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me and my personal demon manifested irl who is also my daughter on a adventure to find my other daughter
#eveline is back AU#ethan winters#eveline re7#resident evil#resident evil fanart#rebhfun#resident evil village#resident evil 8#re8#eveline is like “lets kill chris redfield”#and ethan has to tell her no but it just makes him start considering it instead#ethan telling eveline all his problems and shes just like#“ok just kill all of them”#ethan showing eveline care and affection#eveline showing ethan to normalize having hatred and revenge in his heart and to never forgive or forget#i think shes funny#shes so messed up#eveline being a little demon brat to everyone except ethan is also extremly funny
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Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)
TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.
(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)
This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.
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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.
....
The kid is a surprise though.
Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.
There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.
The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.
The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.
He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.
A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.
At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.
Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.
Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"
The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."
Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.
"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."
He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.
The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.
"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.
The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.
Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.
The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.
Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."
#I have never seen Batman (2022) so really I'm just using battinson and crew as templates for my fic. but hey what else is new lol#dpxdc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc fic#dpxdc au#dp x dc au#dpxdc fanfic#i dont know shit about detective work or true crime so forgive me for any bad terminology or incorrect procedure for how these things work#just a fun rough idea for how i imagined gordon's first meeting with nightingale goes LMAO. im sticking to the idea that danny doesn't#officially join the field for a *while* due to more than just health reasons. so his first appearances are brief and usually to give B smth#danny: im only here as express delivery for vader's little brother over there. yall stay safe tho.#bruce: *kill bill sirens bass-boosted* ohmygodwhatishedoinghere#batman: how did you get here... | danny: you have so many spare grappling hooks it was pr easy to just grab one and go#also danny is whispering on purpose because he doesn't have his ghost form to fall back on as a secret identity. so he *is* actually taking#extra steps to keep his identity safe. and people usually sound different when they're whispering. he also has personal beef with#office martinez despite the fact that they've never met. Danny's HEARD of his ass. he hATES his ass.#Martinez: *to batman* freak | danny: im going to Bite Him. | batman (reluctantly): hmr. please don't. | danny: im going for his shins#Martinez and Nightingale have this whole thing going on between the two of them. danny WILL slap a sticky note on Martinez's back that says#'asshole' on it and its the one spot square on his spine that martinez can't reach.#someone: why are you beefing with like. an actual 12 year old | martinez: HE'S A LITTLE RAT. THAT'S WHY. he's here to torment me#battinson: *did you grapple the whole way here* | danny: yah. it was kinda fun. i would've gotten here faster but i kept having to stop#battinson: *hnnn* im driving you back | danny:.. are you sure? | battinson already pulling him out of the room: y e s#i've been thinking about this for literally WEEKS. what did bruce forget? good question! i'll figure that out if or when i get to this#danny has Issues behind the word freak so its like a mini beserker button for him regardless of who the word is aimed at lol. lmao#martinez calls batman a freak once while nightingale is within range and its just the doom ost as danny simply Disappears from sight#like oops. you are now. In Danger. rip couldn't be me.#blood blossom au
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Wow, I'm alive ☠️
Let's start with sketches with Barnaby, because he's a cool guy
Then, i remind you that i really love Howdy, so there are a lot of sketches with him 🤭🤭🥄 (in fact, i have a lot more of them, but i can't show them here). i'll say a few headcanons about the second two sketches!! i think Howdy cooks well because when he looked after his younger siblings or nephews, they needed to be fed. His signature dish is vegetable soup!! It is useful, nutritious, not very difficult, cheap, and you can also feed a large number of people with this soup
In my mind, Beta!Wally is quite an interesting and slightly slippery type. I would paint all my headcannons on him, but I won't. I'll just say that he's trying to look perfect, and he's also more of a poet than just Wally, who's an artist
I also apologize for the fact that I was gone for almost TWO MONTHS ( ゚□゚) actually, I have a lot of work, but I can't exhibit half of it here, and I think about the other part that it's unworthy to be here 😔🥄🥄
aaand two sketches for @//clownsuu
I laugh awkwardly at the second sketch.... huh
#I repeat#FORGIVE ME FOR COMING HERE SO RARELY#I would love to invite everyone to my telegram channel but there is a lot of personal stuff there 😔😔🥄#Well I hope you're doing well!!#Don't forget to sleep well and eat well as drink water#(don't be like me. I always forget to do it and then I live like a vegetable)#welcome home#sketches#howdy pillar#wally fanart#beta wally#welcome home wally#welcome home barnaby#barnaby b beagle#barnaby beagle#human wally darling#human howdy pillar#welcome home mob au#mob howdy pillar
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The Memory of Bodies AU:
Jason has been making amends with Tim in his own stilted way. He keeps his distance, but he'll put a blanket on Tim when the kid passes out somewhere (since Tim is always falling asleep in random places). The teen will find his favorite snacks in various places. Red Hood has shown vicious protection for Red Robin.
Tim has noticed and acknowledged these changes. As far as Jason is aware, Tim's forgiven him. They're good.
During a YJ mission, a magic user "gifts" Tim nonconsensually with a spell that makes him forget some of his more traumatic memories. One of the memories targeted was the TT attack.
At first, the Bats don't realize Tim's missing any memories. They don't like to talk about it and usually avoid that topic.
All the Bats see is that Tim's shoulders have lost a tension they didn't realize he was carrying. He allows himself to be physically closer to Jason, even going as far as falling asleep on him during a movie. The teen smiles more, makes more jokes, and isn't as guarded around the Waynes.
He wasn't unhappy or distrustful with them before, but he wasn't nearly as open as he becomes post spell.
Eventually, someone makes a comment about TT. Tim asks them what they mean by that.
Cue the Bats freaking out.
Once they figure out it was magic, they have a discussion on whether Tim *should* get his memories back. He's obviously happier like this.
Tim is extremely uncomfortable with the idea of someone controlling his memories and him being unable to remember such important details. He doesn't care if it will cause him to be more stressed out and cold. The idea of him not knowing freaks him out. Besides, what other memories could he be forgetting? What if none of the Bats were there when they happened? What does he not remember?
Anyways, Tim's having a few mental breakdowns.
Jason's having a few mental breakdowns (he thought they were good. He thought Tim trusted him. He thought he made it up to him).
The Bats restore Tim's memories, and he can feel the weight of them as they settle. His eyes become sharper, less bright, and they keep track of the exits as well as everyone in the room. The other Bats knew better, but they still feel slightly disappointed and sorrowful.
#tim drake#jason todd#dc au#tim did forgive jason entirely#however his body and trauma responses don't forget#the tt attack changed him even if he no longer is upset at rh#when the bats ask tim about what other memories he recovered he lies#one of them might be the 16th birthday#one of them might be losing Robin#one of them might be his mom's death
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Part two of that short comic i made for @garbagechocolate s really cool truth virus au
Y/N is angry and hurt but understands the situation and is worried for their friend. Also both Sun and Y/N have anxiety
Sun is having a time, thats for sure
#truth virus au#daycare attendant x y/n#daycare attendant x reader#sundrop#my art#look i am bad at writing conflicts because i just usually forgive everything imidiatly so its hard to imagine y/n being angry#i am not fully happy with this but its ok#also please do not read it too carefully my dyslexia punched me in the face while i made this#i love it when i just forget letters in words just because i mostly recognize words by their shape and not by what letters are in there#i guess ill also have to make a part 3 huh
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i cant believe p4g came out and every single one of you forgot about adachis sister
#persona 4 spoilers#persona 4#p4#marie persona#tohru adachi#shadow adachi#gsa sl au#shit bangs club#arttag#boot.tingting#komikku#// okya heres the proper weekly#// royal released and you didnt do this to sumi . to maruki. i'll never forgive you#// 'i think the forgetting and being forgotten part is maries whole character theme' oh would you zip it once in your life#// girl has him writing on the animalcrossing stationery#// 'why goodbye sengen. will you ever tell them about s.adachi' no. you just have to feel it in your bones#// 'If you'd tried just a little harder to meet them halfway...' / 'I couldn't and that's just how the world is!' DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF?#// YOU SAY YOU HATE MARIE BECAUSE SHES A TSUNDERE MARYSUE? THEY MADE ADACHI INTO A HIGHSCHOOL GIRL & THIS IS HOW YOU REACT? its the misogyn
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part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 (these make one big story, you won't understand this part without the others)
day 07: free space a happy ending
Wakefulness embraces him so slowly and gently that Steve’s not entirely sure he isn’t dreaming when he sees Eddie lying next to him, watching him with an easy smile as his fingers tap out a slow beat on his pillow. Steve looks at him, blinking away the remnants of sleep, not quite daring to do anything more than that for fear of it being a dream after all, scared that Eddie would disappear if Steve reached out to touch.
But then Eddie’s smile widens. “Good morning, sunshine.”
Steve gasps a little and moves his hand to Eddie’s cheek, tucking a few strands of hair behind his ear, his breath hitching when Eddie leans into the touch.
“You’re here,” he whispers, his gaze wandering over Eddie’s features, taking it all in and looking for any indication that this is a dream.
Eddie hums. “And you’re pretty.”
It hits him out of nowhere, the open sincerity in Eddie’s voice, the fondness in his eyes, the honesty in everything about him. The love, open and free now — or getting there, at least. It’s still so raw, though, so new, that Steve doesn’t know how to handle it yet.
“Shut up,” he huffs once he’s caught his breath, rolling over to hide his face and the way his cheeks are heating up. He rolls right into Eddie's chest, though, and he's so warm, so close, smells so good that Steve wants nothing more than to bury his face in his neck and stay there for the rest of the morning. Or maybe the rest of his life.
The reflex to pull away is there. The urge to run and hide, to laugh it off, to freeze up and find something else to do, something to occupy his hands and stop them from reaching for Eddie. Years and years of muscle memory telling Steve to leave.
But Eddie's arms come around him, holding him close and pulling him even closer. And Steve breathes him in, remembering that it can be okay. Remembering that they get a chance now.
Remembering the words.
What are you doing?
Changing the world.
So he tries that, too. Changing the world. He tries by winding his arms around Eddie, too, and breathing in again and again, learning that Eddie won't disappear if he does.
Slowly, he dares to move his arms, stroking along Eddie's back in slow, gentle patterns, lulling himself into a safety he hasn't felt in a while. Maybe ever. At some point Eddie begins to hum, and Steve thinks that it's just another one of his audible smiles, inviting Steve and the rest of the world to join in if they're so inclined. But then he detects a familiar melody in the vibrations of Eddie's neck against his skin, and he holds his breath to find out what it is.
His heart jumps when he recognises the song as one he used to listen to on repeat like a lovesick fool around the time his feelings for Eddie turned into something more, something better, something infinitely worse.
It skips and he forgets how to breathe as he lets his hands travel over Eddie's back, slowly and tentatively daring to slip underneath his shirt and touch his skin.
Eddie begins to sing, then, and Steve wonders if he's even been in love with him before, because nothing of what he's ever felt compares to Eddie's gentle, hoarse, sleep-rough voice as he sings Somebody to Steve, to their little bubble, or to the world outside.
"I want somebody to share, share the rest of my lifeShare my innermost thoughts, know my intimate details."
He closes his eyes as he listens, focusing on the vibrations, on the warmth, on the closeness, on how this moment is everything he's never even dared to want. Everything so perfect that he couldn't even dream it up.
Everything. You're everything.
He needs to be closer still, so be buries his nose in Eddie's neck and breathes him in, tangling their legs, filled with a breathless kind of joyful bliss when Eddie's breath hitches, too, and he stumbles over the words of the second verse as Steve tries to climb into his skin.
"I want somebody who cares for me passionatelyWith every thought and with every breath."
You have me, Steve thinks, pressing his lips to Eddie's pulse point. It's not a kiss, not quite. It's something deeper. It's a promise.
Eddie's hands come up to hold him there even as his voice carries through the drumbeat of Steve's heart in his throat, running fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, making him purr along to the melody.
"But when I'm asleep I want somebodyWho will put their arms around me and kiss me tenderlyThough things like this make me sickIn a case like this, I'll get away with it."
When the song ends, Eddie's words faded out, replaced once again by the gentlest silence, Steve feels raw. Vulnerable. Open and exposed. But he also feels safe, and loved, buried in Eddie's skin and held there, as though Eddie is just as scared of fading away as Steve is.
He lifts his head just slightly, enough to meet Eddie's eyes – only to find that they're closed, an expression so serene like Steve has never seen before. Mesmerised and overflowing with affection, he reaches out to trace the line of his brows, down to his cheeks and all the way to his lips, where his eyes are glued for a second.
The thought of kissing Eddie is right there. The opportunity is, too. But he doesn't. He barely dares to move as it is. But he does roll them over the rest of the way until he lies comfortably on top of Eddie, and tucks his head underneath his chin, finding one of his hands and lacing their fingers.
"You've got him," he breathes eventually. "That somebody. If you—“
"Yes," Eddie says, his other hand finding its way to the nape of Steve's neck to play with his hair again. "I want."
"Good." It's lame; far from what he wants to say. From what he has already said last night. It feels like they're doing this backwards, starting with the I love you and catching up with the slow build-up afterwards. "Good. Me, too."
"Good," Eddie hums, and there's that smile again that Steve can't help but mirror.
They fall asleep again like that even though it’s already late in the morning; cuddling and holding and cradling each other, still trembling slightly. Maybe that's what changing the world will do to you. Maybe that's the bravery more than the love.
Or maybe it's just Steve and Eddie. Steve and Eddie. SteveandEddie.
I love you.
~*~
It takes a bit for Steve to relearn loving Eddie. To not associate it with tragedy and sadness and a bone-deep loneliness that'll leave him breathless even on the best of days.
It takes a while for Steve to learn a whole new kind of breathlessness, a whole new kind of aching when it comes to Eddie.
And Eddie's not much better than Steve, pulling away when Steve wants him closer, swallowing his words and needing a second, third, fourth try until he learns that he gets to love Steve now.
Years of unrequited love, or feelings unreturned, of words put out into the universe with no one to receive them, are not easily or quickly unwritten. But every time Steve's breath gets lodged in his throat and he wants to run away, Eddie is right there to remind him of what they can have now. Every time Steve tries to be a little less of who he really is, Eddie is right there to coax him out of his head with gentle touch and a lot of hugs.
Every time Eddie starts to doubt himself and all the ways he makes Steve the happiest person on the planet, Steve is right there with the words he only has for Eddie. Words that don't get stuck anymore. Words that finally get a recipient.
~*~
Their first kiss, the first real kiss, doesn't happen that first morning. They spend the first week only holding each other, barely wanting to let go, hiding their vulnerabilities within each other.
Steve is worried about it at first, seeing Eddie so quiet, so reverent, lacking his usual cheer, his energy and snarky comments. He asks about it one night, ready to prove right that he isn't and can never be enough for him, that all he will do is steal the things that make him Eddie.
Eddie stops then, lifting Steve's chin with a finger when he's too scared, too ashamed, too vulnerable to meet his eyes on his own accord.
"Stevie," Eddie says, his voice so gentle that Steve immediately feels stupid for doubting. "I have loved you for ten years. I've had you for three days. Let me bask in it. Let me be unable to be myself with how absolutely and utterly overcome I am with the knowledge that I have you now. That I get to hold you. That I get to kiss you and keep you and... God. I'm not unhappy. I'm so much the opposite of that that I'm not sure there's a word for it. Other than devoted. Smitten. Bewitched, body and soul."
Steve wants to kiss him then. Almost does, with the way they're just staring at each other, breathing the same air —air that smells like Eddie now. In the end, Eddie just holds him, brushing a kiss to his cheek, his forehead, his temple, and whispers, "Let me bask in it."
And so they do.
Wayne called Eddie not long after with the words, "Chrissy just told me the wedding's off. Please tell me that means what I think it means."
Eddie just blushed, reaching for Steve, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "Yeah, I, uh. I finally talked to Steve."
There was a very loud cheer on the other end that made Steve laugh, falling into Eddie's side, holding him tight, a weight falling off his shoulders knowing that Wayne was okay with them.
You know, I always figured it would be you.
No matter what happens, you'll always be a son to me.
It made his eyes sting again, but he basked in the moment and in the knowledge that Wayne was on their side. Always has been, always will be.
"You better come here on Sunday, and bring Robin and Chrissy, too."
"Robs and Chrissy?" Eddie asked.
"Oh, you're in for a treat. I'll see your asses on Sunday, boys."
And with that, he hung up. Steve immediately went to call Robin, hopeful and giddy with Wayne's implication, knowing that Chrissy was Robin's person just like Eddie was his.
"She loves me," Robin said, on the verge of tears, and Steve joined here right then and there. "She's– Steve. She's so– She... God!"
"Yeah," Steve laughed at the ceiling above his bed, grinning because Robin sounded so happy, not even caring that she didn't have the right words for it, because he could hear Chrissy laughing in the background, too. Laughing and saying hi to him and interrupting Robin's ramblings and groans and giggles with kisses that always left her dumbstruck for a good two seconds each time.
When the call ended, he went right back to the living room, where he and Eddie started watching Pride and Prejudice before, and fell right on top of him with a happy, happy smile.
~*~
It happens at Wayne's, exactly one week after Eddie showed up at Steve's in the middle of the night. One week after the phone call. One week after I love you.
It happens in the soft glow of the fairy lights Steve and Eddie helped him put up years ago. I happens after Wayne hugged him tight once more, after he pulled Chrissy to the side and promised her that she's still his kid, that he still loves her, and that he's happy to see her smile like that. After he promised the same to Robin.
It happens when Wayne's inside to refill their drinks and Chrissy and Robin are caught up in each other that they're blind and deaf to the rest of the world. When Steve turns to find Eddie looking at him with the softest, gentlest expression.
"Eddie," he whispers, leaning in to rest their heads together, lacing their fingers and stroking his thumb along Eddie's palm.
"Yeah, baby?"
Baby. It fills him with butterflies, with the urge to scream, to shout from all the rooftops that he loves Eddie, and more importantly, that Eddie loves him back! Baby. Baby.
"I love you."
"Hmm. I love you more."
No, you don't. Just longer. "Can I kiss you?"
He can feel Eddie's little gasp before he leans in even closer, rubbing their noses together, cradling Steve's face with his free hand. "Please," he whispers.
And Steve does. He captures Eddie's lips, pouring into it everything he feels and more. Sealing the promises he's made and all the ones he's yet to make. The promises to love and cherish Eddie. To be brave. To be there. To stay and keep and bask.
It's nothing like their first kiss all those years ago. There is no question behind it this time. Only declarations, only promises, only the beginning of a shared future.
And there are many, many more after this one.
🌷🤍🌷 THE END 🌷🤍🌷
tagging: @sexymothmanincarnate @mcneen @livsters @eddiemunchondeeznuts @abstractnaturaldisaster @steddie-as-they-go @hyperfixationgoddess @goodolefashionedloverboi @stxrcrossed186 @eddiemunsonswife @bidisastersworld @ghost-ly-s @romanticdestruction @walkingaftermidnight07 @anaibis @rainydays35 @mightbeasleep @sunfloweringstories @korixae @tuesdaycats @totoroinatardis @ilovebookshowboutyou @musical-theatre-gay @theluckyalien @copingmechanizm @srra @changelingbaby @sassygoop @obsessivelyme @r0binscript @hardboiledleggs @estrellami-1 @bisexualdisastersworld @space-invading-pigeon @swimmingbirdrunningrock @y0urnewstepp4r3nt @oxidantdreamboat @spilled-jar @phirex22 @littlemsterious @captaingigglyguinea @animecookie95 @sharingisntkaren @haluton @littlemsterious @animecookie95 @suddenlyinlove @bisexual-bilingual-biped @jinx-nanami @makewavesandwar @scheodingers-muppet @morcantinon @hexdbog @homosexualhomocide13
god i can't believe it's over. i thank you, every one of you, who cheered for me, cried with me, screamed and yelled at me, and stayed with me throughout this past week. i have no words right now other than thank you 🤍🌷 and i hope this is okay
#steddie#steddie fic#steddieweek2023#steddie week fic#i feel like this one's a bit disjointed but i kinda like that about it?? little snippets that make a happy ending you know??#idk i hope you like it too (i always get anxious about endings tbh catch me vibrating out of my skin)#dio words#i cannot believe it is done. i cannot believe what a ride it's been. i'll find the words for it later i think. first we read. and we bask 🤍#morcantinon i am ENDLESSLY sorry i forgot to tag you even after you sent that wonderful ask please forgive me 😭🤍#i also forget a bunch of people who asked in the reblogs but dear god i hope you find this anyway i am all over the place#i will edit this and work in more chrissy/robin when i post it to ao3. but this is steddie week. and these are 15k words of an au#that happened spontaneously and within 2h each night of me flying by the seat of my pants. xD
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Oh, what a sin.
Babe
There's something broken about this
But I might be hoping about this
Oh, what a sin
#cotl narinder#cult of the lamb#cotl lambert#cotl the one who waits#the one who waits#cotl lamb#cult of the lamb au#cult of the lamb lambert#cotl au#cult of the lamb narinder#fnr au#Forgive and Repent au#bishop narinder#narilamb#true devotion#narinder x lamb#Lyrics: “From Eden” by Hozier#I totally didn't forget that I had a blog#𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 art
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Random TGCF AU of two days ago actually but it won’t leave me alone
Beefleaf AU where HX accidentally gets SQX pregnant… and revenge has to be put on hold because Shi Wudu loves his nibling a lot and is doing 90% of the childcare
#tgcf#random tgcf thoughts#shi qingxuan#shi wudu#he xuan#I can’t see any scenario where swd would trust sqx with a child#so he steps in to help and doesn’t take no for an answer#unfortunately this au also has him think hx is the scum of the earth#because hx (on account of being dead) initially did not believe he could have gotten sqx pregnant#and inadvertently accused her of cheating#which went over very predicatably oops#they make up eventually but swd isn’t the forgive and forget type#beefleaf#technically. if i wrote this it would be very much focused on swd’s relationships haha#swd looking after sqx when she’s pregnant and scared and has just been dumped#scheming with pm & lw on how to explain this child in a way that doesn’t harm sqx’s reputation#being a very present mother in law that hx would complain about on aita if it existed#teaching hx how to do childcare things because he’d better know these things even if swd is around#nagging and lecturing beefleaf nonstop and then being extremely soft when it’s his turn with the baby#kidnapping a doctor from the mortal realm with promises of wealth to look after sqx to make sure nothing goes wrong
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*arrives fashionably late for mermay with a tentaclemort in my bag* happy pride month btw
#art#hp#voldemort#mermay#mermay 2023#harry potter#hp art#voldemort art#harry potter art#there are so many capital m mistakes and it needed much more refining but you know what we forgive we forget we learn to let it go#this btw from the harrymort + little mermaid au that occasionally visits my brain
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hiiiiii bestie
i remember a while while ago, earlier on in the au posting you had the comics about clover first meeting flowey after they wake up n all lol lol lol
as a flowey enjoyer… im curious as to what u think their relationship would be like later on? :0 assuming clover ever forgives him ahah
i think they would be friends! but their relationship would be strained, sometimes
its easier to deal with the negative emotions clover has towards flowey when they dont. see him all the time. they can choose when to see flowey, so if they ever feel particularly mad or upset one day they can just. not see him. bc i imagine it would be difficult to see him after everything he did
i think the relationship would depend on if clover really knew flowey was manipulating them the whole time. they remember flowey using their soul so they probably put the pieces together; but tbh i dont think clover can blame him. probably call him crazy and not approve but i think clover would let it go AHDJSK
tbh i think they would be closer than anyone else (except maybe clover and kanako). just bc floweys the only one who can Really understand the shit clover went through. and flowey is trying his best to be… good so. they make it work i think
#asked and answered#monster clover au#mcau lore#i have. a lot of flowey posts in my queue rn tbh GAJDJS#one is a small insight on clovers thoughts about what flowey did#i think they would be a very ‘forgive but dont forget’ type person#bc if they can forgive ceroba why cant they forgive flowey too??#flowey was once a scared kid like them#and ofc flowey would feel like they dont deserve it but you know clover does not give a FUCK
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Regulus followed his Daddy down the dry path to the sheriffs station, arms crossed over his overly expensive clothes. His Daddy, the mayor of Hogwarts County, has business to discuss with the Sherrif and insists that Regulus come as he needs to meet the citizens of the town. Eventually, they made it to the sheriff's office.
"Mayor Orion!! How nice to see you in good health!" Sherrif Fleamont greeted, sitting up out of his desk to go shake Regulus' Daddy's hand. Regulus looked at the man in awe, he was undeniably handsome, and who was Regulus if not a simp for men in a cowboy hat?
"Sherif, nice to see you too, have you met Regulus? He's my only Son!" Orion replied smoothly as Regulus scowled at him, not appreciating the fact his Father had been ignoring his brother's existence.
"Ah yes! I've heard great things about you young man, great to finally meet you!!" Fleamont said, shaking Regulus' hand firm.
"Yes, yes, now I came here to discuss the ne-" Just as Orion had started talking again someone barged into the sheriff's office.
Oh.
Wow...
He had hazelnut brown eyes, Regulus was tempted to try to swim in them but then again, he couldn't swim. His hair going in all directions, untamable. He had round rim glasses and a smile that right enough nearly made Regulus swoon. And to top off this perfect cupcake, he wore cowboy clothes.
fuck.
"Hey, Dad! Oh- Sorry to interrupt it's just Mum told me to tell you that dinner's at 6 instead of 5:30 cause she's gonna be running a little bit late!" The boy said, his light brown skin glowing. Regulus couldn't tear his eyes away. Soon Brown met Gray and the boy in front of him's breath hitched.
"Yes okay, James thank you for telling me, hey... How's about you and young Regulus here go walk around the town together!" Fleamont proposed, Orion pondered the idea for a bit, "Hmmm... I don't see why not, my Regulus needs some better friends anyway, always seems to hang out with the wrong sort.." He points out.
Regulus rolls his eyes, and they end up landing on James, that was his name yes? Either way, he was looking Regulus up and down like he was a god of some sort.
"It would be my pleasure to become Reggie's new... friend..." James stated, looking Regulus dead in the eyes with a mischievous look. Regulus was not gonna let this opportunity slide, I mean James was gorgeous?
"Let's go then hm cowboy?" Regulus said tauntingly, standing up slowly and walking over to him, "I'll be home later Daddy" he said, looking James right back in the eyes as he said it, making James' jaw clench.
"Alrighty" Orion said, seemingly unterested in his son and more interested in this business with the sheriff.
Turns out Regulus was gonna do more than meet the citizens of the town.
#marauders era#dead gay wizards#the marauders#marauders#whiskersmoc#james potter#jegulus#regulus black#Sheriff's son james#mayor's son regulus#coyboy au#jegulus au#starchaser#Regulus being an absalute brat and being one of those kids who calls there dad daddy#SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBO-#slight smut ig?? Im so cheeky...#i know this is a bit weird but im tired and i knew if i didnt write something on this au then id forget abt it so take this#forgive me seaks
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Hello your sleeping beauty art is scrumptious. Also what is the sus quest like. Does everyone get in on it. Or bad touch. What about that.
You don't have to answer ofc.
Awee thanks im glad people like my stuff!
As for the queries… Well… When you’ve got someone like loop, who has done the house over and over again, yet completely fumbles at other things… and generally seems uncomfortable with everyone… Other Ideas Begin Appearing.
That is to say: I havent *fully* thought out sus quest yet (i forget it exists half the time, to be honest, since i never did it) but it ends up being pretty central! Things which might have caused siffrin to loop back immediately might not have quite the same effect with loop, if you catch my drift…
Bad touch, though! I think about it so much anyways so i will say this! Nope!
Well. Not really, at least. Loop wouldn’t dare. Less out of respect for isa, even (not like they dont respect him. He’s isa. Duh.) but more out of “i could Never do this to someone who isn’t Mine” complications. No smooching! It’s not allowed! Not as if there isn’t any equivalent interactions that make loop feel Worse, though. Everything hurts just a little bit more when you know you can never really have it all back
(or… can you?)
#i love hinting mysterious details. teehee#aside from that no i really havwnt thought about sus quest too much. but i have thought abt#loops relationship and thoughts abt the party when imitating siffrin#sometimes you think ‘do you think when odile was figuring out the timeloop she for a second thought abt the drunk theory’#sif stuff#isat sleeping beauty au#isat spoilers#twohats spoilers#forgive me if this is incomprehensible i am Very Very Tired#another thing- before i forget to mention it. even if siffrin is kinda comatose here… its not as if his presence isnt felt in other ways#something something subconscious. its still their wish after all
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(Collapses on the ground in shame) I THINK I FORGOT TO COME AND ASK FOR MORE OF UR WIP WEDNESDAY FOOD. WHICH MEANS NO VAMPDREW FOR MEEEEE
I will lay here until next week. - @jtl-fics
WIP Wednesday (9/13) | Vampire Andrew AU
Once they get to the rental, Kevin climbs into the passenger seat. And Andrew drops his ass into the spot behind him, content to have the entire backseat to himself. He doesn’t bother with a seatbelt, opting instead to sit sideways with his back to the door and his legs on the seat in front of him. He leans against the seat and crosses his arms, hoping to catch up on sleep.
However, that proves impossible with the two fools in the front seats thinking incredibly similar, but different exy-related things. Can’t they turn their brains off for a bit? Andrew pushes his fingers into his ears, but it doesn’t help in the slightest. Of course it doesn’t.
Andrew drops his hands back into his lap and wonders if the vampire who changed him could tell him how to turn it off. Even if he could, there’s no way Andrew could track him down. He doesn’t even remember what he looked like, only that he was at least mildly attractive the way all his hookups were.
Andrew had seen him at Eden’s and pulled him into the back alley and— After that, it’s blank. Zip, nada, nothing. Andrew doesn’t even remember if he got to blow the guy before he was bitten. Probably not. Andrew concentrates for a moment, trying to remember his face. Andrew thinks he may have had dark hair… but it’s all so hazy.
His memory has never failed him, so he suspects that the vampire must’ve altered it somehow. Made him forget the most important details of the night, the bastard. Andrew’s read Anne Rice, it could be possible. Not knowing exactly what took place that evening is something that keeps Andrew up most nights. And that part was worse than waking up the next day with a burning throat and aching gums.
Andrew huffs out a sigh and curses his existence for the millionth time.
‘Andrew,’ Kevin thinks suddenly, grabbing the vampire’s attention. Andrew raises a brow and Kevin looks at him in the rear view mirror. ‘You okay?’
Andrew nods subtly, then says, “Turn the radio on.”
Kevin nods and does as he’s told. To Andrew’s relief, the music helps a bit and he’s able to rest at least his eyes if not his head. After a few songs, Andrew suddenly smells blood. His eyes snap open and he feels his fangs extend automatically.
“Stop picking at your cuticles,” he hisses over Kevin’s shoulder. And Kevin drops his hands into his lap.
“Sorry!”
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#you did forget :( but i forgive you (for autistic reasons i must tell you that i'm jk. ofc i dont Expect you to send me asks that's silly)#but really if you had sent this super late. like on fucking monday i still would've answered it bc ily ash!!!! <3333#so surprise!!! a really long vampdrew post! (i got Inspired so yay!)#andreil#aftg#Vampire Andrew AU#WIP Wednesday#🕊️#answered#jtl-fics
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what if when they get four back they destroyed some paperwork four was doing and that paperwork was four's taxes so now the splatoon has to do four's taxes so she doesn't get arrested
Ok that's CANON in my story now as far as I'm concerned X"D
#“we can forgive world domination bUT FORGETTING TAXES IS TOO FAR-”#Splatsville authored probably#my art#my oc#splatoon agent 4#splatoon 3#splatoon#fuzzy agent 4#au#alis#shrimp#ross#inkling#squidkid#smallfry#shrimp smallfry#ross inkling#rossia
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listening to heathers while thinking about ideas for future drawings i realized that the song i say no (I already talked about this song for catradora) goes quite well for andrew and julia, probably a confrontation that would occur if andrew tried to get julia into All the cult shit or demons using emotional manipulation, but Julia is already fed up with Andrew's shit after having reflected on their relationship decides to throw dirt at him as he deserves it.
I want to see Julia confront Andrew, I want to see her making herself respected and reproaching Andrew for all his faults as a boyfriend, I WANT TO SEE MY GIRL DEFENDING HERSELF AND NOT DEAD GOD!
I just want to throw dirt at Andrew and give Julia the princess treatment she deserves :)
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escuchando heathers mientras pensando ideas para futuros dibujos me di cuenta de que la cancion de i say no(ya hable de esta cancion para catradora) va bastante bien para andrew y julia, probablemente una confrontación que se daria si andrew tratase de meter a julia en toda la mierda del culto o demonios usando manipulación emocional, pero julia ya esta harta de la mierda de andrew tras haber reflexionado sobre su relacion y decide tirarle tierra como se lo merece.
quiero ver a julia confrontar a andrew, quiero verla haciendose respetar y recriminarle a andrew todas sus faltas como novio, ¡QUIERO VER A MI NIÑA DEFENDIENDOSE Y NO MUERTA POR DIOOOOS!
solo quiero tirarle tierra a Andrew y darle a julia el tratamiento de princesa que se merece:)
#julia is my baby#tcoaal julia#the coffin of andy and leyley#julia tcoaal#the coffin of andy and leyley julia#if andrew and ashley end up killing her i will make aus where she lives and lives a happy life#all my homies hate andrew graves#andrew graves they will never make me like you#even if you're AMAZINGLY writen#i dont forget or forgive#the same goes to ashley but i like her more than andrew#Spotify
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