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#intangible love
this-witch-writes · 1 year
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I was think about steddie and that post going around about "intangible love" and the romanticism of unspoken acts of affection and the replies show how differently people react to that.
Part 1 (Show Don't Tell)
part 2, part 3
Steve Harrington's parents are distant (always emotionally and usually geographically) his only serious girlfriend wouldn't say she loved him, and most of his friendships were either surface macho things or a bunch of literal children. He loves Robin and they talk, they do, but she's not exactly mushy either. That actually is fine with her and the kids, but it's not what he's hoping for in a relationship.
Eddie’s parents said they loved him, said they wanted what was best for him, but it was just words. The person who actually loved him, who cared, who showed up when it mattered, hardly ever said much at all. Wayne knew how to make love understood. His uncle didn't have to say he loved him it was obvious with the hours he worked, how he hadn’t hesitated to make space for Eddie, to listen to him, and never ask him to change. Wayne always paid attention to his likes and dislikes, and Eddie thinks that kind is real love.
After spring break, Eddie was pleasantly shocked by the level of care Steve showed people around him, in those little actions that meant everything. Eddie gets so swept up in how Steve makes him feel that he doesn't even realise that Steve thinks that Eddie made the first move.
Steve had known he liked Eddie and tried to look out for him after spring break, but he was surprised when the guy kissed him. It was nice though, nice to be wanted, nice to be the one pursued and not doing the pursuing. It made him feel more confident than he had in a long time. He doesn't worry about the rest of it. When Eddie never wants to talk about how he feels, what him and Steve are to each other, Steve doesn't love it but he figures that Eddie just needs time.
It doesn't get better with time, it gets worse.
They've been dating for six months and Eddie wants to be over the moon. Steve is amazing and sweet and hot. They have so much fun together, but Eddie doesn't know why nothing he does is enough to show Steve that he cares. He notices the little things, favourite foods and flowers, times a joke goes too far with the kids and Eddie shuts them down. Eddie knows he's paying attention, but Steve still constantly questions it, asking how Eddie feels like he’s not bending over backwards to show it? He just wants to feel like he's enough.
Steve is lost. He can't make sense of Eddie. He's so caring, so attentive, and the way he acts... it can't just be casual to him, can it? But it took four months for Eddie to use the word boyfriend and only when repeatedly asked. He hasn't said he loves him.
Steve did.
Five months in, riding the high of Eddie saying “boyfriend” instead of using vague hand-gestures to define their relationship. Steve had been stressed from work and got soaked in the November rain only to come home to Eddie cooking him a beautiful dinner.
'I love you, Eds.'
Eddie smiled big and bright and kissed him. They kept kissing and it wasn't until the next morning that Steve realized Eddie hadn't said it back.
Steve waited a week before saying it again. Eddie seem happy to hear it, not uncomfortable, all smiles and kisses and promises to pick Steve up after work but... no I love you. Steve kept trying for a few weeks but eventually he stopped. He told himself that it was fine, he could wait, but he missed that feeling from the start, so confident that he was wanted.  
Eddie knew Steve had been a bit quiet through the winter. He knew that he was missing Robin away at college, that the kids were busy, and that the holidays were tough for a lot of people with shitty parents. But he was still blindsided when he asked what was wrong and Steve looked him in the face and asked if Eddie loved him.
Did he love him? That hurt. How could Steve even ask that?
'Nothing's ever going to be good enough for his highness, is it?' He snapped at him, determined not to show how close to crying he was. He was just so tired. He’d been working all hours trying to save up so him and Steve could leave Hawkins and it was still not enough.
Steve blinked back at his boyfriend, the second person he'd loved who just refused him this most basic part of a relationship, who just couldn't seem to choke out the words even to humour him. Heartbroken and speechless, Steve walked the rest of the way home.
The next day Eddie worried. He'd expected Steve to call that night to make up, Eddie was big enough to admit that Steve was better at reaching out first to apologise. Eddie was good at words, descriptions, stories, but putting words to the messiness of emotions, not so much. When Steve didn't call Eddie decided that he'd been too harsh. So what if Steve was a little insecure sometimes? Eddie adored everything else about him, he was allowed to have a flaw. He drove to Steve's but no one answered. He had a key though and so let himself in
Downstairs was as empty as usual but Eddie got anxious when he saw a lot of Steve's things were missing from his room. There was a note on the desk on his desk he was too scared to read. Maybe Steve had been too upset to talk and needed to write it now for Eddie to understand.
'Eddie, I nearly couldn't go, but this isn't fair to either of us. I hope you find someone someday that you love as much I love you now, someone you love enough to get past whatever's holding you back. yours, Steve.'
Eddie didn't understand at all.
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Continue: part 2, part 3
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somnimagus · 5 months
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My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.
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ministarfruit · 3 months
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day 10: love is devotion ♡
(femslashfeb prompt list)
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aroaceleovaldez · 11 months
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non-exhaustive list of canon powers Nico di Angelo either has shown or is heavily implied to have:
Shadow-travel
Manipulation of shadows/darkness (also possibly use of shadows as a pocket-dimension a la Magicians using the Duat in The Kane Chronicles)
Becoming intangible/shadows
Complete control over skeletons/bones (dead or alive, including summoning, reanimation, and/or changing shape of them) and being able to sense their presence
Summoning, reanimating, commanding, and dispelling the dead/undead (Skeletons, zombies, ghosts, etc & varieties) and being able to sense their presence
Ability to understand/communicate with the dead/undead and potentially other beings of the Underworld
Inherent complete comprehension of Latin
Ability to perceive the usually unperceivable/possibly look upon a deity’s true form without repercussion (at least moreso than the average demigod, though possibly is restricted to chthonic beings) (ex: Tartarus, potentially also interacting with his parents, etc)
Interacting tangibly with ghosts (implied to be a Ghost King thing rather than a Hades/Pluto thing)
Partial or complete immunity to different effects of the Underworld/things within (can consume food/drink of or in the Underworld without repercussions, effects from the Lethe wear off over time instead of being permanent like usual for mortals, etc)
Astral projection/”Walking in dreams”
Dream manipulation and projection (Sending dreams to others, etc.) (presumably includes sharing/projecting dreams with others) alongside inflicting sleep upon others even from a distance.
Illusions
Manipulation of emotions/aura that inflicts specific emotions on others (ex.: radiating fear/death onto enemies)
Projection of emotions and memories onto others (can be so forceful it causes physical damage like a shockwave)
Geokinesis (all forms but also specifically generating black marble) (presumably also specialized control over precious gemstones & non-paper currency)
Temperature manipulation (seemingly only lowering temperature)/creating frost)
Control/manipulation of souls, including living beings (ex: ripping out Bryce Lawrence’s soul)
Perceiving/reading/judging of souls (most likely also a Ghost King thing over Hades/Pluto thing, but possibly both)
Converting living into dead/undead, aka instakill (ex: disintegrating monsters to bone with one touch)
Lowering or manipulation of own vitals (breathing, heart rate, etc)
Death Trance/pseudo-hibernation (possibly also general control over states of consciousness at least for self, in combo with control over vitals & dreams)
Sensing death (impending or when it occurs, sometimes receiving dreams/visions of it occurring)
Able to sense other children of Hades/Pluto (potentially also other chthonic beings in general/able to identify based on sense alone) and also just living beings in general, such as mortals (possibly via souls).
Improved navigation underground/in the Underworld and ability to traverse restricted or normally unnavigable parts of the Underworld
Enhanced strength/abilities when in the Underworld
Inherently unnaturally quiet (possibly able to silence sound on a designated target)
Hiding/shielding self from being perceived (seemingly related to shadows/silence)
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stealingyourbones · 2 years
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The first time Booster sees The Kid was in the middle of evacuating civilians. Booster knows that face. He knows that kid. That’s the Ruler of the Infinite Realms.
Booster freaks the fuck out because “holy shit that was the ghost king.”
The Justice league are very confused that Booster is panicking over this random child but decide to leave him be because he’s Booster Gold.
Booster decides to not say anything to the League or anyone at all because of his fear of accidentally making this kid turn evil. He knew that this kid fought an evil version of himself that wiped out worlds so he really doesn’t wanna fuck this up. He knows this kid needs a support system or else he’ll burn out in a few years but doesn’t know what to do.
So Booster goes back to the watchtower and talks to Blue Beetle about it. And he’s panicking because “Kord what should I do?! This kid can just wipe out Superman and I can’t just not tell the rest of the league. This kid has a really tragic life and I can’t not just help him. I don’t want to accidentally do something wrong and mess everything up.”
Blue beetle goes “You don’t have to tell the League. You can talk with the kid. Keep him on the right path. Become the support system for the kid.”
Booster, not realizing that he could be the one to help just goes “oh shit. That’s a good idea actually.”
And so Booster tracks down Danny in his civies and chats with Danny and offers to always be there to help.
Danny is really apprehensive but everyone knows that Booster is from the future and if the man from the future thinks that this is a good idea, yeah he should probably just go along with it. He’s had good experiences with individuals who know a great deal about future events and time and hopefully that track record won’t end here.
Booster just helps Danny with really basic shit like homework and also helping give him blueprints (with the assistance of his AI robot pal Skeets :)) to make better ghost equipment that won’t harm him and is years beyond its time compared to the rest of their current ghost technology.
So yeah. Blue beetle visits the ghost kid Booster keeps talking about and realizes that this teenager is super skilled and gifted in the engineering field. Kord tests him with an issue that has stumped the current engineers at his company and this kid solves it in under thirty minutes. The second Danny figures out the issue, Ted offers Danny an internship at Kord Industries. Danny accepts and he now basically has two Dads that support and accept him with his powers.
Once there’s a big ghost attack that the JLA has to fight and Booster arrives and pulls out this futuristic and extravagant yet cobbled together lookin machine that just captures and contains the ghost. The rest of the League are just like “what the fuck” because they were getting destroyed by this thing and Booster just had the tech that was specifically needed to capture this thing. Kord explains that his kid made it and the league is confused because “what? Kord has a kid?” And then they introduce Danny to the league. Batman instantly demands to meet this kid so he can collaborate and make more tech so situations like this won’t happen again.
They agree and later in the week Danny goes to the watchtower and does a whole “holy fuck you’re Batman” and is enamored by the vigilante. Batman on the other hand is Alert and Concerned, thinkin “why is this kid very much so not human. Too long limbs. Teeth funky. What the fuck.” And just accepts that he’s prolly a meta.
Danny never tries to show his ghost form to anyone. He uses his powers very casually and everyone simply assume that he’s a meta. Danny is super sociable and makes everyone in the league adore him almost instantly. Hired by both Batman and Kord Industries, Danny makes machines and gadgets to help the Justice League and eventually gets promoted to the Leagues head engineer.
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minty364 · 7 months
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DPXDC Prompt #55
What if Danny’s core worked like the Shikon Jewel from inuyasha? It gets split into however many pieces, depending on how long you make the fic.
Jason was raiding a GIW facility and finds 2 such shards, when they form together with a brilliant light, a larger shard is found. Danny finds himself slowly regaining consciousness with every shard to the point where eventually he can sense the other shards and core speak to Jason.
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minty-bunni · 1 year
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You what we don't have enough of?
Danny not being a superhero. Things looking in to his average daily life. I wanna see Danny having to hide his ghostliness while working part time at a store, Danny trying to be a normal kid for a day, Danny trying to defend a thesis while his ghost sense goes off every 2 seconds, Danny going to physics lab and totally ruining in class demonstrations by breaking the laws of physics with his whole ghost thing.
Just how to cope with having ghost powers 101.
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hannahmanderr · 9 months
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HERE TO FIX MY WRONNGDOINGS PITCH PEARL PLSSSSSS
Fenton didn't even have time to react to the sudden drop in temperature before something cold snaked around his arm.
He shrieked. "Getoffofme!" he began shouting in rushed words as he flailed his arms wildly, trying to shake the thing off. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't going to come off so easily.
A moment later, gasps of stifled laughter tickled at his ears, and a moment after that, the sense of familiarity settled into his chest, both at the voice and at the thing wrapped around his arm. He resumed his efforts to rid himself of it, but this time with a bit more thoughtfulness and a lot more anger.
"You. Are. The. Worst!" he hissed. Each word was punctuated with a swat in the general direction of the choked laughter. None of them landed, making the laughter only grow stronger.
Fenton growled and wrenched his arm out of the grasp of the strange, semi-tangible hold. In one motion, he yanked his arm out and quickly twisted it back around to grab at the area where it had been. This time, he landed true, and his hand closed around it.
"Hey!" The protest was accompanied by a flicker of his assailant. "Not cool!"
Fenton simply rolled his eyes and, keeping his grasp on the odd force, stormed into the nearby alleyway. Once safely tucked in between the two buildings, he hurled his hand forward, throwing the assailant into the wall.
Phantom appeared right as his back hit the wall and he let out an oomph. The assailant - his stupid tail - split back into two legs from the sudden shock of the impact. "What was that for?" he whined as he rubbed the back of his head.
"What do you mean, what was that for? How about you sneaking up on me and scaring the crap out of me?"
Phantom grinned sheepishly. "I couldn't help it. No one else was around, it was the perfect moment. Besides," he said, leaning in closer towards Fenton, "I have to come up with more creative ways to get to hold your hand, you know?"
Fenton remained unfazed. "You know you can literally just... hold my hand, right?"
"But that's not as much fun." The ghost lifted himself off of the ground a bit, and his legs reformed into a black, misty tail that began snaking its way towards Fenton again. "I like my way better."
"Oh, would you stop that?" Fenton batted the tail away easily. "You're not gonna get away with it by putting on this little cutesy act. And oh my God, why can I touch it? I thought that thing was like, a cloud or something?"
Phantom stopped in his tracks. He stared at the tip of his tail with a hard look as it floated between them, waving back and forth lazily. "That... is an excellent question," he muttered. Carefully, he experimented with poking and prodding at it himself.
"You mean you don't know?"
"Well excuse me! Just because I'm the ghost in this relationship doesn't mean I know everything!"
"It's literally your tail!"
"It was yours once too, you know!" Phantom huffed and crossed his arms. "It's not exactly something I've paid much attention to before. It's just... been there."
"I just thought it was different than other ghost tails," Fenton said. Now he too was staring at it, though his mind seemed to be in other places. "Like... the Observants. Or Desiree. Their tails are part of their body. But yours, it's not there all the time. You flip back and forth." He paused, then asked, "Are there other ghosts that can do that?"
"What, morph legs into a tail?" Phantom shrugged. "I don't know. I'm sure there are. I can't think of any off the top of my head though. Other than maybe Spectra and Bertrand, but that's because they have human disguises."
Fenton bit his lip and, with one finger, carefully reached out to the tip of the tail. It connected, pushing it just the slightest bit.
Phantom watched in wonder. He knew all the ghost stuff still interested Fenton - how could it not? It had become such an intimate part of his life at this point - but for as fiery as the human could get, he was often hesitant and timid, even around Phantom. Something about the simple action made his stomach flutter.
Granted, that also probably had to do with the fact that Fenton was interacting with his tail.
"It is weird," he said quietly, still watching Fenton poke at the tail, "I know other humans haven't been able to really touch it. Sam tried to hit me just last week and her hand went right through. So..."
Fenton glanced up at him. "Maybe it's 'cause I'm around ectoplasm a lot more? Or something?"
"Or..."
Fenton could recognize the look of a capital-I Idea in Phantom's eyes when he got one, and this was no exception. "Or what?" he asked impatiently.
"Maybe it's not just the ectoplasm," Phantom said, still grinning. "I mean like I said, this was your tail once too. You know it better than anyone else. Maybe you just know the right way to grab onto it."
Fenton's face flushed red. "Oh my God, did you have to make it sound dirty?"
"But think of it this way!" Phantom continued as if Fenton hadn't said anything. "Now..."
Without warning, the tail darted forward and slipped around Fenton's waist before coiling around his wrist, eliciting a yelp from him.
Phantom's grin was even wider now. "... I have an even better way of getting you close to me."
Fenton's eyes widened in realization as the tail began to pull him, closer to Phantom. A second later though, his face twisted into one of frustration. "Oh no you don't!" He dug his heels into the ground. "Don't think I've forgotten about you scaring me!"
"Aww, but darling, I can't apologize when you're way over there," Phantom said with a laugh. Despite the strain against his tail, he managed to stay still in the air.
"I'm about to 'darling' you if you don't let me go!"
"Hmm." Phantom put a thoughtful hand to his chin as he watched Fenton struggle against his hold. It felt strange, to have a human be able to to interact with such a ghostly limb, but he couldn't deny that the idea that this was a trait unique to Fenton didn't send a pleasant buzz through his core.
After a moment spent basking in the satisfaction of it all, he shrugged. "Well, I guess if I can't get you to come to me, I could always just come to you."
"Wait, what?" Fenton stopped struggling for a moment, but it was already too late. Phantom, laughing giddily, had shot forward, and before Fenton knew it, Phantom's tail was wound around him even tighter, pinning his arms into place. Phantom himself had pressed right up against his side and thrown his arms around the human's shoulders. His head was bent in close towards Fenton's.
"I hate you so much," Fenton muttered. He tried to turn his head to look at Phantom, but they were too close for it to be much more than him rubbing his cheek uselessly against Phantom's forehead.
Phantom hummed again before taking one of his hands and cupping Fenton's cheek. Gently, he lifted his head enough to turn Fenton's face to his and place his forehead against the human's.
Like this, they were twined so closely together, the rapid thrum of Fenton's heart was indistinguishable from the pulse of Phantom's core. Warm, shallow breaths tickled Phantom's face. He almost had to go cross-eyed to see into Fenton's eyes, and even though it wasn't the most comfortable thing to attempt, he tried anyway because he wanted to - needed to see his human.
Despite Fenton's pouty demeanor, Phantom could feel the desire radiating off of him. They'd been in somewhat similar positions many times before, and he knew that Fenton knew (and wanted) what always came next.
So instead, he brought Fenton's face just close enough for him to nuzzle his nose lovingly against the human's.
When he pulled his head away, he couldn't help but giggle at the pout that had become even more pronounced on Fenton's face.
"Go through all that trouble and you can't even give me a real kiss for it," he grumbled.
The giggles wouldn't stop coming. "Technically, it's still a kiss."
"... I swear if you don't quit being such a smartass, I will tie you up with your own tail and leave you in the lab for Mom and Dad to find."
Phantom just laughed harder and pulled his tail and his human in closer to deliver the 'real' kiss that had long been coming.
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m-kyunie · 2 years
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"God's Clown" episode 70 supremacy
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lameotello · 8 months
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peak brain of me yesterday to call antis and the current state of fandom an HOA. not only because it fits but because it gives a more tangible, real quality to it. Fandom is a neighborhood and we all have our own homes in it. My yard doesn't pass inspection. My house is bright and colorful and not to the HOA's tastes. They can tell me to change it but legally they don't have a leg to stand on
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pawbeanies · 28 days
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working on my mental categorized list of terms of endearment because i have chosen to devote brainpower to this while staring at the ceiling. so far i have food/flavors (honey, sugar, every term that involves the word "sweet" like sweetness, sweetheart, etc.) and like. animals (kitten, puppy, there are more im sure). just in case u were wondering what goes thru my one braincell at any given moment
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rambutanjpeg · 10 months
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familiar
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brainrats · 1 year
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I would never be able to finish the Stanley Parable because the narrator would start ranting about some random thing and I would just sit there happily listening to him until the dialogue started looping (and probably a little after that because I’d forget the beginning and not realize it looped for a few minutes)
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snarky-art · 2 years
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Quick redraw before I pass the fuck out
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[Art] Marked
Artist: 橘芝士 (ju zhi shi)
Source: ♡ || Permission: ♡ ||  Sub master-list
⌚ Please do not repost ⌚
“The time I spent loving someone, not a second of it was wasted.”
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oatbugs · 12 days
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oh my god ! haha . anyway a bit buzzed perhaps. anyway here's what happened on the date
#at some point i took the earrings off. the metal clanging was screaming their name too loud and it#was 6 knives to the throat and he confirmed it so. here's the kicker. you can be taught a lot and you can have their hands on your thighs#and you can kiss them but even if they pray even if they tell you about the bible looking into you like really they lost what they believed#in a pennsylvania countryside catholic schools with a protestant family since joining the london school of economics#even if they pray for you to stay the whole way even though their hair was softer than hers you think of her and he thinks of someone else#and be tells you none of it will make sense. they smile and they say what a shame you might miss the train but they hold onto you#the entirety of you - like a religion or a polite insistence or something to keep.#you learned they were used to losing everyone they felt bound to love. they said they got really good at letting go. you were told#you think he's being epistemologically#irresponsible and he tells you he carries a massive task. he tells you the responsibility is monumental#and he feels responsible for defining responsibility. he shows you songs and his poetry. my eyes feel on fire.#she doesnt know this. this is marylebone. the next station is edgeware road. everyone here looks happy and high and clear of the doors.#he says tell me when you get to the station and very especially tell me if you don't. the next station is paddington. please mind the gap#between the train and the platform. you say this to him. he says i minds the gap between you and i. i mind it so much that i need you to#come back. he says this because you kissed him briefly but you kissed him well. she says you're a good kisser but he says you have him#stunned. he asks you who decides the truth. he tells you you decide the truth without his mouth. you're fast enough to make it there before#the wheels do. this world is lit by glass and light and people with a pact to fall in love with the abstractions more than each other.#he tells you to be committed to your various intangible loves more than anyone. you both have to be. they love each other anyway.#i was supposed to find a persian poetry book with her on our fourth date except she was hours late. i found it with him. he didnt give up#he should be perfect and i should really like him.
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