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#i just needed to get this outta my head

thefatedthoughtofyou · 1 year

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Was having some Angels and Demons feelings/thoughts and this happened! Just a sweet little meet cute type thing!

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Like, there's probably some place on earth that is a space for all the supernatural beings. And they aren't at war, they just kind of co exist, though they do discourage mingling, at least Heaven does. Hell doesn't give a shit really as long as the temptations they need done get done.

So they're all hanging out there. Eddie is standing with Gareth near the back, they like to people watch. And then Eddie sees Steve for the first time and he's like ,

"Gareth."

Gareth does not answer. So he starts smacking his arm with the back of his hand like,

"GarethGarethGarethGarethGarethGar-"

"Holy shit WHAT?" Eddie just leans closer and is like,

"Do you see him?" And Gareth is nice so he leans back, follows Eddie's finger is like,

"Yeaaah. The guy with the hair? I see him." Gareth nods, his voice half dismissive. And Eddie just grabs at his arm, tugs on it.

"Yeah there's the hair. But look at his eyes. And his mouth. And hands. He's got nice hands. Wow. And his-"

"Eddie!" Gareth yells, slaps at Eddie til he looks at him.

"What? What?? Why are you hitting me?" Eddie nearly screeches and Gareth just gives him a look, the Kermit look, is what Eddie calls it, his lips pressed together, he looks unammused. Gareth nods, his eyes moving down, to Eddie shoes.

"Wha- oh shit!" Eddie's feet are on fire. His shoes steaming in the heat that he can't really feel. But he stamps around until the flames are gone, and then flails his hands to get his hair out of his face. Gareth helps smooth out his jacket once he settles, both of them sighing loudly.

"That hasn't happened in awhile." Gareth says, trying to sound put out but he's smiling.

"Yeah. At least it wasn't my tail this time." Eddie huffs, and then he hears Gareth's breath catch and he's holding Eddie's shoulders.

"Don't look now, but pretty angel boy is looking at you." He whispers it, conspiratorially, but Eddie misses the first part, whips his head around with a loud,

"WHAT!?!" and his tail smacks into someone walking past, carrying a tray of fancy colorful drinks, they all clatter to the ground, glass smashing. Eddie's eyes are wide as the angel laughs, eyes on Eddie.

And Eddie feels his ears burning, can feel the flames starting underneath his hair. Angel boy looks at the drinks on the ground, and snaps his fingers. The drinks fly back together and onto the tray. Eddie gapes, his mouth open, he can feel Gareth patting his hair, trying to put the flames around his head out, Eddie absent-mindedly slaps gently at Gareth, trying to push him away. His feet carrying him forward, Gareth moves with him.

"What are you doing?" He hisses, his hands still hovering around Eddie's hair. Eddie slaps at him for real now, turning to him and slapping him away.

"He laughed." Eddie says, his face all smiley and dopey. Gareth grabs his hands, stopping Eddie slapping him.

"So??? Angels aren't allowed to talk to us." Gareth hisses, trying to tug Eddie back to their little dark corner.

"But we're allowed to talk to them." Eddie says, struggling against Gareth's hold on him.

"Says who??" Gareth huffs, his arm snaking around Eddie's waist, half literal, the scales on his hands shining even in the low light. Eddie's eyes move back to the angel, he's still watching them, a soft smile curling his pretty lips. Eddie sighs, takes another step forward.

"Eddie please!" Gareth begs. Eddie turns to him, disentangles himself and grabs Gareth's shoulders.

"Gareth. I'm going to talk to that angel. And I'll put in a good word for you." He says, patting his cheek before turning away. The angel boy is taking a sip of something colorful when Eddie looks at him, his eyes on Eddie over his glass.

"Wait what? Put a word in? Why? I don't like him." Gareth whispers, still trailing after Eddie, swatting at Eddie's tail as it pushes against his chest, trying to keep him back. Eddie rolls his eyes, and turns back around.

"Not for him. For Chrissy. Idiot." He says it fondly, smiles when Gareth finally stops walking. His eyes bugging out, his hands flapping at his sides, scales growing up his neck and across his cheeks as he flushes.

"Eddie no!" Gareth calls, weakly. Eddie turns only his head this time, winking at Gareth.

"Eddie yes." He says, and promptly stumbles over his own feet. Nearly trips into the bar, right next to angel boy.

His chest hits the bar with a little "oof" and he stands quickly, patting down the front of his red velvet jacket as he gathers his footing, his hands stopping when he notices how close the angel is now, and he's still got that smile on his face.

"Hi." Eddie breathes. The angel huffs a laugh, shakes his head.

"Hi yourself." He takes another drink, eyes still on Eddie.

"Thristy?" The angel asks, licking his lips, they're so pink. And so pretty. And Eddie wants to ruin them.

"Parched." Eddie says, his eyes still glued to the angels mouth. It smiles again, says something to the waiter, and then he holds his hand out.

"I'm Steve." He says, still staring. Eddie wipes his warm palm on his thigh, slides it into Steve's, waits for the burning sensation, but it doesn't come. His brow furrows as he says,

"Eddie." His eyes move back to Steve's face. He shakes his hand, squeezes it, then lets it go. Eddie clenches his fist at the loss. The bartender sets a drink down, the angel, Steve. Slides the drink to Eddie.

"I didn't think angels were allowed to talk to us." Eddie says, takes a sip of the drink, it's fruity, blue raspberry he thinks, it's the same drink Steve is nursing. Steve shrugs, doesn't say anything. Until...

"Hey Eddie?" And fuck the way he says his name makes Eddie's stomach flutter, his voice angelic as it curls around the letters.

"Hmmm?" Eddie hums, his eyes locked on Steve, he can't seem to not look at him.

"Your hair's on fire." Steve sounds amused, Eddie rests his arm on the bar, then his chin in his hand, still looking at Steve.

"Heh. Yeaaaah. It does that." He sighs dreamily, using his free hand to pat at the ends of his hair, smoke rising under his fingers, as he blinks at Steve, still staring.

The laugh that bursts from Steve is like music, his skin feels like fire, flames crawling over him under his suit as Steve looks at him, laughing, his cheeks flushed and he leans into Eddie's space feely. He looks as giddy as Eddie feels and Eddie wants to touch so badly.

He can't.

Not here.

So he just smiles, takes a sip of his drink, his eyes locked on Steve. But Steve, this angel boy, must be thinking the same thing, even though he shouldn't be, he very much, should not be. But Eddie watches his eyes linger on his mouth as Eddie takes another sip and licks his lips clean, forked tongue peeking out between them.

Steve's teeth dig into his bottom lip and he downs the last of his bright blue drink in a hurry. He takes a step away from the bar, turns away, and Eddie’s heart drops, maybe he'd read it wrong. Maybe Steve had genuinely been laughing at him, but the drink, and eyes. And then Steve stops. His head turns, just a fraction.

"You comin or not... hot stuff?" Steve turns further then, smirking at him. Eddie's stomach flutters but he stumbles forward a step.

"Yeah. Yep. Definitely."

"Don't forget your drink. Since you're so parched." Steve drawls, his side facing Eddie now as he waits. Eddie looks back to the drink, to Steve, to the drink, back to Steve.

"I wasn't talking about the drink when I said that." Eddie says in a rush, wiping his sweating palms on his thighs. Steve snorts a laugh, it makes Eddie's skin feel tingly.

"I- I know that. Just-" he huffs again, a fond smile on his face as he looks at Eddie.

"C'mon." He nods his head in the direction he'd been headed, toward a door Eddie had never noticed before. Eddie swallows, narrows his eyes, just a fraction, at Steve's hand, hesitating.

"What? Don't you trust me?" He asks, his voice level, eyebrows twitching in what Eddie thinks might be amusement.

"I don't- I don't know." Eddie says, his voice small, he swallows, hard. Steve's face softens and he steps forward, into Eddie's space.

"Hey. You can trust me. I'm an angel after all." He winks, but slides his hand into Eddie's. And Eddie notes that once again it doesn't burn his skin, he frowns as he says,

"Yeeeah... that's what I'm worried about."

"It only hurts if they want it to hurt." Steve whispers, answering the question Eddie hadn't asked, giving him a small smile when he blinks at him, frown softening.

"You wanna come with me?" Steve asks, his voice still soft, quiet.

"Am I allowed to? Is this- I mean are you- You won't get in trouble?" Eddie stammers, feeling more flames kick up around his ears. Steve's eyes move to the smoke and then back to Eddie's face, he shrugs.

"I might. You might be worth it." Steve whispers, winks, and then he's tugging on Eddie's hand before he can ask anymore stammered questions. Pulling him through the mingling crowd, angels and demons swirling through Eddie's vision as he leaves firey footprints in his wake. He catches a glimpse a flailing Gareth on the edge of the crowd and waves, before getting a chestful of Steve.

"Sorry sorry sorry." Eddie breathes, patting at Steve's bright white shirt, trying to wipe away the soot marks he'd left, only making it worse with a grimace.

"It's fine. You're fine." Steve breathes into his laughter.

"Hey by the way, you wouldn't happen to know if this angel named Chrissy has your same... predilection, for demons, would you?" He asks, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Steve's face falls, just a bit, and Eddie squeezes his hand, hurriedly continuing.

"Oh no not for me! I have this friend. The one I was with earlier. Gareth. And he uh- he's got a big ol crush on her." Eddie explains. Steve beams at him, his smile blinding.

"He a good guy?" Steve asks, serious all of a sudden.

"He's the sweetest. A little tightly wound but, I will admit, that might be partially my fault." Eddie ducks his head, rubs at the back of his neck. Steve laughs again, nods.

"Good. She needs a good guy. I'll put a good word in." He smiles, leans closer, Eddie's breath catches in his throat as Steve's nose almost touches his and then he's swaying away again, looking as dazed as Eddie feels.

"Ready?" He breathes, squeezing Eddie's hand.

"As I'll ever be. I think." Eddie shrugs, threads his fingers between Steve's and yelps as Steve pulls the door open and yanks Eddie through it.

#fates endless inkwell #fei #steddie #steddie blurb #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #i dont really have any plans to continue this one just needed to get this little guy outta my head #though i may write more angel demon things in the future cuz i do find it fun!#my writing #mine #my fic #angel steve harrington #demon eddie munson #mentions of #chrissy x gareth

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slimedeamon · 10 months

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Phil still had his sword out, pointing it at them, at her. His little girl. The others in a semicircle around them, trapping the two of them against a wall. He would not let them take her. He would not lose his huevo, not again. Phil took a small step towards them, and Charlie lifted his own weapon higher, shielding his little girl with his own body. Phil’s eyes where pleading, but Charlie wouldn’t listen to them. “Charlie, please mate, that’s not your daughter. You have to know that’s not JuanaFlippa.” Charlie saw as she put down a sign just to his right, and began frantically scribbling on it, but he did not wait for her to finish her own pleading. “I know.” There were several gasps from the crowd, both shocked and angry, but he paid them no mind. “I know, but you’re wrong.” His little girl stopped writing and looked up at him, confusion clear on her face. “dad please it’s me” could be read on the sign, in the strange way this huevo wrote. “She may not be Flippa. But she is my daughter.”

#qsmp #q!slimecicle #q!philza #juanaflippa #i have not been able to get this out of my head all day #donno why i used phil #probably just bc hes the most likely candidate for this confrontation that i actually know well enough to feel comfortable writing at all #anyways i am a q!slime knows damn well that isnt his daughter but will still love and care for her bc thats what she needs truther #and no he does not see her as flippa at all #she is not a replacement #she is a lost kid who needs a dad #my writing #i will likely not write more #i just needed to get this outta my system #codeflippa

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sun-5h1ne · 4 months

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Do you ever think that if Vegetta ever come back and him and Foolish decided to get married right away it would probably scare Vegetta away even more.

They couldn’t have their small intimate wedding with just Leo and Roier anymore. Foolish couldnt possibly imagine not sharing one of the most important moments of his life without all of his family. Without Peptio, Richas, Jaiden, Mouse, and Tina. Without the entirety of Bolas, Agent 18, and the Capybaras. Even Badboyhalo and Dapper. Soon enough the whole server is coming and its exactly what Vegetta was afraid of. Foolish will leave him or it was just for his money and Foolish is just like all the others. Vegetta can’t do it.

Whether Vegetta runs or just doesn’t show, all that matters is that the wedding would be a bust and Foolish would be alone again. Maybe Foolish wouldn’t let anyone see how hurt he obviously was or maybe that would be the final straw. Maybe Foolish would be bitter, angry. Maybe he would yell, scream. Maybe they would talk about it but maybe they never do and it ends right there. Who knows

#fooligetta #god I made myself sad #qsmp #qsmp angst #fooligetta angst #q!foolish #q!vegetta #look the I just needed to get this outta my head #and tumblr is the victim

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saturngalore · 1 month

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i wouldn’t say i lost interest in sims bc i was just building an apartment for my girl group and doing teasers for said girl group but i guess i lost interest on always being on simblr? i kinda forget it’s here bc now im tryna learn how to sew and been busy in other things so idk what’s going on…i miss simblr and making edits but 🤷🏾‍♀️

#ig i gott decide if i should take a break from making cc bc i haven’t been as much stuff as before bc i ran outta ideas for now #making*#but i really want to get back into putting fat sims on the dash bc there’s still never enough as always #maybe i just need to get my head in the game…maybe not!#sorry im just rambling😭😭#🪐 speaking

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spookberry · 7 months

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bops you on the head gently with a feather duster

I hope its a clean feather duster D:

#i just imagined a used feather duster touching my hair and recoiled so bad #i think i need a shower just to get that mental image outta my head #(i have a thing about dirt/dust)#ask

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lumikelloja · 2 years

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Captain Zephrah

[ID: A digital drawing of Orym from Critical Role dressed like Captain America but with green and brown replasing Captain’s red, white and blue and with the two moons of Exandria replasing the star. He is walking towards the viewer with a determined expression, sword and shield raised.]

#critical role #orym #orym of the air ashari #orym my beloved #after watching todays episode i couldn't get cap!orym outta my head so here you go #like. over two hours of intense drawing. all because of him #i just..... cap!orym is s o good. i love.#critical role fanart #cr3 #bells hells #couldve made him more detailed but eh #who cares #not me!#i just needed to get this outta my system before it consumes me #and oh! the reference i used was the poster for captain america: first avenger #t’was badass enough in my mind #my art

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defeateddetectives · 8 months

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it's so narratively sexy that midorikawa yuki had to wait until the 100th chapter to give us an arc like homura and i love that in the volume notes she specifies why

not only would it have been impossible to execute earlier but it hits so much harder now that these characters had to reach this point both individually and in their dynamics with one another where this arc felt earned and believable and for them have these varying degrees of interlocked trust in one another!

i'm trying to picture early manga era natsume being confronted with one matoba seiji enthusiastically on his way to getting himself killed in pursuit of More Power and (at least internally) he would be like OK BYE (though he is a sweetheart and too kind for his good and maybe would have begrudgingly helped save him but not been anywhere as near as sympathetic about it considering the multiple times madara offered to eat him and natsume was like i Suppose you shouldn't 🙄)

and then!!! the joint horrible exorcism slay that still makes me lightheaded!! when contrasted with early manga natori @ natsume going: for the love of all that is holy please stay away from this dude he will not hesitate to turn everything in his path into cannon fodder!!! ~started from conducting mail theft and now we're dragging the horrible ex by his collar out of his fancy boardroom meeting to save our local reckless teenager and also thwart plans of a faction that threatens the political standing of said ex!!! what a time to be ALIVE

#my brain is struggling to form complete sentences but needed to get this out of my system because the contrast #from everyone's early manga dynamics to present day are SO HILARIOUS and would seem so JARRING IN RETROSPECT but #the very gradual journey we have taken in getting here is impeccable and it's just like wow. she DID THAT (for me personally)!!!!!!#i'm rereading all outta order so went back to hiiragi chapter/natori intro last night and REMEMBERED VIVIDLY WHY I GOT SUCH ROTTEN VIBES #though it is really fun to go back and revisit his viciousness with the sparkly tortured babygirl lens #and also just got real verklempt over best boy natsume being natsume and THAWING EVERYONE'S HEART by several degrees goshhh #many thoughts head overflowing #natsume problems #sorry but also not as this is the state of this blog and IT'S NOT EVEN NOVEMBER YET :D

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