#crossposted on twitter (x)

[satoumafuyuss]

old habits

[3minsover]

What about bartender!Eddie who hosts a quiz night and develops an infatuation with one of the members of a team named ‘Scoops Troop’. He overhears the guy saying he wishes there’d be questions on something he actually knew like basketball.

The next month, there’s an entire round on the NBA.

See, the thing is, the prize for first place is a $50 gift card for the bar, so naturally Eddie wants this guy’s team to win so that they’ll come back sooner than a month’s time. And better yet, the team captain has to give their contact details, which is how Eddie officially meets ‘Steve Harrington’.

[altariartx]

he's doing his very best ✨

[xlillyle]

I'm really in love with the idea of teen SKK falling for each other in mundane moments because the world they live in is so crazy and filled with violence and death that when Dazai breaks into Chuuya's apartment on their day off and finds him finishing cooking his favorite crab meal he can't help but feel like struck by lightning as he stares at the two plates that Chuuya already put out.

But the craziest thing is how while he is surprised by the fuzzy feelings, they don't feel unfamiliar.

Not in the way that he was in love before, he wasn't, but because it feels so normal to look at Chuuya and be filled with warmth and smiling like an idiot.

(Obviously, he has to complain about there not being enough crab and the slug's table being chibi-sized to make up for it.)

But Chuuya isn't any better even if it takes him a little longer, he feels even more ridiculous with it because there shouldn't be anything endearing about waking up next to the damn mackerel in his own bed when he went to sleep alone last night.

And yet he knows that he still had his work clothes and shoes on, but Chuuya is only wearing socks and not his coat anymore and his blanket is put over him so that he isn't freezing and he thinks suddenly that maybe he could get used to this.

The thought hits him like a train and he sits up in shock and while it's stunning him, it also feels like he is reading an old book he forgot in the back of his shelf.

The feelings flooding through his veins aren't new, he couldn't say when they became so familiar, but they feel as natural as the blood within him.

(Obviously, he has to kick Dazai out of his bed and yell at him.)

I just love the idea that they both fell for each other silently and got so used to loving each other that it was as natural as breathing to them, but it sneaked up on them one day in an innocent moment of idyllic domesticity in this violence-filled world they are navigating through.

[abdeladrian]

when it comes to balduran/the emperor and ansur i think its a really interesting sort of tragedy no matter how you interpret their relationship and the nature of what happened.

because there's something to once being a hero so renowned that a home to thousands is in your name. and having a companion so dear that they'd kill you to preserve You, but also having changed so much against your will from that hero and that friend they knew and having to come to terms with it (maybe also against your will).

and being a survivor in the long run and being saved time and time again and being used and using back. of coming back home and infiltrating and taking power and being captured and used to hurt when you used to help. of running and manipulating and attempting to do the same trust-build-seduction method you once used with someone new, and trying to convince this person to become like you. because at this point you've lost the ability to feel your feelings

we obviously by nature of its character cant tell when the emperor is lying, telling the truth, or being sincere but i also like really don't like the idea of intrinsic evilness so sometimes i want to take him at face value. we have examples of a mind flayer having genuine companionship (omeluum) alongside having a purpose that lets them live a life separate from the grand design, and i fear having ansur was perhaps the only reason the emperor ever got to be free. not just physically but mentally.

because balduran went sailing one day because he missed it and never came home. ansur fought to find him and was too late. y'know. and like. how heartbreaking is that? that ansur who loved and protected and promised to keep balduran's city safe… made a promise that became a prison. to love so wholly that he wanted to preserve his partner even when his partner gave up and told him to leave and keep his memory as the thing that mattered. how heartbreaking for balduran to have killed him in self defense and then built him a tomb where he could rest? that no one would disturb him? how famous the love was that his promise to protect became legend? the last wish he ever had? that the only way to wake him was to pass a gauntlet to prove your worth? while recording praises for their partnership?

like forgive me but i don't think creating an elaborate tomb to protect ansur's final resting place is a lack of feeling. ansur made a promise that became a prison that became a legend. his legacy was love. and he recognized balduran from feeling alone and got to see him again, for what its worth. the emperor will always be ansur's balduran.

also we see ansur in his dragonborn form. not controversial i hope but they were more than friends! ansur i'm sorry king. your husband became calamari and unrecognizable. and when he accuses balduran of thralling the player, which we can refute, and ansur just stops to Look only for balduran to break the silence by RECITING THE LETTER? DEAR ANSUR? AND THAT'S WHAT DRIVES ANSUR TO ATTACK?

nevermind the fact that you can't make the dream guardian a dragonborn. and the armor it wears is awfully similar to ansur's in his humanoid form. balduran never forgot ansur. i think balduran-as-the-emperor in dream guardian form not taking a form like ansurs but still keeping that armor, still speaking ansur's words and acting out his intents when promising the player protection and care, is evidence that ansur lived in him still. even through the layers of the loss of identity that was him becoming a mind flayer.

ansur was the heart of the gate. and it's baldur's gate. he's balduran's heart. his heart. ansur lived in him. it was a promise that became a prison that became a legend. his legacy was love

[aemondsa]

“The fates are cruel to have led me to you—princeling, blood of the dragon, son of woe and strife. Before your time is out you will gorge on pain. You’ll lie with a serpent and drink from her poison, the taste of it sweeter than honey. She’ll bring you joy, or she’ll kill you, dark heart. The debt has not been paid and your fate is not set in stone.” — «witchcraft in your lips» by slaymond

♡ obsessed with my stunning commission of Aemondsa for my fic, from the incredibly talented @lonelymagpies 🩵🩷

[jay-quinox]

(another twitter cross-post)

Rub-a-dub-dub, two idiots in a tub!

📻🍎

Fanart of the wonderful @keelywolfe's fic "Splish Splash" — This scene needed to be drawn!

[phoenixtakaramono]

🔞 ‘The Price of Milk’ Butchlander Threadfic 🥛

For Butchlander Week 2024, DAY 2 PROMPT: Milk

SUMMARY: Have you seen Karl Urban’s obscure New Zealand 2000 movie: The Price of Milk? That’s it; that’s the plot. The gist of this short 🔞 oneshot threadfic is Butcher has been working undercover as a devastatingly sexy but unremarkable dairy farmer, and the main twist is the handsome amnesiac “John” who’s been temporarily lodging with him “until he regains his memories” might be hiding a little secret of his own. I am agog that seemingly no one’s written this fever dream of an AU before, where Butcher’s actor is a literal dairy farmer and you got Homelander with his milk fetish?? …Very well. I volunteer as tribute!

(The rest of the threadfic can be read here!)

If you don’t have a Twitter account, I have screenshotted the rest of the spicy half below the line break:

A/N - Thoughts? Opinions? I'd love to hear them! Sorry for the somewhat abrupt ending but this was 67 tweets long when I'd originally planned around 25, haha. If I'd do anything differently, I think I'd keep Butcher's alias as "ordinary civvie dairy farmer who immigrated from England" when the lovers reunite. That way it's even more fun(ny) when the truth comes out that Butcher is actually a badass secret spy working for the US government.

I want y'all to know he goes from this 👨🏻‍🌾 ➡️ to this 🔪 (iiiiit's the contrast)

(Now that you’re done reading, you can read my other 🔞 “milk” threadfic here. They’re unrelated alternate universes.)

[dramionestills]

Dramione month week one prompts (obliviate, expecto patronum, finite incantatem, sectumsempra, legilimens)

“Obliviated?”

“Yes”

“You? Obliviated your parents?”

Sigh “yes, i did”

“When?”

“Summer after 6th.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah.”

“And you did it? Or did someone from the Order help you?”

“Merlin, Malfoy. You are driving me nuts. Yes, I did it myself”

“And when did you say you brewed Polyjuice?”

“The first time? 2nd year. Why?”

“No, nothing, love. Just… percolating this information…”

“Ok…”

“And you said that you learned how to do a Corporeal Patronus at 15?”

“Well, 16, but in 5th year, yeah. And, honestly, I did have some trouble with that one, most of us did but by the end all of the DA could manage.”

“Right, right. Because you also orchestrated a secret society and trained them…”

“It was group effort, darling.”

“Of course. So modest of you to say so.”

“I honestly don’t understand why you are so perplexed.”

“I just want to make sure I am not misunderstanding, love. I don’t want to end up on your bad side and suffer another Sectumsempra or end up locked in a jar”

“Oh for Merlin’s sake! First of all, I’ve never used that horrendous spell and I doubt I ever will. Second, the jar situation was warranted and it was nothing a little Finite Incantatem couldn’t fix.”

“Not to mention the illegal undetectable extension charm on that beaded purse”

“Actually, I reversed that charm and threw away the bag”

“What? Why?”

“It is not practical to be wearing a beaded purse all the time. You realize I only used that one because it went with my dress for Bill and Fleur’s wedding, right? I originally intended on a backpack, and did in fact have one but that day I decided on a whim to do it on the purse in case anything happened at the reception. Quite a stroke of luck that I did, I reckon.”

“Yes, dear, you are quite lucky”

“And anyway, I redid the charm on my new leather crossbody. Much better suited for everyday wear, don’t you think?”

“Of course. Right, very fashionable of you”

“Pansy thought so, too!”

“Next you’ll tell me you’re an accomplished Legilimens as well…”

“Oh, no. Not quite yet. I’ve not been able to master that particular spell and it is not currently a priority project for me.”

“Of course it isn’t. You’re probably prioritizing more important matters, like saving the House Elves or something.”

“Very funny, Draco. There’s no need for sarcasm. Why do you have that odd look on your face? That grin is quite scary and I’d rather you didn’t do that. It’s creeping me out.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. I just realized that I am marrying not only the brightest witch of her age but also the most ruthless. I can’t wait until my father hears about this.”

[ohmysheetmetal]

[mostly] recent leafpin gijinka art dump! revamped leafy's design a bit ago so ive been drawing her more :3

[c0smicdaisy]

#SANDRAY : "i love you" ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

Only Friends The Series

[kenobisanakin]

commissioned this absolutely beautiful piece from @thensfwfanboy (on twt!!) and everyone needs to see it!!

It's a scene from my obikin actors au where world-famous actor obi-wan and newbie anakin do this steamy magazine photoshoot together to promote their upcoming movie and the photoshoot (this beautiful artpiece) goes viral!

[3minsover]

modern steddie au

Pottery thrower!Steve who makes tiktoks of him making bowls and vases - he and Robin own a small company and social media is the best way to promote their products. While Robin sculpts and molds little trinkets - figurines and tchotchkes, Steve throws larger items.

They get some pretty good engagement with Robin's quirkily edited 'day in the life'-style videos and Steve's 'trust the process' content, but there's one video that sends the account rocketing into the stratosphere.

The camera is positioned at a low angle, looking over the studio. Steve enters the frame, visible only from the waist down at first with a large lump of clay in his hands. He sits down at the wheel, and that's when it's clear that beneath his overalls, he's not wearing a shirt. His shoulders are bare, tanned and kissed intermittently by moles, and the muscles beneath flex and shift underneath his skin as he lifts the clay and throws it down. Hard. The rest of the video is exactly as normal - Steve squeezing a sponge saturated with slip to wet the clay, pushing his fingers into the well in the center as he forms it into what will become a large salad bowl. Every so often, he looks up at the camera with a pleased smile, a lock of hair falling over his eyebrow. His hands are covered in slick gray, his biceps straining with the effort of precision, and there's a tiny swipe of slip drying across his forehead where he'd attempted to brush his hair aside.

Steve's best friend Eddie sees this video on his 'for you' page and is utterly overcome by the quiet strength of Steve's toned arms, the wide spread of his knees and steady workings of his hands. Confident in his anonymity - he's on his entirely anonymous private account, after all - Eddie leaves a comment on the video, detailing exactly what Eddie wishes Steve would do with his hands instead of throw clay. He hits post, scrubbing back to watch the moment Steve throws the clay down over and over again. He even saves the video to his phone - for instructive reasons, obviously. Nothing untoward, that's his best friend!

Eventually, Eddie scrolls on and for a few minutes forgets about the video. And then he remembers it again, but this time, the flush of attraction is accompanied by a creeping sense of unease that crawls across his skin. Eddie heads straight to Steve and Robin's account and taps the video. His thumb shakes a little as he opens the comments, now littered with others just as thirsty as his own - to which Steve has graciously replied turning them down - and finds that- oh fuck.

ewmunson: throw me around like that lump of clay i actually beg.

Eddie's not on his private.

He's gonna be sick.

Until he sees Steve's reply.

birdandbatpottery: Come over. Let's find out if I can?

[altariartx]

oh the things i'd do for an emotional support dream

[xlillyle]

Married SKK hc where Dazai wants to stay up until Chuuya comes home, but even their couch is so stupidly comfy that he ends up falling asleep (he sleeps so much more since he is with Chuuya).

So Chuuya comes home to his husband curled up like a cat on said couch and his chest fills with warmth as he picks Dazai bridal-style up and murmurs, “Stupid mackerel, why didn’t you go to our bed.”

And Dazai wakes up, but is sleepy and Chuuya’s arms are warm, so he just wiggles closer to him in his arms and nuzzles his face into the crook of his neck. “Chibi’s the stupid one, I can’t sleep without my ugly slug.”

And Chuuya snorts and rolls his eyes as he carries Dazai to their bedroom, asking, “And what were you doing just now, dumbass?” Dazai is too fuzzy and sleepy to keep up their bickering; instead a soft “Waiting for Chuuya.” slips out.

And Chuuya smiles just as softly and presses a kiss on Dazai’s forehead. “I’m here now.”

[morgana-120]

Gay bar