off can be turned on I'll drive, I'll drive all night I'll call your mom Oh, dear, don't be discouraged I've been exactly where you are I'll drive, I'll drive all night

◈—« desmond »

description — 2BU . wild beasts

Give me your house, give me your things I’m in your head, I’m in your dreams I want your face, I want your skin I want your name, I want to live I want everything

love — mary on a cross . ghost

We were searching for reasons to play by the rules But we quickly found out it was just for fools Now through all the sorrow, we'll be riding high And the truth of the matter is I never let you go, let you go

tagging: @tananaphone @awritingcaitlin @juls-writes @ryns-ramblings @lorenfinch @maddstermind @littleladymab @ladywithalamp @surroundedbypearls @morriguscrawls @wintherlywords @chiefwritesbook @k-v-briarwood and anyone else who wants to do this tag game!

[wefallforever]

Once Upon A Time Rewatch: Season 3 Thoughts

This season was an excellent depiction of family cycles, intergenerational trauma and repair. That shit it home for real!

To start with, you have Emma, David and Mary Margaret struggling to connect because of how closed off Emma has become to protect herself. And of course all the pain she has around being abandoned in the first place. But David and Mary Margaret are so desperate for a relationship they sometimes come across pushy. It’s sooo cute how she starts to call them mom and dad by the end of the season 🥺

And whew Gold’s daddy issues totally explain why he is The Way he is. I can’t imagine looking my child in the eye and saying “[my baby was] helpless and all mine. Pulling away my name, my money, my time! Pulling away any hope of making better for myself. This pink, naked, squirming little larva that wanted to eat my dreams alive and never stop. What are you now, a couple hundred? Can’t I be free of you?” 😬😩😐 Real fucking harsh Pan.

And of course we have Zelena, whose desire to procure the life she never had eventually leads to her downfall. And yes her jealousy makes sense given that she grew up dirt poor whilst Regina trained to be an all powerful queen, but Zelena definitley romantissd Cora’s life. One could say she was looking at it with green coloured glasses 🤭. Her smoke should have been for Cora in my opinion! Fuck Gold for taking away Zelena’s second chance! 😡

Other miscellaneous thoughts on the season:

• I love how often Regina and Emma refer to Henry as “our son” it fills my little gay heart with joy. I swear to god they would have been the perfect slow burn enemies to friends to lovers story if Disney wasn’t so homophobic. Speaking of, I refuse to acknowledge the romances with Hook and Robin despite the actors’ on screen chemistry and relevance to the plot LOLOLOL!

• it’s bullshit that Mulan wasn’t with the merry men this season and they didn’t even address what happened. Hopefully Jamie Chung was offered a better role elsewhere and decided not to return (not holding my breath)

• we did get some additional Black people with lines on screen who live so that’s good. However I do think it’s sus the way Marian’a character is treated.

• I appreciate the theme of redemption and that you can alter your own destiny. Fate lies in the choices we make everyday.

I’m nearly halfway through season four so my astrology post on the main character’s big six is coming soon! Any thoughts on what my interpretations will look like? 👀

[urunknownwanderer]

Sup, man. Wanted to leave shit about me here so yall can know me more:)

• I'm 11-12 years old, don't try me.

• My pronounces are He/him(Trans)

• Sexuality: Pansexual, Aromantic

• I love music:3

• I might post rarely, because I'm very busy, and mainly because I'm trying to think about what to post without getting hate. I'm being careful. So please, If I post something offensive, calmly tell me, and I'll try my best to apologize.

• I'm in-between Satanism, and Christianity. (I love bible lore)

• No, I don't worship Satan. Just following Satan's rules or Satanism rules. (idfk what these are called, bro.)

• Please be respectful here. [this one doesn't count as info abt me.]

• I'll mostly post OC art.

• If you want me to draw your OC, just let me know:)

• I'll probably use the hellpark artstyle because I find it really easy to use. No, I won't say that it's my style.

• womp womp

• I'm Filipino:D

• My personality type is ISTP

fandoms I'm In:

Hellpark

South park

Fear Street

Puppet Combo

Hazbin hotel

Helluva Boss

Scott Pilgrim

Sally Face

Corpse Party

Friday Night Funkin

Creepypasta

Ranfren (I'M A NORMAL FAN I SWEAR)

Music taste(Idrk why i put it here, it's just for fun.):

AC/DC

Radiohead

Green day

Nirvana (MY FAVV😍)

New Found Glory

My Chemical Romance

Ghost (I don't listen to this band that much, sorry.)

Alex G

Bowling For Soup

System Of A Down

Simple Plan

Sum 41

Arctic Monkeys

Incubus

Coheed and Cambria

The Click Five

Slipknot

Mother Mother

Topline Addicts

The Front Bottoms

Panic! At The Disco

Mindless Self Indulgence

Mitski

But sometimes...:

Mccafferty

Dirt Poor Robins

Gorillaz

The Crane Wives

Ado

Weezer

Måneskin

Blink-182

Destroy Boys

Paramore

The Living Tombstone

Three Days Grace

Foxy Shazam

Dom Fera

Things I Love:

Music

Sleep

My room

Guitars

Sharks

Dogs

Cats

Hamsters

MY FAV CHARACTERS😍

The moon

Space

Nirvana

When someone asks me to name songs from a band I know (some people gets annoyed by that, but not me. I'd gladly name songs if ya want me to)

Here's a few artists I love! (Istg they're so talented)

@koffeeaddiction

@invisible-hidden

@yuarose

@chickenstab

Uh... Homies?

@hyperjello

@theonewhoseeksart

Things I might post:

OC art

Possibly fanarts.

Random shit

I don't know anymore

Gore

I might update this post more because there might be a few more things I forgot to add.

That's it.

If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask!:)

[charlieisacastle]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

friendoooooooo. how r u?????

the other day i was going thro my blog and i stumbled upon ur asks being like "i like your blood" u remember those cjkdmdjdjd its insane that that was like 3 years ago or something now.

i already answered this so imma think of new things that make me happy so i dont repeat myself.

1. watching yt videos. the amount of talented and funny people making these videos is honestly inspiring and i love watching them.

2. listening to music. especially "creepy" music. take that amazing devil, will wood, bear ghost, dirt poor robins, etc.

3. dancing to music at ungodly hours of the night

4. talking to my friends. i fucking love talking to my friends. the other day i went out and was with my friends for like 6 hours and it was sooooo nice. also calling friends and being silly together? me and jo's favorite pass time jekdmjd

5. water. okay this one is weird but i really love water djdkmdjd i drink A LOT of water and it does genuinely make me happy and light up whenever i do djdkdmjdd

[norfre]

Playlist tag game:]

Tagged by @fulcrvm thank you!!!

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up!

From my car jams playlist:

1. Backstabber - Kesha

2. Everything Is Going Great - Tiny Stills

3. It Tore Your Heart Out - Dirt Poor Robins

4. I Love You Too - Gill Landry

5. Flaws - Bastille

Tagging: @slainbanjos @super-sock @loukabloo @phloolie @komicxre @planet4546b @captains-price @pinecoe @mooshroomgirlfriend @frog-bucket @bookerdwitt @datastate @p1sce @fruityculture @enjoyslurm and anyone else who'd like to participate :]