#T: Misunderstandings

[deadboydetectives-anonmeme]

Charles/Edwin — Edwin assumes he's disfigured

Edwin saw his reflection several times in his decades in Hell. Every time, he was badly scarred if not actively injured. And of course he saw piles of his savaged bodies with wrecked faces.

So when he emerged from Hell into a world where as a ghost he can't see his reflection, he retained the mental image of himself as scarred and disfigured. (For prompt purposes we're ignoring that ghosts in DBD seem to be able to change their appearance.)

No one outright recoils from him so perhaps he's not too hideous, but then again ghosts are expected to bear the unsightly marks of their deaths, so people may simply take it in stride. As for his suitors, the Cat King probably doesn't care about human beauty standards, or perhaps was attracted to Edwin's distorted visage for the novelty. Monty of course was only feigning interest.

When Edwin saw his bloody reflection in Despair's mirror during his return to Hell, that was the least damaged he'd ever seen himself there-- much less bad than what he'd been assuming he looked like.

Afterward he dares to hope he only left Hell this time with the new lesser scars, and asks Charles, only to be told he looks the same as he always did. Charles is confused when Edwin is crushed. Eventually his assumptions come to light and Charles insists on describing Edwin to help fix his mental picture of himself, realizing his own attraction in the process.

Fill: None

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 330

Y’know what? Fuck it. Omegaverse-esque Liminals and Realms. 

See the difference between being ecto-contaminated and being a liminal is the formation of a Core, however small or malformed that might be. Which is what the “secondary sex” as the living begin to refer to it as, originates from. Mostly from it being compared to a second puberty, however half jokingly. 

See, with the formation of a Core, the living start getting the equivalent of ghost hormones, start producing their own ectoplasm, yadda yadda yadda. 

But! Not all of them are the same type. There’s omegas that like to have a semi-permanent haunt that they get real territorial of, save for with younger and weaker ecto-beings. There’s alphas who are constantly wanting to move, flitting from one location to the next. There’s betas that go wherever their Fraid does, trying to keep them together and getting real aggressive towards others who try to separate them. And then there’s deltas, who are more often on the fringes of a Fraid, driven more by violence towards perceived threats and sometimes not exactly mentally stable with how strong their Obsession can get. 

The thing is that from an outsider’s perspective, especially as people begin moving out of Amity (despite the GIW’s efforts for a blackout on the city), is that they know none of this. Which means when a team of not-quite heroes pass through, they get a bit blindsided. 

Pspspsps @golden-buddle @f4nd0m-fun @gaddaboutgriffon have prompt

[mikkiina-mikina]

I've always wanted to do animations... I might reconsider tho 💀 my respect for animators just broke its limit.

Original:

[hotsugarbyglassanimals]

A lot of you need to sit the fuck down and remember that cis women and trans women can be butches. because at this rate y'all are acting like it's a solely transmasc identity by conflating the experience of going on T and having top surgery as a universal butch experience. or god forbid, y'all equate butch to being a trans man

[deviousdeliciousness]

A Teasing Giant - G/T Story Prompt

A giant who likes to tease constantly and is painfully oblivious in all the wrong ways (for the tiny's mental well-being and continued sanity, that is).

A captured tiny (A sacrifice? Maybe their community said that the tiny made the choice willingly so the giant takes that to mean that the 'offering' was into this sorta thing or something hA nOPE) who has a 100% stone face that shows none of their terror that they most definitely feel, and they only speak when they know their voice won't shake so as not to give themselves away (maybe they don't want to give the giant what they think it wants - their terror) and is what the giant calls 'feisty.'

Misunderstandings and angst galore! Potential for resolution genuinely possible! Angst/Comfort sure to ensue!

Huhuhuh

Poor bb tiny ;-;

Good for us readers tho XDDD

Side Note: I shall return to writing my actual fics here instead of just throwing out random story prompts.... eventually...

[concordewillfly]

i have to learn not to read the reviews on goodreads unless its my friends because everyone on there is stupid and its genuinely upsetting to me personally... i need to stop looking for goodness in that hopeless place

[fujii-draws]

OKAY! Chatot rant in tags below! Read at your own discretion.

[gt-jar]

Not ready to let go

Here's a little something I really wanna include in one of my storys some day.

We all know the "giant finds a sick/hurt tiny and nurses them back to health" trope. It's a classic and I love it.

It usually goes like this:

Tiny is afraid at first, but the giant slowly gains their trust and they become friends.

The perfect combination of angst and fluff.

But that's not what I wanna talk about. I wanna talk about what happens after that:

Eventually the tiny recovers.

Pretty much all of us expect them to stay together, right?

But what if the giant isn't as hopeful?

The giant fully expects the tiny to leave when they are better.

The tiny has no reason to stay with them any longer, they have their own life after all.

The giant knows this and they respect that, but....

....what if they aren't ready to let go?

When the time comes they will let them leave, of course. It's the only right thing to do.

But that doesn't mean it will hurt any less.

[retributory]

saw a tt saying it's Crazy and Wild that binghe got hard from hugging sqq. no it isn't. do you have any idea how overactive the average body's arousal response is. random boners is like, a known phenomenon that people struggle with (especially during their teen years, which is when said boner happens in the novel). you get random boners with a vulva too. it's just not as noticeable (to observers) because penis is like an overactive small mammal in your pants. arousal is just a bodily reaction and i would even say sex and sexual activity is the minority of the times in a person's life where they're physically aroused. you're telling me you've never gotten a little accidentally turned on by like, hugging someone or beating a hard video game?? that's just how it's wired i fear. if binghe had a pussy all of his underwear would be bleached from getting shizun pets all the time

[deadboydetectives-anonmeme]

Simon/Edwin — Pre-canon

We don't know a lot about Simon and Edwin in school. Simon tried approaching with a smile when they were alone and Edwin nervously ran off. Simon stole Edwin's cap. And then there was the demon sacrifice, which was a hell of an escalation.

How else did Simon try for Edwin's attention before 'pranking' him? Did Simon try to get him alone, only for Edwin to assume he was bullying and avoid him? Maybe this is Edwin looking back on their school days with new context and realizing what he'd missed then.

Fill: The Greek Vice

[killugonficlibrary]

full count by nogoodalone ( T | 73,866 | 13/13 )

Killua Zoldyck’s carefully crafted strategy to graduate early was all going according to plan. Until the beginning of his last scheduled year, when his academic advisor decided to share that he was missing all of his required athletics credits. And that all gym classes were full for the year. And, no, scanning into the workout center once a week could not count for credit.

What could count for full credit, though, was being a practicing athlete on a university sports team for a minimum of two semesters. Great news for the men’s baseball coach whose team desperately needed a new pitcher and was willing to give opposite-of-athletic Killua a shot. No hitting required, minimal fielding promised, and an unexpectedly killer curveball later, and Killua had a #99 jersey with his last name on it.

The issue? Killua knew nothing about baseball. Luckily for him, team captain and catcher Gon Freecss had selflessly volunteered to teach Killua everything he needed to know about the game outside of practices.

Luckily for him, Killua loved study sessions. And baseball pants. And maybe the fact that things didn’t always go according to plan.

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a modern uni & baseball killugon au | for the 2023hxhbb

[steddieunderdogfics]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54410164/chapters/137825320 for the enemies to lovers theme!

do you think i have forgotten (about you) by stupidwithsteddie

Rating: Teens and Up

9,811 words, 3/3 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Battle of the Bands, Musician Eddie Munson, Musician Steve Harrington, Enemies to Lovers, Exes to Lovers, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Angst with a Happy Ending, bitchy steve harrington, Hurt Steve Harrington, Hurt Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, make ups, Love Confessions, Misunderstandings

Summary:

“I hope you’re successful, Eddie. I genuinely hope that for you but I hope you know that the songs that your fans will love the most will always be the ones I wrote. I hope you’re haunted by me every single time you step onto a stage. Fuck you, Eddie.” He spat, watching as Eddie’s face contorted into anger but he stormed away before he could let him respond. Steve Harrington didn’t know much but he knew one thing — he hated Eddie Munson and he always would. -- or the battle of the bands au where steve and eddie have a complicated past and they're forced to confront it through the only way they know how - music

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[spriteinthedark]

Reading fics has inspired me to make memes!

Most of my favourite fanfics go slow. Real slow. Glacial slow. That's part of the fun, tho.

[deviousdeliciousness]

Tipped Off

Wuh-oh. Poor tiny guy gets caught by a giant of dubious morality ;D

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Kole dug his fingers into the thick skin of the giant's palm holding him far too high up in the air, shaking like a leaf.

He scooched as best he could into the center of the hand despite how much it terrified him to be in it in the first place. Anything was better than being close to the edge, to seeing the fatal drop-off only inches away from his shivering form.

The giant's fingers were flattened straight out, offering no stability or handholds for Kole to desperately clutch onto. He'd never felt so vulnerable, so exposed.

At his back, the human chuckled lowly, sending a warm gust of air against him that had the hairs against the back of his neck standing on end.

He swallowed convulsively, squeezing his eyes shut and hunching further into himself, wishing he could cross his arms over his chest in a poor imitation of a hug, desperate for comfort, but too terrified at the thought of taking his palms off the grounding support of his weak grip on the giant's skin.

Kole's eyes snapped back open wide as his world suddenly began to tilt.

As the palm beneath him began to tilt.

He frantically scrambled backwards as the giant's fingers tipped downwards and revealed the awaiting ground below. He felt himself sliding forwards, and a scream ripped free from his throat.

"No - please!" he pleaded, panic-struck, leaning backwards as far as he could to try to counteract the slant of the giant's palm. It wouldn't be enough - it already wasn't enough - and he could feel his grip slip. His heart leapt into his throat as he tumbled forwards and towards the awaiting precipice.

Only to be caught as, at the very last second, the giant's palm leveled back off, causing Kole to land against the being's thick, long fingers with a breath-expelling 'oof' and a choked off keen.

Over the edge of the tips of the human's fingers, the concrete ground so far below seemed to stare back up at him almost tauntingly, and a flashbulb picture of his body, bloody and broken, seared across his mind.

"Oops," the giant teased - teased - and Kole's shoulders rose to his ears as he scooted himself away from the edge once more. He ducked his head, and his lips trembled, his fingers white-knuckled where he once more had them clenched into the grooves of the human's skin.

He didn't want this. He didn't want to play this game. He didn't want to be played with like this was a game - like he was a game, or a thing to be played with. He didn't even know what this giant who had captured him wanted from him at all.

Did he want Kole to beg again? To cry and plead and debase himself for the chance at keeping himself alive?

Kole would do it. He would do anything as long as it meant he wouldn't be subjected to whatever horrible fate the giant could dole out to him as easy as anything. Wasn't that what the being had just done? Shown Kole how simple of a thing it would be to snuff out the borrower's puny, pointless existence?

Kole had never been caught by a human before, but he knew the stories. Even without them, it wasn't hard to imagine what a being so many times larger than him could do. Things even worse than just letting him go splat against the ground. Like step on him, or sit on him, or rip his limbs straight from his body without even exerting any strength, or bite him in half with its powerful jaws, or swallow his entire form whole, or crush him in the palm of its hand.

Kole shivered, fruitlessly attempting to dispel the thought as his awareness of where, exactly, he was in that moment seemed to hone in just that much more.

He just hoped the giant wouldn't keep him.

Perhaps any fate would be better than that.

Above him, there was a loud, impatient-sounding sigh, and Kole startled in shock upon realizing how long he must've been lost in his spiraling thoughts for, his muscles all at once tensing with renewed ferocity.

"You're no fun," the human complained, almost - almost disappointed-like, and Kole's blood froze solid with an unprecedented amount of dread. Dread that became warranted as the hand that had been holding him aloft, keeping him undisputedly as its prisoner but simultaneously, contrarily safe, was suddenly upturned.

The scream that tore its way out of Kole's throat was sharp and jagged as he went airborne, and in that instant he would've done anything to be back in the giant's hold.

Instead, he was free-falling to the cold, hard ground below him. The wind whistled in his ears offbeat from the blood pounding through his skull, his limbs splayed out at his sides as he desperately, uselessly, tried to slow his fatal descent.

The ground came closer and closer and closer, but Kole couldn't even force his gaze away from his imminent fate, his wind-stung eyes locked onto the rapidly approaching grey, flat ground.

It felt like both less than an instant and a million years had passed before something slammed into his side, and for a second Kole was too disorientated from the abrupt end to his fall to realize what had happened.

It was only as he blinked rapidly, feeling warmth seep into his terror-chilled bones from all around, that he realized.

The giant had caught him.

And all at once, it was too much.

His eyes abruptly welled with tears, and he was helpless to stop them. He opened his mouth to take in a desperately needed breath only to choke on a hiccuping sob.

He trembled violently, and it only worsened with every twitch of the human's monstrous fingers around him. Hot tears spilled over his pale cheeks, and he couldn't strangle the horrible-sounding whimpers that fell free from his twisted lips.

He barely had the presence of mind to hear the giant as it next spoke, and he might not have had its voice not been as overwhelmingly deep and reverberating as its kind's was known to be.

"I was just messing with you," it muttered, almost like it was uncomfortable with Kole's pathetic breakdown.

Kole didn't believe the human's words. Its actions were too careless, too cruel, to have been anything but malicious. He couldn't accept the thought that anyone - anything - with a single ounce of kindness, of compassion, in its heart would do such a thing.

The others had been right.

Humans were monsters, and a borrower's life meant nothing to them at all.

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poor bebe ;(

dumb dumb giant, where'd that big brain o' yours go??

[befuddled-calico-whump]

[narliearchive]

a shield of blue and green by shadowquill17 [T]

Tristan Hayes has just joined Truham’s rugby team, and Nick has a feeling he might turn out to be a bully. Because of course, there's no other reason Tristan could be looking at Charlie… right?