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fluffyfangirl · 8 months
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I missed drawing MiWi ⭐🐈‍⬛
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tempting-andromeda · 1 month
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Draft! Not edited
I wanted to get some content out but I’m too busy to do headcanons
Eagle Flies wasn’t one to confess his feelings. He won’t confess, but it lies between the pages of unsaid words and longing gazes. He doesn’t confess yet; he plays with your fingers from under the table as you go out to eat with him and Paytah. He’ll never say he loves you, yet the moment you open your arms for an embrace, he’s holding you like he needs it to live. He buries his face into the crook of your neck and grips the fabric of your shirt as if he’s afraid you’ll melt away.
Sometimes when he wakes up from a nap, he spends his lips in your arms, and you swear it’s what he wants to say. “I love you” or something of the sort, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pushes himself away.
Loving Eagle Flies is complex. You’ve known him for so long, yet a part of you wishes he’d change and just spit those words out. You wish he would get over his issues and just hold you without fear of tainting you with his issues. Yet you settle for the unspoken moments. He barks out a laugh as he lifts you when the rez dogs sprint towards you both. How he placed his hand on yours while he drove, the tips of his ears pink, though he insists it’s a habit from his hookups, you know. You know it’s not.
You’ve never kissed. It’s as if it’s the only thing keeping Eagle Flies from ruining this. His lips ghost over yours, his breath tickling over them, before he shoves himself away. As if you burned him or he suddenly remembered he had better things to do. His hands never travel to places untouched by the sun. The most intimate way he’ll go is by touching your hips or waist. Though his fingers clench ever so slightly, As if he’s struggling not to pull away or go further.
His words get harsher as well while you stay in this routine. A routine of looking at one another the way friends don't. There are some moments when he stares at you like he wants you to say something or do something, but the moment you start, he cuts you off.
The moment he lets his walls down, it isn't romantic. It might be the opposite. He grabs onto you when you try to leave, tears in his eyes. He has just spoken so cruelly to you, yet the way tears glisten in his lower lashes, you'd assume you were the one who yelled at him. His words are shaky, and he croaks them out, begging you to stay. And you do.
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mochiwrites · 1 year
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There’s birds chirping outside Grian’s window as he steps into the living space of his cottage, a bowl of water in his hands and rolls of bandages floating behind him, highlighted in glowing red.
His dark eyes sweep over the two men seated on his couch, and takes in their drastically differing expressions. One of them is smiling, peaceful and content despite the scratches covering his skin. There’s a bruise on his forehead, and his arm is most definitely broken, but he looks completely unbothered by it.
The man next to him is looking off to the side, his arms are crossed over his chest, brows pressed together and sitting low on his forehead. He looks just as injured as his friend, though he appears significantly less pleased about it. There’s a tear in the sleeve of his shirt, and Grian can see the blood drying against his pale skin.
Grian pauses right in front of them, “I don’t have much medical supplies, so we’ll have to make do with these.” He gestures at the floating objects behind him.
The smiling man looks up at him and his green eyes shine pleasantly, “Oh, not at worry! The hospitality is very much appreciated!”
The bowl of water is set down on the nearby table as Grian moves to pull a stool over. He places it down right in front of the two men before sitting down himself. The bandages float over to the table and Grian motions them down with his finger. “I’ll run out to town later and grab some actual supplies,” he says, eyes trailing over to the smiling man. He quirks a brow, “What did you say your names were?”
“We didn’t,” the brooding man cuts in, voice low and terse.
Grian frowns at him as he dips the towel on his shoulder into the water. “Well then can I know them?” he snarks in reply, and the smiling man laughs.
“The name’s Scar, and my grumpy companion is Mumbo,” Scar explains. He looks at Grian with an inquisitive gaze, though there’s something else within his eyes. Grian can’t quite tell what it is, but when he looks at Scar’s eyes he feels electricity zip through him. He suppresses a shiver. Scar smiles at him, but it appears just a tad too sharp, “And what may your name be, oh kind and benevolent stranger?”
“Grian,” he answers blankly, finding himself sitting up straighter on the stool. His insides twist and curdle with Scar’s eyes on him like this, feeling as the man is trying to see something that isn’t on the surface.
“And you’re a witch?” Scar questions, and the movement is minute, the way his eyes squint ever so slightly.
Electricity crackles in the air, charging each particle and making it taste static on Grian’s tongue. It almost feels like a stand off, like Grian should choose his words carefully else a fight in his home may break out. Or his mysterious and injured guests may just show themselves out at the very doorstep they randomly appeared on.
Slowly, Grian nods, “I am.” He watches Scar’s expression carefully, noting from the corner of his eyes the way Mumbo seems to stiffen. “I don’t see how that’s relevant right now though,” he says, motioning for Scar to move closer, “your injuries are much more important.”
Much like lightning cracking in the sky, or two sparks of electricity meeting, whatever charge was building in the atmosphere around them bursts. It quickly fizzles out and disperses, leaving only weak charges of static behind.
It makes Grian relax almost immediately, the hairs on the back of his neck no longer standing on edge. His shoulders drop slightly, letting his guard fall.
Scar offers him a smile and a soft secret chuckle as he leans in, and Grian has to bring the stool closer in order to reach him the way he needs to.
He dips the towel into the bowl once again, taking Scar’s chin in his hand to move him the way he needs to. He scowls as the light just isn’t working for him and with his free hand, he takes his finger and draws a circle in the air. It glows red as it forms from his fingertip before morphing and curling in on itself, becoming a sphere of light that glows warmly. “Much better,” Grian hums before carefully dragging the soaked towel against Scar’s skin.
Silence stretches over the living room as Grian works on patching up his mysterious guests’ injuries.
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shywhumpauthor · 1 year
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“Hero, hero stop,” Teammate begged, their voice choked with panicked emotion as they held out their arms, trying to get a grip on the flailing, screaming form fighting against them.
“Hero please, please, it’s me- it’s me!” Tears stung Teammate’s eyes as limbs struck their body, stumbling back with each frenzied blow. The leader looked at them, mouth open, panting heavily. Their pupils dialated and wild.
“Hero, please, stop!” Teammate raised their hands, desperately blocking a strike aimed towards their face, only to be taken surprised, the wind knocked out of them as another caught their ribs.
“Please I don’t- Villain lied! They’re using you, please, just stop! I- I can help, please!”
For a second, hero paused, their eyes darting across teammate’s face.
“Hero, ple-”
Their hand lashed out, rough and forceful as it wrapped around Teammate’s throat, slamming them back against the wall with enough force to send their skull cracking against the tile, stars exploding in front of their eyes.
“Don’t. You. Dare.” Hero hissed, their voice strained between deep breaths, fingertips digging into teammate’s throat, spots of red welling where their nails pressed. “They did more for me than you ever could.”
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theblob1958 · 7 months
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people are saying do it scared, but you also gotta do it alone. you'll miss out on so much you want to do if you wait til someone will do it with you. do it scared and do it alone.
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snarkspawn · 5 months
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the devil you know
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inkskinned · 1 year
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
#this is true#writeblr#warm up#relatedly for some reason one of our Favorite Jokes#amongst the Siblings#is like - ''this is so good u will love it''#while we are reacting to something we OBVIOUSLY find viscerally disgusting#like we will be actively retching and be like ''nooooo it's so good''#to the point that i sometimes get nervous if someone outside my family is like oh u should try it its good#(obvi we never force each other to eat anything. we are all just curious birds and#like. we're GONNA try the new thing.)#edit to answer why we had so much vanilla:#my mom is a very good cook and we LOVE to bake. so she just had a lot of staples in the house.#it's one of those things that's like. have u ever continuously thought ''ah i should get butter im probably out''#even tho u are not out of butter. so u end up with like 5 years of butter.#my mom would do that in a costco but like with vanilla extract#to be fair we WERE always using WAY TOO MUCH bc we were kids#so like she was right to stock up#ps. yes we were VERY sick after this lol i just didn't want to include it in the post in case ppl had an ick about that#u can tell it's real bc we knew "oh no we fucked up that's too much vanilla to waste'' but our reaction was to just. keep drinking it#> sibling understanding that vanilla extract isn't free > knowledge mother doesnt mind if we use it for milkshakes#> sibling choice to maybe get in a loophole of ''not wasting it'' if we drink it bc that's the same as using it (not throwing it out)#listen bud i was like 13 and my sister was like 9#when my mom discovered this we. got in. A LOT. of trouble. a lot of it. a LOT of it.#3rd edit bc i guess it isn't clear - i am 1 of my brother's 2 little sisters#i am the middle child#out of all the ways i have had to explain a post before being like ''did u forget a middle child can happen'' is my favorite
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bulletsgirl · 2 years
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ppl who werent changed forever by youre gonna go far kid by the offspring when they were like 11 and insanely impressionable you just cant understand me
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Vanny mixed up FNAF Help wanted with Digital circus,,
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seancefemme · 1 year
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ellie & joel
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otaku553 · 25 days
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Luffy week day 6:
Sun/God
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egophiliac · 1 day
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queen of diamonds, upright + reversed 💎
I've redone this like eighty times, I have to just be done with it now and stop staring at all my mistakes oh no 🫠
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 part 8 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 part 8 spoilers#coming in well after the fact but that's what happens when the art doesn't cooperate#and i just HAD to draw something for vil's ob (re-ob?) because i loved it so much#legit put my hand over my mouth and went “oh!” when i realized what was happening#i thought it was just going to be an idia thing because. y'know. closing out his character arc from episode 6 and all#so this was like. oh! oh we're going to get ALL the inky boys!!!!!#i wonder if this is why we got a malleus flashback so early...#not to mention everyone's dreams?!#i am braced for 90% of the dreams to be kind of jokey/inconsequential because we have SO many characters to get through#and most of the time will probably be spent on our lads (literally) dropkicking their emotional problems#but i am excited to see everyone regardless!#and also kind of terrified! what on EARTH will floyd be dreaming about. do i want to know.#i do but do i want to.#man. they're probably not going to get back to it but i do wonder what silver's dream was#what was he doing when he was like 'wait a minute' and noped right out of there#lilia: here silver i made dinner :)#silver: oh boy this looks great! ...YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD#ouuuagh i'm still deep in the blotsauce guys and i'm loving it#come make snowangels in the ink with me it's great
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salamispots · 9 months
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dream from several days ago
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gatoiberico · 9 months
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the depths
print
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mimimar · 23 days
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peach❀
(prints / paper doll)
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fifthnailinstevesbat · 2 months
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steve “cant get out of bed till middle of the day, barely leaves his house or is never home, isolating himself from everyone, never takes time for himself anymore, depressed and is slowly losing more and more of himself every single day” harrington post 1986’
robin “i know you loved her, and it must’ve killed that she wouldn’t take you back, but nancy is happy steve and she still loves you. she’s not the only one out there for you, and you’ve gotta get over it. we miss you” buckley post 1986’, trying to help her best friend
steve “…this isn’t about nancy” harrington.
robin “wha-?… oh. oh steve.” buckley.
he still wears the vest.
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