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wolffoxnation2 · 4 months
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Headcanon that the Zeus/Jupiter kids give off little shocks when theyre happy.
Thalia hugging Luke (pre-everything) and his hair sticks up.
Jason accidentally giving Leo a slight shock when he holds his hand, resulting in Leo walking back and forth on a carpet in socks to get him back.
Which of course then started a shock war that spread throughout the argo crew.
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bluedovee · 8 months
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THE IDEA of Dust being shrunk by accident
and Horror just not knowing what to do about it Dust looks so cute all small like that 🌸
Horror belongs to SAS Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale
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adastra121 · 10 months
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Shake On It
Summary: A short and quick Touchstarved drabble involving Mhin and my Hound!MC Alon, set right after the "The Other Side" cover, where Alon convinces Mhin to team up with them to find answers for their respective curses.!
“So, what d’ya say? You in?”
There were several reasons why teaming up with the thief was a bad idea. And yet…
“Fine,” Mhin decided. “For now.”
Temporary. This would only be a temporary arrangement. That was the very nature of Mhin’s quest in this godsdamned city. It’s the very nature of you and that’s why you’re here.
“Fantastic!” the thief exclaimed.
And suddenly, for some godsforsaken reason unbeknownst to Mhin, they spat into their gloved palm.
“Let’s shake on it, partner!”
They extended her newly spit-covered hand to Mhin, and the hunter recoiled, disgust written clear in their pale eyes.
"What the fuck."
"Come on, you were literally covered in Soulless spinal fluids when we first met, and a little spit swapping’s too much for ya?”
“Ugh, it’s even worse when you put it that way.”
Alon let out a loud laugh. Everything about the thief was loud, their voice, their bright clothes, their character. She closed her fist save for their pinky finger. “Alright, alright, how’s this instead?”
Of all the other contracts the hunter had taken before, this was one of the more juvenile methods of binding an agreement that Mhin had encountered. There they were, a thief and a mercenary, two outlaws in the dingy alleyways of Eridia’s underbelly, about to seal their partnership in unlawful business with a pinky swear.
For a moment, Mhin only stared down at her hand in plain, unmoving silence. Alon was beginning to think they’d turn this down as well when Mhin looped a pinky around theirs in the kind of forcibly quick and purposeful manner you’d use for ripping off a bandage before the pain could flare or swallowing down a medicine before the bitterness could hit your tongue. Alon beamed, shook their joined hands once for good measure and let go before the crease between Mhin’s brows could deepen any further.
“Had to use the same hand, did you?” grumbled the hunter.
Alon grinned and wiggled her fingers on their gloved hand. “I put this baby on specifically for making deals. You bet I’m gonna use it!”
​​“…You stole one singular glove for the sole purpose of shaking hands,” Mhin deadpanned.
“Er. Borrowed one singular glove. With full intention of returning?”
“For the poor owner’s sake, I hope you don’t.”
The thief let out an almost derisive snort — Mhin noted that was the first time they heard such contempt from her — pulling the glove off their ever-bandaged hand and shoving it in one of their many pockets. “Don’t you worry there, my friend. The owner is decidedly not poor. I’m pretty sure this thing is threaded with real gold.”
“I see you’re not arguing the point about the singular glove.”
“Heh, point taken! I’ll borrow two next time, eh? One for each of us, since we’re a pair now — get it? Like a pair of gloves!”
Mhin shook their head with a deep sigh, resisting the urge to bury their head into their palm. “Tell me it isn’t going to be this ridiculous with you the whole time.”
“I assure you, Mhin, I'm treating our partnership with the utmost importance and sanctity demanded of a pinky swear.” Alon had dropped the smile from her face, adopting a more serious tone — it didn’t last very long before their lips tilted into a mischievous grin. “And I’m not about to violate that by lying to you.”
“I'm already regretting this.”
“Whoa! No regrets, no shake-backs, this is gonna be great, I promise! We’ll talk more on this later — I’ll send you the details.”
Alon gave them a one-finger salute as they sprang off and Mhin didn’t even need to look to know it was with the pinky. But they did — and caught the playful wink the thief tossed over their shoulder, far more casual and familiar than Mhin would expect of a stranger. 
Though Mhin supposed they weren’t quite strangers anymore…
“Look forward to working with ya, partner!”
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Supervised Machine Learning
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petite-phthora · 4 months
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Dp x Dc prompt #1
Danny doesn’t know how Vlad managed to convince his parents to let him take Danny with him to some fancy gala in Gotham, but he does know he’s gonna be the biggest menace he can be to make sure it doesn’t happen again.
The moment they entered the place the gala was held, Danny’s eyes landed on the chandelier on the ceiling in de middle of the room.
Bingo.
What Danny had been expecting was something along the lines of him embarrassing Vlad, making Vlad angry, and/or getting kicked out when the chandelier inevitably crashed to the ground cause they weren’t made to hold his weight.
What Danny hadn’t been expecting was for the chandelier to be heavily reinforced and not move an inch when he hung on there upside down, nor had he expected to be joined up there by a guy his age that seemed to be bursting with excitement as he stared at Danny from his place upside down on the chandelier.
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damn i've seen the infamous "i love you" in gifs and such but i. was not prepared for the deep unbridled sincerity with which hugh laurie delivered that line
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miserable-something · 11 days
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the history book on the shelf
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greykolla-art · 2 months
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Quick Radiorose doodle.❤️
I accidentally went two days without drawing anything and that is a federal crime.
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isjasz · 3 months
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[Day 238]
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ME WHEN I GET A FULL BLOWN FIC INSPIRED BY MY ART AND MAKE A FULL PAGE COMIC OUT OF IT HOW WE FEELING💥💥💥💥💥
Explodes this still feels like a fever dream hi so @definitelynotshouting this absolutely batshit insane guy wrote "honey it's starting to storm" INSPIRED BY THIS ART FROM CHRISTMAS. I need to yell about it more istg this is the W of the century. Guys please it's so good go read it go read go rea
Emphasis GO READ IT👉
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spoopdeedoop · 10 months
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real friends have weird greetings that usually involve hitting each other
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sonseulsoleil · 13 days
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Ghosts don't sleep. They don't even really get tired. At least, not tired in the way sleep would fix. When Charles first dies, he attempts to sleep, but he never can manage it. No matter how many nights he tries. Eventually he gives up.
But he never gives up asking Edwin to read to him at night. Edwin's voice as he reads is warm and steady. Comforting, even. Charles may be dead at sixteen, but he isn't alone. He thinks his best chance at falling asleep is if Edwin is there to read him a bedtime story.
It's probably silly. But Edwin doesn't seem to mind.
Edwin reads him mostly detective stories at first. Sherlock Holmes, anything by Agatha Christie, Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys, of course—which is where they get the idea for the agency in the first place. But Edwin loves books of all sorts, so it isn't long before he's branching out into other genres.
Usually it's old books. Books from before Edwin was even alive. Books Charles would've avoid reading in school. Pride and Prejudice. Frankenstein. Jane Eyre. Oliver Twist. Somehow hearing them in Edwin's voice makes them much more tolerable.
And some are fun. Treasure Island is one Charles finds himself requesting over and over again. He always liked pirates. Lord of the Rings is another favorite, although maybe Charles is just excited that Edwin finally found a book that was published after he died.
Niko introduces Edwin to much newer literature. Teen romance novels with bright covers and cutesy, wordplay titles. Edwin even reads some of the books about boys kissing boys. An adorable, pink blush creeps across his cheeks every time still, but he's getting more comfortable.
Ghosts don't sleep, or even get tired. But Charles thinks he almost gets drowsy sometimes, late at night, when their living friends are sleeping, and he is curled safely and comfortably into Edwin, listening to him read.
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miicycle · 4 months
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platonic or not, these two should dance to old classics to settle their differences
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petricorah · 1 year
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sometimes you just need a little break 😴 [ID in alt]
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arttuff · 4 days
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bart, bro, youre going to look so cute after this dude
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unclewaynemunson · 7 months
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Pt2 to this post
'Is something wrong?' Nancy asks, not long after the two of them have taken their familiar spots on the hood of Steve's car. They're basking in what might be the last warm sunlight of the year, looking out over the quarry, at a safe distance from the edge.
It's become a tradition the two of them share, ever since they reconnected back in March. It calms them both, to just sit here and take in the view, no one around but each other. Nancy is one of the few people Steve can share a comfortable silence with: sometimes they sit here quietly for what feels like hours, side by side, listening to music or to nothing but the birds singing around them. But they also have their best conversations here: it's the place where Nancy entrusted him she wanted to break up with Jonathan; it's the place where they talked about their shared past and decided they would always love each other as friends; it's the place where they finally talked about Barbara in a way they couldn't when they were younger. It's where Nancy talked about the ghosts still haunting her and Steve talked about how lonely he sometimes felt.
Steve huffs. 'How did you guess?'
'When you frown, you always do it with your whole face,' Nancy notes. 'So it's hard to miss, really.'
Steve glances at her side profile. There's a serenity to her features that's still relatively new. It means she's healing, slowly learning how to be happy again. It means she stopped waiting for the end of the world and started believing in a real future again. It makes Steve proud of how far they both have come.
'I had a fight with Eddie,' he confesses. 'And with Dustin, I guess.'
'What happened?'
He sighs. 'It's complicated.'
'Wanna tell me about it?'
The look in her eyes is kind and inviting. Steve hesitates. He wants to, but he doesn't know if he can. It's a risk. It's scary.
But he can't imagine Nancy Wheeler ever being careless with his secrets. He can't imagine her judging him, can't imagine her being as small-minded as most people in this town.
He was planning on telling her anyway, because things had been going so well with Eddie lately and – no, he shouldn't think about that right now. But maybe it would actually be nice to talk about it with Nancy.
'So, um...' His throat feels tight and his hands are sweaty. 'I recently discovered some things about myself. I-' The words get stuck somewhere on the way to his mouth, and he clears his throat.
Nancy doesn't push, but only gives him an encouraging nod, waiting for him to find his voice again.
'I found out I like boys,' he finally manages to confess. 'And I need you to know that – that that doesn't mean that what I felt for you wasn't real. It was. I loved you, and now I fell in love with a boy. And-'
'Steve.' Nancy's hand suddenly covers his, causing him to finally jerk his head away from the view over the quarry, to focus on her face again instead.
Her eyes are wide, and she squeezes his hand.
'You don't have to explain yourself to me,' she tells him. 'We're good. But thank you for telling me. For trusting me with this.'
Steve heaves out a relieved sigh, and Nancy smiles; it's that genuine kind of smile which reveals all kinds of dimples and soft lines across her face.
'We might be more similar than you thought,' she tells him, a faint blush spreading over her cheeks.
'Really?' Her words make his breath catch in his throat. He squints at her, trying to see her in this new light. 'Are you saying what I think you're saying?'
She shrugs. 'I don't know. I'm not sure yet,' she admits. 'Still figuring things out.'
'Take your time, there's no rush,' he tells her. 'But...' He bumps his shoulder against hers. 'When you're done figuring it out, talk to me, okay?'
She nods. 'Okay.'
For a while, it's quiet between the two of them. Some kind of raptor circles high above them in the sky. They both follow it with their eyes until it disappears among the tree tops west of the quarry.
'Is it Eddie?'
Steve blinks dumbly a couple of times.
'Wha- what?'
'The guy you were talking about. The one you fell in love with. It's Eddie, isn't it?'
'Jesus, Wheeler, what kind of sorceress are you?' Steve exclaims.
Nancy laughs again. 'You're not being as subtle as you think,' she tells him. 'The two of you have been hooking up for a while now, haven't you?'
Steve huffs dramatically. 'This is unfair. You know everything; I can't even tell you my own secrets anymore!'
'So what happened?' Nancy asks. 'You said you had a fight with him?'
'It's fucking stupid,' he sighs. 'Dustin was getting way too excited about the fact that I was gonna be hanging out with you, so I told him I was seeing someone. Next thing I knew, he was telling Eddie all about how I was seeing a girl.' He waves his hands around to make annoyed air quotations. 'I wanted to tell Eddie it was a misunderstanding, but Dustin was there, so I couldn't out us just like that, and he looked so betrayed and heartbroken... He didn't wanna listen to me.'
Steve sighs; he still can't manage to forget that look in Eddie's eyes when Dustin delivered the big news. 'I wish I would've talked about what I felt for him earlier. I should've been honest when I had the chance, y'know. But I was afraid he wouldn't wanna label what we had, that he wouldn't feel the same way – and now we're in this whole mess. God, he must hate me right now, Nance.'
To his surprise, Nancy gives him an unexpected slap against his arm.
'Ouch, what the hell was that for?!'
'What are you even doing here with me, Steve? You should've gone after him, tell him how you feel!'
'I tried, obviously, but he didn't wanna listen to me!'
'So make him listen! You're in love with him, he obviously feels the same way about you, and you let him leave to wallow in a broken heart he doesn't even need to have!' She rolls her eyes and slides off the car, adding something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like an exasperated 'Boys!' before she pulls Steve off the car as well. 'C'mon, time to get your ass over to the trailer park. Right. Now,' she says through gritted teeth. And, well, Steve knows better than to argue with a determined - and truthfully quite terrifying - Nancy Wheeler.
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ghost-ferry · 1 month
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I wanted to draw more of @burrotello boxing au
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