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got my hands on sb pro :0
#just an exercise ough#I wanna do more of this scene just sharing now bc am excited sjdgsd#transformers#maccadam#skystar#starfire#jetfire#skyfire#animatic#storyboard#my art
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very curious what are everyone else's words that you know how to spell correctly but also cannot for the life of you spell correctly. every time you use it you just know you're about to fuck it up in so many ways. mine are lose/loose, exercise, and rhythm
#shitpost#random#we're not going to talk about how badly I just spelled one of those words trying to include it in the post#listen. i KNOW how they're all spelled#i know english I'm rather good at it#but also for some reason I always mistakenly use the wrong lose or loose even though I know which is which!#and ough. exercise my nemesis#i fuck it up SO bad every time#autocorrect often doesn't know what I'm trying to say#and rhythm. you'd think it'd be simple but i can fit so many h's and y's in that bad boy where there's only supposed to be one of each#i am. in fact. a writer. quite a verbose one. i know words but these...these vex me
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i dont even have a dog what is that about
#the minute i start this new job im saving up for one just so u lot know#gonna get a little toy poodle cross#(best friend / its likely coparent needs a hypoallergenic one)#also. better to get a first dog that has low exercise needs#and exceed that#than get a bigger dog and not be able to take care of it#especially considering we live in a flat. lapdog time#anyway eurgh. ough. dogy.
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what if
instead of sleeping
i ended up listening to the OST of Everything Everywhere All At Once and wrote some buck wild things for future fics
hm?
#progress report#kind of?#well first I'll do a bit of exercise#...maybe take a nap afterwards too#living that Ursula from Kiki's Delivery Service vibes#nico blabs into the void#also the soundtrack to this movie is just Ough [chef kiss] but I'm sure many folks already know that
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i hope your minecraft men do fascinating things that are so so very blorboable. have a nice day C|:-)
WAHOO THANK U
#anon im holding your hand so sweetly and infodumping to you about my new favorite mined craft men#i am also offering you some freshly toasted bagels and some electrolye drinks bc thats all i have in my fridge# camtankerous is whining#ough no but. i cant put myself on blast on main but. i could literally talk about them all day. im like the pepe silvia meme rn#thinking about actual canary jimmy being a little shit. cackling to myself quietly.#thanks anon <3#At all times you should just picture me holding at least two of these little block bastards under my arms like sacks of flour#also i just got home from lots of pt exercise so its NAP TIME
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oh my god wait i finally understand the whole "men tend to stand with their legs spread and weight evenly distributed whereas women tend to shift their weight from foot to foot" thing. i never understood why they wouldnt shift foot to foot bc i have chronic foot pain and thats how ive always juggled it is by giving each fot rest periods but it literally has nothing to do with their feets its becuse theres a dick and balls and even soft that takes up space so they have to give it room to breathe, the feet come second
#and like yeah mines silicon but i think also i must have at least a little bit of bottom growth because the pressure of it just. being#there sometimes gets uncomfortable#oh fuck me im a man arent i#like not just a masc aligned but mostly gender neutral thing but like dtraight up a man#every single thing that changes makes me feel more 'like a man' and it makes me so happy#it is impossible to overestimate how much better being able to actively transition makes things#i honestly do think if i wasn't doing this right now my mental health would be such a worse trainwreck than it is#like. an entirely unrelated trainwreck mind you#the relief of getting to be a man is just taking something very heavy off the pile and giving me room to breathe#ough sorry i just went down the longest mental rabbit hole of my life#looking up aerial yoga classes near me because i want to build up some muscle but my body cant handle most exercise#nyways. im not gonna do anything about this yet i dont think#honestly i think thats how most of my friends percieve me at this point anyways and who gives a shit about work
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Rainy day so I'm running on fumes
#pathetically slouching on my moms stationary bike#yes that is exercise but consider this#*runs away*#but swriously stuff like walking and spinning are good for my brain and make all the lying around hurt a bit less#ough just remembered im gonna be sitting at the kitchen table for a few hours this evening#was talking to my brother in law about the state of the world last night after movies#NOT ENOUGH socialization for the weekend??#gripes and tripes
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hhhough it might just be because I am out of shape but yoga seems underestimated in its ability to be soso tiring
#rambumbles#also the fact that I have very limited/inadequate space for most of the exercises and also don't have a yoga mat#so I am just using a folded blanket on a concrete floor#either way though OUGH#effects of taking a phys ed class after not seriously exercising for ~3-4 years
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Body Swap - The Exorcism Part One
finally done... ough. its really hard to make shigeo emote just the right amount... hes such a deadpan boy its hard to have variance over the panels
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SUMMARIZED ID: Reigen gives Mob a pep talk about speaking to other people and tells him he just has to gain experience by training his social skills. Mob is at 50% progress towards his explosion. They arrive at the clients house and Dimple leaves due to the powerful spirits inside.
FULL ID UNDER CUT
START ID:
(This is a body swap, so I'll be referring to the characters as who they actually are but keep in mind that Reigen is in Mob's body and vice versa.)
"Reigen is speaking to Mob,his hand is on his shoulder and he's holding up one finger while speaking. Reigen says, "There is no set way to get along with other people. Because every person is unique- what might be the right thing to say to someone, could be the wrong thing for somebody else, understand?"
Mob looks at Reigen with a slightly awed expression. Reigen continues, "The best you can do is try to treat people with the same kindness you'd want for yourself."
Reigen smiles and leans over a bit, putting his free arm up on his knee that's perched on the curb. His other hand is still on Reigen's shoulder. Dimple is sitting to the right of Mob on the curb, with two little legs dangling over the edge. Reigen continues, patting Mob on the back. "More than likely, they're feeling just as awkward as you are! Nobody's got it all figured out- it only seems that way because you're not seeing the bigger picture of their lives."
Reigen holds up two fingers, smirking confidently. "People who are really good at talking to others benefit from common sense and experience." He gestures his hand out and shrugs a little dismissively. "And while you don't have common sense," He points at Mob, smiling widely again. "You can get experience!" He places his hand over his mouth in thought. "You're still in that exercise club, right?"
"Mhmm." Mob replies. Reigen points at him. "How much can you lift right now?"
Mob looks a little embarrassed, averting his eyes with a slight blush on his cheeks. "mm... 35 pounds."
"And how much could you lift when you started?" Reigen asks. Mob looks back to him, eyebrows raised slightly and a sweatdrop on his cheek. "20." He answers.
Reigen beams and holds up a finger, gesticulating. "That's a huge improvement, right!? But that's only because you trained everyday."
He tilts his head slightly downward, lopsidedly grinning, and confidently looks at Mob. "You have to train your social skills too, remember that."
He continues, "Hey, why don't you start helping me with consultations every once in a while? We can start small."
Mob's lips are slightly parted and he looks at Reigen in slight awe. "It's like training...?" He thinks to himself. He smiles, eyes shining and nods. "Yeah."
PROGRESS TOWARDS EXPLOSION: 50%
A transition panel of the top of a taxi, just showing the 'taxi' sign on the top of the car as speed lines go across the panel horizontally.
Mob and Reigen stand outside the clients house. It very boxy in shape with a square roof and garage. The windows are in triplets and shaped like rectangles. There is one small tree in front of the house. The double doors are framed by an angular archway and are dark. Above the archway is a semicircle window. Outside is a square, brick, fence.
Reigen knocks on the door. Hiroto opens the door. Reigen looks up at Hiroto, the camera angle makes him seem smaller. He is smiling up at him with his customer service smile. "Good evening, Mr. Hiroto!" Reigen greets.
Hiroto crouches down, hands on his knees, and smiles at Reigen. "Good evening, young man. You're right on time!"
"Come on in." He continues. Reigen keeps his smile, but it's tighter and strained now. There's an angry pulse symbol on his forehead. He heads inside with Hiroto. Mob stays stood outside.
Mob looks behind him at Dimple, who is floating away. "Dimple? Are you going somewhere?"
Dimple turns to Mob. "Yeah. I can tell there's some pretty powerful spirits in there so... I'm gonna steer clear for now."
He shrugs, smiling in a lighthearted manner. "Would've been fun to see Reigen try to use your powers, though!"
"Oh." Mob says.
Dimple's lightheartedness lessens and he looks a little unsure. "But... uh... if you need me... you know how to reach me, right?"
Mob nods, smiling slightly.
Dimple floats off, waving behind his back to Mob. "Alright, good luck. And don't let Reigen get your body killed! You don't wanna be stuck looking like that forever, ahaa!~"
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I wanted to point out this page alone because I just really love the idea of Meryl and Luida as foils. Also I just really want to bang a bunch of pots together like, LOOK AT THESE WOMEN THEY ARE WRITTEN SO WELL AND I LOVE THEM SO DEEPLY!
Luida is a character archetype I really adore (one of my dnd NPCS/basically an OC at this point is just. Wizard Luida). Love an older woman in charge who has some internal struggles but exercises empathy and careful judgement. Meryl is... a baby in comparison. The kind of girl, adventurous and a bit headstrong, who may be changed into someone more like Luida with hard lessons and deep self-reflection. I don't know. Maybe I'm just talking out of my ass at this point.
This conversation is... difficult. Luida is considering having Vash use his angel arm to destroy Knives, to have another July (to which, poor Meryl is like "god the horrors are endless. I saw how that went"). She hates that she even considers it, hates the idea of Vash being a weapon of mass destruction just to take down Knives (ethics of using atomic bombs, anyone?). It is especially hard for her to consider because "this battle with undoubtedly push his limits". Vash is still a friend (and if we want to get Stampy with it, like a son to her), and she knows this could kill him.
Luida scolds herself for being a coward, and I'm not sure in what way - is it cowardly that she won't sacrifice people for the "greater good", or that she's having this internal struggle in the first place? That she won't make Vash pull the trigger?
I forgot to screenshot the panels about it but there's also a very important topic in the conversation preceeding this page about how Vash has been fighting alone, trying to save everyone, but perhaps he needs people to fight for him too. Vash is obviously well-known around Ship 3 as an incredibly powerful plant, so I can understand if they believed him when he said he could take Knives alone, but Luida is now having doubts about Vash's independence - is he too afraid to ask for help? (this is a secret tool that will help us later! Remember that Meryl is here to hear this!)
Using this thread of thought, Luida and her forces attack the ark, which allows Wolfwood to rescue Vash (and then we get the SUPER COOL bit of Vash reversing his angel arm to allow them to escape! and the fall out of the sky! OUGH). It's about the teamwork, it's about helping each other. No one can fight alone. (and then idiot Wolfwood leaves Vash to let him fight Knives alone) (we can already tell this is a bad idea)
#trigunbookclub#i love luida. not enough luida appreciation in the world#meryl stryfe#luida trigun#this is kinda vashmeryl if you squint and think about the impies
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Good evening Rin! I come by with another zhongwrinth thought! It’s always been a personal headcanon of mine that Zhongli knows how to fight with different weapons, maybe because he’s the God of War or smth but anyways! I like to think combat practice does happen from time to time in the teahouse or in the adeptal relams.
At first it’s Wriothesley practicing punches then Zhongli passes by and asks him, “Have you tried (insert boxing tip here)?” And Wriothesley tries it out, he’s surprised at the improvement. Wriothesley knows Zhongli is powerful, he’s in the adeptal realm after all. So sometimes he’ll seek Zhongli out and ask for a combat tip or two.
For Al-Haitham it’s a little harder? Feeble scholar he calls himself, i just like to think he passed by during Wriothesley’s practice once and Zhongli happens to be there. Zhongli comments on the Wrio’s form and Al-Haitham, curious, asks Zhongli for comments on the scholar’s form.
Zhongli gives a detailed comment and Al-Haitham just goes. “I’ll try it next time.”
So now three of them have one joint combat session, I forgot to ask, how much does Al-Haitham and Wriothesley know about Zhongli’s being a former god in the zhongwrinth household? Do they know all the details or do they just go ‘he’s powerful and gives good advice’?
That’s not the best part, the best part is when you come home and see three of your husbands, shirtless and sweating from their workout practicing together.
*runs*
*EXCITED CHEW TOY NOISES* HIIII STORM (if i can call you that??? but lmk if you prefer to be called something else <3) UEUEUE IM SCREECHING THIS WAS SO <3 <3 <3 🫠🫠🫠
(more utc bc this got long helphsdlkfjskd)
yessss i'm pretty sure zhongli can wield a lot of weapons (i mean…. 6k years and counting, god of war, knowledgeable about all things, man wears an archer's ring - and i refuse to believe it's just for 'status' or aesthetic purposes….) and he just so happens to prefer the polearm!! ough… imagine him with a claymore…. *nosebleeds*
...... they're bonding your honor. they're bonding and i like it very much. i love them i love them i love them i love them i love them i lov- wait sorry what were we talking about again? /silly
OH RIGHT YES AHEM joint combat training (or, as al haitham claims, 'just an exercise') session. does wriothesley and al haitham know about zhongli's identity? well, the answer is both yes and no lol
i'd like to think zhongli is kind of a menace in this one - he doesn't really straight up tell them, but he doesn't really try to hide the fact that he's not just an ordinary guy. they have seen him with his horns and tail out. they have seen him in his compact form wrapped around my neck like a scarf. he doesn't hesitate to tell stories of old when he was rex lapis/morax over dinner (but he does this in a storytelling fashion and in third-person pov). they have asked me for clarification, but i'm also a menace so i choose to keep quiet i don't think it's something i should be telling them, so all i tell them is "if he's not telling, then i'm not telling <3" lmao
i'd say wriothesley suspects that he's a dragon sovereign, simply because he knows neuvillette and these two old men give similar vibes and mannerisms. i imagine he keeps sneakily trying to bribe zhongli to visit fontaine with its ✨selections✨of✨tea✨ but he's actually secretly planning to make the two dragons meet so he can test his hypothesis.
as for al haitham, i think he has enough resources and brainpower to do a proper observation and research to conclude that zhongli is the ex-geo archon. he's the type who would deep dive into liyue history books and journals and records, learn ancient liyuean to explore the ruins, and ask questions to zhongli to crosscheck between the books, the facts he's seen, and whether zhongli's story corroborates it. man's hyperfixated now. someone help him.
brb now i'm imagining shirtless wriothesley and zhongli in that transparent bodysuit and al haitham in his own bodysuit, all sweating aー oh god zhongli's hair is upー oh god wrio's pouring water onto his face and it's trickling down hisー oh god haitham's lifting his bodysuit to wipe his swー HWERHFIE)OWWEDLIAJDIKASD *explODES*
#rin answers#rin is having tea with: song-of-storms162#rin selfships#zhongwrinth#I AM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS#SCREECHES
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hey angie! how are you also do you have any tips on making diverse character silhouettes/etc? i love the way you employ design and shape in all of your stuff sm
OUGH I LOVE GETTING TO TALK ABOUT SILHOUETTES
(NOTE all rules have their time + place to be broken these are mostly general ones)
for starters: HERE is an old tutorial i made for some classmates back in my character design class, really only the first part is silhouette based but i do have it
now for the new stuff: my 5 biggest personal rules for silhouette design! in order, they are:
Group Design
Exaggeration
Shape Language
Proportion
Toolkit Awareness
here's some ideas for further exploration!
for exercises to understand these concepts on your own:
-break down designs you like into their major shapes, and note how the shapes add to the personality
-annotate a design you like, including every little detail. how many tufts are at the end of a piece of hair? how many joints are in the fingers? do the lips connect to the mouth?
-draw the same character with triangular, square, and circular shapes-- literally just the shapes, don't get fancy with the linework. pay attention to how this changes the silhouette
-"break apart" a pre designed character and resize different pieces to watch the proportions change. bonus: this will make some really funny images
-compare three designs from the same piece of media and look for rules 2-4 in them. what's been exaggerated? what shape languages do they all use? how do their proportions vary? what are the rules of their art style?
media to study for more understanding of shapes and silhouettes/media that explores and pushes these rules successfully:
-steven universe
-clone high
-total drama
-veggietales (yes, really.)
-ninjago (toolkit only; for obvious reasons, character silhouettes are not that distinct)
i hope this is helpful!!!! character design + especially silhouette variation is one of my passions. please note that this is all my personal notes and shouldnt be taken as gospel, theres tons of other content online about how to complete character design.
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What is Sparrows daily routine?
i wanted to draw stuff for this but ough that's so much, so-
[a day is divided into 30 units of time (aka their "hours") instead of 24 like with us for the sake of a rounded number like that]
[05:40] - wake up through the mist of "ugh five more minutes", throw a middle finger to the alarm clock and start the process of becoming a conscious member of the society by running into the closet doors face first and dressing up, getting that "hair" contained...
[06:00] - make either breakfast or lunch. if breakfast is done, get some stretching exercises in before eating. if lunch is done, just get the exercises done. pack some cash, documents like an ID since ID drones aren't a thing yet, tools for today's planned workload, don't forget the annoying golden mask
[~06:45 - 07:00] - enter the restaurant/fast food place ya visit every day and get either breakfast or lunch for later, ignore the barista who somehow managed to develop a crush on ya, eat up if it's breakfast order, maybe take a walk around the town square
[08:00] - clock in for work at the Mechanic's main entrance into the Caper of Euros structure. make the way to the puppet chamber to check Euros' statistics, see if smth fucked up during the night that would need the help with getting fixed up and of course, tell him good morning. if he's on his puppet and scoops ya up, kiss him a good morning too
[08:15] - leave the chamber and the backpack with lunch behind (he'll look after it, probably strap it to the umbilical arm, maybe go through it - he's allowed to. one of these days she really needs to pack a little notebook, pencil and an eraser so he can have some fun with that) and start the shift. Mechanic's job mainly revolves around catching the mistakes that slipped by before an Iterator was turned on besides the maintance. so basically bringing them as close to perfection as possible. so she looks for lil fuck ups in the design + works on the ones already noted on the pearl she has from Euros' first Mechanic
[14:00 - 14:20] - lunch break!!! come back to the puppet chamber and sit with Euros while snacking. get to talk with him a little, catch up on what he's up to in his research and iterations, answer him in kind when he asks you about your day outside of him. "so how'd you sleep? any dreams? how was breakfast? is the barista still eyeing you? i still think you should go on a date with them and be absolutely obnoxiously out of character so they'd stop. oh! what about the town square? what did the kids play today?" "oh slow down, will you! i still have noodles left."
[14:20 - 20:45] - rest of the shift! the last hour or so is dedicated to mostly going around the sector she dedicated the day to and checking over her work and the Hivemind members. with the nature of her and Euros' relationship this often times results with the Inspectors yoinking her to play or cuddle with
[20:45 - 27:00] - free time! she Can be hailed by the Houses for updates on Euros' condition and to get her opinion on some changes they'd want to implement that would affect Euros during this time. she Hates these kind of meetings because she sucks at social interaction n everything, but if she has to defend her charge(/lover) against stupid ass ideas, she Will do her best. but generally this time is filled with hanging out with Euros properly as a friend or as a romantic partner, go out for beer or smth if she feels like it, calling her family to ask how they are doing once she gets home- ask if they need any money and such since the job pays INCREDIBLY well- strength and such exercises to keep in shape, read up on some additional info on Iterators that wasn't necessarily addressed back in school or some fictional stuff, play games (with Euros if he will be down or calls first), make dinner, watch a movie...
[~27:00 - 05:40] - sleeby time <3
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Dig that prompt list. Super worried for the new episodes tho so maybe some Harringrove with feeling your partners pulse??? 🖤🖤🖤
ough i hope ur alright after vol 2 lol 💕💕💕 here's a lil fluff, cuz we all deserve some rn
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“Would you stop squirming, I’m supposed to be checking your resting heart rate.”
“I’m plenty restful,” Billy mutters, shifting in his seat again, eyes downcast and pouting like a petulant toddler.
Steve huffs, adjusting his loose grip on Billy’s wrist. His pulse jumps under Steve’s fingers, and the muscles in his forearm twitch. “Right.”
It’s like this every time. Every goddamn day since Billy got out of the hospital. It should be getting under Steve’s skin by now, but it’s weirdly getting easier to deal with. Like Billy’s growing on him or something.
It was rocky at first. He knew it would be when he volunteered to take Billy in, but Max wouldn’t stop fretting over what was going to happen to her brother and Steve couldn’t stand the sad eyes anymore. It took some convincing, for some goddamn reason Steve couldn’t stop the words from falling out of his face when she told him no, like he actually wanted to do this. But he argued for in favor for so long he almost convinced himself as much as he convinced her.
And so here he is. Responsible for Billy Hargrove’s stubborn ass. Making sure he takes his meds and does his exercises, inspecting his shiny new scars for any signs of complications—whatever that means, half the shit the doctor told him went right over his head—and checking his stupid pulse because his stupid heart got fucked up by the stupid Mind Flayer, and now… And now Steve has to worry about him. Him and his damaged heart.
“It’s too high again,” Steve sighs.
“I’m tellin’ you, I feel fine. It’s fine.”
“Yeah my Uncle was fine too. Right up until he died of a heart attack when he was, like, fourty.”
“Jesus, Harrington.”
“I’m just saying.”
“Well, stop saying.” Billy pulls his arm away, tucking it close to his side, away from Steve.
Steve flexes his fingers, trying to subtly shake the weird feeling of loss. His palm is cold. Empty. He’s suddenly too aware of his own pulse thrumming, a poor replacement for the heady warmth of Billy’s skin.
Christ, he needs to stop. He really needs to stop. Billy took a risk trusting Steve with his care—something that still shocks Steve if he thinks about it too long—and Steve can’t fuck that up by perving on him while he’s supposed to be helping.
He’s not sure how to stop though. Billy started muscling his way into Steve’s space the second he got to Hawkins, but it was never like this. Quiet. Back when he was being annoying Steve was focused on that. Distracted by Billy being an asshole. Not sitting on their beat-up old couch holding his hand and his heart and trying desperately to keep the numbers in his brain when all his brain wants to do is remind him that Billy’s knee is touching his and he could be counting the freckles on Billy’s nose instead of his heartbeats.
Steve lets his head fall back against the cushions and stares at the ceiling. There’s a stain in the corner that looks like a whale.
“Fine. D’you wanna watch a movie or something?”
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The next day is, to nobody’s surprise, no different.
Steve checks and double-checks the pamphlets he was given, just to make sure he isn’t misremembering what a healthy heart is supposed to sound like.
He wasn’t. Billy’s heartbeat is definitely racing. Again. Still? Maybe it’s been like this the whole time, thundering under the metal plate keeping Billy’s ribs in place, thumping so hard Steve doesn’t need to touch Billy to know how fast it is because he can see it.
He touches him anyways.
“Are you drinking buckets of coffee while I’m not looking? Jesus Christ, Hargrove.”
“Yes. Obviously. I’m surprised you haven’t caught me yet.”
Billy picks at a thread hanging loose from the bottom of his cutoff shorts. His other hand hangs limply in Steve’s grip. He stares at his own wrist with a furrowed brow.
“Very funny, smartass. I think I might have to call the doc, this isn’t—”
“I don’t need another fucking check-up.”
“Your BPM says you do.”
“Oh excuse me, Nurse Harrington.”
Steve blows out a breath. “C’mon, man. It could be something serious, don’t you wanna know?”
“I do know. I know that an appointment would be a waste of everyone’s goddamn time.”
“You—” Steve gestures helplessly with his free hand, fingers tuat and curled with frustration. “This isn’t normal, Billy!”
“It’s—”
“No, no, shut the fuck up, just—” Before he can actually think it through he pulls Billy’s hand towards him and holds it to his chest, wrangling him into position while Billy stares at him in blank shock. “This is what a normal heartbeat is supposed to feel like, alright?”
Billy’s palm is flat against his sternum, a warm weight between his chest and his hands, ragged, bitten down thumbnail catching on the material of Steve’s shirt. Crystal blue eyes bore into him, wide and unblinking.
He really should have thought this through.
No matter how much he tries to will his heart to stay steady, the longer Billy looks at him the more it trips over itself. The longer he stays, touching Steve’s chest, letting him hold his hand, the more anticipation threads itself around his lungs, taut and hopelessly tangled.
“...Is it?” Billy raises his eyebrows.
“Um.”
He should definitely probably be panicking right now. And he is, a little, except Billy’s sitting so close and he’s not moving away, and the look on his face is curiosity more than anything else. There’s something tickling Steve’s brain that he can’t quite pin down. It’s distracting enough to keep him from hitting solid ground, keep him looking up at least, ignoring the weird, awkward reality that he’s pushed a boundary that he told himself he wouldn’t.
Except Billy isn’t pulling away.
He’s…
Oh, wait.
Wait a second.
“Oh my god.”
Billy blinks at him. “What.”
“Do I make you nervous?”
“What?”
There’s an unmistakable pink tinge spreading under Billy’s freckles, and Steve grins. “Holy shit, that’s why, isn’t it?”
“Fuck off, Harrington.” There’s no heat to it.
“All this time I was worried about your health and it turns out you just have a crush on me, oh my god.”
“I—”
“Dude, that’s adorable.”
Billy lets out an embarrassed huff, “Shut up.” His gaze drops to his hand, still trapped against Steve’s chest. When he glances back up there’s something tentative about the way he does it. He opens his mouth. A beat passes. He closes it again.
“The answer is yes,” Steve says gently.
“You…”
“Yeah.”
“Huh.”
“So…do you think you and your heart can handle doing something about this, or—”
Billy’s nails dig in as he lunges forward, crashing his mouth into Steve’s. It’s messy and enthusiastic, as much an oh god finally as a yes I can, Harrington, shut the fuck up. By the time they come up for air Billy is straddling Steve’s thighs, gripping the front of his shirt like his life depends on it.
And it turns out Billy’s heart is just fine. Especially when he has Steve taking care of it.
~~tag list ppls @growup-thatbeautiful @spreckle 💕💕
#stranger things#harringrove#harringrove ficlet#billy hargrove#steve harrington#a raven's writing desk
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Vil would definitely be a full size poodle. Very intelligent, and gorgeous! He enjoys having changes to his coat cut, from the poofy style to even lion cuts! As a hunting breed, he also has a lot of energy, and adores his exercise. Needs his schedule on time, if you don’t feed him on time he starts pouting, and huffing. Doesn’t like getting dirty, but loves baths. He may have sensitive skin honestly. Poodles tend to have thinner skin, gets cut easily when running around, soVil avoids running around, getting dirty because of that.
Rook is a fox hound, full of energy, and a bit independent. They’re kinda the dogs who will bolt out the door and return hours later with like five catches, and somehow money? They’re a tougher breed, though sensitive to the cold. They can be great agility dogs, fast, precise, and when they want to they’re great listeners. It just depends if they feel like behaving.
Epel is a yorkie, everyone thinks they’re cuties, soft and small forgetting they’re also a hunting breed! Yorkies have attitudes, and can be aggressive, with a tendency to small dog syndrome (they want to be the alpha with everyone, including their people) but they’re loving dogs to their people. They’re surprisingly tough little dogs, and adapt great to most living spaces as long as they get their exercises.
All hunting dogs that need their exercise or they get bored and find something to do. It’s worst with Epel, but Rook can get pretty crazy when cooped up for too long. Vil is the most well behaved, but he usually finds something to do that is okay. Vil I feel lOVES his praise, so he is the dog who is trying to copy you and be helpful! Puts his toys away by himself! Rook is an escape artist, can probably leap the fence, needs to be watched like a hawk! Vil can escape, but he does it only to go grab Rook, and Epel, dragging them back by their ears!
THE RETURN OF DOG FIORE (me and well i guess an ex friend idk we don't talk anymore assigned pomefiore dog breeds a long time ago)
1- I DID NOT KNOW POODLES WERE HUNTING DOGS BUT WOW ANS YES POODLE VIL EHSHS HES SO ELEGANT. poodle vil still requiring skin and hair care ough so expensive but everything for the bestest boy
2- tbh when i think of rook i imagine a borzoi because idk they fit better in my mind but fox hound rook is SO good too. Escaping home every fucking day it's like he doesn't even love u :( STOP HIDING CORPSES IN THE HOUSE BAD DOG
3- YORKIE EPEL PLESDE THIS IS SO REAL SHHSJSJS HES ADORABLE he hates EVERYONE but you
the three of them living together is pure chaos rook is constantly dirty and epel is too and they make vil dirty which makes vil mad which ends up with rook and epel hurt because angry vil is TERRIFYING, then vil goes to you wincing and demands all of your love and attention and spills their food on the floor. yes praise vil if u don't he'll start misbehaving he deserves it hes the only one keeping this house together if he's honest. rook being a terrible influence to epel is real and its terrible to you and vil because epel is small and not as fast as rook so he CAN get hurt unlike rook sighs what troublesome little guys vil sits by ur side as u scold rook and epel and dooms them to no treats for a week
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Haha you're probably so sick of these au swaps but im really invested!
I imagine if S!Tom and R!tom changed places spiritually instead, just imagine R!Tom waking up (in S!Toms body) freaking out because 1 he cant see shit and 2 someone is hugging him from behind?? Stay Tomm from the other hand..Oh..god. I doubt he'd be able to defend himself with R!Toms injuries
HAHAHA NOT AT ALL! Its good brain exercise for my creative flow, I dont mind the au swaps at all.
Oh definitely, R!Tom would NOT handle suddenly being blind too well. He'd probably think Tord had done something to him while he was asleep, plus he HATES physical contact so he would definitely freak out and start kicking/hitting at whoever is hugging him.
This of course causes S!Tord to yell and curse "AY FY FAEN!!" which would only DOUBLE R!Tom's panic at hearing an (almost) familiar voice speak Norwegian. He'll tumble out of the bed in his panic and back away as much as he can until his back hits the wall, but he won't move since he cant see, though his fight instincts will be dialed up HIGH and will be ready to retaliate if anybody even comes CLOSE.
Then...he starts seeing heat signatures.
Which freaks him out EVEN MORE.
"Owwww fuck! Thomas what the hell was that for?!"
The figure on the bed says, and Tom has no doubts that it's Tord.
He growls and somehow his throat makes an animalistic sound, which, huh cool, but also not his main focus right now.
"You stay the fuck back Larsin or so help me god I will KILL you."
That seems to make Tord pause on the bed.
"...Kjaere that isn't funny."
Tom bears his teeth and somehow they feel sharper, he hears Tord pull in a quiet breath.
"Come any closer and we'll see who's laughing you bastard."
They stay in silence for a while, and Tord's....fidgeting? On the bed.
"What...is going on? Love are you...okay? What-"
"Do NOT fucking call me that." Somehow his words sounded jumbled, a clicking noise in his throat followed after his growl.
"Kjae- T-Tom..." That makes Tom pause at least. Tord never really called him Tom- at least not when he isn't trying to annoy him- plus...the way he said it seems...different somehow??
"Please...be calm, your hound, you're starting to trigger a shift...doesn't it hurt??"
His what??
What in the world is happening??
"What are you-"
Suddenly a door bursts open and Tom is back to raising his hackles. An actual goddamned hiss tears out from his throat as a new presence runs into the room.
But...the scent (?) is familiar, and....he doesn't feel threatened by it.
"...Daddy??"
Pup. Puppy. His (?) pup. His child- what??? he doesn't have a child!! - his pup.
He makes a few clicking sounds before he could stop himself.
The new presence stops.
Then chirps.
Suddenly he's all fours and running towards his pup the kid (?), he feels something lashing behind him as he curls himself around the kid before leaning up to growl low at Tord still on the bed.
"...Uh...pappa??" The kid burrows himself closer to Tom, who calms down a bit at the action and lowers himself just a little. "What...is happening??"
"I...don't know, puffin...."
It takes a while, but eventually, AK manages to corral his dad (?) away from his papa. Meanwhile Tord makes a call to get Bing down to the cabin to find out just what the hell is going on.
Why is Tom acting so strange??
...And how come a partial shift didn't seem to hurt him??
----
So....his eyes are back.
Thats...wow, weird??
But....it seems like he's lost every other sense he had as a hellhound.
Everything feels dull and limited. He cant feel any heat signatures, scents dont differentiate each other anymore. He can't feel the thrum of his hound in his veins.
His body....ough fuck, holy hell. What the fuck ate him up and spat him out???
He sees all the bandages on him, and wondered how the fuck he wasn't dead yet.
A door opened.
Tom looks up and almost reels back in shock.
T...Tord??
No, wait, how could...he's young, 30 at most, there are subtle differences to him, but he looks exactly like his husband used to when they were in their 30s.
...And why is he dressed like a douchebag??
What the hell??
"T...Elskede?"
'Tord' seemed to come at an abrupt stop as the door closed behind him. His one eye went wide, though it wouldn't be obvious to outsiders, Tom was extremely familiar with Tord's emotions when he tried to keep them subtle.
Then a smile crawled up his face.
And it looked too cold.
"Hm, interesting..." Tom found himself wincing at the tone of voice 'Tord' used. It sounded too hollow, too distant, too...eerie, he supposed. His husband never spoke to him like that, as if he were some interesting toy. "I was wondering if you ever picked up on my language...."
'Tord' approached him, and suddenly all of Tom's senses were screaming at him to get out-
His hands stopped before he could lift them.
He was strapped down.
What the hell?!
"Have you been keeping secrets from me, Thomas?" 'Tord' was at his side now, and Tom flinched when his flesh hand came to caress the side of his face. "Did you study my mother tongue for me?" 'Tord' chuckled low, a cruel little laugh, as he gripped at Tom's chin to forcibly make him look at him. "I feel so touched!"
Tom felt his blood go cold.
This man....isn't his husband....
"Won't you say it again, Thomas?" Red frowned at him, trying to look pleading, but his grip deepened more and more as Tom kept his silence, enough that his fingers were starting to dig into his skin.
FUCK! THAT HURTS!
Tom growled and pulled his head away, only for Tord to grip at his cheeks and yank him back towards him as he cried out.
"Oh, no no no no no!" Red tutted at him as he held his face in a bruising grip. "You don't get to play with my feelings like that Thomas! How could you say something so sweet then suddenly act so cold??" Red tilted his head. "That's not very nice you know."
Tom scowled up at him.
"Go fuck yourself, Larsin." He hissed.
Red chuckled.
"Oh well." He said before letting Tom go only to grab him by the neck and slam him backwards on the bed, causing Tom to yelp and choke as the hold on him tightened.
He tried to break out of the hold, humans weren't as strong as hounds.
But....he can't.
What in the world is happening?!
"I don't mind doing things the hard way."
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hahaha I did have fun! As much as I could on a business trip anyway lmao. And the rest was good and well and long <3 I saw lots of birds.
#asks#letmeaskdanielaquestion#regimen ao3#ew stay au#The Conference Table#AUGH AUGH AUHG#NO WAY SOMEONE SAVE MY BOY S!TOM
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