#sounds pretty epic huh

[comas-are-for-sleeping]

sometimes its not actually very good but your gay and transgender

[claire-starsword]

"continuing like 80 years of US foreign policy" which includes genocides but not in their own country, so it's therefore not nazi-like in the slightest. cool.

okay i love your posts and work and understand why you hate the US and both parties (reasonably) but can we please stop with like. just the biden slander. like haha biden old and dumb bothers me because it equates 81 year old continuing like 80 years of US foreign policy and 78 year old who openly paraphrases NAZI rhetoric in one of the worlds superpowers. like i fucking hate biden and am vocal about this but equating status quo old guy and fascist old guy is such a false comparison

you (plural, i have multiple of these asks rn) gotta reflect a bit on what you're using your political campaigning energy on if your biggest issue of the day is me making a shitpost. my post i made last night literally just comments directly on the two biden press conferences that day where he first referred to ukrainian president zelensky as "president putin" and then later referred to his vice president kamala harris as "vice president trump".

i am making fun of the CURRENTLY SITTING president of """""the free world""""" who's very clearly not in any position anymore to be doing this job. none of what i said in any way even pits him against trump, but im not making fun of trump because right now he's fucking irrelevant as he's not currently in control of the most powerful country in the world. i sure hope he still won't be after november, but you're not going to win this election by getting mad at some european tumblr user who made an observational joke.

there is so much more i could say about this and especially how meaningless this election really is when it's suddenly taboo to at all criticize the lesser of the two evil, who as a reminder, has been actively aiding the genocide in gaza and has now thrown trans kids under the bus for some minor campaign points. i somehow remember there being this thing about how biden was the compromise candidate but surely we could push him to the left, but hey, what do i know about politics.

[actuallysaiyan]

pretty pretty please with mirko from mha + “Look at you shaking! Am I too rough?”

warnings: kissing, training, roughness, fem x fem, dirty talk, teasing

my first time writing Mirko, plz be gentle

 Everything this woman does has you inspired. She’s not only so beautiful, but she’s also so strong. The way she just delivers her moves so epically, it’s got you drooling over Mirko.

And you were lucky enough to win a meet and greet package. To go to dinner with your pro hero, that was your dream come true.

Except, she wasn’t what you thought. She was a lot more reserved than what you imagined. Though not impolite, she didn’t put too much effort into this dinner. Especially when you were almost too tongue tied to talk to her.

The next time you ended up seeing her, it was during a partnering up event with your agency and hers. When she finally got to see you in action, her thoughts on you changed. You were much stronger than you had let on the first time you two had met.

And from then on, Mirko decides to become friends with you. Still, she wondered what you were all about. You tried to keep your feelings secret, but you weren’t able to for very much longer.

“You’re not hitting me with your full strength! Come on, I know you can do it!” She shouts, pushing you back.

Your hang outs usually consisted of the two of you training and pushing each other to go to new heights, but this time you were feeling something different. She could sense that you didn’t want to go hard on her, which was making her angry.

She throws a punch, which knocks you back and has you clutching your stomach. You look up at her, wondering how you’re going to get back at her. Then she grips you by the shirt, slamming you to the wall. You shake at the way she’s looking at you. 

Mirko surprises you with a passionate and hungry kiss. You let out a cute little moan as you weren’t expecting that. Your heart thumps in your chest as she continues to kiss you, her body towering over yours as she keeps you pinned to the wall.

“I knew you liked me,” she purrs in your ear.

It’s not long before she’s pushing you down on the wrestling mat and tearing open your shirt. You’re left in just your sports bra and leggings. She pushes a knee between your legs, grinding it against your core. The sounds you make just for her makes her feel like her whole body is on fire with passion and need. She keeps you pinned to the mat, kissing you and biting your neck. You can’t help but shudder with every move she makes.

“Look at you shaking! Am I too rough?”

You want to shake your head no, but you’re really loving every moment of this. You bite your lip seductively as she reaches into your leggings to toy with your pussy. There’s a filthy look in her eyes as she notices just how wet you are through your panties.

“Oh I guess you like it rough, huh? Good girl…” she purrs in your ear again. “I like my women tough, just like me.”

dividers: @adornedwithlight

[twst-drabbles]

Malleus and Silver 4 (2–1)

Summary: You wait for Silver to come and save you from this thorny situation. You doze off and wake up to him having an epic battle with Malleus.

(Hopefully the numbers aren't all that confusing. This is the 4th drabble I've written about Malleus and Silver, and this is a continuation of the Malleus and Silver 2 drabble. I think this is how I'll be doing continuations and sequels.)

You laid back down as soon as your phone call with Silver ended. The way he spoke to you sounded rather enthusiastic. Well, not exactly the right word, more… happy? Well, either way, it seems this situation you find yourself in has Silver looking forward to taking care of this. Like he's had tools sitting in the back of his house, collecting dust and now he gets to bust them out. You'll admit, you understand the feeling.

A practically florescent green caught the corner of your eye. Looking over, you saw Malleus's head just barely peeking over your window, thorns parting only enough to accommodate him. Reminded you of a cat that knows you forgot to feed it.

"You gonna let me out anytime soon?" you asked, propping your head up with a pillow.

There was only a huff and the light of green fire lighting up just below Malleus's chin. The shadows dancing on his small face only made him look angrier. He turned and crawled away.

"That's a no then."

Briefly, because you know Silver doesn't exactly live the closest to you, you dozed off. You had a dream, for a moment, probably something fairytale-like but it was over so quickly that it slipped from you. You woke up to the sound of an odd… thwacking sound? It sounded like wood hitting against plastic.

Getting up, you noticed the thorns once curling your window shut have parted. You went over and opened it, finding you have a perfect view of Silver caught in a battle with the very small, very aggressive Malleus. Via one big wooden sword and one tiny one.

What?

"Silver?" you yelled, "What are you doing?"

"Huh?" Silver looked up, then ducked down just as Malleus swooped in, missing his strike at his forehead. "Oh! I'm battling Malleus!"

"Yeah, but why?"

"I need to tire him out!" Silver didn't swing his wooden sword, he simply positioned them to block Malleus's own onslaught of attacks. The little critter blew his green fire, but Silver's fake sword merely sparkled as it reflected the flames. "It won't take long, I promise!"

You shrugged and leaned your weight against the window sill. "Alright then."

And, true to his word, it didn't long at all. Malleus soon flopped over on the nearest branch, dropping his tiny sword and mouth falling open as he panted. Mighty magical creature he may be, he's still bound by his small body's limitations.

Though, to be fair, Silver looked quite tired out himself. He was leaning most of his weight against his fake sword.

"Did you make that fake sword for Malleus?" you asked, because you're genuinely curious. Him fighting with a sword was more Silver's thing than Malleus. It's weird. Off. Malleus summoning a boulder to crush Silver with was more suiting.

"Yeah, I did." Silver poured water over his head, enjoying the breeze that came to cool him off. He wiped the extra water off his brow. "I made one for Lilia, then Sebek, and then Malleus got jealous when I didn't make him one. So I did."

Ah, yeah that makes sense. Malleus would feel left out and, from what you can tell, he hates that feeling more than anything. The evidence is right there, surrounding your house.

"I'm surprised he decided to fight you with that sword." With how angry and huffy he was, you figured he'd be pulling all the stops and trying to keep everyone away.

"Well, he doesn't really want to hurt me, so he probably wanted to fight on equal ground," Silver walked over to the wheelbarrow he brought over, placing his fake sword, and pulling out a silver axe. "Either way, he knows the dragon has been defeated. And soon he'll wake up to some nice ice cream."

"Ha, that's pretty nice of you, Silver." You pushed yourself up, getting ready to go downstairs to help Silver out.

"You want a treat too?" Silver rolled up his sleeves past his elbows, getting ready to use the axe against the thorns. "I'll buy whatever you want."

"Can't say no to that." Ever the spoiler, that Silver. Anyways… "Hey. Wouldn't it be easier if you had those expensive wood saws, or something? An axe is going to take a long time."

Those thorns are pretty thick from what you can tell.

"I don't want to scare the little lord with all those noises. That and when he's being really fussy, he tends to break them. And I don't have the money to replace them one after the other."

"Ah, yeah that makes sense. Well, keep doing what you're doing."

"Don't worry. I'll get you out in less then an hour."

"Don't push yourself Silver. Can't have you collapsing now."

[fairyhaos]

✰ seventeen as boyfriends: hoshi edition

event taglist (send ask to be added): @rubywonu @cinnamoroxie @belladaises @wheeboo @minhui896 @slytherinshua @kokoiinuts @jun-of-love @dandycharmer @sweet-like-caramel @hannyoontify @doesthismeannothingtoyou @fashionminghao

pairing: hoshi x gn!reader

genre: fluff, headcanon, mini scenario

word count: 528

warnings: none

notes: hoshi edn. of the 500 event

hyper, clingy, protective, encouraging, basically everything

will be your biggest (!!!) hypeman ever, praising you endlessly if you do something well/ something you were scared of doing. loves telling everyone your list of achievements, especially if you’re too shy to say it yourself

bc why are you shy??? you’re The Most incredible in his eyes

bullies you into joining in his horangi agenda, even if you ‘hate’ it bc pls. you’re dating him like you’re not exactly allowed to say no

type to store away every piece of information about you in a special drawer in his brain, making an effort to remember everything you say, because you’re precious to him, and he wants you to know he remembers and he cares

also just. adores you. it’s not even simply love anymore like this man is Gone.

he loves with his entire being and without hesitation and every day, he swears he’s falling even more in love with you when you ask him about his day or leave post-it notes around the house or appear out of nowhere to give him a kiss before disappearing again

you’re his rock, his comfort, and he’ll love you even when the world ends.

“Y/N. Y/N.”

“What?”

“I’m bored,” Soonyoung groans, and then drapes himself over your lap. You lift up your arms obediently to allow him to be as dramatic as he wants across your legs on the sofa, not taking your eyes away from your phone. “I’m so bored! What do I do?”

“Cook something,” you say absentmindedly, and then realise it’s your boyfriend you’re talking to. “Wait, no, don’t cook something.”

Soonyoung whines again, shuffling around a little so he has his head in your lap, looking up at you. “I need something to do! Why is everything so boring suddenly?”

You just hum, not really acknowledging his agonizing pain. “Dunno.”

“Hey, pay attention to me,” he huffs, then sits up properly, poking you in the shoulder until you eventually look at him. You look a little exasperated, but also a little endeared, and he just grins. “There we go! Now I get to see your pretty eyes properly.”

That makes your cheeks heat up a little, even as you put down your phone and roll your eyes. “You’re bored, huh?” You think for a little. “Wanna pull a prank on someone?”

His eyes widen. “Who are you thinking of?”

“Oh, we could do it to loads of people,” you say, and a grin is spreading across your face, beautiful and mischievous. “It would be epic.”

He pats your knee, excited, already certain he’s going to love your idea. “What? What?”

You beam. “Wanna buy a hundred plastic chicks and hide them everywhere in everyone’s apartments?”

Oh, that was just brilliant. Soonyoung gapes at you, eyes sparkling, and then he’s whipping out his own phone, immediately searching up where he can order those mini chicks in bulk.

He pays for the first one he sees with a flourish then turns to you, grinning widely. “This,” he says, “this is why I love you.”

You laugh, and he swears it’s the most beautiful sound ever. “I love you too.”

[sidekick-hero]

let the impulse to love and the instinct to kill entangle to one

(steddie | wc: 918 | teen | written for @steddiemas and @steddieholidaydrabbles (prompt: came back wrong) | tags: fluff, first kiss, kas!eddie

"I'm not staring at you. I'm staring at your ugly ass sweater. What is that thing?" Steve asks, aiming to sound appalled but failing miserably. There is too much affection in his voice, laughter echoing in every word.

He thinks he can't be blamed, though, because Eddie looks ridiculous in that big green and red sweater with Rudolph the Reindeer on it, pulling an empty flying sleigh. Especially with the gray tinted skin and the sharp teeth and the fucking wings that spilled out of the cuts in the back of the sweater.

"Where's Santa, huh? Did you eat him?" Steve laughs and Eddie chirps again, this time clearly offended. He pulls away from where he was leaning against Steve, climbs off the bed and retreats to the farthest wall. Standing there in a defensive pose with his arms crossed over his chest, Eddie hangs his head and hunches his shoulders, making himself small. His long, black curls hide most of his face, but Steve can still see the onyx color of his eyes gleaming in the dim light of his bedside lamp.

The sight makes his heart ache in his chest.

Getting up from where he's been sitting cross-legged on his bed, Steve pads over to him, determined to fix whatever he's done to make Eddie look like this. But when he ducks his head to catch Eddie's eyes, all he gets is an irritated growl as Eddie turns his head away from Steve's searching gaze. Behind him, his tail flicks back and forth angrily.

One thing he didn't know about Eddie before, but learned pretty quickly, is how damn stubborn he can be. Good thing Steve is not one to give up easily, having spent nearly four years babysitting teenagers.

His hand slowly reaches out, making his intentions clear until it rests on Eddie's forearm. He learned his lesson when Eddie first started coming to his room late at night, still has the scars to remind him of that lesson. He knows that Eddie didn't mean to hurt him. Steve just startled him the first time he reached out to touch him without warning, eager in his excitement to see Eddie alive.

Things have changed since then. A lot.

Eddie is less cagey, no longer afraid of Steve. He tolerates his touch now, even seeks it out. But he still doesn't take well to surprises. Steve wonders what happened to him all those months he was lost in the Upside Down and thinks maybe it's better he doesn't know. He's not sure he wouldn't do something rash and epically stupid if he did.

"Sorry, Eds, I know you don't eat people. It was a dumb joke, I didn't mean anything by it." His thumb smooths over the tense muscles he can feel under the soft material of the sweater. It looks like it should be scratchy, offending more senses than just his eyes, but it isn't.

Just like Eddie looks scary, but isn't.

It seems to be the right thing to say, because the onyx of his eyes takes on a warmer shade, like very dark chocolate or the first precious coffee of the morning. Eddie chirps again and shakes his head.

"No, I mean it, Eddie. I don't think you're a monster. I know you wouldn't hurt anyone, it was a really stupid joke. I guess I'm still an asshole sometimes and -"

Eddie interrupts his ramblings by bumping his head against Steve's before nuzzling close to his neck, chirping and purring. He still can't talk, even though Steve hasn't given up hope that he will, but that doesn't mean he can't communicate.

"Okay, okay, no bad self-talk. Got it, jeez. You're worse than Robin, I swear," Steve laughs as he runs his hands through Eddie's soft curls. Secretly, he doesn't mind letting their bodies do much of the talking. Words have never been his strong suit, but this? He's damn good at this.

"But honestly, what's with the ugly ass sweater, huh?" He can't help but ask again as he practically holds Eddie in his arms. He's colder to the touch than a normal human, but Steve doesn't mind. He always runs a little hotter than most, so it balances out perfectly.

Eddie pulls back a little so he can look at Steve and points to Steve's chest with his claw.

"Me? What do I have to do with this? It's not one of mine, is it?"

Eddie shakes his head and his claw taps Steve's chest again, then points at himself and the ugly sweater.

"I'm sorry, Eds, I don't -"

The claw moves from his chest to his face and Steve holds still, his eyes crossing as it follows the deadly weapon. Eddie's finger touches his mouth, effectively shushing him, before the tip of the claw slips between his lips and pulls ever so gently at the right corner of Steve's mouth, forcing a crooked smile.

"Sssseve" Eddie hisses, the first words he's spoken since he returned not quite the same as before, and it clicks.

"You were trying to make me laugh?"

Eddie beams at him. "Ssseve," he says again, chirping with delight and Steve can't help but kiss him. Eddie freezes for a second under his mouth before kissing him back urgently as more sounds pour out of him between kisses, chirping and purring against Steve's mouth.

So what if Eddie came back a bit wrong? He came back to them. To Steve.

In his book, that's worth more than normal anyway.

[azu1as]

You are amazing! Amazing! And I'm a greedy person, so I propose: Older! Time traveler! Baek Cheon and Tang Bo compete for Cheong Myeong's affection. CM is oblivious and CMun is in hell reserved for protective older brothers. Those perverted bastards! How dare they lust after his precious, naive and innocent sajae?! He'll break their heads!

You're so sweet to me 🥺🫶 thank you so much!!!!

also I ADORE TIME TRAVEL AUs sm you have no idea how giddy I got when I saw this ask WAHAHAHA

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"Oh? He's pretty handsome..."

Tang Bo almost spills the alcohol he was pouring into his cup. His eyes immediately snap towards Chung Myung's face as he slowly lowers the bottle back on the table.

This guy slouched in front of him wasn't someone who gave compliments that easily. It took months of nudging and stubborn insistence for Chung Myung to finally admit that Tang Bo was 'passable-looking, sure, whatever'—a compliment that had to be drawn out tooth and nail but one that Tang Bo won through hard work and effort.

So, surely, he must have misheard Chung Myung's muttering.

"Did you say something, hyung-nim?" Tang Bo asks, smile twitching stiffly at the way Chung Myung's gaze remained locked on something—someone—behind Tang Bo as he took a long sip from his own cup.

"That man behind you," Chung Myung replies, pointing at the subject of their conversation with his mouth non-too-discretely. "He looks like a traveling prince or something."

Tang Bo doesn't know what minute expression passed through his face, but Chung Myung catches it well enough and raises a questioning eyebrow at him.

"I'm serious." Chung Myung insists, not realizing that Tang Bo is irritated for a completely different reason. "He really does look like some well-off to-do guy."

Tang Bo huffs and turns around without any subtlety whatsoever, determined to see what 'this prince guy' looked like to have managed to snag his hyung's attention so easily.

Tang Bo lets out an indignant noise. Okay, he'll admit it. The guy was abnormally handsome. He had well-defined androgynous facial features and an equally well-defined body, Tang Bo thinks, as his gaze locks onto the man's thick and muscled arms.

There might have been merit in Chung Myung's comment about this guy probably being a prince of sorts. If he was, Tang Bo would hedge a guess that he was a runaway one.

The man wore faded, plain white robes without any discernable insignia marking him from a sect or family. He had a similarly white headband strapped across his forehead with dark bangs framing an unblemished face.

If he was trying to disguise himself or hide his identity, he was doing a terrible job at it. Despite the simplicity of his outfit, his presence alone (and face) demanded attention.

"Told you." Chung Myung cheekily says, laughing at Tang Bo's disgruntled expression.

Even Tang Bo could admit that the man looks like he stepped out of one of the many heroic epics that common folk often passed around through books and verbal tales. How unfair.

Grumbling lightly, Tang Bo turns back to their table and throws back his cup of alcohol. "Bet he's just some rich runaway brat."

"Eh? Probably. But—ah, huh?"

A shadow falls over Tang Bo and he watches as Chung Myung's surprised face ends up trained above Tang Bo's head.

"Hello." The man greets them with his deep voice.

Ugh, Tang Bo grimaces as he pulls back his chair away from the man's shadow. Even his voice sounded handsome if that were even possible.

But Tang Bo was the gentleman between him and his hyung, so he replies, faking politeness, "Can we help you? My companion and I are in the middle of a meal together, you see."

Tang Bo tenses, immediately on guard when he sees the man's eyes sharpen as it turns towards him, clearly recognizing the dismissive tone Tang Bo used.

Other than an indecipherable flash in his eyes, the man's face (which felt more punch-able by the second, if you asked Tang Bo) remained unchanged.

The disruptor kept his gentle smile and Tang Bo was certain that he chose to stand where he did because of the way the lightbulb illuminated his face from above.

"It's alright, I can wait."

If Tang Bo had any less self-control, he would have already grabbed the man by the lapels of his faded robes and tossed him out of the establishment himself.

Who the hell was this man to have the audacity to look at his Chung Myung with such a warm gaze as he said that?

"Ha. Ha." Tang Bo grits out, a vein in his jaw ticking.

He doesn't care if this man looks like the textbook and fairytale version of a heroic warrior. His shamelessness should cancel out that stupid-looking face of his...!

Tang Bo feels a part of his soul leave at the unfairness of it all when Chung Myung shifts in his seat in involuntary self-consciousness.

Normal people wouldn't have noticed that—hell, not even Chung Myung himself probably realized!—but Tang Bo knew his hyung. They've spent too much time together to not not know each other's body language.

So why?

Why the hell did Tang Bo just spot a smirk on the man's face, huh?!?!

Chung Myung's eyes waver momentarily for reasons Tang Bo couldn't pick out, but Chung Myung hesitantly (why, hyung?!) opens his mouth and asks, "Have we...met before?"

Tang Bo's eyes nearly bulge out of his skull at the flirtatious-sounding sentence.

He knows Chung Myung doesn't realize it, but his hyung was personally handing over a signed warrant to this man, allowing him permission to take as many shameless liberties as he wanted.

In times like this, Tang Bo wishes his hyung wasn't as socially oblivious as he was.

He knows it's a futile hope to wish that the man missed the opening. But he seemed to recognize that Chung Myung was asking the question with pure face value.

Nonetheless, Tang Bo wishes he hadn't suggested this very detour for some alcohol because then they wouldn't have encountered this tall man in front of them.

The stupid, headband-wearing man hums as he fiddles lightly with the pink tassel on the hilt of his sheathed sword.

His gaze goes a bit distant as if recalling a far-off memory, and when he blinks back to reality, he lets out a deep, vibrating chuckle and locks eyes with Chung Myung.

"You were unforgettable."

Tang Bo's lips tremble. Why did it sound as if this man was insinuating something? His words felt like a romantic confession as well as a pointed barb directed at Tang Bo.

Chung Myung coughs lightly at the odd compliment thrown at him and throws back in one go the remaining alcohol in their shared bottle. He chuckles awkwardly before motioning at the man to sit down on the other side of the table.

Tang Bo doesn't think Chung Myung realizes it, but a light pink flush is spread over his cheeks.

And Tang Bo, unconsciously crushing the cup of alcohol in his hand, knew that it wasn't because of the alcohol.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

pulling out of the angst listening to "A Pirate Today" for the chaggie spear kid and tripping directly into them and vaggie being pirate nerds together while disney princess charlie SUFFERS

Billy: “Mom? How come mom has a super cool epic eyepatch, and no one else at the hotel does?”

Charlie: “Be-caaauuse she’s… missing an eye?”

Billy: “Oh! Why’s it missing?”

Charlie: “Uh.”

Billy: “Did someone TAKE it?”

Charlie: “Well-”

Billy: “Are we gonna get it back for her?”

Charlie: “That's a nice thought but I don’t think-”

Billy: “Was it glass, like a marble? Or was it REAL? Did it bleed?? Did someone cut it out of her head with a knife after she refused their dastardly orders and paid the price in her own flesh!? Is that how she met YOU and lost her heart as well!???”

Charlie: “…..”

Charlie: “You’ve been reading Vaggie’s pirate books again, haven’t you.”

Billy: “She says I’m too young to read ‘em.”

Charlie: “Uh-huh. Which one are you on?”

Billy: “The Curse of the Skeleton Crew and the Bedding of Bonnie Bodyripper’s Beautiful Bounty Huntress.”

Charlie: “And the WHAT OF THE WHAT NOW???”

Billy: “There’s a lot of boring parts I skip past… but the fights are AMAZING!”

Charlie: “…I.. think we should get you some of your own pirate books. CHILD APPROPRIATE pirate books.”

Billy: “’kay. But what about mom’s eye. Can we really not get it back for her?”

Charlie: “You’re really hung up on the eye thing tonight huh.”

Billy: “She bumped into a table again.”

Charlie: “Aww, kiddo- she’s done that so many times, she’ll be okay!”

Billy: “… I was the one who’d moved it. And didn’t put it back.”

Charlie: “That’s okay too. Everyone makes mistakes-”

Billy: “It was a pirate ship and she was picking up the old bottles uncle Husky let me use for secret messages, after aunty Angel Dust almost slipped on one in his heels. Mom dropped some when the table bumped her.”

Charlie: “Well sounds like someone forgot to sing their ‘clean up, clean up’ sea shanty song~” (grins)

Billy: (doesn't grin back)

Charlie: (droops) “Did you help her spiff up the ship?”

Billy: “I was TRYING to! I just wanted to hand her a bottle, only I was on the wrong side and she reached out too far and touched my hand and-”

Billy: “…”

Charlie: “…the flinching again?”

Billy: “The bottle broke when she dopped it, that time.”

Charlie: “It’s okay.” (hugs them) “You know it’s not about you, right?”

Billy: “Someone hurt her didn’t they.”

Charlie: “Mm." (hugs tighter) "Vaggie’s had a pretty, adventurous life, even before I met her and we started the whole hotel thing.”

Billy: “Did the person who hurt her look like me?”

Charlie: “Oh baby that’s not why-”

Billy: “So they did.”

Charlie: “NO. Not at all. They don’t have your big smile or silly laugh like you do.” (hugs them closer) “There’s no one anywhere who’s like you, and Vaggie doesn’t want you to be anyone else ever.”

Billy: "Were they a bad person?"

Charlie: "I don't do the whole bad-person good-person. They were. Not nice."

Billy: "Like a pirate?"

Charlie: "I think calling them that'd be an insult. To the pirates."

Billy: “….was mom a pirate with them?”

Charlie: “She… she’s more of a pirate now, kinda. One of the good ones.”

Billy: “Saying fuck it to dumb rules and laying it all on the line for her new captain and crew?”

Charlie: (wincing) “I need another talk with your ‘uncle Husky’. Also, Vaggie doesn’t have a captain.”

Billy: “But if the hotel’s her ship, and you founded it, then-”

Charlie: “-then we’re co-captains!”

Billy: “Mom. That’s not how ships work.”

Charlie: “It is on THIS one.”

Billy: “Her being your first mate makes more sense though!”

Charlie: “Noooope! Our ship, our rules. AND our rules still include bedtime!” (scoops them up)

Billy:  (grumbling) “There’s gonna be mutiny over this someday…”

Vaggie: (slipping out of the shadows) “Aye, but not until you’re old enough to yell about it not being a phase, apparently. Ye scallywag.”

Charlie: “I STILL can’t believe dad told you about that.”   

Billy: “Mom! I-” (shyly) “…sorry about the ship. And the, glass and the stuff.”

Vaggie: “More of a shipwreck, yeah? Don't worry.” (smiles) (holds up note) “The broken bottle had a message in it.”

Billy: “Oh that’s-!”

Vaggie: “It’s got SEKRET written on it, in something that’s probably not blood-”

Billy: “Aunt Niffty helped with that.”

Vaggie: “…written in something that’s probably just rat blood...”

Charlie: (groans) “Great. More ‘child appropriate environment’ talks.”

Billy: “Heheh.”

Vaggie: “Anyway, here.” (hands over note) “Pirates respect each other’s secrets.”

Billy: (gingerly taking it without touching her) “No they don’t? None of the ones in your books do.”

Vaggie: “My books- sweetie, which my books?”

Charlie: “Bonnie Bodyripper.”

Billy: “Curse of the Skeleton Crew!!!”

Vaggie: “Oh thank ff…eather dusters…. Not one of the wild ones then.”

Charlie: “THAT’S not a wild one!?”

Vaggie: (shrug) (at kid) “Did Bonnie Bodyripper read the bounty huntresses letter when she found it lying on the cabin floor while looking for her clothes?”

Billy: “No…”

Charlie: “LOOKING FOR HER WHAT.”

Billy: “She’d’ve seen the betrayal coming sooner and could’ve stopped it, if she had.”

Vaggie: “But she wanted to trust the huntress. You read the ending?”

Billy: “It’s the best part! The huntress swings in and saves her! They kill SO MANY guards together and blow up a SHIP and and and-”

Vaggie: “Yeah okay right, uhhhhh- the actual ending. On the last page.”

Billy: “Bonnie says she fell in love with a huntress who could hurt her and she was okay with that.”

Charlie: “Ehhh.”

Billy: “It’s like with the sea, mom. There were parts of the huntress maybe Bonnie’d never find out about, and she was okay with that too! Because the parts she did know were something the huntress had shared with her.”

Charlie: “Aww, that’s…”

Billy: “And then they wrestle.”

Charlie: “…still not something you should be reading yet, yep.”

Billy: “What’s boring wrestling have to do with anything?”

Vaggie: “Forget the wrestling. Point is, people hurt each other sometimes, sweetie." (tickles them with a wing) "What matters it what they do after.”

Billy: “Heh!" (wiggles) (grins) "Did the person who took your eye say sorry afterwards?”

Vaggie: “….”

Vaggie: “No.”

Billy: “Okay.” (thinks for a moment) “So I’m not like them.”

Charlie: “MUCH cuter.”

Vaggie: “You… are stalling, you sea rat.”

Billy: “No ‘m not!”

Vaggie: “Bellow decks and into bed with you.”

Billy: “Where’d you get the eyepatch??”

Charlie: “That’s a story for tomorrow, kiddo! Bedtime is crucial to a child’s development!”  

Billy: “I’m enveloped I’m enveloped! Pleeease just five more minutes-!”

Vaggie: “Nuh-uh, you heard your mom. Captain’s orders.”

Charlie: “Don’t you start.”

Vaggie: “Babe, it really doesn’t make sense for there to be two captains at one time.”

Billy: “HA!”

Charlie: “What does it even matter anyway? We’re running a hotel, not an actual ship-”

Vaggie: “And I’m the hotel manager, which makes me your first mate.”

Billy: “See mom? TOLD you!”

Charlie: “But you’d look good in that fancy captain’s outfit!”

Billy: “Oh so that’s why you stare at mom’s book covers before confiscating them..”

Vaggie: “Charlie, it’s not about who looks good in it- It’s about division of duties onboard and proper crew management-”

Billy: “Tell her!”  

Charlie: “This is a hotel!”

Vaggie: “Guest management. Whatever.”

Charlie: “You just like that I’D be the one in the long coat and ruffles!”

Vaggie: “It’s a perk. But that’s not the point.”

Charlie: “This whole thing doesn’t have any point to it and if I’m captain then I can just promote you to captain too so HA!”

Vaggie: “Pirate captains are elected, babe.”

Billy: “They’re elected, mom.”

Vaggie: “It’s a popular vote thing.”

Billy: “I think maybe YOU need to read the books too, instead of just going gooey eyed over the covers.”

Charlie: “I’m starting to think no one in this family should be reading them…”

Vaggie: “Fine. Let’s vote on it.”

Charlie: “Oh come on!”

Billy: “All in favor of being historically accurate hotel pirates say aye!”

Vaggie: “Aye.”

Billy: “Aye!”

Charlie: “ARGH!”

Billy: “Out voted~”

Vaggie: (pats charlie’s shoulder) “Good job getting into the spirit of things though.”

Billy: “Pirates didn’t really go ‘Arrg’ did they?”

Charlie: “Well THIS one sure does.” (leads the way to bedtime) “What’s the point of being captain anyway if you don’t win any arguments?”

Vaggie: “We’ll let you win the next one. Pirate’s oath.”

Charlie: (sighing) “Argh…”

Billy: “You mean. We’ll let her win the next, the-” (giggles) “-the next ARGHument, right?”

Vaggie: (groans)

Charlie: “…okay.” (cracks smile) “THAT'S worth being a pirate for.”

[daily-sapphic-song]

Arcane S2 A1 live thoughts:

Episode 1:

YESSSSSSSSSSS YEAAAAAAHHHHHH THANK GOD MEL IS ALIVE

oh my god new arcane holy shit

are they the only two what abt viktor. Oh nvm

KIRAMMAN

YES AMBESSA

VIKTOR OMG

WTF

I LOVE HOW FRANTIC THIS IS

frankenstein that bitch

NEW INTRO JOLY SHIT

This goes SO HARD

MEL IN INTRO

WAIT THIS INTRO GOES SO HARD

KIRAMMAN

cait... vi!!!

AAAAAAAA. Had to explain to my brother that the funeral being gray and charcoal was stylistic not a lower budget

Amazing.

MEL!!! I LOVE HER SO MUCH

God its so pretty... the clouds.

I love mel undermining her mom

What does the letter say cait... oh her dad.

VI! oh shit. Oh. OH. THST LINE WAS FROM THE TRAILER. HANDHOLDING. OH SHIT. BADGE. cait that was. The wrong choice.

NOOOOOOOO MY HEART

um. Vander lookalike.

JAYCE. MEL. WTF VIKTOR.

SURVIVORS GUILT!

MEL my fav.

Cait. gulp.

ANOTHER LINE FROM THE TRAILER

CAIT BASED

Vi stop DRINKING. HAHAHHA MADDIE

Maddie <3

God so pretty

Cait trying not to cry. God the animation.

Oh shit. Bomb?

Oh. NONONONONONO

WOAHWOAHWOAHWOAJWOAJ

BRUTAL CHAINSAW WOMAN

OH SHIT

OH.

MADDIE!

CAIT! NO MADDIE!!!

AS ALWAYS the fights are immaculate

NOW KISS

oh a horror movie scene hammer time

MADDIE NOOOOO

oh shit

Jayce? Harold!

These are all just from the trailer holy shit

Vi! Oh god giant shimmer beast

Oh, ambessa...

Kinda hot ngl

Cait still upset. Oh

My god. gay

Oh kiramman secrets?

YOU WHAT MEL? AGREE?

CAIT!!!! WHAT DID SHE SEE?????

oh. THIS GOES HARD. VI!!!

OH. SINGED???

WOLF.

Episode 2:

IS THAT JINX. Jinx and silco,,,

Letting him go,,, i love the themes of grief so far, excellent work

The intro still goes so hard

Silco????

Only 3 left huh,, i see a power vacuum

Love the beat synced with jinxs footsteps

LMAO they fell on jinx

PROTECT THE CHILD

OH SHIT. LETS GO. LOVE JINX THIS SEASON SO FAR HOLY SHIT

OHMYGOD QUEEN???? WTF

Hes vaping.

Another scene from the trailer.

HAHAHHA PERIDOT LIMB ENHANCERS

WARWICK???

SEVIKA MY LOVE

Come on sevika,,,

HAHAHHAA JINX TALKING TO DEAD PEOPLE SHE COULD NEVER

Ah the themes of grief again

Watch it all burn,,,

Viktor! Hes awake! EW. brotha eugh. Is he naked???? JAYCE TURN AROUND

WTF

GAY? this feels not straight.

Uhoh. Viktor??? GAY???? GAY. Jayce,,,

WHAT THE FUCK VIKTOR

Ekko!! Heimerdinger!

HEIMERDINGER LMAO. This is from a trailer too!

HAHAHAH YES OF COURSE?? COULD'VE BEEN ANYONE BRO

Viktor cult leader arc? Wtf.

What did u do jinx

WTF VI??? this is kinda freaky ngl

Claggors goggles,,, oh shit. This is kinda scary.

Relax cait holy shit. LMAO THE GAUNTLET ON HER SHOULDER HAHAHAHA

oh another trailer scene

Oh they cut some of this out. HAHAHHAHAHA

LETS GOOOOO SEVIKA

OH SHIT NEW ARM

I LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC

THE CHILD

THE ARM HAHAHAHHAHA

He has hair (Smeech)

MY LIMB ENHANCERS

EW SMEECH

That was awesome. Love their dynamic so much

Back to cult activities

So many trailer shots

Wtf viktor. HUHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHAT THE FUCK

CULT!!!!

OH SHIT WARWICK

OH SHIT

THATS IT?????

Episode 3:

YESS WHAT DID CAIT SEE?

Oh. That went kinda hard

LMAO THE DOLLS

CAIT????

Ambessa?

Wtf??? Oh no THE ROSE?

Brutal

Oh the gays

KISS PLEASE ! PLEASE?

LETS GOOOO HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD YESSSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

MELLLLLLL

THE GAYS

No more gays

LMAO JAYCE

Aka magic corrupts

The gays.

Mel! I love her

I like ekko and jayce together didnt expect it

OH. THE GAYS.

Intense eye contact

Another scene from the trailer lmao

Oh wow oh no.

Uhoh.

ANOTHER SCENE FROM THE TRAILER

Epic battle ,,,

Done it to myself enough,,, ouch

Oh she sounds like she wants to die that's

Something.

THE KID LMAO

STOP

SEVIKA OH SJITTT

WHAT THE FUCK????????

WOAH THIS IS TRIPPY

OH

SHE TOOK THE SHOT

OH. CHILD. OKAY GOOD

DIDNT SHOOT THE CHILD

OH. NO.

THIS IS BAD

OH kinda pretty

THE GAYS

Oh. THAT. DOMESTIC VIOLENCE.

OH. I SEE.

Alura?? MEL??

MEL MY BELOVED???

CAIT

Cait? ?

IS CAIT GOING TO BE ELECTED

I KNEW IT

SHE LOOKS SO SHOCKED LMAO

WHAT THE FUCK IS HER PLAN

AMBESSA???

CAIT??????

EXCUSE ME

[lajulie24]

What I should have said

Part 1 of a series of ficlets/drabbles featuring Han and Leia in different AU scenarios. Written for Han/Leia Appreciation Week 2024 ( @hanleiacelebration ) Day 3 — AU/Canon divergence.

When Han confronts Leia in the hallway on Echo Base, Leia changes her response.

“Well, don’t get all mushy on me. So long, Princess.”

Han turned on his heel and strode out of the command center, and Leia couldn’t tell whether she was more furious at Han for going back on his promise to stay, or for the way he’d broken the news to her.

She’d felt her heart go into her throat as he was speaking with General Rieekan, and could barely say a word as he’d come over to say goodbye. (Not even “goodbye,” just “I guess this is it.”) She knew she’d sounded cold, but what the fuck was she supposed to have done instead?

It didn’t take her long to decide to follow him into the hallway. No way was that bantha shit going to be the last word, after what they’d already been through together.

She spotted him moving swiftly down the corridor toward the hangar (well, as swiftly as one could on this ice without falling on one’s ass).

“Han!” she called, and he paused and turned around while she caught up.

“Yes, Your Highnessness?” he asked.

Great. So it was going to be like that, was it? Might as well get right to the point. “I thought you had decided to stay.”

“Well, the bounty hunter we ran into on Ord Mantell changed my mind,” he said.

Damnit. She’d hoped Ord Mantell had just been a temporary setback, that after they’d gotten back and everyone had recovered, that things would have blown over. Guess not.

“Han, we need you,” she said. She hoped it wasn’t too late.

Han scowled. “We need?”

“Yes.”

“What about you need?” he asked.

Leia was a split second from answering that she didn’t know what in nine hells he was talking about, but she paused. This wasn’t the first time they’d had a conversation like this. Usually it was less angry, more him encouraging her to put herself before the Rebellion for a change, but—

He was asking her for what he needed, she realized. That’s what Well, your highness, I guess this is it had been about too.

The most ass-backwards way to tell me what you need, she thought. But she and Han had gotten into the habit of things being unspoken between them. Maybe that was ass-backwards, too.

“I need?” she asked him, her voice a little softer.

He gave her a pointed look, like You know what I mean.

She swallowed.

“I need you,” she said. She was aware there were people passing by in the hallway, no doubt expecting some kind of epic blow-up the way she’d stormed out of the command center, but fuck it. “I want you to stay.”

A second ago, Han had looked ready to pounce, ready for whatever counter argument she might throw at him. Now, he didn’t seem to quite know what to do with his limbs. After a couple of false starts, he crossed his arms, still in that protective stance.

“You do, huh?”

“I do.”

Han sighed and unfolded his arms, one hand rubbing at the back of his neck. His body seemed to relax a little, but he wasn’t happy.

“Don’t want to leave,” he said, “but I think that might be the best thing for you.”

She shook her head. You want me to be more selfish, Han, I’ll be selfish.

“No, it’s not,” she said angrily, then realized she was coming pretty damn close to crying, which made her angrier.

Han was beginning to notice the growing crowd of other Rebels moving through the hallways.

“C’mon,” he said, “let’s go somewhere…not the hallway. We’ll talk.”

[cryingpariah]

Because it's almost Ace's birthday, I was remembering back to episode 1013 where Ace was telling Yamato about all the notable pirates of the New Generation and one of them was Kid.

Which seems to imply that the Kid Pirates were making a name for themselves in the Grand Line at least a year before Luffy started his journey.

I know the chances of them and Ace having crossed paths are slim since Whitebeard mainly stuck to the New World, but I don't know I still think it would have been neat if they met. Especially since they're both from the South Blue, which is pretty important since Kid's birth would have been right at the time marines were hunting down pregnant women and babies all over the South Blue in search of Roger's child. Ace could have very well been the reason Kid was orphaned (though I don't think Kid has ever cared about who his parents were and it's a headcanon of mine that Killer has been protecting him for pretty much all his life hence how he would have survived the search). Plus if Ace got to be born on time, he would have been Kid's age. Kid is probably one of very few surviving members of an entire generation from the South Blue.

I don't know, I just think that's an interesting if not sobering connection between the two.

(On a less depressing note and because it's hard for me to talk about the Kid Pirates without bringing it back to Shriek, I just love the idea of her meeting Ace while not knowing who he is and bragging to him about how her captain's going to be King of the Pirates. And Ace is sincerely trying not to laugh because this little mink is so sincere, but also he already knows it's gonna be Luffy 😭😭)

The hunt for Roger's baby was truly on the evilest things the Marines have ever done. It’s one of the few things about this series I actively don’t think about, it just makes my stomach churn.

Regardless Kid being potentially on the baby chopping block way back when and not even remembering it sounds about right. He’s not the kind of guy to care about the past when the future is right there and ripe for the taking. Though, every once in a while, when it’s just him and Killer in the room, he'll ask. Not super seriously, he'll act annoyed if anything but his eyes plead for something, anything.

As for Kid and Ace meeting I’d say it’s actually pretty possible! Maybe not with the whole Whitebeard Crew but maybe when he was in own captain back in the day! Or when he was on his hunt of Blackbeard! Both are equally likely in my eyes

If this was back during Ace's captain days I could totally see them getting into a fight of pretty epic proportions before working it out over some meat and ale.

If this was second commander Ace he’s not gonna fight Kid at any cost. He maybe be a bit of a loose cannon but he knows better than to go around attacking random captains! I mean if he’s provoked (and let’s be serious with Kid around he’s getting a little provoked) he won’t take it lying down, thank goodness Killer is there to cool those hotheads down! Afterwards Ace probably gets invited to dinner (because he’s Ace and he’s cool like that) and thus begins story after story after story about Luffy! (The idea of Kid being annoyed with Luffy before they even technically meet is just really funny to me 😭😭 bro got preordered hate).

He’d give the Kid Pirates a cheeky warning to watch out because the toughest guy on the seas is yet to make his debut and they’d better come prepared! Not only that, he was going to be the future King of the Pirates! This is where Shriek comes in with an affronted gasp! Sure this new guy was kinda awesome or whatever but he can’t just say stuff like that all willy-nilly! This begins an absolute ridiculous argument between the two. It’s not a serious endeavour by any means, Ace doesn’t run around arguing with little kids so naturally this debate is filled with things like “Nuh-uh!” And “Yuh-huh!”

[epicsteddieficrecs]

Epic Steddie Fic Rec | May 8th-May28th 2023

So just like I got infected by the Steddie brainrot last fall, I've now fallen deep into the gay firefighters show and the last 10 pages of my ao3 is full of Buddie fics 😆 so most of these fics were read in the first two weeks of this rec...

Complete

one of the good things by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (Nobody Dies AU | < 1K | General): Eddie is staring at him. He sets the guitar aside, leaning forward and peering at Steve like he’s doing something particularly fascinating. “You’re angry.” Steve shakes his head reflexively, feels a prickle of defensiveness. He keeps his voice as even as he can when he says, “No, I’m not.” “Oh, you are,” Eddie says softly. Something must show on Steve’s face because he amends, “Like, not… Don’t worry. Not a loud anger.”

proof we’re here by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (<1K | General): “I used to wonder about this place,” Robin tells Eddie as they lounge on the couch, looking up at Steve’s pristine ceiling, not a cobweb in sight. “Huh?” Robin smirks knowingly. “Come on, you must have wondered, too.” She puts on a hushed voice of mock reverence. “The King of Hawkins High roaming these hallowed halls… if walls could speak…”

you're so fine, you blow my mind by griesly (PWP, Crossdressing | 4K | Explicit): Eddie walks in on a very private moment, with unexpected (and thoroughly enjoyable) consequences.

buzzer-beater history by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (S4 Missing Scene | 1,7K | General): When Lucas Sinclair starts to apologise for missing The Cult of Vecna, Eddie initially thinks that he’s hearing things. “Jesus, Sinclair. I’ve got an ongoing list of folks who owe me an apology since, like, sixth grade, and trust me, your name’s not on there. Can pretty confidently say it never will, okay?” Eddie sees Steve tilt his head ever so slightly from where he’s walking just ahead of them, like he’s listening in. Spots his faint nod of approval. Eddie can’t decide if he resents it or finds it endearing—kind of gets the ridiculous feeling that Steve’s vetting him on behalf of the kids.

halving the compass by griesly (No Upside Down AU, Fake Relationship | 8K | Explicit): Forced to attend his father's elitist black tie gala, Steve Harrington asks along the one person sure to throw a wrench in the works - Eddie Munson. It's only for show, of course. It's not a real date. ...or is it?

Say Xanathar by pinkcash (PWP | 8K | Explicit): Eddie comes to sell Steve weed and leaves with a lot more information about him than he had originally. Like, for instance, he’s not nearly as straight as he thinks he is

Steve the Reluctant by rachtay13/ @rachtay13 (Post-S4 | 46K | Explicit): Robin raised her brows.  “You know what, Harrington?” She nodded her head. “Yeah, you know what? I dare you to make a friend. I dare you.”

Dream Boy by indelicate/ @steddielations (Post-S4 | 8K | Teen): Or, Steve goes to see Eddie’s band play and finally finds what he’s been looking for.

Melt Me On Your Tongue by indelicate/ @steddielations (PWP, BDSM | 6K | Explicit): “This okay?” “Yeah it’s— shit, it’s more than okay, Steve.” “… you’re crying, Eds.” Eddie can’t hold back a choked off noise then, somewhere between an overwhelmed laugh and a sob. “No one’s ever done this to me before.” He doesn’t know if he means no one’s ever given him a bath, or braided his hair, or just any of the things Steve does for him, really. Eddie's never had a Steve before.

I Wish I Knew You Wanted Me by indelicate/ @steddielations (Getting Together | 1,9K | Teen): Or, Steve finds out why Eddie likes wearing his clothes so much.

three whistles in the dark by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (S4 | < 1K | General): “Why are you whistling?” Eddie asks after he’s heard Steve do it for the fourth time. “Huh?” Eddie imitates him; it’s not like Steve is just casually following a tune in his head—it sounds deliberate. Encouraging whistles, one right after the other, in groups of three. Like a… like a call to something.

i’m down on my knees (i wanna take you there) by twelvexclara (Pre-S4 | 4K | Explicit): Steve really needs to pass his English class. So who better than to visit the resident genius/freak, Eddie Munson?

The Intuition of Claudia Henderson by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (Post-S4, Claudia POV | 1,8K | General): Claudia opens the door quietly. It’s not Max who’s in the bed. And there, lying so peacefully against Eddie Munson’s shoulder, is Dustin. He’s fast asleep. Eddie’s got an arm around him, and he’s slowly running his fingers through Dustin’s hair the way she used to when he was little, to help him drift off. He looks up from his book at the sound of her entering the room, and his face goes as white as the bedsheets.

🖤 i've been having a horrible time pulling myself together by deadratz (Post-S4 Fix-it | Friends With Benefits | 74K | Explicit): The last thing Eddie thinks as he draws his final breath is that Henderson is gonna need a shit ton of therapy. But then, Eddie wakes up, gasping for air, and miraculously, he's being rescued. Now he has to figure out how to live.

WIP

🖤 better by you, better than me by palmviolet/ @palmviolet (Canon Divergent, Season 1-2 | 32/? | 167K | Mature | Warning: Violence): November 1983. Between unpaid bills, the supposedly straight jock he’s seeing, and letters from his convict dad, seventeen year old Eddie Munson’s got enough to worry about. But when Will Byers goes missing, it sparks a chain of events that will show there are more depths to Hawkins — and to certain people in it, like infamous Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington — than he realizes. / or, the excessively long slow-burn in which Eddie is involved in the Upside Down from the very beginning.

Bandaids for the Heart by LexiRoseWrites/ @lexirosewrites (Modern AU, A/B/O, Nurse Steve | 1/16 | 5K | Explicit): Steve has been a pediatric nurse for long enough to know that Eddie and his daughter shouldn’t be seeing him in the emergency room this often. Ellie Munson can only shove so many marbles up her nose and eat so many crayons before he starts to think the five year old might have an ulterior motive.

🖤 Trouble Looks Good On You by indelicate/ @steddielations (Post S4 | 3/5 | 35K | Explicit): It happens like a fever dream. The first time Steve gives Eddie a swift smack on the ass, it’s obviously just an old jock habit that’s stuck with him. It wasn’t meant to have Eddie’s knees going weak, or turn his blood hot under his skin, or give him a brand in the shape of Steve Harrington’s hand, or— Nope, because Eddie’s not even into that. But then, it happens again. Or, Steve keeps accidentally awakening Eddie’s new kinks.

Until We Fall by indelicate/ @steddielations (Fake Relationship | 3/6 | 19K | Teen): “Hate to break it to you, Buckley, but you can’t set Steve up on a date ‘cause he’s already got plans… with me.” Or, it starts with a drunken night and a plan that Steve can’t remember making, but Eddie sure does.

🖤 Reboot by plutosrose/ @plutosrose (Modern AU, Actor Steve & Eddie | 8/10 | 30K | Explicit): In 2012, Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson film a scene in the teen drama Normal Stuff that launches a popular ship on ao3. By early 2013, they aren’t speaking anymore. In 2024, Robin calls Steve with an offer to reprise his role as Andy Hartley in a reboot of their old show, with one important update–his character gets together with Eddie’s.

🖤 Steve Harrington’s Radical Fun Time Babysitting Service by Humanities_Handbag / @humanityinahandbag, Invader_Sam (No Upside Down AU, 90’s | 26/? | 100K | Mature): Alternatively: Steve accidentally starts a babysitting service, falls in love, panics [in bisexual], and gets himself a boyfriend. (Part 1 of 90’s Music Store AU)

the weight of us by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (Dustin-centric, Post-S4 | 2/3 | 8K | Teen): It’s only once everything is okay that Dustin starts thinking there’s something deeply wrong with him.

[alice-after-dark]

The Red King and the Unicorn - Homecoming

Heavily inspired by The Last Unicorn, Howl's Moving Castle, and Beauty and the Beast.

Guys wake up, @hiemaldesirae dropped epic art and I got hella inspired to write more for this AU

Vox doesn't remember falling asleep. He doesn't remember leaving the carnival and he definitely doesn't remember arriving at this lovely little house.

His sits up slowly. The room is nice and well furnished and there is a neatly folded pile of clothing resting on the end of the bed. Vox has never been human before, but the clothes are easy enough to figure out...with a little bit of trial and error.

He grips the railing to the stairs as he makes his way down. It's bad enough that he's never walked upright on two legs before, but it's only made worse by how atrophied - how weak - his body has become from being confined to that small cage for so many years. It feels inevitable when he loses his balance and starts to fall. An arm closes around his waist.

"Easy there, kid."

The manticore helps him to a seat at the table. The downstairs is simply one large room with the kitchen, dining area, and sitting room all set to different corners. It feels...cozy. The cat creature is lighting a fire on the stove and sets about grabbing food from the icebox.

"Bacon and eggs sound good to you? I don't really know what you guys eat."

"What's bacon?"

"Meat."

"Oh. That's fine. Thank you."

The manticore blinks. "So you guys really are carnivors. Thought that was just a rumor."

Vox shrugs. "Some are, some aren't. We don't need it to survive, if that's what you mean."

"Huh. Good to know."

The cat - Husk!, Vox remembers. His name is Husk! - grabs a cast iron pan and soon the house is filled with the wonderful smell of cooking food. Husk hums to himself as he cooks and Vox lets his gaze wander around the room. There's a small side door just off the kitchen and what he assumes is the front door is situated closer to the sitting room. Outside, he can hear the bustling of life. They must be in a town.

Husk opens the side door. "Hey, Niff! Give the laundry a break and come eat before it gets cold!"

He holds the door open as a young goblin girl bounces into the room, scrambling into a seat at the table with several books stacked on it. Her single eye locks onto Vox.

"Ooh! The pretty horse is awake!"

Vox blushes. "Mm not a horse..." he mumbles.

"Be gentle with the guy, Niff," Husk says, placing a plate of the promised food in front of the tiny woman. "He's had a rough time of it."

If Niffty hears him, she doesn't show it, already tearing into her eggs with gusto. Husk shakes his head but he's smiling and he puts another plate before Vox. The unicorn mumbles a soft "thank you" and the manticore returns to the stove to finish plating his own food.

When Husk covers a fourth plate and sets it aside, Niffty stops eating to frown. "Is Alastor not joining us?" she asks. She glances forlornly at the empty seat at the head of the table.

Husk shakes his head as he joins them. "Nah, sorry, Niff. The boss is out running some errands. Said he'd be back before noon though and he promised he'd cook dinner cause he knew you'd be disappointed."

The woman instantly brightens. "Yay! It's been a while since he cooked!"

Husk only nods in agreement.

Vox stares at them. To hear these two address the Red King so casually...it feels surreal. He'd been expected to join them for breakfast and now apparently he'd be cooking for them, specifically to appease the little one. It's too strange and too removed from everything Vox knows of the Red King to make any sense.

"Everything good, kid? You're looking a little lost."

Vox jolts back to attention, noting both Husk and Niffty staring at him. He flusters.

"I-fine, I'm fine." He tries to grab the pronged thing next to his plate like the other two are doing, but his grip falters and it clatters back to the table.

"Oh!"

Niffty leans across the table, her tiny hands curling his fingers around the piece of metal. "There you go!" She sits back in her own seat and shows him how to use the edge to cut into his eggs. Husk seems to have predicted his struggle as Vox notes his bacon is already cut up into smaller bites. Considering how awkward his handling of the (fork, Niffty calls it) is, it's probably best he not use a knife just yet.

Unfortunately, Vox knows all too well what those are. He resists the urge to touch the scar over his left eye as it tingles with phantom pain and remembrance. He distracts himself with his food instead.

Husk is a very good cook and once they've cleared their plates, Niffty returns to the laundry while Vox helps Husk with the dishes. When the last of them have been dried and put away, the manticore helps him to one of the couches in the sitting room before wandering away to tend to something else. Curiosity overtakes him and Vox pushes the curtain aside to stare out the window.

The streets are alive with people and carriages and chatter. Vox has never been in a town properly before. He's hung on the outskirts, watched them from afar, but he's never entered one. It was too dangerous...not that it mattered in the end.

The front door opens suddenly and Vox starts as the Red King sweeps inside, trails of shadows around his legs. He looks different again, more human than he had on the night Vox was rescued, but still distinctly...not. Confusion hits him. From his vantage point by the window, he has full view of the door. How had the Red King approached without Vox seeing him?

His thoughts are interrupted.

"Ah! You're awake!" The Red King taps the end of his staff against the floor. "Lovely! You gave us all quite the fright when you fainted like that!"

Vox remembers now. The rush of dark power. The swirling shadows. The unforgiving pressure coming at him from every angle. The Red King had used his magic to move them and Vox had fainted during the travel.

"My apologies," the abyssal being continues. "I should have expected you to be vulnerable to such things, given your captivity. No matter. We'll build up your resistance yet."

He crosses the room and takes the covered plate from the counter before settling into the one chair that had remained empty during their meal. He uncovers the food, still steaming and piping hot as though freshly pulled from the pan, and tucks in. Husk enters not long after and the two strike up a conversation as to the details of the Red King's outing. It's...startlingly domestic and Vox finds himself even futher confused. And one question plagues him more than anything.

Why am I here?

[taatsums]

Raito Kitakata SR - Authentic Vampire: Vampires and Ramen With No Garlic

Part 1

📍 Shopping Mall

Raito: Well then…

Raito: Where should we start? Each and every shop is filled to the brim with Halloween merchandise!

Tao: Looks like you’re having fun, Raito-san.

Raito: Yeah, Halloween costumes are nothing to scoff at, after all. While everyone is dressed up as monsters, the “real monsters” pretending to be human sneak in…

Raito: It’s my annual chance to encounter the unknown, which is why I couldn’t hold my excitement back when I heard that costumes will be mandatory for this year’s HAMA Tours Halloween Party.

Tao: Woah!? You’re way more fired up than I thought…

Tao: Have you decided what you’re going to wear?

Raito: That’s where I’m struggling. A werewolf that changes his form is as Halloween as you can get, but I can’t just ignore the potential of the miserable monster, Frankenstein.

Raito: On top of those, there’s also the option of a mummy, and the romance of resurrection… Hmmm, I must make sure I don’t regret my choice down the line.

Little boy: Big bro! I wanna wear this!

Tao: Huh…

Reliable boy: A vampire, huh? Sure thing, but isn’t that a little cliché?

Little boy: But the cape is so cool! And sucking blood sounds kinda epic!

Reliable boy: Hmmm, let’s go with that, then!

Tao: … That’s kinda sweet.

Raito: … Yeah. I used to talk with Nayuki about Halloween monsters like that too.

Raito: Back then, he used to happily indulge anything I’d say, but now… I feel like he’s keeping his distance more than usual.

Tao: (I mean, I can kinda see why.)

Raito: But Nayuki also used to think vampires were cool when we were kids…

Raito: Alright, I’ve decided. I’ll dress up as a vampire this year!

Tao: Huh… Are you sure? Like those kids said, that’s a bit of a clichéd option.

Raito: Heh, the more cliché a monster seems, the more profound it actually is.

Raito: So, this time I will act as a perfect vampire, and give everyone a scare, the “real ones” included!

Tao: You’ll act as the perfect vampire…

Tao: … Is that what Halloween parties are like?

Part 2

📍 HAMA House, Monkey room

Raito: Okay… That should do it.

Raito: All that’s left is to figure out what to do with this…

[Door opening]

Tao: Excuse me, Raito-san. I just wanted to confirm something about the Halloween Party–

Tao: Wh-What are all these cardboard boxes here for!? Are you moving out!?

Raito: Oh, Tao. Good timing.

Raito: I’m sorry to ask this of you, but could you hold onto this package until Halloween is over?

Tao: “This package” being…

Tao: … This box full of rosaries, chalices, and other sinister-looking things…?

Raito: They’re not sinister. If anything, they’re sacred. Everything in this box is things vampires are weak to.

Raito: But, as I’m about to become a vampire myself… I can’t sleep with things like these at my bedside.

Tao: … Is this part of the “acting as the perfect vampire” thing you were talking about when we went shopping?

Raito: Yeah, I want to give everyone a scare during the party, after all. You’re the only one I can ask this of… Please!

Tao: As long as all I gotta do is hold onto them, I don’t really mind…

Tao: Oh, but now that I think about it, vampires also don’t like garlic, right?

Tao: If you’re going this far, you won’t be able to eat that garlic miso ramen you’ve been hooked on lately…

Raito: Urgh…! Y-You’re right…! That was an oversight on my part…!

Raito: My body has become conditioned to me eating that ramen three times a week, what do I do…!

Tao: I’d say it’s best to quit doing that so you can stay healthy…

Tao: Oh. That reminds me, Chihiro said something about eating some eye-catching flavorful ramen the other day.

Tao: Pretty sure it had no garlic too.

Raito: What!? Does such a thing exist!?

Tao: Yes. While it may not pack the same punch as the garlic, it seems it has plenty of flavor from the back fat, so how about trying that instead?

Tao: And its soup is bright red for some reason. Kinda makes it sound like something a vampire would drink, right?

Raito: …! That’s the place that recently opened that I was looking into. That certainly sounds like the perfect ramen for me right now!

Raito: Thank you, Tao. I’ll go give it a try for dinner today.

Tao: Okay. Please let me know if it’s any good.

📍 HAMA House, Rooster room

Tao: I’m back— woah.

Tao: (… It’s been a few days, but I just can’t get used to Raito-san’s occult stuff in this room…)

Tao: (Actually, what even happened with that ramen I told him about? He hasn’t told me anything about it.)

Chihiro: Oh, TaoTao, listen to this!

Chihiro: Y’know that shop I told you about the other day? The one with the bright red soup!

Chihiro: There’s a vid featuring the shop called “A vampire ACTUALLY showed up!? (NOT CLICKBAIT)” that’s going super viral!

Tao: Huh…

Chihiro: It looks like real blood, and Halloween’s coming up, so maybe a vampire really did go there to have some!

Tao: Ha… haha, maybe…

Tao: (… Don't tell me.)

[vilentia]

Healing Melodies - Part 2

Eddie Munson x reader

part 1 | part 2

****

Dustin had always been known for his larger-than-life reactions to, well, pretty much everything. So, when he stumbled upon the truth about you and Eddie, his response was nothing short of a spectacle.

It happened on a lazy Saturday afternoon. The sun was high, casting a warm glow over Hawkins, and the air was filled with the distant sound of lawnmowers and children's laughter. You and Eddie were in his trailer, a record spinning softly in the background as you both poured over an intricate map for your next D&D campaign.

The door burst open, and in charged Dustin, wielding a walkie-talkie like a sword and a look of determination plastered across his face. He stopped short, the words dying on his lips as he took in the scene before him—Eddie's arm casually draped over your shoulder, both of you so engrossed in your shared world that you hadn't heard him enter.

"Dude! What the—?" Dustin's eyes widened, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "Is this a new campaign strategy session, or am I interrupting the 'All My Children' hour?"

Eddie chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Calm down, Dusty. We were just—"

"Just what? Planning the ultimate betrayal of dungeon master trust?" Dustin interrupted, faux outrage coloring his tone. But the sparkle in his eyes betrayed his enjoyment of the melodrama.

You laughed, shaking your head at Dustin's antics. "We're not betraying anyone, Dustin. Eddie's just been helping me understand the finer points of necromancy. Right, Eddie?"

Eddie nodded, playing along. "Yeah, just some good old necromancy. Nothing to see here."

Dustin squinted suspiciously, taking a step forward. "Necromancy, huh? That's what we're calling it these days?" His gaze flicked between the two of you, a smirk beginning to form. "Wait a second... Are you guys... Are you guys a thing now?"

The air was suddenly thick with anticipation, the question hanging between you all. Eddie's hand squeezed your shoulder, a silent signal of unity.

"Come on, spill it!" Dustin urged, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Eddie sighed dramatically, feigning resignation. "Alright, alright. Yes, Dustin. We're a thing."

Dustin's reaction was instant and explosive—a mix of shock, joy, and the kind of theatrical disbelief that only he could muster. "I knew it! I mean, I didn't know-know it, but I knew something was up!" He threw his hands in the air, circling the room. "This is huge! This is like, Return of the Jedi epic! My cousin and Eddie Munson? This is going to change the party dynamics forever!"

As Dustin continued to pace around the room, his initial shock transforming into an almost comical level of excitement, you and Eddie exchanged amused glances. Dustin, true to form, was already spinning scenarios in his head, his imagination running wild.

"This is like, the best character development ever!" Dustin exclaimed, his hands animatedly sketching out scenes in the air. "You guys are like, the unexpected alliance in a fantasy novel. The bard and the warrior princess, joining forces against the darkness!"

Eddie raised an eyebrow, a playful grin on his face. "Warrior princess, huh? I like the sound of that for [Your Name]. Fits perfectly."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile. "Only if you're the bard who serenades me with metal ballads and slays monsters with his guitar axe."

Dustin clapped his hands together, his excitement reaching new heights. "Yes! That's exactly it! We'll have to update the Hellfire Club's campaign. This is going to be legendary!"

He began to pace again, his mind clearly racing with ideas. "Imagine the quests! The battles! The drama! This will be the best campaign ever. We’ll need a new storyline, new villains, maybe even a love triangle to spice things up."

Eddie laughed, shaking his head. "Easy there, Spielberg. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. We're just figuring this out as we go."

But Dustin was undeterred, his enthusiasm undimmed. "You guys have no idea how epic this is going to be. I'm going to need to brainstorm some ideas, maybe get some input from the others. This is going to be a total game-changer for the Hellfire Club!"

As Dustin continued to chatter excitedly, outlining elaborate plot twists and character arcs, you leaned against Eddie, feeling his arm wrap around you. There was a comfort in this moment—the joy of a new relationship, the amusement of Dustin's over-the-top reaction, and the sense of belonging in this strange, wonderful world of Hawkins.

Eddie leaned down, whispering in your ear, "You ready for all this?"

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and nodded. "As long as it's with you, I'm ready for anything."

And in that small trailer, filled with the laughter of friends and the dreams of adventures yet to come, you knew that no matter what the future held, you and Eddie, together, could face it all.

[rins-batcave]

PART TWO OF THE WRITIN THING

Apparently, though, signaled by your father's "friendly" nudge of your shoulder, you've arrived at the right destination, so you get out of the car, ignoring whoever they've decided that is perfect to take your hand and bow. You don't need them. You can get off yourself perfectly fine, actually. As you leave the car, stepping onto the carpet and then the room, you can't help but notice how uselessly decorated it is. Fancy and pretty with all sorts of aristocrats perfectly tucked into society like books on a shelf. Then, finally, you see her. Angelica. Your place of refuge in this stupid mansion. As you approach her, she takes out her earbuds. The two of you have learnt that when you do this, it means trusting the other. You both definitely do, or at least that's what you think to yourself as you sit down next to her on the floor. "So, Leo…what band is it this week, huh?" She asks, her voice velvety, but not in the soft way. In the rough way, the way you both like it. Voices always sound better rough, it always sounds less fake. Or at least it always has to you. "This week it is…Wet Leg." You accompany your words with a quick smile. Even showing a little teeth, since you know Angelica has never cared about how they look a bit yellow. Your father does, though. "What about you?" You ask, the words fresh out of your mouth. Feels far better to speak your mind and not feel like you're walking on eggshells. Another difference between Angelica and your father. You mentally add it to the Venn Diagram in your mind. Only thing in the middle so far is they both have powers. "Oh, Baby Queen." Angelica always has fresh new bands or singers, and when she puts her earbuds in your ears and turns up the volume slightly, the music washes over you. Music has always been the perfect hiding space. You can even pick apart the layers of it, like a sandwich. Plus, music doesn't look at you disappointed when you fail a test. You take off the earbuds, handing them back to Angelica, but as always, she gives you one end,and you listen to Baby Queen together. Just alone, relaxing. Almost makes you forget everything with how peaceful this is. If only.

BABY WUEEN YESSSSS THIS IS AMAIXJ G BOOTIFUL PERFECT AND EPIC YESSSSSS THANK YOU FOR SHARING WITH ME