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random-twst-things · 15 days

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Part 2 of this!

*After the interview, it was cut short*

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Mal?

Malleus: ...yes?

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: HOW?! how is it that we're even married?

Malleus: Well-

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: We haven't even dated each other?!

Malleus: ...

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Look, it's not that I mind, really but-

Malleus: Really? ☺️

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Not the point Mal! How did this even happen? And for an entire year?!

Mc/Y/N/Yuu, turns to Mal: Mind explaining?

Malleus: Well, you were the one to court me

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: ...Me?

Malleus: Yes, do you remember around a year ago the time you gifted me a new tamagotchi, coupled with a pretty rock with a small card saying "love you"?

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Yes? It was a while ago, but yea

Malleus: Well, I thought that was you courting me, dear

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: ...

Malleus: ...

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: You thought that I was courting because I gave you a rock? A simple rock?

Malleus: Correction, a very pretty rock, but yes

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Please don't tell me this is the way faes court?

Malleus: Well, not exactly. Instead of the, VERY, pretty rock you gave me we usually find or buy an unpolished emerald rock and give it to the person we wish to court.

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: AN EMERALD?! UNPOLISHED EMERALD?! I gave you nothing close to that!

Malleus: Well, I assumed that given your living situation and expenses you sadly had to use a pretty rock you found instead of the emerald

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Mal, you do know that our way of "courting" is very different, right?

Malleus: I am aware, but I assumed you knew

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: ...

Mc/Y/N/Yuu, sighs: Okay, okay- wait- this was when?

Malleus: A month before we got married

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: A MONTH?!

Malleus: Yes, a month, I wished to do it sooner but thought I'd wait to respect your human traditions. Lilla also said patience is key ☺️

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: MAL A MONTH IS TOO SOON?

Malleus: It is? 😔

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: YES BUT-

Mc/Y/N/Yuu, sighing: WHEN?! HOW DID WE EVEN HAVE A WEDDING?

Malleus: Dear, the event I held a year ago in Diasomnia's courtyard was our wedding

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: I thought that was some fae holiday or tradition you guys did?

Malleus: It was not, it was our wedding

Mc/Y/N/Yuu, pacing the room: wait- you need a marriage officiant for a wedding to happen though? What about the vows? The walking down the aisle?

Malleus: The vows we said we're done in private, remember? when I poured my heart out telling you how I could never imagine you not being in my life? The marriage officiant was Lillia and the walk down the aisle I chose not to do as I couldn't wait any longer.

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Okay, so I remember the "vows" but when did I even sign the marriage license?

Malleus: As soon as you walked into the dorm doors

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: I thought that was a paper to see who came?

Malleus, worried tone, happy face: My, dear, you really should read something before you sign it 😊

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: yea, I really should

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: what about the wedding attire? I didn't wear a wedding dress/suit? The ring?

Malleus: The outfit of garments I sent to you the day before our wedding and the ring I'm assuming you thought was a "simple" gift 😞

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: THAT WAS MY WEDDING DRESS/SUIT?! And wedding ring?!

Malleus: Yes, I must say you looked positively gorgeous/beautiful/handsome and I chose the ring very well, it suits you tremendously

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Thank you-

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: okay, okay- No big deal- I'm just married to the prince of Briar Valley, descendant of fae, the most powerful mages in the world.

Malleus: I prefer to be called "Mal", by you

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: ...

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Oh by the Seven, I can't believe we got married all because I gave you a SIMPLE ROCK

Malleus: As I said before, a very pretty rock

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Mal, we don't even live together

The rock You/Mc/Y/N/Yuu gave to Malleus:

Authors note: (this turned out longer than I thought 😭)

(FINALLY! DONE! No next part... Unless a part 3 where they talk it out better? Nah.... Unless)

Dividers by/from @/cafekitsune

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creelteeth · 2 years

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There’s just not enough Perv!Steve out there. || pt.2

• 18+ content !! minors fuck off

|| i’ve gotten some requests for more perv!steve. poor guy is the love of my life so i am back with more.

part 1

cw: slightly darker themes!! window watching/voyeurism, foot fetish if you squint , degradation, oral (f receiving) , light corruption kink, marking/bruising (not impact play, steve bruises reader on accident during a game.), idk how to tag things pls tell me if i missed something.

reader is a bit more clueless/innocent this go around. still not sure how to categorize this but here we go!!

perv!steve who keeps the ac in his car on the lowest setting every day of summer cause he likes to see you squirm and shudder. your nipples manage to peak their way through every top you own. it’s a sight that makes his mouth water. if only you knew how much he loves your pretty tits.

how he wishes he could reach over and flick the stiff little buds.

perv!steve who purposely drives his car through deep mud puddles so he can call you and beg you to help him clean it.

that is the third time this month? it doesn’t even rain that much in hawkins.

he goes on and on about how his dad will have a cow and a half if he sees the car in this condition.

perv!steve who ends up needing to excuse himself to the garage. slumping over against the drink fridge, a hand stuffed down the front of his sudsy little basketball shorts. quick desperate squeezes of his heavy cum filled balls to try and do away with the throbbing mess that is his cock.

jesus fucking christ—..

he didn’t expect you to take your shirt off in the middle of washing his car. certainly didn’t expect you to be wearing that tiny triangle bikini top.

it was hardly covering anything. you’re such a fucking-.. a fucking whore aren’t you?

perv!steve who realized he can see directly into your bedroom window if he parks his car in front of the neighbors yard.

why don’t you ever close your curtains all the way? you’re such a fucking performer for him. you like being watched.

he loves it. it quickly becomes a nightly routine. drop you off at home. drive off once you get inside the door. make a u-turn at the stop sign. park behind the big willow tree in the neighbors yard. he’d watch you for hours if he could but he’s not that brave yet. and more importantly he’s a good boy, remember?

if you were to catch him and ask what he’d been doing he’d simply say he was making sure you got in safely. your parents out of town he just wants to be extra cautious. it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that if he parks the car just right he has a perfect view of your bed. he loves watching you run inside and strip the clothes off from the day.

you never wear pajamas, do you? dirty little thing.

the most you tend to settle for is an old t shirt. though he realized very quickly that you are not a fan a pants, but you are a fan of those adorable little panties with the lace trim and little bows right above your puffy mound. holy shit— it drove him insane. he’d give anything to be able to join you in your bedroom. to kiss your pretty ankles. to feel the heat that emanates off your cunt from beneath the cotton. if you just gave him the opportunity he’d take such good care of you. teach you everything you need to know to be a good little pet for him.

perv!steve who invites you and the rest of the gang over to swim in his parents pool. suggesting a game of chicken, immediately placing dibs on you just so he can get a chance to feel your body. his curious hands wandering only slightly to different areas on your pillow soft thighs. if you weren’t so caught up in trying to push robin off eddie’s shoulders you might’ve noticed the hand that was dancing dangerously close to the curve of your ass. neither you nor him seemed to realize how tightly he’d been squeezing you since the game started. it wasn’t on purpose, truth is he’s just trying not to focus on the fact that your sex is rubbing up against the back of his neck.

if he jostles you hard enough it might make some part of your suit slip. but he won’t, he can’t embarrass you like that.

he cares far too much about your modesty, as we’ve previously established. he’s a good boy.

perv!steve who can’t fucking believe he was holding you so tightly during the game, yesterday. completely taken aback by the sight of little bruises peppering your velvety smooth skin. or perhaps he was just taken aback by the sight of you hiking your skirt to show off your lower half.

he can see the adorable bow sitting just above your perfect little mound. it’s pink today...

each mark matched perfectly to the shape of one of steve’s fingertips.

fucking hell—..

the pitiful little pout you give him over the mess of bruises made him melt.

he just wants to ruin you. completely fucking ruin you.

seeing remnants of himself scattered about your limbs has him reeling. he reaches out cautiously, searching your big sad eyes for any sign of discomfort. his bottom lip poking out to mimic the pout you’d given him.

your voice whiny, you seemed utterly inconvenienced by his roughness.

“stevie.” you huff.

“what am i gonna do? i can’t wear that dress y’ bought me now.”

oh, you poor thing.

he touched over the tender skin, voice laced with artificial concern. “aw i’m sorry, pumpkin. didn’t mean to get so rough with you..”

words trailing off for just a moment, thumb finding the darkest of the bruises pressing into it slightly. you wince, poking your lip out even farther. you’re gonna end up tripping over that thing at this rate.

“hey hey, shh.. let me help you, how about that? i can make you feel better if you let me.” he carries on like before, crouching down to further examine the markings.

the confused tilt of your head makes him smile. his expression is gentle, though his intentions with you are nothing shy of absolutely filthy.you didn’t need to know that yet. there was something about the position you two were in that made your stomach flutter. holding the fabric of your skirt up for your best friend steve to see from your waist down felt.. funny. you trusted him though, wholeheartedly.

“help me how?” you question, maybe steve knows some neat trick to make bruises go away.

the genuine confusion behind your expression makes him smile. hands still caressing over the deep purple markings.

“ ill give each of em a kiss, how about that?” your mouth opened to speak, though no answer fell from your tongue.

steve? your best friend steve offering to kiss you better?

something felt strange about that, you'd never heard of friends kissing each other but, steve never did you any wrong. a heat washes over you, suddenly feeling shy but you nod.

perv!steve who does not need anymore encouragement beyond that simple nod. hands moving up to grab your hips--

“sit down for me, baby. gonna fix it.” he instructs you back a few inches, gently pushing you to sit down on the couch behind you.

if you knew any better you’d be able to recognize the hunger in his eyes. settling himself between your legs, he looks over you taking in the vision before him. you sitting there, legs spread open for him. the white fabric thin enough to show him the outline of your little clit. tracing around the sensitive button with his eyes, fixed on it as if it were a target.

soon.

he’s gotta warm you up a bit first. starting at the lowest marks to be found on your legs, thumbprints on the inside of each ankle. his pillowy soft lips pressing a damp kiss to each bruise. hands grabbing your little feet one at a time, massaging them for just a moment. images of your socked feet up against his aching bulge flashing through his mind.

later.

he carried his way up, starting just above your knee, following around to the outside of your thighs. every mark getting a soft wet kiss. steve was right, this was helping, but it didn't make up for all the pairs of pants you're gonna have to wear for the next week.

with only three kisses left, steve noticed a change in you. you'd started to stir a bit, the pace of your breath changing as he started towards the softer skin that was your inner thighs.

that's my girl.

he stopped to speak, staying close enough for your cunt to feel the heat of his breath with every word.

“what’s the matter, baby?” he feigned cluelessness, though he could see the damp spot forming on the soft cotton that covered you.

the closeness of it all making you stir. if you shifted any more his nose would've bumped against your throbbing clit.

“just feels funny..” you shrug, desperately wanting to close your legs but steve’s broad shoulders held them open.

you knew about sex, you weren't that much of a prude. though you weren’t very well versed in sex either. you knew the logistics of how it happens. you'd been touched before but never like this. truth be told, the most you'd ever gotten was dry humped by youth pastor marcus in the church bathroom. this didn't feel like that though, friends don't do these kinds of things.

its silly to want your best friend to touch you like this, right?

steve felt himself growing harder by the second. cock beginning to leak into his jeans.

big hands coming up to massage over your thighs, steve offering you a smile. “ i know it does but its okay, princess. just taking care of you like I always do. you gonna let me finish taking care of you?”

looking at you expectantly, his hands slowly moving closer to your dampening cunt. though you hadn't verbally answered yet, your body seemed to give him the go ahead. legs parting even more, hips sinking down to push your sex closer to his face.

jesus fucking christ..

he moved with caution at first, lips covering the few stray marks that were left. each one pulling a whimper from you. he moved his way to where you needed him most. nose bumping up against the sticky wet mess. still covered by your underwear, he couldn't help but bury his face against you. the tip of his nose pressing right up against your sensitive little clit causing you to whine out. he inhaled deeply,

fuck— he just can't get enough of you.

the smell was intoxicating. the dampness seeping through, smearing across his lips. he’d dreamed of how you’d taste, but the real thing was so much fucking better. he peered up at you from time to time, watching your jaw fall open, big googly eyes staring down at him.

you're so very easy, aren't you?

perv!steve who began to lapping at the white cloth, tongue licking long flat stripes against you. his actions were gentle, but raunchy. nose and mouth buried between your pudgy lips, the fabric adding an odd sensation to the mix. it pulled the most filthy sounds from you. unsure of where to put your hands, you found yourself gripping at the couch cushions, nails digging into the spongey seat.

"s-..teve" you choked on your words.the way you were already unraveling filled him with amusement.

"need you." you managed to get the rest of your sentence out.

need him. you need steve.

as much as he'd like to make things go his way, this was about you. he needed to make sure you're aware of just how much he'd like to offer you. he sat back for a second, pushing his hair out of his face.

"you're gonna forget all about the bruises, mmkay? i promise." he nodded, fingers looping in your underwear pulling them off your body.

he stuffed the soaking wet pair into his back pocket, not caring if you saw or not. a new pair for the collection. he took a minute to stare, reaching between his legs to palm at his aching cock. balls begging to break free from the tight denim. this was not about him though, he'd deal with it later.

might even let you watch. if you behave..

you whined desperately at his words, legs parting enough to pull your sticky wet folds apart. slick coating every bit of you.

"you're gonna be the fucking death of me." he groaned, sitting forward, hands grabbing at the plush of your hips.

you felt yourself clench, clit throbbing desperately for attention. he didn't let you go untouched for long. he dove directly in, tongue attaching itself to your clit, moving in slow circles. the direct contact making your hips buck, clit grinding down against his tongue. your eagerness pulling a groan from him, his tongue vibrating against you. your head fell back against the couch, mouth hung open, the most beautiful sounds spilling out of you. the hands that held the couch found their way to his hair. holding him in place so that you could rut helplessly against his mouth.

steve let you use him to your liking, adoring your lusftulness. he moved around a bit, tongue moving down to fuck your greedy hole, in and out, working against your slippery walls. his nose made for the most perfect toy to get yourself off with. much better than the pillow you'd usually resort to at night. it didn't take you long to reach your end. stomach starting to churn, your thighs clamping around his head. one of his arms hooked around your hips, holding you still so that he could continue to fuck your tight hole. the other trailing up your body to grab a handful of your tit, pinching your nipple between his fingers. the added attention making your walls clamp down around his tongue.

he didn't bother encouraging you with words, not wanting to take his mouth off you. within seconds you were thrashing. your marked up thighs trembling helplessly. a string of noises and messy words falling from your lips as you humped against his face, gushing all over his tongue. he stayed like that until you were settled again, finishing you off with a kiss to your swollen clit. the sudden contact making you whine weakly.

steve let you wind down on your own for a moment before climbing up onto the couch to sit with you. lifting his arm up to let you splay yourself over him like a tired little puppy. he enjoyed seeing you like this. all glossy eyed and fucked out after just one orgasm.

god-.. he can't wait to ruin every bit of you.

he held you close, trying not to pay much attention to the painful mess between his own legs.

" feeling better, princess?” he asked quietly, a smile painting over his lips at your lazy nod.

"you were so good for me. proud of you." he cooed, mind combing through the list of different things he was gonna teach you.

#s.h.#perv!steve harrington #stranger things smut #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #ahh this is long #part 3 maybe?#perv!steve #casey writes

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derpqueen22 · 8 months

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Continuation of My fanfic

Ok ok I know I said that was the end buttt I couldn't help myself

We bought a little cottage on the side of the mountain. It’s good property, with quite a bit of land and for a cheap price too. Jimmy picked up a hobby to plant flowers in every nook and cranny possible. Jimmy has made me promise to not hurt anyone ever again, at least, until the Red emeralds figure out I’ve killed their boss. I like to think that they’ve separated now that Ren’s gone. Jimmy and I are in a relationship now, and I’m thinking about proposing. I blushed at the thought of it. “Scott!” a voice called. “Help, I don’t know how to make food!” Chuckling, I ran towards the sound, to see Jimmy standing with a pan in his hand, its contents burnt. Taking the pan out of his hands I scraped the burnt things off it, “I think we’ll order takeout, it’s a bit late for me to cook now.” Jimmy’s face lightened. “Ok! But I’m ordering!” “Not If I can do it first.” I pulled out my phone, and saw a notification. My eyes widened. Meet me at the HQ tonight.-Ren.

After checking that Jimmy was sound asleep, I walked out of bed, putting a dark cloak over my head. I get into the car and start driving on a road I never thought I would again. Upon arriving, I armed myself with a pistol in each hand, equipping it with silencers beforehand. If things get out of hand and I’ll have to start shooting, I would need to do it quietly. Preparing myself mentally, I took a deep breath, then headed towards the HQ. Walking cautiously, I looked for Ren, careful of any sudden attacks. Then I saw a dark swoosh of a cloak around the corner, I turned then saw myself head to head with my former boss.

“How are you still alive?” I exclaimed, "You died, I saw you drop to the floor, your pulse-Your pulse was GONE, COMPLETELY GONE!” My voice cracked as my mind tried to comprehend what was happening. “I created a serum that can stop my pulse to a heartbeat per hour, I made you think I died, to let you leave me be. Then I used a wood block to stop your bullets from getting to me. I gotta say, That was a pretty good move you used on me. But, you can’t outsmart me.”

“Huh. Like that marvel movie.”

“What Marvel movie?”

“Nevermind.” I raised my pistol. “I’m afraid I have to finish you off.”

“Y’know, I thought you were smarter.” Ren muttered then he whistled.

“What?” I looked around in shock as a billion red dots appeared on me. I see at least 25 agents aiming their guns, the muzzles all pointing at me. Fingers on the trigger, ready to shoot.

“Alright, here’s another deal. You surrender and you don’t have to die. You try to attack and I will call all of these people to pull the trigger. No one would know, no one would even notice you’re gone once I also get rid of your nice little boyfriend as well. What do you say?” Some of the lights flickered, and then I realised that, if these agents were under Ren’s control… “Do you guys really want to do this? To be controlled by a freak? A person that’s using you for his own greed? All you have to do is walk away, and leave, break your trackers and go away. People are dying in these missions!” Soon, the red spots started to fade, some pointing right on Ren’s little forehead. Ren’s smug smile started to disappear, “Now, now, let’s be civil about this! I’ll pay you extra, come on!” When he realised that no one was listening, his smile turned into a frown. “Well, I guess I’ll have to do it myself.” He pulled out his gun, then pulled the trigger. I rolled to the floor, dodging the shot. Suddenly I heard a round of bullets get shot towards me, I raised up a bit of debris, and deflected the shots. I got up and ran into the HQ, looking for somewhere to hide. Running into the vault, I find a rifle, and pick it up. I put the pistols neatly on the floor, putting the ammo in my backpack. I heard footsteps coming towards me, I brought my eye to the magnifier, ready to shoot.

I don’t know why I awoke. But I felt a tingle on my neck as if I knew something was wrong. I turned around just to see Scott not in bed. The bedroom door was open and Scott’s favourite cloak was gone from the closet. I leaped out of bed and saw Scott’s phone on the nightstand, with a message still on the screen. It worried me. That absolute fool was heading towards someone who wanted to kill him and yet he’s charging head on. I had to help, no matter the circumstances. Somehow, somehow Ren survived that shot. We should’ve checked, we-we could’ve done SOMETHING that has prevented this. I got into a car and started driving to the coordinates that his boss left him. I armed myself with a gun and a tranquilliser before getting out. This is going to get messy.

“Where are you Scott? You can’t hide forever, I’ll find you eventually, come out and face me!” Ren’s booming voice echoed the hallways. The sound of his footsteps sounded bigger and bigger as he continued to try to find me. My heartbeat seemed to be 10x louder than it normally was. Soon enough, Ren entered the room, a gunshot was fired and I stood up, ready for a fight. Just to see Jimmy standing next to Ren’s dead body, his fingers trembling on the trigger.

I ran towards Scott as he stood there in shock, his rifle clanking on to the floor as I embraced him. Tears ran down my face as I rested my head on Scott’s shoulders. He recovered and put his arms around me, we stood there for I don’t know how long. I just couldn’t get over the fact that I actually killed someone. I just avenged Tango and yet I just can’t shake the fact that I just commited murder. “Jimmy…I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before I left. I just didn’t want you to get in trouble again, I didn’t want you to die.” Scott’s voice cracked, his own eyes filled with tears. “But I’m glad that’s over now. We’re okay.” I pulled away from the hug. “I guess we have to dispose his body now.” I sniffled, before slapping Scott in the face. “Don’t do that again! You scared me half to death.” Scott rubbed his face, a smile emerged from his face, “Well, it depends if Ren comes back from the dead again.”

“Don’t jinx it.”

“Do I have to bury him?”

“We’ll have a funeral.”

“But it’ll cost too much!” Scott argued.

“We can use the funds from the company to make one?”

“For once something smart comes out of your mouth.”

“Hey! I’m not an idiot here!” I said, as I elbowed him lightly.

Scott chuckled, “Let us get on with it then.”

#jimmy solidarity #scott smajor #flower husbands #solidaritygaming #fanfic #rentheking #rendog #i need serious help #Part 3 maybe?

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watchingwisteria · 5 months

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listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded psychopath happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.

#seeing some discourse and im not saying lucy grey didnt know #im saying she never dropped the kind of hints that she knew like she did in the movie #or if she did snow isnt worried about them until he very suddenly is consumed by them #snow is not concerned about whether or not she believed him. of course she did! hes snow!#but then shes gone…. for a while……#and its the sudden immediate drastic unravelling that comes across so clearly in the book #that i knew wouldn’t translate to screen yet still cant help but miss #the hunger games #coriolanus snow #tbosas #lucy gray baird #not a crime or anything just a note that i cannot stop thinking about #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #this is all from memory of reading it quite a while ago. so maybe 3 pages is an exaggeration #but i remember it happening VERY quickly and without much external cause #like we as the reader have no indication as to whether shes nearby or not.#snow has no idea either. he just SUSPECTS. and his suspicion breeds the hatred that has been bubbling inside him all this time #he hates how she undoes him. he hates that he WOULD run away with her if shed let him keep his secrets #and he HATES more than anything that she makes him WANT to tell his secrets #he wants to be vulnerable and reveal the ugly nasty parts about himself and still be loved #but he does not let himself and it is everyone’s downfall #he chooses cruelty bc it is easy and familiar and makes him feel more powerful than the vulnerable give and take that real love requires

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beybuniki · 1 month

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i need dabi to experience the trials of being a stay-at-home adult son

#let's say he's 19 here idk but this is part of the todoroki visit lore i need to tag those properly #but yeah i like to think about the todoroki house being open to everyone so it's always full :) very cute to me #and annyoing to toya #hawks doesnt mind it he is an only child he loves when the kids are aorunddddddddddddd #maybe not in this moment but generally yes <3 they take them to the skate park and such OAUGHHH #bnha #todoroki touya #takami keigo #dabi #hawks #dabihawks #toukei #todoroki shoto #midoriya izuku #deku #bakugo katsuki #au:#todoroki visit

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mumblesplash · 4 months

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part 2!!!! [read part one here]

transcript below the cut arranged into stanzas to help show where the rhymes are:

“that’s why they brought gem in? as a failsafe?” as a pawn. we were told to point her at whoever we need gone

“gem won’t hurt her allies. …yet.” the curse she carries will it’s had its eye on her since she lost the other eye she was specially selected for her hunting skill it’s quite the high honor. “wow. how generous.” we try

think about it: why does almost no one fight the curse? “given how fast scott killed skizz last season, i can guess.” [“any pain you spare your friends, you’ll have to suffer worse”?] it’s designed to shut down higher reasoning with stress

#if you still can't see the rhyme scheme try reading it out loud #if that doesn't work uh. idk. can't help you #my art #grian #geminitay #smajor1995 #bdoubleo100 #inthelittlewood #secret life #grian and his terrible horrible no good very bad eldritch coworkers: the sequel #cant wait to post the next part so i can be like 'my three secret life comics. and yes they all rhyme'#this one narratively doesn't work nearly as well as a standalone compared to part 1 #however i accidentally went way too hard and could probably upload the middle page + second to last panel as their own separate art pieces #tbh i'm considering putting an explanation of everything below the readmore buuut i don't feel like it atm. :3 later maybe #me and my 20+ life series headcanons i only allude to without explicitly stating don't need to explain ourselves #still experimenting with this webtoon-esque vertical comic style #still not sure i like it #it gets long too quickly #among other things #but it's very easy to read on a phone so

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kuttblueberry · 3 months

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A frenchman and his old man bestie <3

#Jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #Jean Pierre Polnareff #Joseph Joestar #Stardust crusaders #Jjba part 3 #my art #I wish there was more stuff of these two together being funny like their dynamic has the potential to be so entertaining #Or maybe I haven't looked around enough #Either way!!! Them!

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rushinintolove · 4 months

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#good omens #crowley #goodomensedit #david tennant #dtedit #dtennantedit #davidtennantedit #myedits #ended up making a ton of gifs of this scene #so part 2 / 3 following soon maybe

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wearecrowley · 7 months

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Crowley's hands 1 of ?

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #goodomensedit #my gifs #tvgifs #tvedit #hands #I just really like hands okay #@lawyer-margo #there will be a part 2 for sure and maybe a part 3 #he doesn't talk with his hands as often as aziraphale but when he does I take notice #hands gifsets

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mizgnomer · 8 months

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Crowley vs. The Tenth Doctor - Parallels Good Omens Season 2 - Part 2

Season Two's [ Part One ] Season One's [ Part One ] [ Part Two ]

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chronurgy · 6 months

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I think that before Gortash and Durge started working together, they were both very lonely. And part of why their relationship is so intense is that they both see the other as the only person in the world who can handle them. The only other person in the world who could possibly understand them or be on their level, and to some degree, chosen as they are by evil gods, they're not really wrong.

Because as worshipers of dark gods, both Gortash and Durge have very specific paths laid out before them. As a worshiper of bane, gortash needs to become a tyrant - he needs to end up on top of the world. And as they said in the Prayer for Forgiveness, Durge is well aware that Bhaal created them to be the last soul alive.

But both of those things, being on top of the world and being the last soul alive, are very lonely ways to be. And I think both Gortash and Durge have both had periods in their lives where they were very lonely - Gortash in the house of hope (or frankly even before that, his parents hardly seemed loving) and Durge was likely treated more as an instrument than a person in the Bhaal cult. Neither of them want to be alone again, and after meeting the only other person in this world who can possibly be on their level, they seem to immediately set out to find ways to work the other person into their rigidly planned out lives.

Gortash genuinely plans to share power with with Durge, to rule alongside them. He gives you, his co-conspirator, his partner in crime, half the credit for the plans - calling them "our" plans. He's happy to hear you're alive, he's genuinely pleased to see you again, and he's ready pick right back up where you left off. He tests your resolve with the netherstones because he very specifically doesn't want another flunky, he wants an equal. He doesn't want to be alone up there on top of the world, with no one who could ever hope to understand him. He wants Durge right there with him and he's willing to commit a Banite sin (sharing power! the horror!) to get it.

And Durge, well, we saw the Prayer for Forgiveness. Durge plans to kill Gortash on Bhaal's altar, the same place they hope to die. I do think that Durge intended to kill Gortash last, and kill him slow. So that when they kill themselves he'll still be there. So they can die together, hand in bloody hand on that altar. Because being created to be the last soul alive is such a lonely fate, to know that you'll die completely alone, without even someone to hold your hand. And that is Durge's sin, the one small comfort they'd allow themselves - not dying alone, but dying with Gortash, holding his hand, knowing that there was someone there who loved them as they both breathed their last. Imagining dying in a loving embrace instead of alone in a cold world.

It's interesting to see how they both can't escape their gods plans for them (ruling and dying), can't bring themselves to imagine any other ending, but also go on to explicitly sin against their respective gods in the name of their relationship (ruling together, dying together). They're both drowning and they know they can't escape but goddammit they're going to go down together, the only two people in this world who can handle each other, the only two people who matter.

#That's part of what makes their relationship so compelling to me - they really are the only motherfuckers who can handle one another #And they're both willing to change up their gods plans to fit the other in them #But they can't escape them entirely maybe because they don't want to #They're sooooo doomed #enver gortash #dark urge #dark urge x gortash #durgetash #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers

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