Me when watching Hazbin the first time: Man I don't really get why Zestial and the other overlord just don't do it for me, they're okay but ehhhh

Me after my 5th watch: Anyways so I'm making a Zestial and Camilla animation

Lan Xichen just thought it would be nice if his brother had a friend. Someone to help him unwind and enjoy his youth more. Years later, Lan Wangji is barely alive and not even because of his physical wounds. Lan Xichen sees his brother fading like their mother did and wants to scream at himself. It takes a miracle (a child) to keep Wangji with the living. But it’s not until Wei Wuxian returns that Wangji looks like he is truly alive. Still, part of Xichen is simply horrified at the thought that maybe a new circle of suffering just started for his brother.

Refuge

Danny was not retired, technically he came when people needed him, he helped or protected them as the case may be. It just turned out that over the years they stopped needing him.

And that was fine, it meant humanity could take care of itself, it meant they were safe. That was what had to matter, no matter that deep down, the halfa was hurt by the information.

It was harder to accept change when you weren't part of it. Danny was immortal, eternal, and powerful, things that no longer fit the world. Not with all the heroes and wizards running around, not with Amity Park fading away, becoming nothing more than a part of his memories.

He fit in perfectly in the Realms, sure, but he knew that if he stayed there too long he'd stop feeling human, and that was dangerous.

So, no, Danny wasn't retired. But he lived in a simple house in Metropolis, though sometimes he got tired of Superman being able to hear literally everything and moved to his house in Fawcett. He used to switch between the two houses frequently, not that it was difficult since he had figured out how to make portals.

He had a few friends, like the orphan boy who lived at the train station and Conner, a teenager who sometimes just needed a house to stay in when he couldn't stand his father.

Neither Conner nor Billy minded his age, which was comforting, although they both got curious when he visited the other house. Danny didn't know how to explain that Eternity Rock and Superman made him nervous if he stayed too long (he didn't like feeling watched), so he just shrugged and told them he had two houses.

Neither of the kids understood but they accepted it. They both had a habit of calling him "Uncle", Danny thought it was odd, given that his appearance wasn't exactly...adult, but it seemed they were comfortable with that, and he left them alone.

Apparently his house (occupied or not) had become a haven for them. Danny always greeted them with a sandwich, or cookies, even though he felt like a grandmother doing so. He smiled for the first time in years, feeling happy to fit into someone's life.

That's why it was quite disconcerting to find the Justice League outside his door asking him to join them. Danny chuckled internally, because the current heroes actually believed they could force him into something, but he accompanied them anyway.

Superboy and Captain Marvel scowled at the League as soon as they entered the Watchtower, when they were told they were bringing in a "dangerous individual" they didn't expect to see their unofficial uncle.

I’ve talked about this before but imagine what it’s like for someone in a country/place where eliot is Top Most Wanted and then your tech guy finds a breakout star baseball player on their visual scanner that looks EXACTLY like spencer. but…there’s no way that’s him, right???

and then the next year it happens again but this time it’s some one hit wonder country singer kenneth crane that has like 78 tween-run fangirl blogs dedicated to him. you see a grainy video of him being chased by a horde of screaming teenage girls and ??? no way Eliot Last Thing You’ll Ever See Spencer is a country singer star just. signing pictures of his face right…?

a few months later your intern shows you footage of an eliot lookalike who is in san lorenzo talking about how there is dog fighting in the presidential palace and you just. sigh. because of course. a scant few days later the political geography of the country changes drastically and damien moreau is imprisoned. …interesting

and then a year of silence goes by. he still shows up as blips on the radar but he must have a good hacker working for him because his tracks on the internet are expertly erased.

every time you ask through interagency channels some random interpol guy talks in (condescending?) riddles at you and it also somehow feels like he’s threatening you

and then your friend who recently got into foreign hockey teams sends you a dropyourgloves video of someone called jacques the bear. you immediately get a headache (and watch some more videos because even you can admit this guy is a good hockey player)

and you know he’s a Bad Guy but it’s been admittedly a bit entertaining seeing what claim to fame he will come upon next. and his most recent actions over the few years make you wonder.

a few months later your phone pings because multiple heads of state evacuated from DC. the reason? eliot spencer was in town. you hear two days later a bioterrorist was taken down by… the report was redacted. your hacker tells you spencer and two teammates were behind the successful operation. which, huh.

not even a full year later it is released that spencer is dead and… you don’t know how to feel.

"I got you"

I might have gone overboard with this (was supposed to be just a sketch) but I cant get this scene from "Wrapped in Regret" out of my mind

Out of nowhere theory, but do you think Janus being able to literally "keep [the sides'] mouths shut" could have anything to do with Virgil not seeming to be able to say anything against him when Janus is actively manipulating people or being cruel, despite clearly being very angry about it as shown through his expressions

Like he's a nervous guy, sure, but Virgil isn't exactly one to keep his opinions to himself about Janus typically

love me softly p2

tags from @otteranha in response to this post that reminded no one can see what’s in my head and i need to Use My Words (also tagging @legitcookie <3)

It’s high school Steve. Preppy, douchey, scared high school Steve, who uses more hair product in a day than Eddie’s ever used in his life, with his collared, tucked in shirts and expensive watch. Steve who sneers and stares and stays quiet when Tommy H talks shit, when he trips people in the cafeteria for his own amusement.

Steve, who’s never worried about running out of hot water during showers, who eats bagel sandwiches in Click’s class every day and leaves crumbs on the floor. Steve, who asks all the questions in class that Eddie doesn’t bother asking, who seems to struggle just as much as Eddie, but nobody would know it, because Steve doesn’t look the type to fail classes.

Steve, who always looks a little tense when he thinks no one’s looking, a little too wide-eyed, a little too sad. Like he’s worried about someone seeing him, seeing through him. Like he’s not really Steve Harrington at all.

Eddie’s crush starts as curiosity. He wonders about him more than he admires him, why there are walls around him, why he almost glares at Tommy H when he isn’t looking.

Steve isn’t like the other ones. He isn’t loud and obnoxious, doesn’t call people names or throw fries at them just for fun. He picks up his trash in the cafeteria, smiles at the cleaning ladies.

He’s quiet when no one’s around. When he’s alone in class, he just works silently, doing something in his notebook that doesn’t really look like writing. And Eddie’s curiosity turns from just wanting to know who Steve Harrington is, to who Steve Harrington is and what he draws in his notebook when he’s not taking notes.

Then he notices how pretty his eyes are, and Eddie wants to slam his head in his locker until he collapses on the floor, because this was never supposed to happen. He has fucking butterflies. Christ.

He still doesn’t know who Steve Harrington is. He still doesn’t know why he tenses a little every time he mentions his dad. (Though Eddie can guess.) He still doesn’t know if Steve really even likes Tommy H. He still doesn’t know why Steve lingers one day when Tommy knocks some freshman’s books out of his hands, why he helps the kid sort his papers back out before he runs to catch up with Tommy. He still doesn’t know what he draws in his notebook.

And Eddie doesn’t want to know the king. He wants to know Steve.

Steve, who stares at Eddie across the classroom one day as Eddie is chewing on his pencil, who looks away sharply when Eddie’s eyes meet his.

Steve, whose cheeks flush pink.

part three

read the whole thing in ao3

john bakes when he's stressed

thought this up when i was zooted and doing the same thing ngl

Electro posting <3

Does anyone have fics of 141 found family? I need fics with good banter, missions going wrong, everyone is fucked up…

I need to see how they are interact with each other. Not just Soap and Ghost or Gaz and Price. Like Soap Gaz, Ghost Price, Gaz Ghost, Price Soap.

I want to see them have fun but also to find solace in each other when things go wrong.

I want to see how they are when they are at their worst and best.

So please comment fics or you know what? I want your own thoughts about them. Events you think happened with them. Stupid things you can see the group doing and also sad shit.

LIKE PLEASE I’M STARVING !!

― “Ripe Cherries,” Athena Kildegaard, Bodies of Light.

Hockey Poetry Post 6/?

(Photo credit: Derek Cain, Debora Robinson, Steve Babineau, Stephen R. Sylvanie, China Wong, Jared Silber, Jeff Vinnick, Richard T. Gagnon, Brett Carlsen)

Eddie is used to shouting. Its maybe not the healthiest way to deal with his frustration, but it comes naturally-- Sometimes he does it without even noticing; The end of his sentences echoing around him. He's just a loud person by nature, really. Wayne is used to it, and they squabble together. Dustin and Mike and Erica all yell back, even with smiles on their faces. No one pays much mind to it, no one's feelings are hurt. Eddie is just loud.

Except---

Steve shuts down. Every time. It doesn't matter whether Eddie is obviously joking or actually upset, the moment Eddie shouts, Steve goes quiet. He'll mumble back a few bitchy comebacks, but the longer it goes, the quieter he gets. It gets worse, when they start dating-- Steve is more inclined to just give in, agree with whatever Eddie is saying with a blank face and a clenched jaw. Which only serves to make Eddie more upset, because he doesn't get why his passionate, opinionated boyfriend has been replaced with a robot.

For months, Eddie just doesn't get it. Because it's not that Steve hates loud voices; He and Robin and all the kids have been in epic yelling matches. Eddie has seen them, usually on long car rides. Steve never flinches.

Eddie honestly thinks it might be a him problem, which is worrying, considering Eddie has kind of planned on sticking around, but one day Hopper yells-- not even at Steve, at Dustin and Mike for breaking something of Jonathan's --and Steve just leaves. Just stands up and leaves, not just the room but the house entirely. Eddie watches Jonathan and Steve sit on the front porch for half an hour, neither of them saying a word.

He never really gets to the bottom of it. He can make some assumptions, based off the little Steve has told him about growing up as a Harrington and Eddie's own childhood. So, yeah, there are theories, but nothing he can ever prove. He tries to ask Steve, once, and Steve refuses to say much of anything except that he isn't afraid of men, Eddie, don't be ridiculous.

(Except he follows it up with, "I'm just tired of it, Ed," his eyes lined with pain, and that might be worse. Eddie feels sick for the rest of the night.)

So Eddie tries. He tries not to choose angry over scared, every time his heart whispers, 'this is when he leaves you'. He tries to tell Steve what scares him before it gets to that point. Tries to be honest about what pisses him off. Learns the kids are more afraid of whispered threats, anyway.

And its weird, you know, because Eddie always promised himself that he would never stop being loud. Not for anyone. He was proud of being loud, safe and protected behind a wall of obnoxiousness. But when Steve rolls his eyes at Eddie's polite request that they please listen to something that Casey Kasem didn't personally sign off on, please, Stevie, baby, please-- Maybe this wasn't a surrender.

going nuts

kunichuuzai + food? <3

my beloveds.

Kunikida adores his partners, really. He would do anything for them, has done everything for them. His rigid schedule has been burned to ashes by Dazai and their whims. Those ashes have been stomped into the ground by Chuuya and his grand gestures of affection. The ideal woman Kunikida was searching for is a lost memory to the hesitant touches of two scarred men who have to be reminded of their humanity time and time again. But Kunikida isn't complaining. He loves them, and he knows that they both love him, too. The three of them have built a foundation here and Kunikida wouldn't have it any other way. Except-- Except-- "You piece of shit!" There's a cackle, and then a splat, and then a shriek. "Chuuya!" "What?" Chuuya's voice taunts. "You can dish it but can't take it? Typical." It continues this way for about three minutes before Kunikida lets out a frustrated sigh and walks into the kitchen. To say it's a mess is an understatement. To say that Kunikida's partners are childish is generous. "Hey--" Something flies and hits Kunikida in the face. "Oh shit." "Chuuya did it!" "Shut the fuck up!" "Sit down," Kunikida says. Immediately, Chuuya emerges from around the corner. He slumps into a chair at the table, avoiding Kunikida's eyes. Food plasters his body, but the look of shame on his face can't be missed. It almost makes Kunikida smile. Almost. "Osamu, you too." "Kuni, listen--" "Shut the hell up." Dazai purses their lips and sits next to Chuuya, but they look at Kunikida dead on, amused. "I'll be back in forty minutes with dinner. If this isn't cleaned up by then, there will be no cuddles and we will all sleep in separate rooms tonight. Got it?" The threat seems to work, at least. Chuuya looks almost panicked, and even Dazai's mirth drops into something akin to horror. Both of them start to say something at the same time, but Kunikida turns away, only stopping at the door to say, "Time's ticking." Kunikida adores his partners, really, but sometimes he has to leave before he murders them both.

writing thing

What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins? Part 11

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

I'm glad so many people liked the happy part in Chicago! Now, back to the angst. Hope you guys like it, what do you think I should do for the next part?

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When all of the younger teens of the Party reached the Wheeler’s basement, the space exploded into vengeful bickering. Each of the kids, bar El and Will who were watching the display with gazes of concerned worry, had their own opinion and placed the blame of Eddie and Steve leaving on someone else. Lucas and Max placed the blame on Mike and Dustin, the two that decided Steve needed space in the first place. Mike placed full accountability on Steve, as per usual, for leaving and causing such a fuss. Taking Eddie was just a bonus that exposed Steve further to Mike’s contempt. Meanwhile, Dustin blamed Eddie for driving Steve away and himself for not doing more to keep them both in town. 

He had never felt more panicked and guilt-ridden than he did at this very moment, a feat in itself because he’d been through a lot of shit. But he had now caused both of his older male friends to flee Hawkins and he couldn’t really imagine anything worse. What, was Robin going to leave next? Perhaps Nancy or Jonathon? He thought that this summer would be the best ever. The Upside Down was gone for good, the town had begrudgingly accepted Eddie’s innocence, and the Byerses were back from California. However, this summer sucked and he felt naive for thinking something in his life could go right for once. 

“Shut up, Max! You don’t even know what you’re talking about. You didn’t notice Steve’s car outside your trailer all night, how can we trust you to tell us if Eddie was coerced to get in or not?” Dustin tuned back into the conversation around him when Mike brazenly questioned Max’s credibility. 

Lucas quickly jumped to her defense and pointed a finger in Mike’s face, “Don’t talk to her like that! Why wouldn’t we trust her? She’s the one that saw them in the first place. And Eddie knows Steve, he wouldn’t have to be coerced into his car. They’re friends!”

“Don’t talk for me, Lucas! I can speak for myself,” Max said before turning to Mike. “Listen mouthbreather, I know you have a weird crush slash stalker obsession with him but Eddie chose to leave with Steve. Probably because Toothless over there hurt his feelings by telling him everything he’s ever been afraid of. Nice going, now we lost another friend.”

Will jumped in then with a hand on Mike’s shoulder when he saw the fury ignite in his eyes. “Ok but why are we all freaking out? I thought we were worried about whether Steve was alright or not. We know that he’s fine and Eddie’s with him. Can’t we just wait for them to come back?”

All he received were matching looks of disappointment before Dustin turned to Eleven. “El! Can you go look for them in the void to make sure they’re okay?”

She looked at Will for confirmation and raised an eyebrow, did they actually want her to look for Steve and Eddie? He sighed and nodded in resignation. It seemed that the others were going to keep hunting them down regardless of what they did. They might as well use El’s powers to take a look for safety purposes. She turned back to Dustin and nodded resolutely, “Yes, I can find them.”

Max and Lucas quickly turned the downstairs radio onto static while Mike hunted down an old blindfold. Dustin gently pushed her onto the couch and urged her to rush the process. After a moment of static and mind numbing darkness, El entered the void. She imagined Steve with his mother hen personality and sunflower yellow sweatshirt with Eddie in his black outfits and bitchin’ hair. A picture started to grow in front of her. 

She saw Steve and Eddie in a restaurant, a sports bar or pub it seemed. There was a long bar running along the left side of the building that faced a brick wall lined with booth seating and high top tables. 

“I see them.”

Mike squeezed her hand, “Are they hurt? Is Eddie okay?”

The man in question was scarfing down a Reuben with extra sauerkraut. His jaw practically unhinged as he shoved the huge sandwich, dripping with thousand island dressing and sauerkraut, into his mouth. Steve was watching him in disgusted fondness, pushing him away when he tried to lean closer into Steve’s personal space in an effort to escape the smell of vinegar on Eddie’s breath.

“He is eating a large sandwich.”

Max asked, “Is Steve okay?”

Steve placed his right hand on Eddie’s thigh out of view of the other patrons at the bar. He said something that made Eddie laugh so loudly, a few heads turned to look at the pair. When one woman’s eyes lingered longer than Eddie appreciated, he hissed at her and bared his teeth. The display was less intimidating than he expected due to the pieces of sauerkraut stuck between his teeth but it only made Steve look at him more fondly. 

“They are both happy. Eddie is laughing and Steve is looking at him like Dad looks at Joyce.” Unbeknownst to her, the kids glanced at each other in bewilderment. They would focus on that comparison later.

Moving on, Dustin asked her, “do you see any identifying information? Street signs, landmarks, anything?”

El did in fact see several things. She saw a Blackhawks jersey pinned above Eddie’s head, a team she recognized from watching Hockey with Hopper. And if that didn’t clue her into their location, she also noticed the Chicago flag situated on the wall behind the bar. However, she couldn’t bring herself to tell the others what she had found. Not when she noticed the way Steve was looking at Eddie, like he had finally discovered what happiness was.

“I will not say. They are happy, they do not need us to find them.”

Dustin almost screamed in indignance, “El! They need us and we need them back home! Tell us where they are!”

El took one last glance at the happy couple, Steve’s eyes were full of love while Eddie licked thousand island dressing off of his fingers and stole french fries off of Steve’s plate. They looked happier than she had ever seen them in Hawkins and she knew she could not disturb that. She removed the blindfold with blood dripping from her nose and a soft smile on her face. “They are home, we can not ruin that.” 

Dustin shook his head and jumped up from his spot on the armchair, “I can’t believe you’d be so unhelpful! But fine, I’ll find them without your help.”

He didn’t wait to hear El’s response or the defenses of the other kids made on her behalf. He made his way outside of Mike’s house and turned his bike to the trailer park. Without much of a plan and no idea which words he wanted to say, he knocked on the door of the Munson’s trailer. Dustin wasn’t sure what he was expecting but an annoyed Wayne probably came close. 

“What can I help ya with, kid?” The older man breathed out with irritation coating each syllable. 

“Hi Mr. Munson, I was wondering if you’d heard from Eddie? Max said she saw him leave this morning and I’m worried about him. Is he missing too?”

Wayne just released a bone weary sigh and ran a hand over his face as if Dustin’s questions themselves were aging him. “Look, Eddie went off for a while with that boy Steve. Y’all don’t need to worry about ‘im, there’s no one I would trust more with my boy. Alright? I think they both just need some distance from all of this. You kids, the town. They just want to be left alone for now.”

Dustin’s eyes started to prick as tears began to build. “But please, Mr. Munson-”

“Just go home, kid. They’ll be back when they’re ready. You need a ride back?”

Dustin just shook his head and clambered back onto his bike. He heard Wayne close the door close behind him and let out an angered sound of frustration. He started pedaling as hard as he could with tears now streaming readily down his face. Dustin didn’t know what else he could do. Hopper couldn't find them using police resources, El refused to tell them what she saw, Steve hadn’t called him back since he had missed his first call, and now Wayne was gatekeeping information about their whereabouts. 

The unfairness of it all pushed Dustin to pedal harder. The tears in his eyes clouded his vision but he just pedaled faster. Until his front tire hit a rock and threw him over the handlebars. His palms skid along the harsh cement and his shin split open upon contact with the dingy pedal of his bike. For a moment, Dustin just sat on the ground and sobbed. Usually in this situation, he would go to Steve who would patch him up and feed him dinner, typically in the form of a cheese pizza and Coke. Or Eddie would pick him up on his way home from Family Video visiting Robin and Steve. But, he drove them all away and now all he’s left with is his miserable self and torn skin. 

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Bloodweave headcannons i don’t know how to draw yet, and don’t have the energy to write a fic for…

Gale practicing and mastering prestidigitation to allow Asterion to taste food again

Blood drinking aftercare where Asterion practically force feeds Gale food that’s high in iron.

Asterion tasting Gales blood for the first time since being cured of the orb. In my HC Gale went away for a week and returned the crown and then got a tattoo of the orb to remind himself to keep his hubris in check - all in secret. So it catches Asterion completely by surprise.

Post game, Gale spends like 2 years studying ways to ‘cure’ Asterions inability to be in the sun and ends up inventing like an augmented mage armour. He of course then teaches the spell to Asterion. But first is Asterion’s reaction to being in the sun again for the first time in 2 years. (I imagine he can’t feel the warmth though, that’s Gales next quest…)