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sp0o0kylights · 10 months

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Part Two / Part Three

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It's 8:45 am.

The Red Barn, which is neither red nor a barn, has been open since 7, catering to the early morning crowd with rounds of coffee and pancakes.

It was no Benny's, but given the size of Hawkins and the lack of alternatives?

No one was complaining.

They were all too happy someone had opened up another watering hole for the working class man (or lass, as Foreman Shelly will dutifully remind you) which meant the place was packed with both day and night shift regulars, passing each other in staggered waves.

It also meant Wayne was sharing the packed breakfast counter with a warehouse worker by the name of John Cheese on one side and Police Chief Jim Hopper on the other.

He doesn't mind it.

Wayne's a man on a budget thinner than his shoelace, but he's also a man who understands that small indulgences need to be made in life or you didn't truly live it.

This is how he convinces himself to get a coffee at the Barn after work everyday, reading the morning newspaper and chatting with the other regulars before he heads home.

Bonus, it gets him out of the rapid-fire franticness that is his nephew in the mornings.

(All the love in the world wouldn't change the fact that all that Eddie came with a lot of noise.

The kind of noise that was a tried and true recipe for a headache right after a long shift.)

As a trade off, Wayne went to bed early so he could wake up in time for dinner with Eddie.

It was a nice little system that worked for them.

A routine Wayne was reminiscing fondly on, when the pager on Chief Hopper started to chirp. With a sad moan, the man fished out a few crumbled bills and threw them on the counter, abandoning his coffee to trudge out to his truck.

This was not unusual.

Particularly recently, given they were but a scant few weeks past that whole mall ordeal. A fact all too easy to remember when one caught sight of the Chief’s still healing face.

What was unusual, was when he came storming through the doors a minute later, face now a furious shade of red with his hat clenched in his hand.

The energy in the room shifted, taking on something a little watchful as Hopper swept his gaze from side to side, like a dog on the hunt.

Judging by the way he stilled when he caught sight of Wayne, the latter assumed he found what he was looking for and could only pray it was the person behind him.

(He liked John, but Wayne had enough trouble this year and he wasn't looking for any more.)

"Munson." Hopper called, striding over and dashing all his hopes. There was a choked fury emitting off him, and given the way John audibly scooted his chair away, Wayne knew everyone had clocked it.

"Chief." Wayne greeted, inclining his head towards him.

Idly he wondered what the hell his nephew had done this time.

'So help me if he stole all the town's lawn flamingos and put them in that damn teachers yard again….'

Wayne didn't even get to finish his threat, the Chief was already next to him.

"Mind if I have a word outside?"

Dammit Eddie.

"Ah hell, what's he done now?" Wayne asked with a sigh, eyeing the coffee he had left morosely.

There was still almost half of it left and the pot had tasted fresh for once.

"What?" Hopper said, and then Wayne got to watch as the man ran through an entire chain of thoughts, each one punctuated by things like; "Oh," and "No. "

"This is something else." He finished, flushed and fidgeting, anger making him antsy.

Wayne stared up at him.

"Something else?" He repeated, not sure he heard.

"Yes, something else." Hopper snapped impatiently, before leaning forward, voice dropping low. "This doesn't involve your nephew, but we both know you owe me for how many times I've let that kid off, Wayne. That's a damn big favor I've been doing you and I'm calling it in."

If it were any other cop, it'd sound like a threat.

It was Hopper though. The same Hopper who Wayne had gone to school with.

They'd never been friends exactly, but they had been friendly and remained so. Even now, after Wayne had taken Eddie in, who’d gone on to be an undeniable pain in the local PD’s ass.

Hopper really did let the kid off easy.

Wayne really did owe him.

So he put down his coffee with a sigh, passed his newspaper over to John and stood up, motioning for Hopper to lead the way. Got into the Chief’s truck when he waved him in, and didn’t make a big fuss when Hopper tore out of the parking lot like hell was about to open up under them.

"Not a lot of the kids involved in the mall fire could be identified, but a few of them were." Hopper started, which felt nonsensical given the utter lack of context.

Wayne hummed to show he’d heard.

“Some of them got banged up more than others, and a lot of people wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t make it.”

A pause, Hopper white knuckling the steering wheel as he swung the truck hard around a turn.

“For certain people, those kids dying is the preferred outcome.”

A mix of fear and warning swopped low in Wayne’s gut.

"Jim." Wayne said, dropping the use of a last name because if any situation called for it, it was this one. "What exactly are you saying here?"

The Chief chewed on his split lip.

"I know you're smart, Munson. I know you, and plenty of others are aware that something's happening, been happening in this town."

Which was a hell of an understatement if you asked Wayne. Plenty of the upper classes might be able to bury their heads when it came to the military parading about and the flow of “accidents” they brought in their wake, but then, they didn't see all the other signs of trouble.

The absolute oddity that was Starcourt’s construction.

How it had been built using primarily outside crews and anyone who'd taken a singular look at the site could tell you they were building it weird.

Weird as in it looked like it would have a multi-level basement, and not what a mall should have.

Then there were the constant electrical problems. The backups upon backups that failed. The late night delivery vans headed out to the Hawkins Lab.

The things in the woods that kept spooking all the deer and the weird markings they left behind that unnerved even the hardest of hunters.

This didn’t even touch the Russian military that more than one reputable person swore was hanging around.

The very same Wayne himself had seen, on more than one occasion.

(And you couldn’t deny it; those boys were military. Past or present, it didn’t matter. They moved like a threat, and Wayne treated them like one, staying well clear.)

"Yeah." Wayne admitted. "I also know better than to stick my nose in it."

"That makes you a smarter man than me.' Hop complained under his breath, but the anger was self directed.

"The point is, there are some government types crawling around, doing shit they shouldn't be doing, and more than a few of them are in the business of making people disappear.”

This was absolutely not where Wayne had thought this was going.

Hopper took a breath. Than another.

A third.

It was starting to make Wayne nervous, in a way he hadn’t felt since a social worker had brought Eddie to him for the last time and final time. It was the feeling that things were about to shift in a way that would change the course of his life.

"Steve Harrington is sitting in my office right now, beat to absolute shit.” Hopper admitted.

Wayne gave him the floor to talk, letting him go at his own pace without interruptions.

“He's there because some of those government types finally figured out his parents are never fucking home.”

Wayne sucked in a breath.

"We both know his parents, Wayne. Harassing them to come back and take care of their kid won't work, and frankly, I’m beginning to think all the phone lines are tapped anyway.” He winced here, like voicing such a thing pained him, and Wayne understood.

It sounded a little too out there, a little like he was buying into a conspiracy.

Except he wasn’t. Wayne knew he wasn’t.

Jim Hopper might have been an alcoholic, a man living in pain and unconcerned with his own life, but if there was one thing he was solid for, it was shit like this.

He didn’t jump to conclusions. Didn’t believe the first thing people told him. Even at his worst, he did the work to see what was really happening, and made his decisions from there.

(Even if that decision was to accept the occasional bribe, or drive an intoxicated 13 year old Eddie home instead of hauling his ass into the drunk tank.)

“Harrington won’t admit it, but he’s got a hell of a concussion if not a full blown brain injury and he’s not reacting as well as he should to Suites trying to run him off the road.” Hopper continued. Angrily, he added, “Damn kid didn’t even come to me until they tried to break into his house last night.”

His fingers squeezed the wheel so hard Wayne heard the leather creak in protest.

“I’d take him, but my cabin is being renovated from…” He trailed off, heaving a sigh.

“A storm, so me and my kid are bunked with the Byers right now and we’re full up.”

Hawkins hadn't had a storm like that in years, but Wayne wasn't going to call him out on the blatant lie.

“I need a place to stash him for the next few weeks, until I can work with some of the higher ups sniffing around, and get them to call off their attack dogs.”

“And you want to stuff him with me.” Wayne finished.

“I know you don’t have the room.” Hopper admitted easily, stopping his truck at a red light and locking eyes with the other man. “But I also know you’ll be the last place anyone would look for him.”

'Ain’t that the damn truth.'

“You’re really gonna go this far for a Harrington?” Wayne asked, instead of the million of other questions leaping to the forefront of his mind.

This one, he figured, was the most important.

“He’s not his dad.” Hopper said, as firm as Wayne had ever heard him. “He’s not either of his parents, and he saved my little girl.”

Wayne hadn’t even known Hopper had another little girl, but he also knew better than to ask where the guy had found one.

It wasn’t his business, just as nothing else Jim was involved in, was his business.

Except, apparently, Steve Harrington.

“I’m gonna need my own truck if I’m takin' Harrington home.” Wayne said easily, instead of bothering to ask anything else.

If Jim said the kid was different than his daddy, then he was--because when it came to things like that, Jim didn't lie.

No point in it.

“I know. Just needed to talk to you first, without anyone overhearing.” Jim said, before swinging the police truck around and heading back to the Barn.

“I’ll stay in contact with you, and I’ll make sure Harrington pays you for the pleasure of your hospitality. Just--” Here Jim cut himself off, looking like he was struggling an awful lot with the next thing he wanted to say.

Once again, Wayne waited him out.

“Don’t let Steve fool you. He’s good at fooling people, letting them think he’s okay. Too good at it, and between the two of us, I have a real good idea of the reason why.”

A memory came to Wayne unbidden, of Richard Harrington and Chet Hagan, beating some poor kid in the highschool bathroom bloody. The grins on their faces as the poor guy wailed for them to stop.

How they almost hadn’t.

“Alright.” Wayne agreed.

Hopper swung back into the Barn's parking lot, and Wayne moved right to his own beat to shit truck, ready to follow Jim back to the police station.

He wasn’t a praying man, not anymore, but Catholisim wasn’t a thing that let you go easy.

He found himself sending up a quick prayer, fingers flicking in a kind of miniature version of the sign of the cross.

Considering his own kid’s history with Harrington, and the sheer small space of the trailer?

Wayne had a feeling it was needed.

#this has like t wo more parts #pre steddie #wayne as a BAMF #wayne and Hopper both as psuedo parents to Steve #ya'll are gonna have to put up with my weird ass jumping all over the place warm ups sorry lol #Gary's fourth piece is coming no worries #and then this will either take its place or the other one I have will #you CANNOT look me in the eye and tell me all the blue color workers arent aware shits going down #like 100% local crews took one look at starcourt and went what the fuck #nevermind you know the local power plant lol #and with demo critters running around its not like they were tearing through brushes and shit #your local hunters are gonna know somethings up #anyway #beat to shit Steve Harrington #my beloved #hes gonna show up busted to shit with a major grade concussion and Eddie is gonna shit himself #steve harrington #steddie #I spelled collar color and im not changing it #outsider pov #wayne pov #I will write the first person who knows where I pulled John from a prompt of their choice #catholic wayne munson #jim hopper

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mystiffox · 1 month

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— bad sanses [crescents] redesign

heyy! thought i'd make a lil debut/intro to my canon utmv (named blue's verse bc i am So Original) starting from night and the gang :]

if anyone has any questions about my verse, you're more than welcomed to ask!! i'd be happy to talk about these skellies bc they occupy most of my brain rn

Killer goes by Shiv while Horror goes by Axe based on their main weapons. Dust goes by Lav, short for Lavender. Nightmare still uses the same name, but the boys always call him Night :]

clothing notes (and extras):

Shiv is the one with the most fashion sense, but even he's been lazy and decided to just walk around wearing a funny t-shirt and shorts sometimes. Definitely the one who gets everyone clothes during supply runs (yes he's fashion besties with plum). Likes clothes with many pockets for storage, too! Whether that's got snacks or daggers in them, you'll just have to dig around yourself /lh

Axe wears lumberjack/farmer-esque clothing to hint at his connection to Farmtale! Farmtale is protected by Nightmare (in secret) as it harbors the last of Horrortale's survivors— the AU was too corrupted to sustain itself— while also being the Crescents' main food supply. The patched jeans and sleeveless vest are actually gifts from the Farm brothers. Them and Axe (+ Axe's brother, Oak) are very close, subsequently making Farmtale a second home to the Crescents.

Lav prefers oversized clothing and probably likes to use weighted blankets to ground himself. Shiv dresses him up most, and Lav just tells him to get dark/neutral clothes with purple accents for him. It feels nice to be taken care of. Usually wears a beanie/cap when he’s at home and is without his hood (has the shortest tail out of the trio, hides it well).

Night prefers fancy-casual because he knows how it feels to wear clothes that didn't fit/weren't comfy for him (still has his old crown, somewhere..). Definitely wears a nightrobe at home too. Technically the necklace is a vial of his own negativity(?) extracted by Sci. I wanted to make it so that everyone else has that on certain charms/pendants infused with that same negativity to act as a hidden tracker for Night to pinpoint where his boys are (and his own necklace could act as an emergency booster if Night gets too weak)

[older ref version]

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satans-knitwear · 5 months

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Did i show you this one yet??? ✨

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

#I've tried at least three times to do a look with this one but I don't remember actually taking many pics in it???#In the last few weeks or something idk #Anywhore. I love it. Contrast lace my beloved.#Also strappy and super high leg?! Amazing ✨#The blue is also a winner. As always.#satans knitwear #I'm not well rn but I intend to do something fabulous as soon as my body allows it! Stay tuned #Any tips or treats would be massively appreciated right now 💕January is always a bitch #bi girl #cheeky #uk girl #wlw #girls with piercings #alt pinup #pinup girl #pretty lingerie #Lace lingerie bodysuit #I must locate my blue-lace top stockings!!! 🤔

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 4 months

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help im getting emotional over satoru gojo again

#may or may not be crying #thinking about him and his found family #thinking about how he views his time with suguru as the blue spring of his life #a place he cant return to — only in dreams…#but he can regain that sense of happiness even now and i think that’s something he might not realize #because he’s silly and stupid and he doesn’t understand how loved he is #by his students and by shoko and by yaga and by everyone he’s helped and saved #he’s soooo loved and the idea of him feeling that love through his precious students — feeling even a smidge of that blue spring again…#it just gets to me :((((( your life isn’t over gojo!! the blue spring you miss is still right in front of you!!!!!!!#the shinjuku fight will always be so special to me… all of them slapping his back while he puts his infinity down and grins happily #wanting to show off in front of those beloved students when he fights sukuna….#sobbing crying throwing up he loves them so much he cherishes them he wants them to be happy he wants them to be proud of him :((((((#the papa of all time. the only Father ever #canon gojo will always be my favorite at the end of the day. no fandom variant comes even close to being Him u just cant copy that ……#feeling very sniffly tonight :(( very vulnerable trying to avoid leaks and worrying abt what’ll happen #ari noises ✩

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arom-antix · 8 months

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Viktuuri week day 4: Reinvention

#this was SO MUCH FUN #the first sketched sucked so bad but then i redid it and it was smooth sailing #everything just worked and i the shiny bits were the most ive enjoyed highlights in a while and thats saying something #also credit to tumblr user blended ice for the idea with the blue and pink lighting #goddamn genius #thank you besiyr for the big scrumptious brian wrinkle idea #oh #and you know i have to say it #i would like to personally thank viktor for canonically having long hair #that was such a good choice on the part of the character designers because do you see all the hair shenanigans that added to the fandom #i will never get enough #long haired viktor my beloved #short haired viktor my beloved #viktor my beloved #and yuuri the absolute blorbo of relatablitity my beloved you are so real for everything you do #and your hair #the slicked back look is the way to get me #yuri on ice #yoi #yuri on ice fanart #yoi fanart #fanart #art #arom antix art #arom antix #viktor nikiforov #katsuki yuuri #viktuuri #viktuuri week

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bakuraes · 3 months

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green eyed guy

#yugioh #bakura ryou #ryou bakura #bakura #pal art #bakuraes #magenta and brown are my favorite eye colors for him but there is something so fun about his season zero green eyes and also the blue eyes #mood ring kaleidoscope eyes ryou my beloved

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grissomesque · 9 months

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1956 television set this, 1936 Ford that, Tom Paris would rock out to 80's music and no force on earth will convince me otherwise. Never Let Me Down Again, Talk Talk, Burning Down The House. You can hear it all the way to the turbolift so the entire deck pools their replicator rations to install soundproofing.

#he traps everyone in the holodeck and does not let them out until they've listened to all of blue monday #loves oingo boingo but will not under any circumstance add weird science to a playlist #and he collects vinyl #and tells everyone 'it just sounds better that way'#it's all replicated so no one's really sure if he's full of shit or if they're missing something #janeway finally has to step in when tom discovers dead kennedys #tom paris my beloved #star trek voyager #oh god i'm going to create a playlist aren't i #tom paris #headcanons

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youknowihavenochingu · 2 years

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Slice of life kdramas

My Liberation Notes

Reply 1988

Our Beloved Summer

Something In The Rain

Because This Is My First Life

My Mister

Lost

Our Blues

Be Melodramatic

Hello My Twenties

#kdramas #my liberation notes #reply 1988 #our beloved summer #something in the rain #because this is my first life #my mister #jtbc lost #our blues #be melodramatic #hello my twenties

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icewindandboringhorror · 9 months

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I can't do much productively during the heat wave/health issue flare up/etc. like work on my games or anything where I have to sit at the computer/type for long periods of time, BUT.. I did passively sculpt a few tiny foods lol. I wanted to do one of my bigger usual sculptures, but those take so much more time and concentration, I thought something small just to keep my hands busy would be better.. close up photos look kind of weird and blurry from my camera settings or something, but overall they came out okay, especially in person.. Nearly the only reason I ever wanted to buy dolls as a kid was to get my hands on the miniature foods and plates and stuff that came with them, I've always just been obsessed with small versions of things like that, so.. why not make some! lol

#sculpture #ooops.. i could have posted this on the art blog but I forgor and do not feel like reuploading everything #into a new drafted post on a whole other blog.. not in this heat.. i have no patience lol #items are: tomato. asparagus. a four leaf clover (not food lol). some sort of folded bun or dumpling with meat inside (not based on #anything specific. I just wanted to fold a flat sheet of clay into a shape). pomegranate. cheese wheel. lemon slice. some sort of mushroom.#fish (not a real one. just made up. if it looks like any specific fish that'd be interesting). and fig.#I haven't been able to get many avocaodo pits to carve again. so sculpting. then is good for a tiny craft #WISH I COULD DO COSTUMES OR SOMETHING.. i have some pikced out. bundles of clothes laying on the floor of the closet #but GODS even before the heat wave it's just been so warm.. I know.. it's the summer. of course it's warm #but WHYYYyy............. what if it just snowed all year around and was awesome and beautiful and i was so cold and could wear 25 blankets #at all times.. what about THAT hmm?? .. the ideal..#anyway.. my favorite is the pomegranate and the mushroom maybe #The fig is hard because in the pictures of figs I googled a lot of them have that sort of white powdery type of thing on the outside #that grapes and plums and stuff have sometimes and it's hard to convey that weird like.. sheen.. plus the purple with almost powdery blue #and little lighter specks plus streaks of light green and a little orangey on some of them.#It's okay in person I think but this doesnt show up as much in pictures. The cheese also looks betterin person than images. you can't tell #the slight shine in the pictures lol. but the pomegranates look cool and also photograph decent.. hmm #I should have made toast with an egg on it or something. that would be a nice addition #OH ALSO ASPARAGUS MY BELOVED.. though they look a little wonky. the cuticle pusher tool that I sculpt with in leiu of any actual sculpting #tools has a kind of triangle edge that was suite for the little leaf details of the asparagus so that was cool. its like..ALMOST right lol

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disco-tea · 2 years

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It’s Something Blue!Buffy and Spike constantly dragging Giles into their bs 🤣

+ bonus

#poor Giles #he’s So Done this episode is the real reason he tried to have Spike killed in S7 #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs 4.09 #spuffy #something blue my beloved

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dribs-and-drabbles · 7 months

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This was going to be a post only about shoes as a gift for @respectthepetty...but then Pet made this post about graphic designers understanding the assignment and my thoughts started spiralling. I'll come back to the title cards and colour-coding later...but first, SHOES!

If you've been following me for a while, you'll know I pretty much lose it when I see a Thai character wearing the Mustard yellow-soled shoes (I really need to buy myself a pair). It started with Pat, Pran, and Pa in Bad Buddy...

...but the shoes have also been worn by Win and Lin (in Cupid's Last Wish), Tinn and Gun (Our Skyy 2 x My School President), Jeng (Step By Step), and most recently, Zo in Hidden Agenda.

But this isn't the point of the post. No.

My gift to Pet is my recent discovery that Joke in Hidden Agenda has shoes with BLUE soles.

I have yet to find them online but I haven't given up yet. I mean, look at them (I need a pair of these as well):

I had noticed the little pop of red on the heel during the airing of the show and thought it was a nice little nod to the red and yellow theme, but the discovery of the blue and Pet's insightful post I mentioned earlier has got me questioning.

Because I know the red and yellow theme was emphasised with the roselle and chrysanthemum juices, and the stories of the red roses and yellow sunflowers...and I know Pet has already written an outstanding analysis of the use of these two colours plus the blue and how they connect to the triangular theory of love...BUT I can't help looking at this

and wonder if this graphic designer also really understood the assignment.

Like, really understood

Really

Definitely

Understood

Because despite the red, I wonder if we do have singular colour-coded characters, with Joke being a loyal blue boy and Zo a yellow yal.

On Zo's practice date, he's painting in yellow with the yellow water in front of him but Joke has blue water in front of him despite painting green (in their play-fighting Joke threatens to throw the blue water over Zo). Joke also wipes the green on his face - a combination of these two colours.

After the date-that's-not-a-date, Zo decides to leave for a few days and takes both these colours with him (and, he soon accepts, Joke as well).

And when they meet Uncle Yod the hotel owner he's wearing their merged colours.

To Joke, Zo's face looks like the sun. He feels comfortable and warm around him. Zo thinks Joke should learn to generate that warmth for himself. Warm and cold.

Zo struggles with Joke's sincerity (just like they struggle to get the blue bus moving), even whilst wearing the blue shirt (with the yellow detail below the collar).

And even though Zo wears red once (and pink a few times), he wears blue several times. (I don't think I remember seeing Joke in red at all). And we get a colour exchange, with both of them in front of green backgrounds.

And finally, despite going home to his very red family, Joke has blue over his heart and Zo is finally embracing his yellow.

I'd very much like to posit that these are their true colours, that they've been carrying in their soles souls the whole time but maybe hiding them because they weren't fully sure of themselves or each other. Because when looked at like this, the graphic designers really did follow the assignment.

#hidden agenda #hidden agenda the series #I think the red is important #I do like the triangular theory of love #but there's something to do with the red roselle juice tasting bitter #and joke's whole family being red whom he hasn't had a pleasant relationship with...#that makes me really want to believe that these two are really yellow and blue at heart #because the use of the colour-coded shoes has to mean something #at least I want it to #and I also want to own both pairs #pet! what did you think?!#(they're our colours! 💛💙)#yellow-soled shoes my beloved

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infectedpinkie · 2 years

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another w.i.p doodle of. these fucking two.

#chrissy draw something else please Please i'm begging yNO.#no! i won't!#esp not after that episode oh my GOD my beloved #monster high #monster high g3 #mh g3 #mh #lagoona blue #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #donatello #rottmnt donnie #donatello hamato #dongoona #yeah it got fan art thanks to me and queenie so it has a tag now i got go #mine #shellfish

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andi-o-geyser · 1 year

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Oh, these new dragon designs absolutely FUCK

#they stepped their dragonussy (im SO sorry) up from last season big time #thordak raishan umbrasyl vorugal my beloveds #brimscythe you basic bitch get outta here #not even an ancient dragon either? ew we dont know her #i know brimscythe was part of the conclave but he honestly just felt like a fanboy tag-along #like are there no ancient blue dragons anywhere? it feels like the conclave was like #''devin has got a wedding on the 18th so he can't join in on the destruction of emon. are there any other blues we know?''#and raishan is like ''hmmm i know of none my king but maybe we can get his understudy; this is brimscythe and hes a try-hard''#and thordak just sighed and was like ''fucking fine but were sending him to do the boring dirty work. fuck that guy''#and then brimscythe got an invite squealed like a teenage girl and got a whole bunch of chromatic merch #cause like?? VM even notes that he REALLy has a thing for dragons #boyo is compensating for something #anyways. petty mean girl dragon headcanons my beloved #critical role #the chroma conclave #dnd #dragons #thordak #umbrasyl #vorugal #raishan #brimscythe #tlovm #tlovm spoilers #tlovm s1 #tlovm s2 #the legend of vox machina #legend of vox machina #lovm #vox machina

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unexpectedstormy · 6 months

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If you want, something for Recharge?

I was so surprised to find that I've actually written 2k more words on it for the next chapter. I don't remember doing that. Awesome! It wrote itself! Anyways, here's a little bit for it:

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Wild lay pale and still, covered in blankets, and with his feet propped up on someone’s rather full laundry bag. Hyrule fretted nearby, digging through his own bag and pulling out yet another blanket though pitifully thin and draped it over his prone friend. “Hyrule, it’s fine,” Warriors said. “Wild doesn’t need any more blankets. We don’t want to overheat him.” “But… he’s so cold. His hands are so cold,” Hyrule said squeezing Wild’s hand. “If his hands are cold then put them under the blankets.” “Come here, there’s nothing more to be done for him,” Twilight said and motioned Hyrule to come take a seat next to him. Hyrule reluctant tucked Wild’s hand away under the covers and came over and sat down next to Twilight. “Okay, I think it’s time we address the dragon in the room,” Legend said. “The Master Sword broke. What does that mean for the rest of us? And is that what caused Wild to… be in the state that he’s in?” “No, the two things can’t be related,” Sky said quickly. “Fi would never hurt someone like that.” “We can’t discount the possibility so quickly,” Time said. “It is a little too coincidental in my opinion.”

#this is The Fic #the one that has gotten me the most negative comments #so I shut off comments and put this fic at the very bottom of my fic writing priority list #I have no idea when I'll get to it #but here's a little something to tide you over for a little while #recharge #stormy writes #stormy procrastinates schoolwork #on the plus side my headache and brain fog went away :D #an unexpected ask #blue my beloved #lu wild #he nappin'

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maochira · 1 year

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You changed my world forever - just with your heart of gold. (Don Lorenzo x reader)

A continuation of "Everything out of love."

Synopsis: Your relationship with Lorenzo is more perfect than you could ever wish for. The only thing that bothers you are the nightmares that keep tormenting you every other night.

Tags: gn!reader x Lorenzo, established relationship, fears + nightmares about death, Lorenzo comforts reader after a nightmare, Lorenzo deserves love so I'm giving him love, tagging my favourite fellow Lorenzo enthusiasts @hammannii and @deerangle3!!, another one of my fics inspired by a single song lyric (from this song)

Ever since Lorenzo started earning his own money with his soccer career, he started buying gift after gift for you. He has a new one every other day. And it's not like they're random gifts either, they're things he remembers you mentioning only once in the past, or things you looked at for longer than usual whenever you went shopping together.

At first, you were overwhelmed by the amount of presents, but you quickly learn it's his primary love language, so you don't tell him to back down. It's his way of showing you love, and it's not as if that's his only way either. He's very big on physical affection as well.

After not seeing each other for so many months and then getting into a relationship immediately, he got very clingy. But you're the same. Sometimes you're still in disbelief when he's in your arms and you wonder if all of this is just a dream - because it really feels like one. How could this love be so perfect?

Even months into the relationship, you haven't had any arguments at all. Minor disagreements or misunderstandings, yes. But never an actual argument.

Somehow, you're simply perfect for each other.

You don't get to see each other every single day, but Lorenzo always tries to find at least a bit of time for you. He promised to visit you at least once a week if he finds the chance to.

You've met Snuffy a handful of times so far, and you're so thankful to him for saving Lorenzo's life. Whenever you mention it, both Snuffy and Lorenzo remind you how you saved him as well.

But despite that, the feeling of grief and guilt you felt back when you thought Lorenzo was dead returns every now and then. Especially because Lorenzo has mentioned he felt as if he was about to die before Snuffy picked him up. If it weren't for Snuffy, you would have lost Lorenzo. And you would have felt as if it was your fault.

But no, it really wouldn't have been your fault. Not at all. You're not responsible for someone in that way. You're nothing more than a teenager who started a small friendship with a homeless teenager by sharing your leftover food.

That's what Lorenzo tells you over and over when those thoughts and feelings come up. He doesn't want you to feel like this. It pains him to see how much your mind seems to run back into a past that's so unreal.

It's always those nightmares that throw you back. Those nightmares about finding Lorenzo's dead body. They torture you every so often.

Just like tonight.

Luckily, your boyfriend is sleeping right next to you when you wake up drenched in sweat with a very fast heartbeat. Sadly this is quite a common experience for you.

You only need to gently nudge Lorenzo's shoulder to get him to wake up. As soon as he hears your breathing is only a bit faster than usual, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to his body.

"It happened again, didn't it?..." He whispers into your ear.

It's common for you to be unable to speak for a bit after your nightmares. It always takes a bit until the shock wears off. And on some nights, you're completely unresponsive. Tonight is one of those nights.

Because this isn't the first time, Lorenzo knows exactly what to do. He just holds you close to himself and strokes your hair, occasionally whispering sweet things into your ear until your breathing calms down to a normal pace. Sometimes it takes only a few minutes, sometimes up to an hour. It always depends on how bad your nightmare was.

But it's never been a bother to Lorenzo. He feels extremely protective over you. He has to keep you safe in his arms. Even though he can't make the nightmares disappear, he can show you he's alive right there with you.

Luckily, tonight is one of those nights when you calm down rather quickly.

"Are you feeling any better?..." Lorenzo looks into your eyes with a gaze full of love. One of his hands gently caresses your cheek.

"I am..." You respond in a shaky voice. "Thank you..."

"I told you often enough, you don't have to thank me for this, ok? It's my job to comfort you..." Lorenzo leans his face closer to yours so he can give you a quick peck on the lips.

His gesture puts a smile on your face almost immediately. "I love you so much..."

"I love you, too," Lorenzo pushes a bit of hair out of your face as his lips form a playful grin, "Even when you're all sweaty like that."

"Oh come on," You giggle and gently nudge his arm, "It's not like I have another choice."

"Oh? Is it too hot in here? Because of me, maybe?" His grin only gets bigger before he pulls you in for another, longer kiss.

This is one of the many things you love about your boyfriend. Even after your awful nightmares, he knows exactly how to comfort you and cheer you up afterwards. He's also good at distracting you whenever the images from your nightmares get stuck in your head.

After a bit of messing around, both of you get tired again and get into a more comfortable position to return to sleep. Usually, Lorenzo prefers being the little spoon, but in moments like this, he also loves it when you lie on top of him with your head on his chest. Listening to his heartbeat after one of your nightmares makes falling back asleep much easier and prevents another nightmare from happening.

He runs his fingers through your hair while his other arm is wrapped around you. He calmly whispers, barely audible to hear: "You changed my world forever... Just with your heart of gold."

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