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samson-the-whale · 3 months ago

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So ... I made a self insert fore WIR ....ya

Name: Scrapper/scrap

Gender: male (this mf bisexual)

Age: in his game like 20s to 30s if we go with his game age like 30s or 40s

Game: Scrapper's scrape up

(its like punch out game mechanics game play wies)

Character interactions:

Hc he gets pumped up easily and likes to push people in the shoulder lightly but really fast when he needs to let out that excitement (t can be like a charging up a special move in his game) and might accidentally leave a bruise

When he does it to Ralph it tickles

When he punches Felix he says ow but then hammers his arm and it heals

When he did it to Calhoun for the first time she hit him across the room because she thought he was picking fights and fucking K.Od him with that bitch slap

Then was kind of apologetic after Felix explained and yelled "oh shoot sorry" then Scrap still laying in the floor gives a thumbs up and a strained "I'm ok...it's ok"

Also if he did the punching thing with Vanelopie she would just pixilate a bit and his punches would almost go through her shoulder kinda I think much like Ralph it would also just tickle

Ralph:

Before the whole plot of the movie I like to think Ralph liked him but was kind of bitter "he has huge fists and smashes stuff why am "I" the villain?" XD

Ok ok

So he and Ralph actually get along surprisingly well for you know one being the main character of his game and supposed "heroes" of the game and the other is well the bad guy. They both like punching stuff and hav a give each other a high five or fist bump while walking by each other so like buddys

Felix:

Him and Felix are more like

Felix: look at this cool thin-

Scrap: HOLLY CARP CHECK THAT OUT

Like literally one of the doodle sketches was Scrapper leapfrogging over felix to look at a new plugged in game

So he kinda is an annoying brat towards felix but always makes it in good fun like he's messing around with him with never an intent to hurt his feelings (even when he goes too far and accidentally does)

Vanelopie:

So now we got Vanelopie

There's actually this running joke sorta where scrapper really likes bright colors becus how I imagine his game has a very limited color palette except him for aesthetically pleasing reasons

So he'd actually stay away from brightly colored areas out of comfort before becoming more enthralled in other colors hens his fixation with casualty visiting sugar rush when he's bored

You may think oh then he must have met Vanellope while visiting

Well actually no he bye dumb luck he never met her until after the events of the first movie

So there knowing each other isn't really that strong yet

But because of him and ralph eventually becoming friends he grew a liking to the spunky little girl calling her shortstack all the time (despite him being a similar height) and or squirt

In response Vanellope calls him oled man

Calhoun:

Calhoun thinks he's like 12

He is not he's like 30-40 Like lectures him on his fighting form Thinks he's like inexperienced Finds him endearing if a little overbearing Finds his high energy useful in certain situations but exhausting at other times Is unsure...which fighting game he originates from Then bonding through duty or honor or avenging a loved one.

Sour bill (because I want more interactions and im hiperfixsaiting):

Scraper:Yoooooo a fellow rubber ball

Sour bill:what?

Ima say this shit now they would drink tea together because yes Scrapper doesn't like coffee he drinks tea

Sonic (because I can):

Mf cameos in scrappers game in later levels for no reason just because funny

It's like the meme

Scrapper: sonic? What are you doing here?

Sonic in scrapper's game: waiting for them to play Gangdemstyle

Ok so I forgot to put this in I was ryly hoped to post this but thanks to my friend @im-not-important fore spell correcting and helping come up with ideas(also did some of the Blu doodles in the Wight board drawings)

#silly #wir #WIR #wreck it ralph #wreck it ralph oc

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kasasagi-eye · 10 months ago

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wip ask meme Tagged by @veliseraptor

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs first of all, you guys have wip folders??? I have most of these on my desktop or just. Scattered in random places. I have a not very nice habbit to save fics under the name ms word chooses for them so some of these are just first sentences. I’m adding some info for those...if I even remember what they‘re about lol. I’m not including 10+ yo wips I consider abandoned and that mostly consist of two or three barebones scenes haphazardly held together by Paul Celan references. Two fics on this list are also wips I have no intention of finishing but as they’re both published and over 30k I decided they deserved a honorary mention. don’t worry neither is for svsss.

February Sun (hikaru no go, hikasai)

Shen Qingqiu clutched the fabric of his outer robes so hard that his knuckles turned white (svsss, bingjiu).

ghost light

The first impression Xue Yang has of Shen Qingqiu is this (mdzs/svsss xover, gen)

Revenant (death note, L/Light)

Three Wishes (svsss, jiuyuan)

In Vitro (Detroit Become Human, Hank/Connor)

lingering (svsss, bingjiu)

meijiu2 (svsss, meijiu, unsurprisingly lol)

blood from a stone (svsss, bingjiu)

Bury Me Under a Linden Tree (Death note, L/light, light/mikami)

a point of honor (svsss, liujiu)

ai (original novel)

Binghe pays for Shen Jiu’s virginity (svsss, bingjiu)

the squalor of your repair (svsss, bingjiu)

…that’s it I guess? I was sure I had a draft of Jun wu lewding Shen Jiu somewhere but couldn’t find it T-T. too bad. I dk that many people who write but here we go! @xpityx @ilip13 @nemainofthewater @marquisguyun @hellchilde @aledono @ectocosme @brawlite @shorimochi @foxflowering

#wips #ask game

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eddiediazes · 2 years ago

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8 shows to get to know me

@sibylsleaves tagged me in this and i klmasf REALLY in spite of appearances don’t actually watch much television! but honestly it makes this meme kind of easy thankfully klmasf also i wanna try to do more get to know me stuff on this account bc i feel like i don’t talk about myself much here but it’s not intentional! anyways!

The X-Files (have i seen the entire show? no. but did i name myself after fox mulder? yes. so. you know. i think he earns the number one spot here)

Twin Peaks (one of my mom’s favorite shows that was sort of passed down to me that way but truly i do regular rewatches of the original series it is so fundamental to me)

Supernatural (fundamental to the makeup of my DNA ever since high school - inescapable)

Granada Sherlock Holmes (to be clear, the jeremy brett series that ran from 1984-1994. i spent like nine years of my life being a HUGE sherlock holmes buff so i watched like all of the shows but this is the one that still holds my heart and that i actually still rewatch sometimes)

It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia (abrupt tone shift here but the number of times i watched and rewatched this show in college cannot be overstated)

Midnight Mass (my favorite of the mike flanagan shows, to explain why would require an essay probably klsamdf but in general i love mike flanagan and i love horror so.)

Ted Lasso (ANOTHER TONE SHIFT but. i’ve rewatched this show soooooo much and it’s so special to me now and i am watching the current season and it’s just. done a lot for me so.)

9-1-1 :) (like it could go without saying but i don’t want it to. i have never managed to like. binge and actually keep up with a show with this many seasons and stay active in the fandom and write this much for it)

honorable mention here really should go to glee - i did not watch the entire show but the way that season 2 is burned on my brain cannot be overstated. also klaine was one of the first fandoms i ever seriously wrote for, although most of that is lost to time due to the deletion of my old livejournal lkamsdf

i will tag some folks just for fun no pressure: @gaydiaz @colonoscopys @fallingthorns @iinryer @gayeddieagenda @comaboybuck @shitouttabuck @buckactuallys AGAIN NO PRESSURE. love u all, mwah

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justablah56 · 2 years ago

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*sighs* tell me about your fursona /lh /pos

ok first off- Vik is that you 👁️👁️ you're the only one who I know has seen my fursona recently sbjsjdjs either that or it's rae who saw it on your blog and didn't interact w it so I wouldn't think it was him if they went on anon lmao- but methinks its vik

okay now I'm gonna actually answer- bUT INSERT THAT ONE ENTRAPTA MEME- THE "IVE WAITED Y E A R S FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ABOUT MY THEORIES" YEAH THATS ME RN- anon I am looking at you with my big ol autistic eyes that are sparkling with this 10 minute unstoppable rant that is about to occur (✧⁠ω⁠✧⁠)

SO ! ampen right ? my little guy ? my baby girl ? my beloved ? I'm gonna talk mostly abt their physical design than their other details bcs I have more notes abt their physical appearance than anything :]

I have no idea what they are, I kinda just started drawing her abhdjsjsj but I think the two most notable animals he could conceivably be are probably a fox and a dragon of some sort (original I know) however I do want to give an honorable mention to my first draft of them, bcs goddamn I changed a lot abt her bsjdhsjjs. at first he was just completely a dog but I decided to give them those 3 fingered claw/hoof things, here's the very sketchy guy herself who inspired Ampen:

yeah snndjsn basically the only thing that stayed the same was the vague color scheme and the "hooves" changed from the hands to the feet. a lot of ampens physical design was just cool things I saw in other fursuits that I thought would be cool, like I just loooove the hoof feet, they look v cool and I just like them a lot, so I included them ! (I didn't in my first real drawing of ampen but then I did on their character sheet) same with the tail, I'm p sure at the time of ampens actual creation I had recently seen a dragon fursuit with that kind of tail and was obsessed with it, I tried so many different tails for him and none of them were looking quite right until I tried their current tail, and I love it . the dragon bit also comes out in her muzzle, it's a bit more pointed and sharp than a canine muzzle would be, again mostly just bcs I think it looks neat :] and I knew I wanted my fursona to have big ol ears from the very beginning, I didn't put them on ampen-rough-draft bcs I didn't start with the intent for him to be my fursona sbjdjdjs but anyways- the fur pattern took me a while to come up with, I started with just vague splotches of color in random spots, messed around with specific colors, I don't think I decided on the pink stitch mark things until like- the very end dnjsjjd I have no idea where I came up with it , I was just trying random things and hoping they looked right lmao-

I gave them glasses bcs . I have glasses . and I think it's cute and there aren't enough furrys with glasses :3 then added the piercings bcs I think they look cool and that's really it bajshjejskwks

anyways , now for the couple things that aren't visible on a drawing, I imagine her being like 5'4 MAX , he's pretty short . mostly bcs I am v short and plan to actually make ampen, and that's a height I could realistically get to accounting for the ears hdjwjdjjejdke anyways, I don't really have many other little facts about them since they're basically just me personality-wise, so make of that what you will ! I will however GLADLY answer more specific questions if you (or anyone else 👀) have them bcs it will give me an excuse to come up with answers abhdjsjdjsjjd

anyways- this is all to say that I'm in love with Ampens design and I really should draw him more often and also probably just develop them more tbh- BUT ! ty v much anon for enabling me to ramble about Ampen, they're my most specialest little guy and I love her <33

#just blahs #ampen oc #oc ampen #tee hee thank you anon <3 #furry oc #furry community

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anghraine · 2 years ago

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5 writers/5 things

I was tagged by @incognitajones <3

The meme is: talk about five things you might find in a story of mine and tag five writers to answer the same question.

I appreciate the "might" given the sheer quantity of things I've written. ;)

1- Positioning lead-in: I have no idea what the formal name for this is, it's just how I think of it. I typically start stories with some statement that leads into the character's head space before anything happens—it might be about their character or feelings about a specific person/issue, it might be a reference to a past event or a description of how things stand in or up to the moment. But I rarely drop directly into the plot or scene.

For instance:

The Steward Faramir was, Éowyn swiftly concluded, a strange man.

Jyn never forgot the moment when her mother’s body slumped to the ground.

In the first few years after his escape from Yakone, Noatak drifted: from place to place, from name to name.

2- Full names: I have a strong preference for using full given names unless it's very clear the character themself favors a nickname. If anything, using the full name is Significant—as with Elizabeth Bennet, for instance, who has nicknames among family and friends, but invariably uses Elizabeth in her own thoughts and narration. And that's what Darcy uses at the very end of the book, as well (<3). So in my P&P fic, I always refer to her as Elizabeth rather than Lizzy (or Eliza, lol).

3- Genderbending: This isn't the majority of my fics, but according to AO3, a mere ... 40 (out of 219). These are overwhelmingly "canon male fave -> Always A Girl", though in my head, the character is fundamentally agender and just mildly susceptible to socialization in whatever direction it's applied (i.e. my experience). So she'll be like "as a woman..." but also there's generally a certain amount of frustration.

These fics typically deal with gender in a somewhat didactic kind of way. Lucy Skywalker has to prove herself to get accepted as a pilot, Catherine Darcy has to marry to secure her inheritance, Fíriel of Minas Tirith got along well with a Denethor who never expected her to be a warrior, while Taraka of the Northern Water Tribe is terrorized by Yakone and, with better intentions, Noatak, in ways that are deeply inflected by gender. I regret nothing.

4- OCs: OCs have a bad reputation and people are often leery about including them in major roles, but idk, I've never been concerned about that. And I don't just mean characters we know nothing about but who presumably exist; I've always been willing to invent original characters out of whole cloth and just slot them in, like Cecily Fitzwilliam in various P&P stories, Devona Fairchild in pro patria, Efrah and Zekheret among others in ad astra, etc.

5- Not quite meta: I often push back against ideas/fanon I disagree with in fics and forward headcanons and interpretations that I prefer. This isn't particularly exceptional, but I do tend to be very deliberate about it. When I'm at odds with fanon, I'll go to pains to mention that (say) my Georgiana Darcy has dark hair or try to indicate that my Cassian is grey-ace or things like that.

Honorable mention: WIPs!

No-pressure tagging: @ladytharen, @kareenvorbarra, @irresistible-revolution, @brynnmclean, @melyzard

#anghraine babbles #meme #meme prattle #writing #fic talk

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a-musing-mixologist · 11 months ago

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“Look into my eyes” 👁⁠‿👁️

"No."

Send “Look into my eyes” & My Muse will BOLD What They See!

Revised/Cleaned/Added to the meme from here. Credits are to the original creator, not me.

I see:

You’re:

You:

#🍽Order Up || Answered #sillygum #salkdfjal; ok i snorted #🌷muse || kid

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qceensofkings · 1 year ago

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“Look into my eyes" {{Chaos}}

Send “Look into my eyes” & My Muse will BOLD What They See!

Revised/Cleaned/Added to the meme from here. Credits are to the original creator, not me.

I see:

You’re:

You:

@thechaoticcform

#Isabelle x Chaos #thechaoticcform #Responses from the Underworld (answered asks)

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sarcastic-clapping · 3 years ago

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for your consideration:

Help me fill this

#i don’t trust ANY of you putting color of the sky in lawful good #if you put color of the sky in anything other than lawful evil…….blocked #intent of the original =/= the intent of the proliferation or its appeal!!!!#this post has me regressing to my memeconomics days #also mishapocalypse belongs dead in a ditch but if it has to be here it’s chaotic evil #along with all other major spn memes/events #honorable mention in that category goes to destroying the cw and sam’s party city finale wig #i couldn’t fit it here but ides of march is chaotic neutral

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visiting-naturalist · 2 years ago

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August 1

I believe I am recovered from my experience enough now to record what happened to me after I entered the cave of Pikaman.

Entering the gloom with my lantern held aloft, I immediately felt a sort of all-over shiver, an electric force running up and down my body as if I’d just stepped through an invisible curtain.

I passed by hoards of fascinating artifacts and growths lining the cave walls that I longed to stop and examine: glowing crystals, humming moss, twisting golden filaments that squirmed along the stone, moving and alive. But I made myself move quickly along, until I reached a larger room, where stalactites and stalagmites met in tall columns.

And in the center: Pikaman.

His large ears swiveled forwards. He rose from his nest of colored string.

��I’m the Naturalist,” I called out, “I’ve come to meet you—to ask you some questions—?”

No reply.

I was, I’ll admit, wholly terrified. He was close now, towering over me. The prehensile feet which had made the prints which led me here—the shiny yellow fur—and those inhuman eyes, black voids, boring into me.

And then I realized: he did not understand me. I cursed myself—what prejudice I brought with me! To simply assume that any creature would be able to converse with me, even if he were willing! I suppose knowing of his impressiveness and intelligence I had thought—oh, but it hardly mattered now what I had thought. It had all been for naught, that much was apparent. I could not make my peaceful intentions known to him, so he would fall upon me in fury for entering his den, and nobody would ever hear of me again. My poor Intern, stranded, alone in a strange land…! I felt ashamed of my idiocy. I wanted to cry…

And then, as Pikaman bore down on me, looming, his mouth curling in a grimace, I heard the voice of the meme peddler echo in my ears…

For when words fail.

“🌿💡💓!” I shouted. I raised up the rings on my fingers and pointed them at Pikaman.

He stopped in his tracks. The grimace turned to a smile.

“🌿💡💓? 👆⚡️🏆💖!”

Suffice to say, we were then able to converse in a language we both spoke. Alas, he did not wish to have his origin known. I could not get him to tell me from whence he had come, or what his purpose was in coming, or if there were more of him—a whole distant land of Pikamen, as I had idly imagined.

But he told me that he was proud of me for braving the wilds of Tumblr to visit him: something nobody had yet done, and he had been quite lonely. And as a reward for finding him, in lieu of knowledge of his own history, he would give me knowledge of something else.

“Give me knowledge?” I asked. “But how?”

He beckoned me close. His fingers were very very long, and tipped with fur. Electricity sparked between them as he reached out to place them on my forehead.

And for one blinding infinite moment I saw it all. Tumblr in its entirety — machinery, magic, love — my consciousness flung out to the very periphery of this land, understanding everything, brilliance and darkness and laughter and pain and comfort all at once, the way thousands of souls slotted and slid together simultaneously in that dance of delight —

Then it was over. He had taken his hand away: the connection was broken.

“👁?”

I stammered, “Yes—yes, I saw it—I saw it all—😵��💫👆👁👌.”

“🏞2️⃣.” it all saw you too.

Which meant, I suppose, that my face or form has now been scattered temporarily across the land, just as Pikaman’s was. An unexpected honor, I think.

I don’t remember much after that, only I somehow made it back to my camp and slept for what seemed like at least a full day, exhausted by the experience.

Among everything else I must consider over the journey home, I find I’m most concerned about Pikaman’s loneliness. It is a trial of a journey, true, but perhaps now I must do my best to encourage others to pay him a visit. I was the first, but surely I shall not be the last.

And now I must make my way back to my base camp, where the second half of my Guidebook to Tumblr still remains to be written…

#quest #visiting naturalist

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neonponders · 3 years ago

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Here’s a prologue for my The Mummy AU!

This all started because of the moodboards above, created by @memes-saved-me and @harringrove000 . I just couldn’t help myself.

Here’s my original post about this au (it includes links to the moodboards) ~

And @hoegrove I know you wanted to see this so 🌹

Read on ao3 ~

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The overhead bulbs and candlelight cast harsh shadows and warm light throughout the grimy bar. Everyone glistened with sweat from the desert heat. The night brought with it gentle, cool breezes over the Nile, but in this packed place, the occasional thworp of paper and silk fans being thrown open could be heard. Even the swish of luxurious ostrich feathers swayed to cool people off.

Steve moved his legs to cross his knees, the papyrus green trousers brushing against the military beige breeches of the man sitting opposite him at their small, round, gambling table. They had gathered quite an audience; the messy pile of money had long since included bets beyond Steve and this man’s wagers. Steve hadn’t caught his name, but he felt the heat of his body through their trouser fabrics, and more than once caught himself staring at how the light gleamed in that dark blond, honeyed hair.

“You trying to distract me?”

“No,” Steve smirked, “I’m trying to get comfortable.”

“Stressed?” the man crooned.

Steve removed his gaze from those pin-made waves of his hair. They had long since given up their shape to the day’s heat, but a tress outright curled over this handsome bastard’s forehead. Steve dared to think he looked better unkempt. “Not one bit. Play your cards. You’re dressed like you have somewhere to be.”

“I’m in no rush,” he replied lethargically, like this was exactly where he wanted to be.

Steve let his eyes wander him a little more. “You sure? You look like a military man.”

“Honorably discharged.”

“Congratulations.”

Steve knew his eyes were blue, but in this lighting they looked like clear glass over onyx pupils when he tilted his head to look at Steve curiously. The latter retaliated before he even spoke. “Is that a strange thing to say?”

The blond shrugged with a gentle shake of his head as he plucked at his cards, rearranging them in his hand. “Only if you worship at the alter of hyper patriotism and military imperialism.”

Some chuckles sounded around them as harlots shared long, cigarette filter stems with their johns, and the barkeeps made glass clatter. Steve exhaled in a huff. “Whatever that means. I’d like to win, already. Play your cards.”

“You first, dear.”

He did, laying down his fan of cards underneath the row of cards from the dealer. The Madame of the place listened to their exchanges with amusement but kept it professional as she narrated, “Full house. Always something to brag about. And you, Mr. Hargrove?”

Hargrove, huh? Steve mused as he watched for any amount of discomfort on the man’s face. He didn’t get it.

“Straight flush,” the Madame said, aligning the winning cards with those from Steve’s and her own line. Steve had practically given him that win. And more of his father’s allowance than he would ever admit.

Hargrove moved a stack of chips to the Madame’s side of the table for a substantial tip, and then offered that hand to Steve. “Good game, Mr…?”

His eyes lolled under a slow blink before he accepted the hand. “Just Steve. It’s what I get for losing.”

“Let me top off your drink, at least, Steve.”

He took his loss with grace and stood to follow Hargrove to the bar. The crowd separated for him apart from a random slap on the back and long fingers stroking his hair in consolation. Hargrove reached the bar first, and watched all this while leaning back on his elbow. A light overhead moved across the exposed skin of his chest, just as honeyed as the rest of him, and the sparse hair there. Steve discretely lowered his gaze as if to not trip over the tiled stair raising the bar from the regular floor.

“Do you come here often?”

Steve snorted a quiet laugh and lifted his gaze. “You’ve already got me here. Ask me a real question.”

Hargrove smiled as the barkeep approached. “A bottle of red, please. Two glasses. It is a real question. People respond to you as if they know you here.”

Steve mirrored his stance and leaned into his elbow on the bar. “My sister and I come here sometimes. When we want to get away from…all of it.”

Hargrove hummed deep in his chest as the sound of a cork popping briefly diverted their attention. “Sister?”

“Stepsister, if you want to get specific, but she’s not here. You’ve only got little ol’ me.”

The barman poured two glasses without stopping, holding the vessels together with a practiced hand before he set them and the bottle on the bar. Hargrove paid him as he replied, “I have one of those. A stepsister, I mean. Although I don’t know how much it counts if you haven’t seen your so-called family in years.”

Steve reached for his wine and asked before he meant to, “Do you miss her?”

It was a bit too personal of a conversation between strangers. Hargrove’s pause made him quickly add, “You don’t have to answer that.”

“I’ll miss you, depending on how the rest of this night goes.”

Steve coughed on his wine. Hargrove chuckled as he offered a pale blue handkerchief to wipe his mouth. “Are you always this generous to people who’ve lost money to you?”

“Only the ones who are pretty enough to be a prize themselves.”

Steve’s eyes lolled in his head despite the rouge blooming in his cheeks and dusting across this throat. “If I’d known you were so used to winning I might’ve spent my money better.”

Hargrove’s eyes held steadily on him. “I’m glad you didn’t.”

* * *

Steve’s back pressed hard enough against the wall to break the kiss with a huff. He craned his face towards the sky as Hargrove made him shudder with soft lips and prickling stubble on his throat. They could hear the bar’s goings-on just on the other side of the exterior wall, but leaving the humid interior was refreshing on their wine-flushed skin. The darkness of the Cairo alleyway freed Hargrove’s hands to massage Steve’s backside.

As Steve caught his breath, he managed to slip his own hand between them, feeling the muscle of that chest for himself before he ducked to taste Hargrove’s skin. Salt and the neutral sweetness of a man’s skin. He liked the little sounds that Hargrove hummed while making a mess of Steve’s hair.

“I want this hair all over me. Better than silk.”

Steve lifted back up to frame Hargrove’s head in his hands, claiming and tasting and licking into his mouth. The way Hargrove kissed—like Steve was an oasis and honeycomb. Delicious and all his. It made Steve want to have him right here. Better than wine and cigars—intoxicating, having this kind of attention all to himself.

Hargrove hummed again, this time to get Steve’s attention. “Put your arms around me. I’ll do the rest.”

He didn’t fully understand until his trouser buttons slid free with ease. Steve openly moaned in the wake of Hargrove’s hand massaging his front, finding which direction his erection stood and easing it out into the night air. As his warm palm pumped him to aching readiness, Steve’s hands continued to wander Hargrove’s body. The man kissed him in a rush, almost brutally plundering his mouth before releasing to latch onto Steve’s collarbone.

One of Steve’s arms remained anchored around Hargrove’s shoulders. The rest of him rocked gently against the man intent to take him apart in a back alley—not that Steve minded one bit. His other hand pushed aside that half-open shirt to squeeze a nipple. Hargrove groaned deliciously and lifted his head to give Steve’s ear the same tantalizing attention—

Steve frowned a little at the hard and heavy rock of a thing knocking against his hand. It didn’t take much to pry the thing out of Hargrove’s jacket breast pocket. Steve didn’t have the time or the lighting to see what it really was. He had half a mind to hold onto it just out of petty spite. A token for taking so much out of his own wallet.

A reason for Hargrove to find him the next day.

Except a voice made Steve chirp, “Huh?”

And then Hargrove faced him with the same curiosity. They realized together that neither of them had spoken. Gas and oil lanterns were quickly moving through the alleyway, held aloft by harsh voices.

“Shit!” Steve hissed, rapidly putting himself back in his trousers. He yelped a choked sound as Hargrove yanked him out of the alley by his arm.

“We gotta go!”

“No shit!”

“Split up!”

“What?”

“GO.”

With that, Hargrove shoved him right into the vaporous air of a crowded hookah restaurant. Steve could only dodge and duck around rapidly standing patrons as the police flooded inside. The kitchen staff only reacted after he’d already dashed through the room, and by then, the police were too held up to catch up with him. Steve didn’t stop running. He heard yelling and whistles in the streets behind him, but he kept going—Hargrove’s strange stone clutched tight in his hand.

Only once he’d finished a very round-about path back to his lodgings, did he sneak quietly past his sister’s room and light a lamp to see his prize. The octagonal…thing…fit well in his palm. On one face, jagged lines had been finely carved, but all around its edges were familiar hieroglyphics.

“Oh. What the hell—better yet, what is a handsome American in Egypt doing with you in his pocket?”

Steve went over to his writing desk to find his glasses in a drawer. He popped them on and recognized a cartouche when he saw one. “Seti. Pharaoh Seti, huh? Well, Robin’s going to be all over this when she sees it.”

A shrill whistle outside startled him enough to drop it heavily on his floor. The whistle sounded far away, but he remained very still in case the wrath of a woman awoken before dawn barged into his room.

If Robin woke up, Steve remained blissfully unaware. He quickly undressed, washed as much of himself as he was able with the washbasin, and collapsed onto the bed. With Hargrove’s fancy artifact on his bedside table, Steve let the memory of sharp beard stubble and firm hands guide his own down to his cock. He got himself back to standing and finished what Hargrove started quickly.

But it was soft lips, open arms, and steady eyes that eased Steve to longing sleep. A slumber so deep that had his stepsister threw a pillow at him the next morning for oversleeping on her way to work at the National Library.

#harringrove #here we go again #the mummy!au #neonponders #pondermoniums #1920s!au #fic rec #updates will be hella slow

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not-bcring · 2 years ago

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dragcns-den asked: “In every moment a choice exists. We can cling to the past or embrace the inevitability of change and allow a brighter future to unfold before us.” — (( Makoto @ Nagito - after all the craziness has passed, seeing how things are going with the after-game Dr2 babs on the island. Because Nagito deserves the chance to interact with the Hope Boi again lol )) @not-bcring

Originals Rp Meme || Accepting

There’s only a soft smile in response, how honored he was truly to be able to speak with Makoto again. Then again, he’s honored whenever anyone wants to speak with someone like him. Nagito knows well what he means by those words, and he certainly believes them himself. Though sometimes, to keep that brighter future, certain weeds have to be trimmed. Or at least, one would think so.

“I would expect no less from you, after all you’ve made quite a change for the future in the name of hope yourself. Those who cling to the past are who need to be cut out so that the future can remain bright, or it’ll simply keep cycling back because of those few people, don’t you think?”

✩ 「 resiliency-in-starlight 」 ✩

「 ☆ 」 Nagito is an interesting soul, to say the least, and Makoto knows that he’s barely scratched the surface of what lies within the fellow Lucky Student. Although, now that he’s known more commonly as the Ultimate Hope, perhaps Makoto no longer has any right to the title? Yet, no matter what he’s called, Makoto still feels a tie towards it. ‘ Luck ’ is what brought him to Hope’s Peak. To his friends. And yes, to the tragedy that befell them... But also eventual victories, hard-earned through sacrifice and stubbornness, and the bonds forged in the fires of the Hell that overtook the world. A devastation that is slowly but surely being set right, greatly thanks to the help of those now confined to Jabberwock Island.

Sometimes, Makoto wonders if the others comprehend just how much he owes to them... To everyone. With as much praise AND criticism as he gets— especially now as he works to rebuild Hope’s Peak and the symbol it provides for the world —it can be easy to feel like other get overlooked in a shadow he has no desire to cast, nor does he try to make span any longer than it already has. Unfortunately, the previously despaired don’t have much choice but to remain set aside... for the moment. Makoto has no intention of forcing them on the sidelines inevitably. They deserve the same fresh start that everyone else is getting.

Whether or not they believe it.

❝ Well... I wouldn’t put it exactly that way. ❞ Makoto replies, a light, slightly-nervous laugh lacing his words. Not out of any unease towards Nagito, but simply a habit of sharing his opinions that he has yet to shake. After a lifetime of people preferring he be quiet, it’s difficult to accept that his words hold as much value as others now seem to think. Looking at Nagito, the shorter male beams with a more easy-going smile, ❝ I prefer to think of it as— those who cling to the past, especially if it’s a dreary one, can be shown a better way. People aren’t incapable of change, no matter how difficult that change may be to achieve. ❞

Looking back in front of himself, Makoto’s voice softens, as does his expression. Appearing more thoughtful as he takes in the expanse of the sky above them, ❝ I have to believe that... Because that’s what Hope is. It’s not giving up, even when things are at their darkest. It’s seeing the light, no matter how dim. ❞ Grimacing, Makoto’s gaze falls to ocean before them instead. Taking in the steady crashing of the waves. Beautiful... but deadly in the right circumstances. ❝ I know that some people can be more... challenging than others. But- if our first instinct is to cut down what doesn’t fit in the world we’re trying to create, then.... ❞

❝ How long until it gets easy? Until we cut before we even try. Before we think to try... Before we know it, we could lose some of the most beautiful flowers just because we mistook them for weeds. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#danganronpa 2 spoilers #anime spoilers #(( *hands u... a lad* ))#not-bcring #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ’ʟʟ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ; ɪ’ʟʟ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪ ɢᴏ! ❞ ¦ 「 Makoto IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴇʏᴇꜱ? ❞ ◌ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ!ɢᴀᴍᴇ ¦ 「 Makoto 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Nagito 」#resiliency-in-starlight #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ɪꜱ ᴛᴀʙᴏᴏ; ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɴɢ; ʙɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴɢ: ᴀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ! ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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airxn · 2 years ago

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dragon & thunderbird

mythical creature ask meme.

DRAGON: How does your muse connect to fire?

It’s very traumatic actually! His original family burned in the flames of a raid and he watched his mother become engulfed by it. So while he’s fine with controlled settings, like campfires– anything involving wild fires will send him into a frozen panic. Though oddly he’s fine with forest fires by starting small ones. Only because he knows they’re vital for new growth in forests, and as Domnul of his territory he culls back parts of the forest here and there.

THUNDERBIRD: Does your muse value honor?

Fuck no! They’d both refer to honor as human ideology. There’s no true honor in nature as fauna do what they can to survive. There’s respect, but honor is not part of that umbrella. Airin will never see himself as an honorable being and will not value honorable acts. He will simply see them as actions and focus on the intention of said actions– whether good or bad.

#Documents.#volcania #Ask.#( i see what u did there I SEE IT )

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catncore · 2 years ago

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look into my eyes -- pleeeeease notice me

Send “Look into my eyes” & My Muse will BOLD What They See!

Revised/Cleaned/Added to the meme from here. Credits are to the original creator, not me.

I see:

You’re:

You:

#felidaecantus #` ✦ ↷ ʳᵉᵖˡʸ▐⋮ noise erased. ★★★★★ ┊ answered.#// he expect sho to stab him in the back he has the moment to #// use him till he gets what he wants if it was ever that situation #// then leave him for erasure

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 4 years ago

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Could I ask for some Dr2 boys with a vampire s/o? Thank you have a good day🥺💖

Yea! Hope you have a good one, too! Just for fun, I’ll add the idea of vampire s/o being able to shapeshift into a bat!

......

Nagito

He met you a dark alleyway, where he had to take a different route home because of a closed sidewalk (he stepped in the wet cement, of course).

It turns out to be a dead end so he goes to turn around....only to be tackled from behind and fall face first into a puddle.

He realized just how unlucky he is today, especially when he’s turned over and sees your red eyes and sharp fangs; your intentions to kill him are made pretty clear.

But the fact he has the most nonchalant reaction ever (after the initial surprise of seeing a vampire passes) made you hesitate.

When you tell him your name, he recognizes your talent and starts babbling about how “honored” or “ashamed” he feels seeing an Ultimate with a talent of supernatural origins.

You recognize him too and awkwardly help him up, apologizing for attacking him.

To make up for it, you invite him over to your place to study (though you ended up explaining more of your talent’s abilities while he’s got this lovestruck intrigued gaze).

At some point, you both started going out--and it actually kinda works

Because you’re immortal his luck doesn’t hurt or kill you (though there’s been occasions where the sun randomly comes out and your skin burns a little), and he helps you become more comfortable around people, even introducing you to his class.

Gundham

When he first met you, he didn’t know whether to be frightened or fascinated.

You possessed the abilities of a vicious bloodsucker?? On this very same earth that he walked on????

Despite how threatening you seem, you’re actually just another Hope’s Peak student like him. And you have no intentions of randomly killing anyone.

He takes a liking to you after that realization, finding himself being entranced by how ethereal you are.

Tries confessing to you by offering his blood, though you just laugh and reassure him you liked him, too, much to his shock.

When Gundham sees you turn into a bat for the first time, he’s amazed (you end up riding on his shoulder a lot, even the Dark Devas don’t mind!)

“You foolish mortals, prepared to be terrified by the presence of my beloved dark beast of the night, s/o~!”

“....uhh dude, that’s a pet-”

Seeing Kazuichi’s reaction to you turning into a more human form had you and Gundham laughing.

Fuyuhiko

Once you flew your way into this tsundere’s heart, he sees just how protective you are of him and his clan.

You strike targets down from the shadows and leave no evidence.

Even better is that you get free blood out of it! You don’t complain much because of that.

He doesn’t want you to start thinking like Peko, so he does remind you to take it easy and he genuinely loves you. You’re far from just a tool to him.

Speaking of the swordswoman, you two often joke about who’s more protective of Fuyuhiko.

Though you’re surprised when she gives you that title, acknowledging how happy you’ve made her young master.

Even though your circumstances are far from normal, dating just...helps you two feel like normal high school-level students instead of high school-level ultimates.

Teruteru

He’s basically the “well mark me down as scared and h0rny” meme.

His reaction to you admitting you’re a vampire is such a shock and something you never would’ve expected, so you just stand there like “.....excuse me?”

But he says he had his suspicions for a while, given how you avoided garlic at all costs.

Though back then he just dismissed it as an allergy.

He’ll try to introduce you to cooked meat and non-human blood to dissuade you from going out at night and hurting innocent people.

On date nights he’ll bring out red wine and in the mornings he’ll get cranberry juice. It may not be blood but it’s the same color so--

Thanks to Teru, you’ve come to like more foods and find alternatives to satisfy your never-ending hunger.

Hajime

Vampires?? Are real??? What--

As if talents couldn’t get any more bizarre than the ones he’s already seen...

He has a hard time believing you’re an actual vampire, so you just show your fangs and how they’re not detachable ones.

When you jokingly as him to give you his arm, he freaks tf out but you just laugh and reassure him you won’t drain his blood.

From then on he decides he’ll believe you.

Although he doesn’t wanna see you harm anybody, he won’t stop you if you absolutely need to take someone’s blood.

When Izuru’s personality merges with him later on, he still has the Ultimate Vampire talent, too, though he doesn’t have any major bloodlust.

Even so he prefers to cuddle with you in dark places for some reason...but you don’t mind it.

#clanask #anonymous #danganronpa x reader #sdr2 #nagito komaeda #nagito komaeda x reader #gundham tanaka #gundham tanaka x reader #teruteru hanamura #teruteru hanamura x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader #hajime hinata #hajime hinata x reader #vampire #vampire reader #halloween #headcanons #tw blood

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