#please i need to stop having good ideas

[hungharrington]

Mayhaps a second part to the no-nut november story could entail... Readers turn? so either a full month of READER having to endure the curse of being horny and being at steves mercy... where steve is like "if YOU break before the end of the month: I get to fuck you" just to switch it up ya know, or something like that. Or maybe steve wants a second chance but reader has to take part too...so both of them get more pent up as the weeks go along... and they try to get the other to break first... also, and each one has a different 'bet'. Like: If I win I get this, if YOU win bla bla bla" Oh the possibilities....they truly are endless...

ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES!!!! oh my god both of you doing it at the same time and trying to make each other break…. god anon ur mind….

it would turn into an all out war. you start wearing low-cut tops, even go as far to flash him at the most in opportune moments, ‘accidentally’ getting your shirt wet at a party and letting it get a little see-through because steve has a direct line to his dick that is activated by boobs — plus he has this really adorable ticked off face when he’s getting turned on and is trying really hard not to be. and he’s obsessed with your boobs bcos ofc he is <3

but it’s not like he can’t get his revenge! he would notice how you fixate on his hands and put on a vulgar show for you, his thumb rubbing tight little circles on the edge of his cup, eating something a little too messy so it can end with him licking each finger clean with that skillful tongue of his, his pink lips smirking at how your thighs are pressed together not as subtlety as you think

having a moment at a party together where you end up in the bathroom, pressed up against the sink, both of you kissing fiercely, meanly, steve biting your bottom lip and you getting back at him by leaving a hickey under his ear. you’re both raking fingers down each others back, pulling on hair, your hips rutting against each other, trying so hard to get the other to crack first, to cum in their pants— and then having to shove away when it becomes alarmingly clear you’re going to cum first if you don’t stop and you’re both panting, staring at each other, keyed up and wanting but both so stubborn

and then you would fuck anyways, against the bathroom sink, so hard the mirror on the wall shakes a bit while you’re both riling each up up, panting in each others ears about how much you’ve wanted this for the whole time the challenge has been going on

[paintpanic]

Res AU Joronia drawings. Character rambling and bonus doodles under cut.

This AU takes place a good while after the events of Triple Deluxe happened. Since then, Taranza's mostly recovered mentally from everything. He was able to move on from his grief and (somewhat) forgive himself. Now that Joronia's in his life again, seemingly back to her former self, some of those wounds he'd thought were fully healed have started to ache again. He still feels ultimately guilty for what happened to her.

He's thrilled that Joronia's been given a second chance at life, but is somewhat wary deep down. This feels to good to be true, that she's just back with seemingly no strings attached. The other shoe could drop any day now, and he could lose her all over again. Fearing this, he wants to make the most out of what could be a short time to be together again with his friend.

Joronia senses that there's a distance between the two of them now that wasn't there before. It shouldn't be surprising; he's probably still hurt from what she did. Other people definitely are. She's determined, though, to work hard to make it up to everyone she's hurt, and to prove to them (and herself) that she's not really like that, that she's capable of being better.

The Mirror's influence twisted her mind and her perception of reality. It made her feel like she was inadequate, and that everyone else were enemies to be subjugated. Now, she's supposed to be normal and better, but she still feels like there's something wrong with her head. She still doesn't feel good enough, and it still feels like everyone hates her. It's hard to trust herself. She's not sure if it's some lingering effect of the Mirror, or if there's just something inherently wrong with her now. She's scared.

She's afraid that something will happen, that she'll revert to how she was as Queen, and that she'll hurt Taranza again. Someone who'd always helped her, who'd stuck with her even when she was absolutely horrible to him, and who's kindness she's relying on again now, staying at his home as she worked on getting her life back together. She's a burden on him, and she always has been. She hates it.

Still, her deepest, most selfish wish is that they could be real friends again.

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These two need to have a long, honest discussion about their feelings toward each other and themselves. Both of them are absolutely terrified about that prospect, though, because they each think that the other secretly resents them to some degree. If they actually talked through it, they'd quickly realize that they both want the same thing.

[extravagav]

Yk I never did truly recover from the sick fic chapter

[luck-of-the-drawings]

smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.

[longagoitwastuesday]

I have learnt things about Geto that I wish I could unlearn

[disposal-blueeee]

[feral-radfem]

All of y'all pretending like heterosexual women are the only ones who experience misogyny, or experience the most misogyny, are not (just) being homophobic, you're being misogynistic.

You're denying women's sex based oppression is real or it's severity. So maybe sit down and shut up and realize that we are still women despite the fact that we are not sleeping with men. You have the ability to make the choice not to sleep with men too. It's not an inaction unique to homosexuals.

I will spread any feminist praxis I want, and if it's insulting for me to reiterate the ideals we preach in these spaces because I'm a homosexual then you can go ahead and be insulted. SSA women have just as much claim to these spaces as you do because we are women and these spaces are for fighting misogyny, which we all experience. It's not just for tackling the misogyny y'all are uncomfortable with, it's for tackling all of it. Get with the program, ladies.

[corrodedcoughin]

something something southern boy eddie being jealous of nancy and steve growing closer (even though there's nothing going on between them and it's all in eddie's head) and going to an open-mic night in country bar a couple of towns over to sing jolene.

that's it. that's all i got. i just want more eddie singing dolly parton songs and he'll be such a petty lil jealous bitch that jolene fits him perfectly. okay, hope you're having a lovely day friend!

oh my lord do NOT get me started on Dolly Parton loving steddie. I believe and will promote it!! Southern boy Eddie just feels right somehow, I love everything you said.

Now you are going to have to forgive me for all inaccuracies because I am not American but here's some thoughts.

Eddie thinking Steve and Nancy are getting closer, they've been spending more and more time together, heads bent close and talking in whispers. Every time he sees them it feels like a fist around his heart and windpipe a hot, uncomfortable thing that makes him want to turn on his heel but finds himself staring and hurting instead.

He deals with it the only way he knows how, through music and who better than miss Dolly? He spends nights in his room blaring out Jolene, and I will always love you. Sometimes he mixes it up, adds new artists in Willie Nelson with 'Always on my mind', patsy cline 'crazy' and whatever else he can torture himself with.

Wayne handles it as best he can before he's knocking on Eddie's door shouting to turn it down when the soundsytem starts to rattle the mugs on the shelf. He loves Eddie like a son but if he loses another mug to Tammy Wynette's laments he's going to start hiding his record collection from that boy.

Without an outlet for his heartbreak Eddie gets restless so one day after he sees Steve and Nancy whispering and smiling again he jumps in his van and drives, speakers turned up and when he stops he finds himself a couple of towns away outside a bar with some pretty interesting clientele that, while keeping a low profile, are clearly having a good time. He gets curious and Eddie has never been somebody to shy away from his own curiosity so he goes in and what he finds changes his life.

There is such an amazing mix of people, couples and non-couples and most of all, a complete lack of stares or judgement. He keeps looking around, a smile on his face grows when he sees the stage when the barman is at his elbow

'You here for the open mic night? You look the type anyway'

Eddie turns to face the man, certain that this is a place he is coming back to

'Not this time, but sign me up for the next one'

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It’s a few months down the line and Eddie is a regular, carved himself a spot on the stage in this evidently accepting and thriving gay bar.

He is gearing up to go out, ready to pour his heart out after seeing Steve pick Nancy up and spin her around, his whole mood souring and the overwhelming pain and sadness sitting low in his stomach. It had been manageable up until then, difficult sure, but manageable. So tonight is the night.

He walks up to the mic to familiar cheers and heckles; he always has such a varied set but never a bad word said about him. Eddie gets himself settled on the stool, acoustic guitar in hand and without giving himself a chance to look at the crowd he starts with the opening notes to Jolene and silence spreads across the audience. Eddie gives it everything, holding nothing back and the bar patrons join him in the chorus. He puts all his sadness into his performance, catharsis in its purest form. He aches and the audience aches with him, it finally feels good.

He looks up then and makes eye contact with the girl that has broken him. Nancy Wheeler stares at him across the bar, she stands in a gap in Eddie's eye line, somehow with nobody in front of her. Sad eyes seeing something in Eddie he never planned on sharing with her. He looks down immediately, not wanting to completely self-destruct in the middle of his set. But that's when he catches Nancy's hand, Nancy's occupied hand holding another hand. A distinctly non-masculine hand. He looks back up. Robin Buckley? Holding hands with Nancy Wheeler? Eddie has to park that thought, can’t let it into his mind when he has his set to finish but it finds a place to sit, to be addressed later, he's curious, not hopeful but definitely interested in this turn of events.

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He finishes his set to applause and takes an ostentatious bow, packs up his stuff and shuffles off to the bar, hoping to get a drink and think about what he saw. Eddie manages to get to the bar when Nancy intercepts him, Robin in tow. He should have known she wouldn't ignore him, not when Eddie has actually been in her house, made small talk during the summers when the school couldn't be used for Hellfire and Mike's house was the only available spot.

'Hi Eddie, I just wanted to say, WE both wanted to say, that was great. Really great. Right Robin?'

Robin swings forward, hand still attached to Nancy's and starts to talk, going over Eddie's playing, song choices and then the cover of Jolene. Both her and Nancy change their body language at that lean close, soften their eyes, seem to pick up on something Eddie was showing but not telling.

The thing is, Eddie knew about Robin, they'd had talks in the band room cupboard, tentative at the start but then more open as time went on. They had a trust between each other that neither took lightly. And because of that, Eddie felt protective of Robin, doesn't want to see her hurt when she has clearly opened herself up to somebody new.

Just then Robin shoots off, says something about the bathroom which leaves Eddie and Nancy together. Eddie doesn't really know what to do with himself, doesn't want to talk to the girl that is responsible for his heartache but also doesn't want to let the opportunity to protect his friend go. So he doesn't think, just throws himself in at the deep end and hopes for the best

'You know Ms Wheeler, never thought I'd see you in the kind of place. Taking a walk on the wild side before returning to your castle?' It's not nice but it’s not overly hostile, he hopes

'Yeah, well Robin wanted to come and I thought it might be fun. Let her show me the ropes a bit'

Eddie raises an eyebrow at this

'Wouldn't it be better to come here with your boyfriend? Does he even know you are here or you just here to get some kick from Buckley where nobody can see you? Go back to you 'normal' life in the morning?'

To her credit, Nancy doesn't get angry, raises her head to look Eddie directly in the eye and begins to speak but is interrupted by Robin making a reappearance next to Nancy and then, much to Eddie's horror, a voice comes from behind him

'Ah the love bird reunited at last, don't know how you survived without breathing the same air quite honestly'

'Oh, shut up dingus, I know for a fact that you are disgustingly co-dependent so don't even start'

And that's when Steve fucking Harrington comes up to Eddie's side, places an arm on his bicep and squeezes

'Hey man, you were amazing. That Dolly cover? Goosebumps dude! I'd love to hear more if you know any of her others?'

Steve is leaning in close to Eddie, he is smiling at Eddie, he has his hand ON Eddie's arm. Eddie...may have misinterpreted some things.

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It's another few months down the line and Eddie is about to step on stage at his familiar open mic night. He walks up on stage, electric guitar this time, plugs it in and tunes up, not giving the crowd any attention. Then, when he feels ready, his eyes are up and he finds the familiar pair in the crowd. Steve.

Turns out the time he and Nancy had been spending together was to plan romancing Robin and the spinning? That was when Nancy had finally secured a date. He feels silly for it now but hey, worked out in the end, right?

Eddie smiles wide, gets close to the mic so it’s almost muffled

'Stevie darlin', this ones for you'

And Eddie starts Dolly Parton's 'Baby I'm burning' as the audience gets up on their feet and Nancy pulls Robin and Steve onto the dance floor. It's loud and it's fun and Eddie doesn't stop grinning the whole time, smile evident in his voice as he sings and he sends his thanks out to Dolly.

[caruliaa]

if i loved this ship less i might be able to read fanfiction about them more

[kyouka-supremacy]

Does anyone know where I can find the good quality version of this image? It's so frustrating because when cross searching on google it'll tell me the original quality is 850x478, but I can't find a way to download it in that quality. This is another version of the image (I'm guessing it's Mayoi promo art):

But I liked the clean white background one...

[kiwipineappleparasol]

The Final Saga Of My 2022 Ace Attorney Scribbles

Alot was on the cutting room floor, but I think I got all my Relatively Decent stuff from this year posted . Art will be much more sporadic from here on out of course but I will try to Actually Post when I make things ... Maybe 👍

[wretchie]

,

[poke-cove]

EVERY DARKRAI HATE POST HAS BEEN CANCELLED IT'S GONNA HELP ME CHEAT ON MY MATH TEST

[mochinon-yah]

I think i'm just full of repressed aggression, and it's all slowly seeping out every time i interact with the world

[luscinai]

What does it feel like to die?

Cold, Lucille would say. Sterile. Death is white walls and whiter sheets and lights too bright they’re blinding because she’s been staring at them for too long.

She supposes everybody would feel cold when they die. They should—whether it’s from their blood pooling around them or a slow death from poison like her, it’s the active, rapid loss of heat. What she didn’t anticipate is exactly how bone-chilling it could be.

"Leave me. Turn off the lights, would you?" She croaks, voice heavy with exhaustion.

The doctors look at each other before looking back at her. "But—"

"I said leave. Let me have my moment in peace."

Lucille releases an exhale she didn’t know she was holding as the door clicks behind them, snuffing out the last of the light for the much more comfortable darkness.

The sheets shuffle as she sits up in her bed.

It’s hard not to feel odd about her current state of helplessness. She’s all too aware of her rate of deterioration—in spite of her powers’ best efforts to heal whatever damage there is, her body’s getting worse every passing day. She could only be grateful for her relatively pristine appearance despite everything.

Her eyes look up towards what she could assume is another wall. Guilt lingers somewhere at the back of her mind amongst all the thinking. She hopes her family will forgive her for leaving without notice like this, every passing breath one nearer to the last, but it’s a necessary choice.

Another exhale.

Mom told her she wanted to put her into the Lazarus Pit. That was the plan since long ago after they figured out she was deteriorating—a side effect from Cadmus’ doings. From her powers. There’s some irony in being killed by the power that’s supposed to keep her alive and whole that she decided not to point out.

Is it gonna work? Fuck if she knows. But mom had reasoned that it’d worked well enough with Jason, and if the pit was going to work the way they understand it would, it’s going to bring her back to life and allow her to live with a proper lifespan. In theory.

In theory. Lucille doesn’t know if she should trust it all that much—their understanding of the pit’s properties are subpar at best. She just couldn't find it in her to say no when her mother was beside herself with grief.

She'd also be lying if she says she doesn't want to give it a fair try. The thought brings her some solace and takes it away in the same beat; nice to know she wants to live like any other human does, but—and she hates to keep repeating herself—nobody knows if it's gonna work.

Her hands reach for a thin blanket to wrap around herself in a shiver, legs curled up as close to her body as possible. Christ, it's cold.

Why's she even thinking all this anyway? It's way past time for any regrets.

Lucille chuckles dryly.

Her toes wiggle in a futile attempt to work any remaining warmth back into her body. She's heard about how you're supposed to have flashbacks of your whole life when you're close to death, but all she's been finding so far are stray thoughts and some vague memories of bygone times. That, and the fucking freeze threatening to eat into her blood.

Everything feels a bit too muddy, too heavy. No room for thought. She thinks it's better she lays back down instead.

Her head plops back rather unceremoniously into the pillow faintly smelling of disinfectant. Eyes on the ceiling, except she's no longer blinded by what lights there were before.

It feels like she's just going to sleep. She's pretty sure that was the intended effect that mom and the doctors decided on in their wishes to give her as peaceful a passing as possible, though all that's doing for her is fooling her into a false sense of security.

Or was that intended as well?

Maybe. Mom was very, very determined she'll wake up again.

The corners of her lips quirk into a smile. Had it been anyone else, whether Dick or Tim or Cass, they'd have said it's a terrible idea. Steph would have other opinions. And Jason would likely choose to ignore the whole ordeal altogether.

( she doesn't have to wonder what's going on with Bruce. Mom probably already had a fight with him regardless. )

The tips of her fingers feel frigidly numb.

She should really tell someone to turn down the A/C.

AUG 27, 24. —— a nightingale's dying thoughts.

[crossbackpoke-check]

about to be sooo nosy so. my apologies. but. morgan frost? girlfriend? do share (or don’t! again this is so nosy i’m sorry)

for legal purposes i can neither confirm nor deny anything about morgan and his girlfriend but afaik i think he’s single right now? at one point (within the past four years 😭) he did for sure have a girlfriend and that is the extent of my wag knowledge