#not quite your prompt but...

[mischievous-thunder]

A few hours later:

Wade might be a little scared of his girl but his jealousy runs deeper

[waverlyyhaught]

Favorite Marta and Fina Moments - Part 158 Sueños de Libertad, Eps. 21, 40, 116, 166, 201 & 214

[cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu]

Need a story where Arthur is a ghost who follows Merlin around all day and only in dreams can he communicate and touch Merlin. But to Merlin, he thinks it's not real that he's imagining the Arthur in his mind because no way would Arthur, his golden King would ever call him precious or beautiful, it's just wishful thinking on his part.

So Merlin lives a long life without knowing Arthur is there with him, this time it's Arthur's turn to watch and protect Merlin from the shadows as the warlock once did when Arthur was alive.

Arthur could've stayed in Avalon til he was needed yet the urge to return to Merlin is powerful, although he entrusted the care of Camelot into the hands of Guinevere and Leon he could not do the same of Merlin, and only upon his death did he finally realise why.

He was in love with his best friend. Always had been.

And so it is with great stubbornness and a helpful hand from Freya, whom he just found out was Merlin's first love, he frees himself from Avalon and returns as a spirit that guards Merlin's dreams from nightmares and fights off evil creatures that want Merlin's magic or wish to claim Merlin for themselves...and if some of those creatures happen to be humans who wanted to court Merlin well, he's not going to make it easy on them, on his knight's honour he will protect Merlin's virtue!

[quitesins]

I need to write a fic where the reader accidentally sees pro hero Deku genuinely angry for the first time, like a hero mode loud and violent anger, and begins avoiding him. Of course Izuku is devastated, believing not only did he scare a civilian but his crush friend… however the truth is, watching deku so unrestrained in his emotions, turned reader on so bad she fears if she spends more than 5 minutes with the man, she’ll jump him right then and there…

[shushmal]

hi! since you were asking for prompts. I have two Steddie ones. you can just choose if you'd like to do one, or none, it's all cool I appreciate you even taking them. tysm: - 1. Steve hosts a Hellfire game night and Eddie stays afterward to help clean up. (maybe first kisses?) 2. filler scene of Eddie helping Steve clean his wounds and get dressed after they buy the outfits from TWZ.

sorry i was waiting for my demons to find me again before i could fill this prompt

"You are NOT pouring vodka on your open wounds, Harrington."

Steve, the absolute madman, doesn't even look up at Eddie when he replies. "I don't think everclear is vodka," he says, turning the bottle in his hand. He squints at the label. "...Yeah, definitely doesn't say the word vodka anywhere on here. So probably fine, right?"

"I need you to understand that that's worse," Eddie hisses. This week is going to be the death of him—he's never been so stressed out in his life. "You're going to burn your skin off."

Finally, Steve looks up at him. "Everclear burns skin off?" he asks, incredulous, like Eddie's being serious. "Why do people drink it then?"

Steve Harrington is determined to be Eddie's last straw.

"Probably to forget the monster portals that apparently keep popping up around town, now give me that, you psycho," Eddie says, snatching the alcohol from him. "And it's cheap. But, you're gonna do more damage than good with that crap, and it'll hurt worse than rubbing alcohol."

But Steve puffs up, shoulder's back. "I can handle pain, it's fine!" he insists. "I need to be in top shape for this!"

Eddie blows out a frustrated breath. Damn this guy. Eddie had just had a heartfelt moment with Dustin and he was feeling pretty gooey about there little group afterwards, and then Robin Buckley, looking a little green, had asked Eddie to help Steve with his rabies. If Eddie had known it's be like herding cats, he might have refused.

"Just trust me, man," Eddie says, tossing the bottle out the door. Someone squawks in surprise, but Eddie doesn't spare them a thought. "Now let's go find you some niiice peroxide or literally anything NOT specifically made to destroy your liver and flesh."

"Fine," Steve grumbles. And then has the audacity to pout, which has the added consequence of being cute and Eddie's going to have an aneurysm before it's all over. "They do it in the movies all the time."

"Yeah," Eddie sighs. He grabs Steve's arm and drags him towards the little bathroom. "Unfortunately, this isn't a movie, big guy."

Steve huffs again, but he doesn't shake off Eddie's hold. His skin is warm under Eddie's hand, his pulse jumping against his cold fingers. Eddie squeezes a little, just to feel the thump, thump, thump of Steve being alive—pretends Steve's heartbeat is an unspoken promise, that all of this is going to be okay.

[raynavan]

something about being out in the open mountain air... wind blowing in your face... its not something you get in the city- not this kind of clean air anyway. (not that ingo remembers) (it still feels nice.) ((for day 7 of Sept-Ingo: Freedom))

[guardian-angle22]

Hi, I am bad at Tumblr etiquette so I hope I am doing the right thing. A tiny GIF with otters would be so cute? I would die for Tarlos obviously, but otters are so adorable (when they hold paws aww) and I hope not too harrowing to do? ☺️🦦

[response to my request for gif prompts post here]

[imaginativeworks]

Imagine Your OTP

Person A throws pebbles at person B’s window. To ask them something only for them to believe Person A’s here to confess to them or serenade them. When they find out…

Person B: “Really? You come out this late to ask me such a silly question?!?!”

Person A: “Yes, what did you think I would be doing this late?”

Person B: (scoffing to the side, eyes closed as if not to look at this embarrassing display) “I don’t know? Most people who do something like this would do something romantic. Confessing one’s feelings or serenading them!”

Person A: (looks with a bemused smirk, eyebrow raised at finding out that not only Person B may be interested in them but they could be interested in a display like that. With a chuckle they add) “Would like for me to do that~”

Person B’s eyes glance slightly back to them flustering at the look that was returned. One with loving amusement. One that would be reserved only for a long time beloved after their partner would be shown….

Person A: “Because I would never be opposed to doing something like that for you. I just thought you wouldn’t interested in such a thing from me. Like you’re above such an act from an average entertainer. But if truly you would, I will be back tomorrow fully prepare to win your affection! Goodnight and I hope to see you tomorrow, my dearest~” 

And with that Person A disappears into the night with sweet promises for tomorrow. Leaving a rather dizzyingly flustered Person B. As they lean against their wall close to the window. As their hand covering their ever warming cheeks. They can’t help an enamoured smile from growing upon it.

[queer-omens-in-the-archives]

he's flufye <3

[mischievous-thunder]

What Logan's face looks like when Wade jokes around

How he actually feels inside

You can't hide it for much longer, Logan.

[starry-sophrosyne]

Just.

a WOTC spinoff au where Sophist doesn't get banished but Bertrand still joins the rebellion (as/becomes the leader now, maybe for a diff reason like he got suspected instead of sophist for killing his father or something idk-) and Brent is forced to marry Cherie anyways, while he can only watch/help him prepare for his wedding as his best man (around the same time as WOTC, maybe Brent delayed marrying anyone for a few years due to the unstability of the kingdom after Bertrand left and his dad died)

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i might write somewhat of a full version of this as a drabble but i would need to read up on versions of this writing prompt (i need ideas bc motivation for this drabble idea is lowkey low) but GOD the amount of things that would go UNSAID. In this universe, he gently pushes his friend towards the ballroom again, only without a lingering feeling on both of their lips. Because how could he? Right before he was about to get married, and unaware of his true feelings for him too? No, instead, without realizing it, he tears up:

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"Never thought you'd cry at my wedding." — Brent's eyes widened in shock, a look comprised of genuine surprise and concern on his face just as Sophist realized the tears trembling in his waterline. Trying to play it off, he hoped his dear friend would take it as a moment of emotional vulnerability in opposition of what he currently felt.

"Oh, shut up! Am I not allowed to care about you for once? God, you asshole, of course I do! Why wouldn't I? I'm just.. really glad to see you so happy." — He rambled, ripping his glasses off his face with more emotion than he would've liked. Swiping the glassiness of his eyes onto his cheeks, he tried to force a painful smile, but still. He stiffened as Brent gave him something of a somber smile, heart cracking with every second that ticked by. Reasoning and rationality threatened to be swallowed up by his turbulent emotions, even as he gripped his hands together so hard they shook, because why? Why were they put through this? Was it unlucky fate that disdained them, or maybe.. Maybe it was just him. If that was all, then how could he ever be mad or guilty? He didn't deserve this, but he didn't deserve him either, and if Brent truly didn't feel anything for him at all, then he could never ruin his happiest moment. But even still.

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Please, he thought, as he bit his lip so hard he thought it'd bleed, don't walk back to me. Don't give me a reason to make a bad decision.

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"Yeah.." — The room went silent, replaced with wavering smiles and palpable tension. What would he even say at this moment? This was his finality, his never-turning-back.

"Go get em buddy, knock her dead with your dressed up looks!."

"Oh shut up the fuck up." — He laughed once more, but even as he turned around and gripped the door knob, he wanted to stop. Ever fiber of him wanted to turn around, run towards him. Embrace him, kiss him, run away with him; but he couldn't. Not because he didn't want to, but because he simply, couldn't. Too much depended on this marriage. His mother was relying on him, his kingdom was relying on him, Cherie was relying on him. His mother had lost too much, his kingdom had too much to loose, and Cherie was a woman that could bring them the power to end it all; But even still.

Taking a deep breath, he grit and ground his teeth so hard he thought they'd crack. And then, he turned to look back at him once more. And oh, he looked wonderful. His purple brocade vest was embroidered with violet, donning a lacy ruffled cravat as were the cuffs of his sleeves. His pants slim fit and tailored, he looked just like a regular noble, except for his signature mask, which was similarly styled to match his clothing; though his traditional jacket and hat were absconded for the event. Even still, he was perfect, and he wasn't his.

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His eyes lingered just a bit too long, just enough for his hardened heart to crack as his eyes revealed everything he'd wished to hide, unsafe from his best friend's astute observations.

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He swore he saw Sophist's expression change, eyes breaking open into a pool of glassy sorrow, but instead, they closed as he offered Brent an encouraging smile. They squinted back open just slightly but teasingly; a playful gaze that taunted him: "Cold feet, gonna chicken out?" He could practically hear his irritating voice, nagging him in an oh so familiar and lovely way. It helped, as he chuckled and his heart settled just a bit, but even still, he takes a deep breath. He's walking away from what, no, who he loves, but.. as long as he can remain by his side..

It's just enough for him to take the leap forward, as he twists the door knob with a conviction; but even as the light shines on his face and the ballroom explodes with noise, his heart cant help but sink.

[veryberrybad]

when the red & blue characters are complicated and sad

[crashlanding-skywalker]

Anakin creates his own compliment words and he can get REALLY creative with them especially when they're directed to Ahsoka's partners (kinda turning them into insults).

[silvery-bluish]

Tagged by @thenightdayblogger with the word GARDEN!

Rules: You get a word and share a sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

I'm going to tag uuuh @cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal and @euelios with CRIMES

i have so many wips going its perhaps unreasonable and i should finish something and some of these are more 'flip through and think about really hard' wips BUT.

G - Gail does not care about the casserole conversation. She spends most of the time wondering if any of her bulb-flowers survived. She has tulips, in pinks and yellows, and irises, mostly in purple and white. They might come back, if the bulbs hadn’t gotten cooked by the heat. (Original Fiction, currently placeholder titled 'you're gonna need a really big box')

A - "And you’re more efficient when you’re rested and fed real food instead of just downing another cup of coffee.” / “And a protein bar,” they clarify, instead of calling him the pot to their kettle. (FHR. Ars and Ric.)

R - Rock falls, everybody dies. But it’s not an everybody. It’s what it is. So. Fucked up arm joint. Not dead. It’s never been quite sure if it has double elbows or double wrists, on that limb. Or if there’s any real point in differentiating. (FHR. Catastrofiend.)

D - “Don’t let me keep you awake,” they say, voice hushed, and there’s a pressure on the top of his head, just solid enough to shift his hair a little. “Need your beauty rest. The fish’ll keep me company.” (FHR. Ars and Daniel.)

E - Eyes blown wide, staring at him. "How long," they say, because they need information now. "How long have they been like this?"

"Since they…" made Arsinoe drink the Void's blood, and Ortega doesn't want to just out and say that, what with Anathema freaking out literally right there, so he just gestures vaguely at their mouth. Which maybe isn't great, either, because their hand comes up to their lips, bandages to their teeth like they can still feel the Void's blood there.

"Probably made it worse the second time, then," Arsinoe says, a burst of that blunt practicality, "I don't think she liked it when I bit her." (FHR. Arsinoe & Ortega & Themmy, post-Void)

N - Not that anything about this was comfortable. They grinned to themself in their cabinet-- it probably wouldn't have said the same thing if it'd realized where Rill was physically located. But then, building-minds aren't always great at meatspace. (Original Fiction, Shell)

[wormdebut]

STEDDIE MICROFIC JULY: STEVE NO FUN HARRINGTON

@steddiemicrofic | Word: Pool | Word Count: 442 Rated: T (for swears, it’s a Worm Drabble of course there are swears) | CW: none

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“You’re literally no fun, Steven.” Dustin sniped turning on his heel to go jump back into the pool.

“Yup that’s me, Steve No Fun Harrington. Use my pool, eat my food, play your stupid dumbbells and dingbats game in my living room, but god forbid you have fun.” Steve mumbles under his breath reaching for his beer.

He almost knocked the damn thing over when he felt a hand clap his shoulder, hot breath next to his ear, “Dumbbells and Dingbats huh? Better not let their DM hear you talk shit, baby, I hear he can be a little mean.”

Steve leans his head back to knock into his very hot boyfriends chest. Eddie and Steve has just kinda…fell into each others space after everything in March and four months later, Steve had absolutely zero complaints.

He juts his bottom lip out looking up at Eddie. He probably looked ridiculous, but Eddie looked at Steve like he hung the moon and Steve was 100% sure he returned that gaze whenever he had the chance.

Eddie laughs placing a quick kiss on Steve’s nose.

“What’d Henderson do this time?” Eddie asked as Steve sat back up his chair.

“How’d you know it was Henderson?”

Eddie dramatically plopped into the seat next to him, looking at him with a raised brow and a smirk. “You trying to tell me it wasn’t?”

Steve couldn’t help but laugh, Eddie always had a way of mellowing him out. “You know how it is, they just want me in the damn pool and I don’t wanna be in the damn pool Eddie.”

Steve watched as Eddie face shifted, inquisitive. He knew Eddie wanted to ask but Steve also knew that he wouldn’t. They knew each other well enough at this point to leave certain things unsaid.

Eddie opened his mouth to respond, but was met with a chorus of greeting from the kids before he could.

Eddie waved them off, telling them he’d join them in a few, before turning back to Steve.

“Do you wanna just come sit at the edge? It is pretty fucking hot Stevie, and you’re already smokin’, so maybe dipping your feet in wouldn’t be such a bad idea?”

Steve laughed, Eddie was a ham and he loved it.

Loved him.

Eddie stood up, running a hand through Steve’s hair, “I’ll hold your hand the whole time.”

Steve looked up at him again, he was sure there were hearts where his eyes were supposed to be. “Promise?”

Steve let himself be pulled up, Eddie placing a quick to his lips before dragging him to the edge of the pool.

“Yeah baby, I promise.”

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hi!! I love this series so much, and as someone who hasn’t really drawn since they were a kid but wants to start as a hobby, do you have any advice for sort of learning to doodle on paper and get better at it? I want to start but I don’t really know how/where

The most important step in getting better at any skill is Persistence and Consistency. Practice and keep practicing! The best way to do that is to keep it fun! Picking a project helps generate ideas (e.g. drawing Pokémon, or characters from a series you like). There are also a ton of monthly prompt lists out there!

I also highly recommend scheduling in a 'drawing/practice' time in your day. For me, I started with 30-60 min before bed (bonus: its a good 'no screentime' activity), and the habit took root there.

There are a lot of 'technical' things to study but find the fun first. At a certain point you will discover you've hit a wall, and have a specific aspect/goal you want to target (colour theory, anatomy, lighting, comic layout). Then it's time to go looking for resources.

Once you have the habit and some goals, go collect some inspiration! Find people who inspire you and study their work!

Another little 'art skill builder' I recommend is the Shrimp Method! Only if you find technical challenges like this fun though (Example of one of my studies below)