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[spoopdeedoop]

WYD WHEN MY GANG PULL UP !!!

[rileymorph]

(WARNING: SORRY THIS IS SO. LONG. also, Blue & Vio propaganda ahead)

I really like the idea that as they get older, Blue realizes that he isn't the most uhh seemingly friendly person lmfao

like ofc, he's a hero of Hyrule and he's respected by the kingdom. but, as little as it may be, there's whispers around the castle (maybe among the castle staff or the knights) about Blue's callousness. it wouldn't be so bad if those comments weren't also in comparison to his counterparts. Green's growing up to be a great leader, Vio is unshakable on the battlefield, Red has the benevolence to uplift anyone in Hyrule—Blue? oh well, he's a great fighter, but he's reckless. short tempered. be careful around him, he might snap at any point.

those comments eat away at him. he doesn't want to be known as the "angry" or "troubled" one, but he struggles bad with how to control his emotions.

so Blue chooses to distance himself from everyone. if he can't control it, he can at least keep people from seeing it.

his closest friends/family (Zelda, dad, the other Links) notice his sudden change in demeanor first. however, when they come to him with concerns, Blue vehemently denies anything is wrong. then, the whisperers around the castle take note too. Blue's been quieter lately. maybe he's finally maturing. thank goodness his temper problems was just a phase. hearing those comments makes Blue feel better—at least he thinks it does—so he continues to keep to himself whenever possible.

then it's Vio, of all people, who finds himself the one most affected by this "new" Blue. honestly, the peace was nice at first. but now? as reluctant as Vio was to admit it to himself, he is a bit more... lonely without Blue.

ok maybe a lot more lonely

and maybe a bit hurt too

he's had enough. he's going to get Blue to open up whether he wanted to or not.

Vio corners Blue, and what starts off as a gentle "tell me what's wrong, I know there's something. let me be there for you." evolves into an exasperation as Blue refuses to yield (wow lol)

[erwinsvow]

You creep carefully into Rafe’s bedroom, pushing the already-open door gently with your palm. Your eyes dart around, worried he’s going to be just around the corner, but you’re greeted with nothing��just the empty space that belongs to Rafe.

How exactly did you get yourself into this? It had started a few hours ago—at least that’s what you thought. You didn’t have any clue what Sarah and her new friends were up to, you were just over for a pre-planned girls night that was dismissed the second you walked into Tannyhill. Instead, Sarah asks for a favor, one that you deny almost immediately.

“You’ll be in and out, it won’t take more than a minute-”

“I am not sneaking into Rafe’s room for you, Sarah. What if he-he catches me? Finds me in there? What am I gonna say?”

“He’s not gonna be home later, I promise. It’ll be a second, and he’s always liked you most out of all my friends so he won’t even care-”

Your face flushes at the very sentence. Her brother, Rafe, the one that you’ve only interacted with on chance occasions, the one who makes your heartbeat speed up anytime he’s in the vicinity, that very Rafe, has always liked you? 

You’re too caught up in that thought and its implications to even question Sarah anymore. Her new friends—Pogue friends, ones that you don’t know and aren’t sure how long they’ve known her—linger by the door. They seem eager to make sure that you agree. 

You’re being moved around the board like a chess piece but you can’t find it in yourself to care. It’s shallow, you know, as one thought circulates through your mind, body, and bloodstream—Rafe has always liked you. 

A hazy, dreamy mist settles over you. You agree to Sarah, feeling increasingly stupid as you settle into the living room and keep your eyes on the television. She left with her friends, and when Rafe comes down, you’re supposed to tell him you’re waiting for his sister. Once he leaves, you need to sneak into his bedroom to find a map they seem to desperately need. One of the boys suggests it’ll be in his sock drawer.

“It’s not a porn magazine, JJ, why would it be there-”

“Oh, um, I don’t know, just that it’s the number one male hiding spot-” “What studies are you basing this off of?”

"A little thing called the study of life, Pope-”

You had interrupted them yourself, reassuring that you’ll look in his dresser and his desk. 

But now, walking into Rafe’s bedroom, you're losing all your nerve. You’ve thought about this before—you’d be lying to yourself to deny it. Any girl who has a best friend with a cute older brother has too. In the summers you sleep at Tannyhill more often than your own house, but you still could have never imagined this would be the reason you’re in Rafe’s room for the first time.

The house is silent, just like Sarah had told you. Mr. and Mrs. Cameron out at the country club, Wheezie at the beach, Sarah supposedly with you but actually with those Pogues. She says Rafe is gone too, driving around somewhere with his friends, and you believe her without a second thought.

But you do have a second thought, and it's the fact that this is so beyond wrong.

Looking through Rafe’s belongings with your eyes, your hands start to tremble at the idea of touching something of his without his permission. You want to swallow your nerves to do this for your friend, but you hesitate, hands hovering over the drawer to his dresser.

For a second, you want to puke, worried that you’ll open this drawer to find porn magazines like John B had said, or worse—photos of one of his girls that you really don’t want to see. 

Your shaking hands pull open the top-most drawer, but everything calms down once it’s open. Besides for white socks and plaid boxers, there’s nothing in there. Your shoulders relax, your knees feeling weak.

Then you wonder for a second—why were you so worried about finding evidence of some other girl in his bedroom? Your mind spins briefly, worried at how attached you really are to Sarah’s brother, someone who’s never spoken to you more than a handful of times. A million thoughts run through your brain, all of them about Rafe and none of them noticing the way his bedroom door has just opened wide.

“Looking for something?” The timber of Rafe’s voice hits your ears and you freeze, probably looking like something out of a cartoon, shoulders tense, eyes wide. You’re still facing his dresser, and you really, really don’t want to turn, but you do, and then you wish you hadn’t.

Rafe’s dripping wet—damp hair sticking to his forehead, a towel around his waist and droplets of water glittering on his abs. He’s looking at you like he never has before. Your eyes are focused on everything else—the bare skin of his chest, his huge arms, the blue color of his towel.

“My eyes are up here, kid.” 

Like a deer caught in headlights, you turn your gaze up to lock eyes. You’re terrified—he has to be angry, no, furious. You’re practically a stranger to him, a stranger invading his privacy. But when you finally take in his expression, it’s not angry. He looks amused, a smirk playing at his lips while he takes you in, standing before him like a child about to be reprimanded for touching something that doesn’t belong to them. 

“I-I…” you trail off, swallowing hard, still staring at Rafe.

“You, you?” he mocks. You think you’re going to start crying but no tears well up—yet. “What’re you looking for?” he asks it seriously, his tone shifting. 

You’ve never spoken to Rafe enough to notice, but he’s incredibly domineering. You shrink just from his gaze, while he closes the door and walks closer to you. 

“Um, I-” You stop yourself short.

“Looking for trouble, huh?” He says it like it’s a joke, but you know he’s not kidding. Your head shakes, trying to convince him you’re not, but it’s not much use.

He’s not very far from you now, maybe another foot and you could smell the scent of his soap, another few inches and you could feel the heat radiating off of his bare body. 

You realize how you must look right now, wearing a tiny dress because of the heat outside but now feeling goosebumps prick along your arms. Your bare feet rest on his carpet while your hands feel clammy from how scared you are.

“I, uh, I needed socks.” You look down at your feet and he does too, looking back up at the same time. 

“Socks? From me?”

“Couldn’t find Sarah’s. She needs to do laundry.”

“So you came in here to get mine?”

“I-I’ll bring them back. Washed. Promise.” Your gaze is now dying to avoid his, looking all around his room and then turning back to the drawer to take out a pair. 

You feel a wet hand on your arm, turning you back around at full force, his balled up socks falling from your hand as you stare Rafe in the eyes. He must be able to tell from the way your body shakes in his grip, how your eyelids are fluttering fast, how scared you are.

“Don’t lie to me, kid. I won’t like it.” You suck in a sharp breath. A few moments pass.

“I’m not lying, Rafe. Promise.”

You actually don’t know it happens—ending up with his towel on the floor and your sundress right next to it, tangled up in the sheets, your body folded in half with Rafe pounding into you. He grips your cheeks and fucks you like you’re his, like he owns your pussy and every other part of you. It goes on for so long you lose track, forgetting everything else but how to say Rafe’s name, remembering nothing but how he sounded groaning into your ear. He kisses you, hard and wet, and that’s when you cum for the third—fourth? fifth? you’ve lost track—time. He cums too—inside you, and normally you think you’d maybe have an issue with that, but since you were the one begging for it, you don’t think you’re allowed to say anything in the way of a complaint.

Rafe rolls off of you a little bit later, after you’ve had a chance to catch your breath. You think he’s gonna tell you to get out so you try to get up yourself, trying to balance on trembling legs, when he puts his hand on your waist and steadies you back onto the bed.

“What’d you need? You should sit.” You look up at him, surprised. He doesn’t like it. “Water?” You nod, and he pulls on some sweatpants and forgoes a shirt, walking out and closing the door softly behind him. 

You get comfortable under Rafe’s sheets, pulling them up to cover yourself and body sinking into his bed. You reach out to find your phone, which has somehow ended up on the nightstand even though you don’t recall putting it there. There’s a few new messages. 

Sarah: Did you go in yet?

Sarah: I think he left, go now!!

Then one from thirty minutes after that.

Sarah: Did you find it?? Call me!!

You reply quickly, setting the phone down when you hear Rafe’s hand on the doorknob.

Sorry, didn’t find anything. Had to go, I’ll see you tomorrow.

[son-of-avraham]

"We need more diverse queer representation!"

You cannot even handle queer jews.

[xinganhao]

YOOO, MINGYU'S COVER OF GLIMPSE OF US JUST DROPPED AND DAMNNNN.

MAN WAS MAKING ME FULL OF FEELS. LIKE OMG, SIR THATS A CRIME TO DOO.

xinganhao writing angst on christmas? likely place for them to be. went a little crazy over mingyu's glimpse of us and now we have this quick verse under the cut 🎄

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺ merry christmas, please don't call by bleachers. backburner - live at the wiltern by niki. congratulations by day6. sa hindi pag-alala by munimuni. 1 step forward, 3 steps back by olivia rodrigo. happier than ever by billie eilish. ceilings by lizzy mcalpine. the exit by conan gray.

[numberonetacostan]

She's telling Knife they got back together

[ribbononline]

I love how much culture is built from your design motifs for Pokémon fusions. I feel like every Diancie fusion live in the same country. It would be a fun challenge to world build with your designs~

Ahh, thank you! Im glad you think so :] When designing fusions I tend to use the body as- well, the body (and sometimes personality), and then the head for the 'aesthetics'. For Diancie heads, that's really leaning into it's royalty theming- be it by leaning into the classic regal pretty princess elements, the cute wedding ones, or even a more armored knight look using it's golden parts. That way, even when they're not necessarily designed to resemble one another they all still look properly like they came from the same 'family'.

Same way I tend to really lean Ho-oh into a very 'elegant' theme, colorful, but something commanding respect too- even stuff like a Carbink body should still look like it has something legendary in there, even if its just a silly baby!

I dont necessarily have lore for most of my fusions, but I always do make an attempt to make them look at least somewhat grounded and connected to both the established Pokémon world and eachother, so I'm super happy to hear they're working in that way.

[apollabarnes]

part twenty

evan doesn't talk about it until they get back to the house. bobby's tests are inconclusive. it hasn't happened again. it could just be a pinched nerve; the recommendation is for bobby to keep a pain journal and they'll keep redoing the tests at regular intervals.

"jesus, tommy," evan falls onto his couch, staring at the ceiling. "jesus, what's he going to do?"

"don't go borrowing trouble before it shows up at the door asking for a cup of sugar — my grandmother used to say that," tommy says, catching the look that evan gives him. tommy sits down on the coffee table across from him. "if you stay laying down like that, you won't be able to turn your head for the next two days."

"how do you—"

"evan, that couch is the least comfortable one i've slept on in twenty years."

"i'd be sorry about that except—" evan trails off.

yeah, makes sense. the end of that sentence is tommy blowing everything up. he wouldn't want to relive it either.

"do you want me to go pick up the jeep for you?" tommy asks instead.

evan hesitates. "my next shift is in two days. when do you…"

"two days, i guess."

"you guess?"

"cap told me to take the week."

"are you in trouble?" evan asks, sitting up abruptly.

"i don't think so. they would have told me already," tommy sighs, "it's just vacation time, not unpaid leave."

"but it's because you helped us. that's not fair," evan protests.

"i took off in the middle of a shift with my partner, our helicopter, and no warning. and then i briefly got us arrested by the fbi. it's basically a miracle that nothing went wrong because we weren't available." tommy shrugs, rubbing his thumb over the inside of his wrist.

"and you did that all because athena called you." evan stares at him, eyes wide and awed.

tommy feels itchy. he swallows. "well, she called. but howie's saved my life. and," it's tempting to trail off, to let evan fill in the blanks on his own. he's good at that, except when he's not. except for when tommy does the same and then they're having two different conversations. "and you were there. if there was something that i could do to help, then i had to do it."

"why?" evan pushes.

"you know…" tommy laughs, the sound scraping across his throat. stop deflecting, stop assuming, say something true. "you told me flying into the hurricane was the most fun you'd had since you got struck by lightning. it might have been the best night i had since i left the 118. there was this other night where i kissed a cute guy in his kitchen. that was pretty good too."

"i like this guy so much," tommy continues, before he can chicken out. "it scares me all the time. i can't know that he needs help and not show up. and because i'm so shit scared of losing what i had, i left him before he could leave me."

"tommy."

"yeah, i know. i know you wouldn't have. isn't that scarier?"

evan stares at him and tommy blinks, the corners of his eyes damp.

"were you ever going to tell me that?"

"while your dad and howie and hen are in the hospital? that wasn't exactly the plan."

"but you did have a plan."

"not really? i assumed one day athena would tell me — assuming she didn't get tired of me first — that you'd gotten engaged to some nice woman," tommy musters up a smile for evan. "first and last man but not… the last."

"wow."

when did evan get so close? tommy blinks, evan's breath gusting across his cheek.

"first of all, athena doesn't spend multiple nights with someone she doesn't like. she doesn't even have a partner," evan teases gently. "second of all. i'm really into this guy i know. i haven't met a woman in ages, and certainly not a nice one."

"evan."

"i asked you to stay last night. i want you around all the time, tommy. because it's you. i like you so much." evan squeezes tommy's hand, leans in to brush a kiss over the corner of his mouth. "thank you for staying. thank you for coming back."

part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // part six // part seven // part eight // part nine // part ten // part eleven // part twelve // part thirteen // part fourteen // part fifteen // part sixteen // part seventeen // part eighteen // part nineteen

[vern-circuits]

He says this and then hangs out with both Henry and Edwin later

[skunkes]

something silly and badly formatted

[neon--nightmare]

quick headcanon: fresh (the parasite) does need to sleep! however, he’s really really bad at both taking care of himself and his host because he sees it as a waste of time (“Brah, whaddaya mean peeps are up ‘n supposed ta sleep TEN HOURS a night?! Ya could do SO many other things, you’re wastin’ half the dang day literally doin’ nothin’!! Nada!! Zilch!!”)

and a MASSIVE vulnerability (“Ya tellin’ me ya just LIE there for hours?! Eyes closed, floppin’ around like a ragdoll?! A snail could kill ya with ya guard down in da ground like that, broham! A SNAIL!!”)

plus, where’s the guarantee that his host would stay asleep the whole time he did? his host could wake up first while fresh was still out, and do who-knows-what! pull him out of the body, maybe, and squash him like a bug! so instead, he pushes both himself and his host to the brink of literally passing out from exhaustion, and then finds a cozy little spot to curl up and power-nap in until he wakes up, preferably before his host, and the cycle repeats. he doesn’t realize sleep-deprivation affects him because it’s his normal, and that to be fair probably isn’t helping his mental state. but it’s FINE brah he’s FINE stop askin’!!!

this also ties in to how he feeds his host (“Breakfast is the most important meal o’ da day, bro!! Can’t skip it!!”) cardboard (“C’mon, yo, it’s totes edible, no point in wastin’ it!”) with frosting + sprinkles (“gotta get a SWEET TREAT ta start da day right! Haven’t ya heard it’s good for the soul? <3”) with a raw egg (“PROTEIN, homeslice!!”) because well. outside of the endless soul-rending torture do NOT let this guy in charge of your body (love him forever tho <33)

(if he ever had the chance to live a peaceful life where he wasn’t forced to be on the run 24/7, he’d have to learn how to take care of himself for the first time and how it feels to actually be rested, how it feels to be able to take care of himself more than the bare minimum, how alien it must feel. how strange it must seem to be well-rested for the first time in your entire existence)

[icys-junkyard]

It's his month! The month for ghosts!!

[phillipbrannigan]

Futurama comic… 😂😭💅😅😀🦭

I did them both at the same time jumping back and forth between procreate pages… :1 but this is the random shit that I come up with in the middle of the night and wow I really can’t get fry’s hair today.. it backfired( and my previous spelling)

[schmilsson]

[xinganhao]

hi!! i'm so in love with your work, thank you so much for putting out all of this for us 🌺 this might seem like a weird question, but if you had to choose five of your current work that you would want people to read the most, which do you think it would be?~ i think all of them are nice tbh, i'm just curious which of your works you like the most 🦋

you're so lovely, anon! this was one of the sweetest asks i've gotten aaah (ᗒᗨᗕ) my five recos (in no particular order)

svt checking in on an overworked!reader. just some soft hours all around, and i think the texts & headcanons balance each other out really well. :) i enjoyed the little 'see also's after each member heh!

svt detective x thief au. oh man, i'll never shut up about this... i loved getting to do something outside the usual! and the drabbles under the cut ｡^‿^｡ i still think of this one a lot LOL. u/purple-eustoma's mind has to be Studied for this request.

fake dating seungkwan. this one is formatted differently from a number of my smaus, mostly because i think i might expand on this as a fic so i'm holding back hehe,, but the format!!! so so so fun!!! i think this is where i started thinking i can get away with some experimenting. <3

chan x fansite!reader. this plot is so very dear to me,, fun fact: i didn't know which member to pair with the fansite!reader character, but then i saw this tweet about dino & his fansite (trans: 'he's like a boyfriend indulging his girlfriend') and i was SOLDDD.

🥁🥁🥁 and, of course— maybeee a cheat because it's a series atp lol but vernon dates rockstar!reader ??? if i will have any legacy at all, i hope it's that one. still wholly indebted to the anon who requested it in the first place, but this one makes me super soft because i'm a dolly first & foremost, and vernon has been so fun to explore in this verse. i'm a sucker for experimental formats [as i've mentioned], and so the format for part three (the 'vernhow' section) was a dream. can't wait to wrap this up in two. <3

thank you anon for letting me yap ab myself for a bit! i hope you're having a good day (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[slavhew]

only able to draw by tricking my brain into thinking thats not what we're about to do