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[isjasz]

POSSESSES YOU

[Day 123]

Uh I got possessed what happened

[flickering-nightfall]

Here's some gifs from the Hey Ya video!

All of these + several extras have been chucked in a google drive folder here for easy access.

FP and Sig's gifs were recorded from different segments of the video so sorry if they desync over time :P

[mothfables]

♡ Bunny Flops ♡

Legend flops when he’s happy.

Part one!

The first time it happens, they’re all gathered around the campfire, happy and content from a relaxed day of travel and a hearty meal. Conversation is soft; with no urgent matters vying for their immediate attention, chatter flows easily from one subject to another. Legend shifts from his place on a log to sit on the ground, resting his back against it. Bringing one leg up, he wraps his arms around it to rest his cheek on his knee.

He’s... content, he realizes. Here, with these heroes, talking and laughing about everything and nothing like close friends (like brothers)... A small smile lifts his lips as Wind lightly punches Warriors on the shoulder, only to shriek with laughter as the older boy grabs him in a headlock to ruffle his hair in retaliation. Yeah... content.

Without realizing it, he slowly tips over until he lands on his shoulder with a soft oomph! Hyrule, who’s next to him, lets out a squeak of surprise as Legend’s head lands on his thigh. The Vet gives a sigh, relaxing into the contact. His eyes flutter closed.

Hyrule, for his part, hovers his hands awkwardly, unsure what to do with the unexpectedly calm Veteran lying against his leg. He catches Sky’s eye across the fire and gestures helplessly. The Chosen Hero’s eyes widen before he lets out a soft coo, catching the attention of the others.

“Aawww, did he fall asleep?” Wind asks, his eyes bright. Warriors starts to grin, and Hyrule shoots him a glare. He doesn’t think Legend would appreciate being teased right now.

“...I don’t think I’ve ever seen ‘im so relaxed,” Twilight remarks. He shifts to better see the Veteran, who is indeed very relaxed. He doesn’t so much as stir when Hyrule finally lowers his hands, resting one on his head.

...Hold on. Gently, Hyrule threads his hand through Legend’s hair (marveling quietly at how soft it is). There’s no response.

Frowning now, because Legend always gets defensive when someone touches his hair, Hyrule removes his hand from his hair and shakes his shoulder. Legend doesn’t so much as twitch.

“Um, guys? I think-” Hyrule’s breath catches at the sudden swell of worry in his chest. “I think something might be wrong.”

The other heroes snap to attention at that, Warriors scrambling to his feet and hurrying over. He copies Hyrule, reaching out to shake their unconscious brother’s shoulder. The result is the same- that is to say, nothing. Wars’ brow creases in concern.

“Do you think it’s a curse?” Wind whispers loudly. There’s a bark of surprised laughter followed by a cough.

“I think we would’ve noticed if somebody got cursed, Sailor,” Warriors disagrees, checking Legend’s pulse worriedly. It’s steady and strong; whatever’s happening, it’s not affecting his heart, which rules out a number of other possible causes. If his heart was affected, it’s likely his organs and lungs and quite possibly his brain would be too, all of which would be bad. Luckily, that doesn’t seem to be the case.

“It can’t be poison, we all ate the same thing,” Four mutters, sounding deep in thought. “Legend isn’t the type to eat things he finds out in the woods, either, so I doubt it came from that.” Hyrule and Wild shift somewhat guiltily at that. It’s a hard-learned habit born of survival, but that doesn’t mean everything they put in their mouths is safe to eat. “Warriors, can you see if maybe there’s an injury we didn’t notice? I know he usually doesn’t hide things like that, but it’s possible he didn’t know either.”

The Captain nods and gently, with Hyrule’s help, shifts Legend to check his back and sides, then after a moment of thought, his legs. There’s nothing. He sits back on his heels and just... observes. For all appearances, Legend is simply fast asleep.

He relays as much to the rest of the Chain, whose expressions shift from worry to confusion and disbelief. Legend never sleeps deeply or well, even after several months of travel together. It’s something they’ve all become accustomed to, so seeing him so loose and unguarded is odd at best.

With nothing else to do, everyone slowly goes back to what they were doing before, leaving Hyrule, Warriors, and a still-sleeping Legend in a quiet huddle. After a moment Wars shifts so his back is against the log with Legend’s legs across his lap. Their brother sleeps on.

The odd peace lasts perhaps another half hour before Legend finally stirs. Violet eyes blink open to stare sleepily at the fire. Wind is the first to notice and his gasp alerts the rest of them, startling Legend out of his sleepy half-doze.

“He’s awake!!!” In one swift movement their youngest bounds across the fire towards them. He skids to a stop on his knees and Warriors winces. Wind doesn’t seem to notice or care about the surely-raw skin that resulted and stares at Legend with his signature wiggly frown. Legend, for his part, stares back with wide eyes that slowly shift to meet each of the Chain’s, who are staring back at him.

“...what?” he croaks.

Wars opens his mouth to answer when he’s cut off by a flood of concerned questions.

“Are you okay?”

“What happened? You just passed out and-”

“We couldn’t wake you but Wars said nothin’ was wrong-”

“You don’t look sick-!”

Legend’s shoulders begin to rise. Warriors chuckles, the sound a half-sigh as he drags his hand down his face, relieved. The Vet twitches at the sound and twists around to look at him, his face falling into a scowl.

“What?” Legend asks again. He’s starting to look distinctly annoyed now. Warriors only chuckles again.

And there’s our grumpy Veteran, he thinks fondly, giving his brother a smirk.

Legend puffs up like an angry cat and shoves himself to his feet. “Whatever,” he grumbles, stalking away to where they left their bags. The others’ voices follow him, high and worried. Legend snarks back a response, though his shoulders lose some of their tension. Warriors watches him go, his smirk falling into something softer as he exchanges a glance with Hyrule.

Yeah, he’s fine.

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[okkalo]

morning workout

sae x reader

genre(s): fluff

warnings: none

I WANNA WRITE FOR RIN SO BAD BUT I ALREADY HAVE SO MUCH RIN SO IM TRYING TO EVEN IT OUT AND IT SUCKS BC RIN WOULD BE SO CUTE IN THIS SCENARIO

“sae…i think i’m actually about to die,” you claimed in between your tired pants, hands resting on your waist. sae could only roll his eyes at your statement, which wasn’t even close to the first one this morning.

“you’re the one who wanted to join my morning workout,” he mentioned while watching your exhausted form. “besides, you’re on your last set anyways.”

when you begged sae to let you accompany him to the gym this morning you were expecting nice couple time. maybe even a time to watch him sweat and show his muscles. besides, you’ve heard how working out can make you feel better. so, of course you persisted on joining sae this morning.

big mistake. it was sae’s leg day and he gave you the same workouts as his, of course with less weights. that didn’t make it any easier.

so here you were, on the last set of your weighted squats feeling the immense aching of your legs. “my legs won’t do another one, sae.” you finally got over your heavy breathes, meeting his eyes.

“this is the last workout of today, you can do it. and if you really can’t then i’m right behind you. i won’t let you get hurt,” he tried to compromise, knowing how much you looked forward to this morning. it made you feel warm—well, warmer than you were—seeing him actually care enough to try to push you a little.

“you’ve already hurt me with this workout, babe,” you sighed, letting your hands fall to your sides as you looked towards the bar. he walked up, stopping in front of you and letting his hand meet your cheek while he occupied your other cheek with a kiss. he gave you a small push to make you look at him.

“ten more, you’re so close,” was all he could say, struggling to come up with more inspiration to give you. really, him saying anything at all was a lot coming from him though. knowing this you gave him a hesitant nod, walking out of his hold to the squat rack—you’re new worst enemy.

“don’t let me die here, please,” you added, dipping your head to the other side of the bar, adjusting your hands as you saw fit. you took a minute to breathe and ready yourself, sae giving you a small squeeze on your hip as you did so.

“i’m right here,” was all you needed to hear before you took your last breathe and lifted the bar. it was a painfully long last set, your legs shaking each time you pushed yourself up. sae noticed, hands carefully hovering around your figure as he mumbled the count. he immediately took the bar once you finished, taking the weight off of you.

“good job,” he gave a muttered praise, hand meeting your back as you went back into your earlier position. he leaned forward to give you another kiss on your flushed cheek before retreating to take the weights off the bar.

“sae, never let me join you again,” you struggled to say in between your breathes, watching as he put the equipment away. “i’m so glad i’m done.”

“we still have to do our cooldown stretches,” he reminded you, prompting a long and loud whine to escape your lips.

unedited thanks for reading!

[dailyserirei]

next week :)

[whumpitisthen]

"Did you have a nightmare?"

"No."

"You had one. Don't lie to me."

"...Sorry."

"Hm?"

"Yes, I had a nightmare. I'm sorry for lying."

"It's alright, just don't make it a habit."

"Okay. Sorry."

"Now tell me about it."

"Uh, about what?"

"Your dream, silly. Tell me what happened in it."

"Oh. Um. I... I can't remember."

"You dreamt about me."

"..."

"And you're lying again. I will not warn you a third time."

"H-How did you know?"

"It seemed like quite a violent one. I merely assumed."

"Um, yeah. I-It was."

"If I have to use this much prompting to pull an answer out of you we might as well skip the interrogation and go straight to pulling teeth."

"No, no, no need, I, I can answer on my own!"

"I think the pliers are just over in that box. I can get them for you."

"No, please don't, I-I will —"

"Shut up. What happened in your nightmare."

"...You hurt me. A lot. Y-You were, um, you had a bad day at work or something, but it was my fault somehow. I did something to your bag I think, I don't know what. It doesn't make much sense when I explain it like this."

"...And?"

"Uh, that's it. You just, um, uh... that was it."

"You know, omitting part of the truth does count as lying."

"But, but I'm not, that's all that happened!"

"What did I do to you?"

"J-, You know... What you usually do?"

"What exactly?"

"..."

"What is it? Why are you looking at me like that? ... You're afraid I'm going to get ideas?"

"...Yes."

"Hm. Was it scary?"

"Y-Yeah..."

"Was it scarier than, say... yesterday? At the stove?"

"M-, Maybe..."

"Maybe?"

"Yes."

"You got your hand burned pretty badly... You should be more careful around the kitchen."

"...Yeah. I know."

"You know, it's always amusing to me when my prisoners have nightmares. I'm sure you know as well as anyone what it is like, and so I'm curious. What is it like falling asleep, relieved to finally escape from me for just a moment, and then experience the worst torture your mind can put you through during that? And then to wake up hanging from chains again? I would love to know."

"I don't like when you're like this."

"Like whatttt? I'm only politely inquiring for a simple answer!"

"When you're, you're — when you're so casual about this! This is not normal, this is awful! You're keeping me captive and h-hurting me for no reason."

"Yes, I am. It's fun, isn't it?"

"N-"

"It's fun. Isn't it?"

"Y-Yes, yes, it's fun, it's fun! Please, I'm sorry, it's fun!"

"That's what I thought."

"I'm sorry..."

"You know how to apologise better than that."

"...It's hell. That's what it's like. I-It's like I'm in Hell."

"Good. I like that answer.

So, it was scary?"

"Yeah."

"Was I scarier than I am now?"

"No..."

"I was I'm sure. You haven't seen me truly angry yet. Was it scarier to be hurt in your nightmare than it is in real life?"

"I don't know."

"Come on, I'm sure it's different. You woke up crying. I could see your hand tremble as you lifted it."

"I cry and tremble anyway as long as you have anything to say about it."

"Oh, you may be right. I do like seeing you like that. Especially when you wake up in the dark all disoriented and confused. Very cute."

"I'm sure it is."

"Was what I did scarier?"

"No."

"If that's the case, why are you avoiding telling me what it was?"

"Because I don't want to give you ideas."

"Because your brain came up with something truly sadistic, did it? Tell me already, I'm dying of anticipation!"

"I won't. You can't make me."

"Is that a challenge?"

"You don't scare me."

"Well, that's certainly a lie."

"Just leave me alone already!"

"The more you push me away the more I will tie you to my bed with barbed wire. And gag and blindfold you. With barbed wire."

"...I hate you."

"I know. Tell me then. I won't ask again."

"...you strapped me to a, a metal table. Blindfolded me. Said something into my ear, I really can't remember what. Then you burnt me. Over and over. Across my whole body. I couldn't move at all, I couldn't even think it hurt so much. Then you... y-you took a knife to me. Cut along my, my burns. I couldn't breathe. The pain didn't even s-stop when you stopped and started staring at me. You left me at some point, and it only hurt more. I hated it so much, I-I thought I was dying."

"...Very interesting."

"P-Please don't do that to me."

"Who said I was?"

"You're thinking about it. It's why you wanted to know in the first place, right?"

"Well, now that I do, I can ease your worries and say that it would be a lot of work cleaning up all those wounds."

"Thank god."

"I am curious how long I would need to hurt you to get the same reaction as that dream, however. We will have to see later."

[monarchisms]

so for those who missed it, geoff talked a bit more about achievement hunter coming to an end on a f**kface break show on september 18th. some of it was stuff we've already learned from the announcement video/thread from AH themselves, but some additional information was mentioned exclusively on the f**kface stream. with rooster teeth being so great (sarcasm) at relaying info to their audience, i had to rely on a fan recording of the stream from twitter to get more context sooner, since the official recording won't be available until the 22nd at the earliest.

i'll put a full transcript of all the clips of the twitter thread under the cut, but if you want a tl;dr:

geoff's known about AH coming to an end for about 6 months (since march 2023), and that the decision to end it wasn't made lightly

he compares AH ending to when he went to quit red vs blue 15 years ago to co-create AH, somewhere between seasons 5-7, and how he continued to work on rvb until he couldn't anymore

also talks about how everyone at the company at the time (like burnie, gus, matt, and jason) were really supportive towards him, and how that led to AH lasting 15 years

he hopes that michael, trevor, alfredo, and joe get the same support he got from the audience when he made AH, and then eventually f**kface. also reassures the audience that all the content on the AH channel will stay as it is

heavily emphasizes that this decision wasn't made by the higher ups at rt or warner brothers, and wanted to nip that in the bud before the rumor went too far. notes that AH didn't fail, it just ended

talks about how there will be a couple more weeks of new achievement hunter content before they close up shop. some of the content includes the members paying an homage to past series and people at AH. it will eventually culminate into a final video that geoff's in where he gets "fucking verbose" about his feelings in relation to everything

gives a shoutout to matt, jeremy, and ray in regards to their streams on twitch, and finally ends his speech by saying that the audience should respect that the past + current AH members are continuing to do the things they love doing while being entertaining, just in their own unique ways

the full transcript:

Geoff: "The Achievement Hunter brand is coming to a close. We have decided to sunset it and to end it. And I've seen a lot of- for a very good reason- and that announcement came in tandem with another announcement, a very exciting announcement about a new brand called Dogbark. And I've seen a lot of excitement, a lot of appreciation from people, a lot of people supporting Michael and those guys [referring to Trevor, Joe, and Alfredo] going off into doing their own thing.

I've seen a lot of fear and uncertainty. I totally get and understand that; you guys are hearing this for the first time. Um, I've known about this for about six months. You know, this has been in some form of discussion or preparation for a while now. This wasn't a decision that was made lightly, uhh... but I think it's the right decision, and I hope that you'll understand and support that, and here's why:

15 years ago, I went to Burnie and Matt and Gus, and I said 'Hey, I'm losing my mind making Red vs Blue.' It was season 5 or 6, and I- I think it was 6 or 7, actually- and I was just so creatively drained and stifled. And I had such a wonderful time making Red vs Blue, but I had made it until I couldn't make it anymore. And I had this idea, and I was very passionate about this idea of this thing I wanted to try. And Burnie and Gus and Matt were so kind and supportive to give me the creative runway to launch and test Achievement Hunter out at a time when everybody- friends- everybody was telling me 'What are you doing, quitting making Red vs Blue? It's a huge hit! You're like, the #2 guy on it. You're a big part of this! Why would you leave that to do this unproven, untested thing?' And I had to! I had to follow my dream, I had to follow my passion. And like I said, Burnie and Matt and Gus and everybody else, Jason, everybody involved in Rooster Teeth at the time, were so fucking supportive and so wonderful to me in that period that 15 years later, we've had 15 years of Achievement Hunter.

We wouldn't be here on this set right now in front of all this Zimmer stuff, in front of fucking dumb pictures of Gavin and Garbage Pail Kids and Barbie and- fucking new Dallas poster, by the way. Uh, all of this has existed because they allowed me to take a chance and supported me taking that chance. And uh- I would be some kind of fucking hypocrite if I didn't provide the same level of support and genuine enthusiasm to Michael and Alfredo and Joe and Trevor as they embark on the same journey I went on 15 years ago! And this is a very- I don't want to speak for them. They didn't make this decision lightly, I guarantee you, and they will explain it in their own voice over the next few weeks as we say goodbye to Achievement Hunter and say hello to Dogbark. [actual dog barks in the background] We worked on that ahead of time.

Uhh... and so I would only ask that you give them the same level of support that the audience gave me when I tried out Achievement Hunter, this untested, unproven thing, and the same level of support you all gave us when we decided that we're going to make F**kface, an audio-only podcast recorded remotely, which is something that I never in a million years wanted to do or thought was a good idea until we did it, and found out it was simply too good, found out that it worked and it ended up becoming, I think, hopefully the best thing I've participated in. I really ju- I really just want to drive that point home. Joe and Trevor and Michael and Alfredo have spent years and years and years making content that they believe in to support and entertain you. And that's all they want to do with this new production.

Everything comes to an end. It's okay for things to end. I know it's scary and it's sad, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen, and that doesn't mean it's going away. We have 15 years of Achievement Hunter content online that you can still watch and enjoy. Hundreds of thousands of hours of content, hundreds upon hundreds of episodes of Minecraft and GTA that are still there for you to go and watch. I mean, hell, I think Emily and I are a great example of that. We've been watching a show that came out in 1978 called Dallas. It ran from 1978 to 1992, and that was 40 fucking years ago. And yet here we are enjoying it, just as if it came out yesterday. Justice for Sue Ellen, I think we can all agree, justice for Sue Ellen. So I would just say that I hope that you'll be excited about this new journey in their careers and this new opportunity for Rooster Teeth. It's sad to say goodbye to a thing, but it's not disappearing. It's still there. You can still go watch all those videos. You can still go enjoy- enjoy all that content, but you can also support them in what they're doing.

And one other little inaccuracy, or not even inaccuracy, but one thing I want to touch on- and then I'll get to breaking cards and being an idiot- is a thing that kind of bugs me, is that- I'm sure you've heard this phrase or some variation of this phrase before where it's uh, said that a lie can travel halfway across the world, while the truth is still putting its pants on, and-"

Emily: "That's kinda deep! I've never heard that before." Geoff: "You've never heard that before?" Emily: "No!"

Geoff: "Yeah, and I've seen a lot of supposition and people saying things that just aren't true. And I want to stop that right now before they travel halfway across the world. Because there is no truth to the idea that like- anytime we make a change that's controversial or a bit scary or different or new or unexpected, there's this idea that there's uh, some dude in a suit from Warner Brothers or Rooster Teeth standing just off-camera, sternly going, 'Make this decision. Follow this algorithm. We're chasing a demographic.' None of that is true. Rooster Teeth would be very happy if they continued making Achievement Hunter forever, but they weren't happy making Achievement Hunter, and they wanted to try a new thing.

They wanted to do what I did 15 years ago! They wanted to do what Ray did when he left Achievement Hunter, right? They wanted to bet on themselves and make their production. I love the work they put into- to mine, and I did my best to make it ours. But at the end of the day, I left Achievement Hunter five years ago! Uh, it would be really foolhardy and stupid and- and dickhead-ish of me to have a problem with them doing the same thing, uh, but it's also them. This is a decision that they made, that they wanted to make. It didn't come from anybody at Rooster Teeth or Warner Brothers. There was no, I don't know, this marketing department you always hear about that's telling them to make these decisions and- 'Chase the Gen Z crowd and come up- This is the name we've workshopped.' None of that's true! They came up with the name. They came up with the logo, they came up with the design, the color palette, the trailer, the content that's going to be released in a couple of weeks, that's all them! That's what they wanna do.

That is them following the same passion that I followed 15 years ago and the same passion that I followed when I created Let's Play, and the same passion that I that I followed when I created F**kface. And hopefully the same passion, the same passion that I created this with, and hopefully the same passion that I'll create the next and the next and the next thing with, and hopefully the same passion that they get to do, uh, as they continue their career. So all I'm asking for is give the new thing a chance, support it. It's a brave thing to do to walk out of the safety of Achievement Hunter into a new thing.

And also, uh, I've seen a lot of doomers that are saying like 'Ah, I called it ten years ago! I knew it was gonna fail!' It didn't fail. It ended. It was 15 fucking awesome years. And I'm going to stop talking now because I'm just going to get rambly. But I will say: There's a couple of weeks left of Achievement Hunter content coming out where they pay homage, if you will, to a lot of the videos and the shows from the past,, and the people from the past, and they have a lot of sweet things that they're going to do. And it'll culminate at the end with one last video that I am in where I get fucking verbose about my feelings about all of it. So if you want to hear more about my feelings of the 15 years of Achievement Hunter, I ask that you tune in to that last Achievement Hunter video. But I also ask that you tune into every video between now and then, because they're going to be saying goodbye to Achievement Hunter with a lot of love and respect and humor. And uh, I think that's what it deserves. And I hope that we all get to share in that together, and then, and then subscribe to Dogbark and give it a shot. [dog barks again] Thank you.

And uh, remember that all of these people that you've loved that have come and gone are still making content right now. Jack and BK, I think Jack's on vacation, but Jack and BK are over there in Inside Gaming, making content, playing video games 3, 4 hours a day, 3 or 4 days a week, playing Minecraft, playing all those old games that you loved to see us play. And Michael is making Face Jam every week. And Michael and Trevor and Alfredo and Joe are going to be making Dogbark every fucking day. And Gavin and I, we're making F**kface every day. And I'm making ANMA and I'm making So... Alright, and Ky has helped producing it all uh, behind the scenes.

Matt and Jeremy and Ray, they're streaming every fucking day of their lives, I believe. I think Jeremy's on, like, 18 days in a row right now, or something? [referring to Jeremy's uncapped subathon]. So all the people that you loved to support and who uh, entertained you throughout the years, they're still doing the thing that they love. They're just doing it in the way that they wanna do it, in the way that makes sense to them. And I just hope that you will be... respectful of that, and give them an opportunity to entertain you uh, in much the same way they entertained you last year and the year before and 5 years ago and 10 years ago. They just want to get up every day and make the best content they can make, and they're not- they're not making these decisions for any other reason than this is where their creative interests are leading them. And much like you gave me a chance 15 years ago, let's all give them a chance today. [dog barks again] That's it. I'm done. Let's open up some fucking cards."

[micamicster]

Everyone is a monster to someone. Since you are so convinced I am yours, I will be it. / Progress cannot begin and suffering will not end until someone has the courage to go out into the woods and drown the damn cat.

Nebraska by Bruce Springsteen / Black Sails (2014-2017)

[image id: a series of 19 images from Black Sails, with the lyrics of Darkness on the Edge of Town by Bruce Springsteen superimposed on them.

"Well, everybody's got a secret, son," over Anne looking at Max's naked form through a door at the brothel.

[image id: a series of 12 images from black sails with lyrics from Bruce Springsteen's Nebraska superimposed over them in red.

"From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska," over a crowd of people at the docks in Nassau.

"with a sawed-off .410 on my lap" over Flint's hand holding a smoking gun.

"Through the badlands of Wyoming." over dark blue water.

"I killed everything in my path," over Flint shooting a gun. He is aiming straight out of the screen and his face is obscured by sparks.

"I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done," over Flint's face in profile in the scene where he says to Miranda (not pictured) that this ends when he grants England his forgiveness.

"At least for a little while me and her we had us some fun," over Silver's face during his descent into the darkness conversation with Flint.

"They declared me unfit to live," over Flint and Vane on trial in Charleston. They are viewed from behind sitting side by side.

"said: into that great void," over ghost Miranda screaming.

"my soul'd be hurled," over the preacher practicing his sermon in the cornfield.

"They wanted to know why I did what I done," over Flint and Silver's sword-fighting practice. Flint is holding a sword out to Silver by its hilt.

"Well, sir," over Silver's and Flint in the jungle on Skeleton island. Silver's face is in focus in the foreground and Flint is visible blurred over his shoulder. Silver's face is partially cut-off by the edge of the frame.

"I guess there's just a meanness in this world," over Max talking to Grandma Guthrie (not pictured) about needing to drown the damn cat.

[moon9931]

hey hey hey hey hi @oddpizza hi

i saw people do their little sonas/ocs in your fun rot tower au..and I wanna do it too,,,,,me... WWWWWWAAAARNIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!

GORE!!!!! THERES BLOOD- AND AND AND- AND BURNS- AND AN EXPOSED BONE!!!!!!!!!!!

the opps done fucked her up she fell into a tub of acid, face first he got her dumbass in a really bad accident that almost mader her lose his arm

their EAR IS CUT OFF!!!!!!!!!

and her wings...they're BROKEN!!!!!!

shes gone so insane that they bit off a part of their "axe"!!!!!!! (its a cleaver tied to a stick)

[findafight]

Hope you're okay with my stray starbara thoughts bc oh my god you've given me brainworms like no other!!!

They're getting serious and telling each other things that they've never told anyone else before. Barb tells Steve that she worries that Nancy is outgrowing her and their friendship is slowly dissolving. She felt it before but it's worse now after the Upside Down and Nancy is charging her way through the journalism world. And she doesn't know what to do. Steve tells her that he does all these things to impress his father but he's not sure if he likes the man he's becoming. Especially since sometimes he's not sure if his dad even loves him. He sure as shit doesn't love his mother what with all the cheating his dad does. He talks about how lonely he gets in that big empty house by himself and she talks about the stares she gets now that she's Poor Barbara Holland who got sick from a gas leak and got lost in the woods.

Steve invites Barb around to use the pool. He talks about how the water will be good for her physical therapy - and while he's not technically wrong it slowly dissolves into them goofing off, splashing each other, and kissing in the pool loungers. She doesn't feel as self conscious with Steve there with her being supportive the whole time.

The first time he lends her his letterman jacket she rolls her eyes at what a fucking move that was Harrington, oh my god. But she blushes and wears the jacket and Steve smiles and looks so happy and smiley he's practically dizzy with it.

He tells her his hair care secrets and she promises not to tell anyone. Barb lets him do her hair for her one time and it comes out so soft and looks so good and she really likes the feeling of his nails gently scratching against her scalp. She knits him a scarf , and it comes out a little wonky with a couple of missed stitches, and all she can see are the imperfections, but Steve loves it and wears it all winter.

He gets his summer job working at Scoops and he hates his dad for forcing him into it but Robin seems cool - if a bit standoffish to him at the moment. The first time Barb comes by to visit while he's on the clock he pulls out the "set sail on an ocean of flavour with me" speech and it's so lame and so dorky but Barb leans over the counter to kiss him on the cheek when he gets her a free cone.

She gets nightmares of the Upside Down still - though they're not as frequent anymore - and they're horrible but if Steve's there he'll hold her close so she can feel his warmth, and his heartbeat, and he'll run his hand along her back until she feels safe again. She returns the favour after the mall burns down and he dreams of being tortured. Of almost dying. Of being drugged and out of control of himself while others were in danger. She holds him this time and reminds him that he's not alone, and he's safe.

idk they're in love!!

I am not only fine with it, I encourage it!!! Send me so many Starbara thoughts! Brainworms forever!!

yes yes them slowly opening up to each other, being soft together!! How Steve doesn't know what he wants from the future, how Barb feels Nancy pulling away (even though it's Barb who got the shiny, new, popular boyfriend) and how she feels she did the same thing to Robin, way back when. How Barb's parents mean well but they're suffocating in their over-protectiveness and she can't even properly talk to them about what she went through. How Steve doesn't want to become his Father, and how especially doesn't want to become his mother, how he thinks he might not be doomed to it when he's with Barb.

She tells him about the Upside Down, how cold and dark it was and how scared she had been. About the nightmares where it feels like she'll never be warm or able to breathe easily again. How sometimes she can't sleep until she's called the Byers and made sure Will is alright and how sometimes she gets a call from him in the middle of the night doing the same. She tells Steve that some days, he's the only thing about her life that she feels she chose. When her parents were pleased she wasn't distracted by boys, she chose Steve; when Nancy was a bit surprised(though encouraging) at how excited Barb was for the party, she chose Steve; after everything, when the world had tipped right-side up but she was surrounded by doctors and government agents and confusion, Barb chose Steve; how she wants to keep choosing him. (Steve holds her tight, right then. Kisses her forehead as she buries her face in his neck and tells her that he's here, she's safe, it's over. Doesn't tell her quite yet that he's pretty sure she's the first person to choose to love him.)

They float in his pool, no bad memories in it, no last-seen pictures of a girl dangling her legs over the side. Just them, chatting and splashing and laughing and kissing. Feeling like the teenagers they're supposed to be. When he first suggested it she joked that he's just making excuses to see her in her swim suit, and it's a bit self deprecating, because why would he? but Steve just smirked, shrugged, obviously dragged his eyes up and down her body, and said "it worked, didn't it?"

They get looks when he pulls Cliche Boyfriend Stunts and how openly gone on her he is. @jestyzestyn on the first post pointed out that beauty standards and 80's tropes played into the original Nacy-Barb-Steve dynamic. So not only is she Poor Barbara Holland, she's also a not conventionally Pretty Girl going out with thee most desirable boy at school. There's whispers that Steve feels sorry for her--guilty, after she went missing from his house. Once, someone asked why he was with the girl who got poisoned by the gas leak, and he gave them such a scathing look that no one asked again. (the answer is, of course, that he loves her. She makes him feel safe, and loved, and that there's more to life than their dinky hometown.)

She teases that maybe since she has his junior varsity jacket, she'll have to make him a sweater one of these days. (And she knows about the Curse, how making a boyfriend a sweater will inevitably lead to a breakup. but what is the time and effort of knitting a sweater to finding out monsters exist and fighting one, on the off chance it'll help save her? probably even, she thinks.) He says she better make sure it matches his scarf.

Okay lighter side, Steve lifeguarded the summer of '84, and this is prime time for girlfriend to ogling him. But it is also prime people-who-are-not-your-gf-ogling-you-time. Barb is like Steve. those girls were flirting with you. If they wanted an actual pool noodle they would have gone to the office the first time you told them to. and he does his confused puppy head tilt going "why would they do that? everybody knows I'm dating you?" and she doesn't know if she needs to explain the concept of trying to steal someone's man and also that he's hot to him or not. She's like babe.....ok. (there was some jealousy at first but tbh after a guy has told you he loves you and told you how much his parents infidelity bothers him and also literally fought a monster to save you [she isn't letting that one go. nancy makes sense. Nancy is her best friend and is like a dog with a bone for mysteries. Jonathan also makes sense. His brother was missing too. She had been seeing Steve barely a month before everything. who DOES that? Steve. Steve does.] you kinda grow secure in your relationship)

(in the fall, after they get to the tunnels, Steve gives her an out. looking at her through his goggles. He tells her she doesn't have to go back down there, doesn't have to touch the Upside Down again, but she clenches her jaw and tells him that he's concussed and there's no way she's letting him go down alone.)

but oof. lifeguarding you can't get distracted so even tho Barb gets to ogle hot bf steve is a professional and does not get to ogle hot gf the same :( '85 is when they really get their flirt on during company time. He tries on the outfit and shows her at home and he's like "this is literally the worst day of my life. this is horrible."

and she goes "well, hon. at least it makes your butt look good?"

and Steve huffs and crosses his arms over his chest and says "my butt makes everything look good. Let's not give any credit to the sailor suit."

"okay okay."

And every time she comes in he does the "ocean of flavour" spiel and she's dying. he's soooo lame. she loves him so much. she kisses him every time about it.

Robin is a bit cold and standoffish because steve is not only the guy who never paid attention to Tammy Thompson, he's also the guy currently dating Robin's childhood best friend who sort of ditched her. It's many messy feelings inside our girl. But Barb does try to make amends with Robin, and they do rekindle their friendship (and gang up on Steve)(literally I think it'd be so funny if Steve wanted to be Robin's friend sooo bad. world's most giant squish on her. sooo embarrassing. And Brab is playfully like oooh do you have a cruuush on Robin? and steve is like absolutely not I am in love with YOU i just want Robin to live next door and also share cat custody what's not to get?)

When Dustin comes back, talking about Suzie, he looks right at Steve, starry-eyed, and says "she my Barb." hkadsjhfkashd

After the Russian base Barb spends a lot of nights in bed with two other people, shaking them out of nightmares she doesn't want to comprehend, not really knowing what to do but loving them anyways.

[gravidwithlore]

Jace felt like he was burning up from the inside out. Not in the fire and brimstone way he was naturally accustomed to, being a demon, but in a radiant and holy way. Like the divine light itself was searing his flesh from deep within, moving in and through him to completely overpower his demonic essence, to shine so brightly it threatened to illuminate him from existence. Jace had never been so turned on in his entire life.

Having just cum, but each divine contraction ripping through his body, combined with the searing burning sensation of the cherub moving into his birth canal, he was already so close to the edge again. Lewdly whining like the demonic whore he is, he starts to rut as best as he can against the golden chastity belt, it's angelic origins providing yet another source of that sweet sweet holy heat as it digs into his hips and teasingly grazes against his nether regions. Jace couldn't remember whether it had been hours or minutes since the angels had come in and tied his hands behind his back, accusing him of attempting to tamper with the chastity belt, when all he was trying to do was finger himself through labor; but he was pleased to find it was really adding a whole new layer of hot to the experience.

Those fucking idiots. He thought as he began to tease one of his nipples with his tail, his milky overfull breast quickly beading up with droplets of glowing golden heavenly milk.

When he'd first been captured by the angels, he'd been afraid. When he learned they planned on experimenting on him, he'd been terrified. Dr. Zuriel had tried to reassure him, that they were only trying to bring the demons back to their roots of the holy and divine light, to help the demons overcome their shortcomings, and maybe even one day, rejoin the angels in their heavenly plane of paradise. And the way they were trying to do that was by.... knocking him up with angelic offspring and load him up on angelic fertility hormones?

Didnt make a lick of sense to Jace, but it didn't take him long to realize Dr. Zuriel was less heavenly helper and more mad scientist (who might be mixing some weird subconscious fetishist into his work) and just so happened to be an angel. It was safe to assume Heavens ethics board was either extremely lax, or extremely gullible, to let this experiment continue as long as it had. Granted, Jace's first offspring had been demonic in nature, and had over time become more and more angelic, so maybe they saw some potential in it. Dr. Zuriel had cheered in triumph when a halo had crowned between his legs, but Jace had been too busy cumming his brains out and dry humping the air to really notice. The triumphant feeling of victory didn't last long after the good doctor realized that Jace himself was just as much of a demon, if not even more so, as he was before.

The chastity belt was a new development though. Dr. Zuriel had tried to explain something about the theory of keeping with offspring in longer blah blah more exposure to angelic essence blah blah the transitory element of prolonged labor blah blah blah. It all pretty much just translated to: I'm too uptight and rigid to admit this might be a fetish, so now I'm going to torture you in a really horny way until something happens or I give up. And that was just fine with Jace.

A demon of lust and pleasure, this angelic experimental facility had turned out to be practically paradise for him. Constantly kept fertile and bred, sensitive and horny (despite Dr. Zuriel's best efforts), he felt like the unbridled whore he was always meant to be. It was common for demons like him to walk, or more accurately waddle, around, filled to the brim with offspring, proudly showing off how thoroughly they'd been bred by some other demon or even in rare cases, a human, and how eager they already were to be bred all over again. But how many of those other sluts could boast about cumming out the burning big head of an angel baby while begging to be passed around the prayer circle and bred full of an entire heavenly host? As far as Jace knew, or honestly even cared, it was just him.

The thought of how jealous all the demons back home would be of his current state made him cum hard. His eyes rolled back in his head as the force of his orgasm moved the cherub further down his birth canal, it's searing radiance inducing an almost Pavlovian response in Jace as he began to rock on his knees, as if he was riding some good dick, rather than barely getting any friction from a chastity belt designed to hurt him. Forked tongue out as he panted, eyes glazing over his pleasure, the pointed tip of his tail furiously kneading a stream of milk from one of his tits, the other so painfully overfull that at first bounce a bead of milk began to dribble at the tip of his nipple from the force of his movement, the cherub, one of his favorites to carry, much bigger than any regular angelic baby, began to inch down at a much quicker pace. Jace already felt like he was on the verge of cumming again, his wings shaking and tensing, tightening to his body, in eager anticipation.

Over the overwhelming sensations in his body, Jace began to be aware of a voice on the experimental chamber's PA system. He practically purred when he realized just who's melodic angelic baritone was calling out to him like a siren over the waves.

"-ing, once again, for you to desist the vulgar displays Experiment 70." His angelic siren droned, sounding characteristically tired and annoyed. Jace's smile widened, wider that it physically should be able to, sly and mischievous, before he quickly put on a fake pout.

"Aw, but Doctor, don't you want accurate results? I think you results wouldn't be accurate if I wasn't my true authentic self, vulgar displays and all!" He ended cheerily. The cherub's radiant burn now filling up his birth canal, so very close to crowning and cumming at the same time. It wasn't quite in his nature to deny himself pleasure, to keep himself on the edge. Oh, if I can hold off just a little longer, oh fuck, this is going to be so good.

"Experiment-"

Jace tsked. "Now Doc, you know that's not my name."

"Experi-"

"Jace."

"Exper-"

"Uh uh, what did I just say?"

Dr. Zuriels pissed off sigh sounded almost like a growl as it turned to static over the PA system. Jace bit his lip, every part of his tensed like a coil from trying to hold himself on the edge.

"OK, fine. Jace-"

The demon screamed in answer as the orgasm he'd been holding back tore through his body, cumming so hard the cherub reached a full crown. It might have even full born right then if the holy chastity belt hadn't abruptly halted it's progress, leaving Jace feeling obscenely stretched around it's head and already tipping over the edge into a second orgasm right on top of the last one. So caught up in his pleasure, for a moment, it felt like he'd left his body, and when he came back to himself he realized his mouth had been moving, sound tearing out of his throat, the whole time. Yes doctor! YES doctor! Yes yes yes DOCTOR! Oh doctor, yes! Yes, yes, YES!

Jace looked up to where he knew the security camera to be, trying to look innocent despite being so clearly blissed ou, and, somehow, even hornier than before.

"Yes, doctor?" He tried to ask sweetly, while still panting and catching his breath. He didnt receive his answer right away, by the time the PA crackled to life again Jace was already beginning to gently rock his hips again.

"...Nevermind." Dr. Zuriel sighed. By his tone Jace knew he was pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut and nose wrinkled as he grimaced in frustration. Jace didn't have to see it happening, to know that the good doctor looked so deliciously and irresistibly downright adorable.

"Oh, okay! I'll just back to what I was doing then." Jace smiled evilly, and bucked his hips to really drive the point home.

Later, too far gone in a beautiful haze of lust and pleasure to know whether it had been hours, days, or maybe even weeks that he'd been in that amazingly agonizing labor, with that cherub burning and filling him so completely; before Dr. Zuriel himself finally came in, looking annoyed and disappointed, to take off the chastity belt. His angel's brows furrowed in frustration, as he helped Jace through the rest of labor, despite all of Jaces half slurred comments on how pretty he looked and how good all his experimentations felt and what a good doctor he is to take such good care of him. When the last cherub was born, 3 in total, Dr. Zuriel sighed and stood to leave, the cherubs already flying around him, naturally drawn to the only angelic signature in the room.

"Aw, doc that's it? No other awful experiments to run on me while you're here? If you've run out of ideas, I have a few we could try." Jace winked and spread his legs further, naturally ready and needy to bred full again.

"No." Dr. Zuriel glared at him and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Jace pretended to look offended, for the camera at least, even if the Dr. wasn't watching at the moment, then started to crack up, grating demonic laughter echoing through the room. Oh, I can't wait to break him. He thought, as he leaned back to relax, already eagerly anticipating Dr. Zuriels next little "experiment."

[bam-monsterhospital]

(Image is watson speaking to sherlock on the topic of the assassination plot sherlock is investigating doesn’t actually exist: “No. Well... only that you have a remarkable faculty for deduction, and pattern recognition.  And that, perhaps, if ill-applied...”)

(Image of sherlock in acquiescence: “I see things that are not there.”)

god it’s so refreshing to have smart characters written by smart writers.

the awareness that sherlock’s style of investigation hinges on making leaps and bounds, very educated guesses but still guesses all the same, and then highlighting the fallibility of this character’s m.o. not only avoids the standard ‘genius as personality type’ trap that lazy and idiotic writers fall into, but also humanizes him. and having john point it out in a way that sounds like tired lived experience and gently confronting sherlock about it like this puts both of these characters on equal footing. john watson is a smart man, a doctor, and should be more than able to keep up with whatever quick sharpness sherlock doles out.  and in this game, he certainly does.

(image of sherlock responding to watson later in the conversation: “So it seems.  Forgive me.  Without something to occupy my mind, I turn into an entirely different animal.”)

Also, sherlock hyperfixates!  It’s made blaringly clear in the previous game and this one, with multiple characters drawing attention to it.  those who know him (mycroft, watson, etc) are aware of it, he’s aware of it, and the heavy neurodivergent coding as well as the focus on mental health and illness in the holmes family fits well with this character; it makes the character’s original idiosyncrasies make all the more sense while also not demonizing mental illness/neurodivergence.   (chapter one spoilers below)

sherlock’s mother didn’t die due to her ‘madness’, she died because she wasn’t receiving proper care for her condition.  sherlock says he fears becoming like his mother (going “mad”), but he actually is terrified of the loss of self she suffered; terrified of having no control as someone else pulls the strings to utterly dissolve you as a person.  He witnessed a creative, genius woman deteriorate into something utterly devoid of the person he knew, and the trauma surrounding this (having experienced it in his childhood) and a particular incident continues to plague him. John Watson is suffering from survivor’s guilt and trauma from the war he served in.  He self-deprecates because of it, and in “The Awakened” game there are hints he is mentally at an all-time low, where later he states his friendship with sherlock and the shenanigans they get up to make him “feel alive” again.

What these characters have lived through and how their minds react to the world because of it are integral parts of these versions of the characters and not something to just get over or ‘fix’.  i don’t have to go in to how showing heroes living with mental health issues like this normalizes and puts it into a positive light, do i?

also they’re great friends and great for each other and support each other and reaffirm each other ajfksdlafsa.  good duo.

[toastedjeans]

I'll make proper refs later, but for now. Sharkstavo.

Cw there's a shirtless fish underneath here (just in case tumblr decides it wants to flag this for nudity or whatever)

Grrrraaaaaaaahhh i love this round shark man LOOK AT HIM

Also some pencil doodles why not

[humming-fly]

using the battle orbs as a shameless excuse to sketch over stock photos of bird and bat wings cause it’s fun 

this actually started out with me wanting to figure out what meta knight’s wingspan was in forgotten land since we actually get nice 3d refs of him gliding around (since his neutral sprites in all the other games drastically shrink his wings presumably for hitbox/visibility reasons)

anyways after taking some screenshots seems like at most his wings are just under 4x his body length, which is actually a lot bigger than i would’ve guessed. Pretty sure i still oversized them in the sketches though lol 

[pettyprocrastination]

Idle Hands

Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader

My secret Santa gift for the ever lovely @floralpascal I do hope this follows your prompt well and that you enjoy it! Big thank you to @humanransome-note for being my editor+beta reader on this one at like 1 am lol. Also a huge thank you to @pedrostories for putting together this amazing event to begin with!!! <3

Summary: Frankie goes to you when he needs his clothes altered and each time has a revelation each time he sees you work. 

Warnings: fluff, light self doubt, lots of talk about hands I just really like hands okay. Friends to lovers babeyyyy

word count: 1.2k

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     Frankie’s clothes never fit him right. 

     The sleeves of shirts hung just a touch too long on him, but going a size under meant they’d squeeze around the bulk of his shoulders in a way that made him worry it would tear (it did. On a first date, it was very embarrassing for him). Trousers either gaped at his waist or had to be rolled up at the cuff because they were made for somebody taller, not wider to properly fit his legs. 

     But he didn’t complain, it gave him a reason to see you. 

     “It’s because clothes used to be made for the body specifically.” You told him, needle in hand as you sat at a table and pushed it through the cuff of his pants. “Everything was tailor made to your measurements, but nowadays we just buy off the rack and hope it fits right.” 

     “Or we take it to our incredibly talented friend who hems our pants in return for dinner?” 

     Sometimes he hopes they don’t fit right, just so he can see you smile. 

     “Yeah, that’s always an option too.” 

     His mother has always told him that love was found in one’s hands. Holding the door open, taking their hand in yours when you crossed the street, the gentle cradling of their face when leaning in for a gentle kiss, it was everything. Small testimonies of love and care found in everyday moments that took root in the palms of a lover. 

     But Francisco's hands were scarred. His fingers were calloused from hard labor and would tremble until he curled them into fists and willed them to stop. They sweat horribly when he would get nervous, leading to him shoving his hands in his pockets and praying you never noticed. 

     If you did, you said nothing of it. 

     But his hands weren’t good for nothing, despite the fact he considered them too rough for handling gentle things like you and the way his fingers fumbled with his keys, he was still skilled. 

     It was his hands that put in the new lock on your door after a series of break-ins took place in your neighborhood. The same fingers that fumbled with your birthday present are nimble and quick with the screwdriver in hand as he reassures you that it’ll be alright. They're the same ones that held you the night you got stood up for a date and wiped the tears from your face as he told you any man who can’t show up for you isn’t worth your fucking time. The same hand that settles on the small of your back each time you walk through a crowd together, the gentle reminder of his presence when you felt everything else closing in. 

     I’m here. You're safe. 

     “These are new.”      “I’m sorry?” 

     You lift your head from your work table and hold up the pair of slacks in your hand he had brought for you to hem. All black with a fine finish, something you’d wear to a wedding. 

     The same pair he stared at in the store for fifteen minutes before finally biting the bullet.

     “The pants, I’ve never seen you wear them before.” 

     His hands curl, thumb pressing against the flat of his pointing finger until he hears a soft “pop” from the joint and moves to the next in hopes to keep his mind off the fact that your thumb is running along the inseam of one pant leg, a gentle back and forth, back and forth, that he’s not sure you even know you're doing it, but it's enough to make his lungs feel tight and head full of cotton. 

     “Right, they're uh, they're new.” 

     Middle finger. 

     Pop. 

     Ring finger. 

     Pop. 

     Pinkie. 

     Pop. 

     “They're real nice.” 

     “You think so?” 

     “You’ll look real sharp in those, Frankie. You got something special coming up?” You look beautiful. Your eyes are focused on your hands that weave the needle in and out of the fabric with such ease it reminds him of a conductor. There's something about it. The way your arm moves up and down, the gentle flick of your wrist when it pulls the needle through. Each separate movement that melts into one another like a connected dance. Maybe Frankie was just reading too much into it. Maybe it had just been far too fucking long since he went on a date and he was so starved he got to the point of romanticizing tailoring. Maybe he just really liked your hands. 

     Maybe, he just really liked you. 

     “Nothing in particular.” 

     You snip the end of the thread, tying it with quick flitting fingers before smiling at him over your shoulder. 

     “Well let me know when you do, I’d like to see you get all fancy.” 

     He scratches at the back of his neck. 

     “You just want a reason to get me out of my work clothes.” 

     There's a moment in every hug from Francisco Morales. From the moment you first met him to years later you can name it down to the very second it happens. A split second before he pulls away from you where his hand settles on your waist and curls in ever so slightly, squeezing you to his chest so softly that by the time you notice he’s already pulling away and telling you “have a good one.”

     It’s the moment you want to continue. For his hands to stay on your waist and keep him flush to your chest, where you’d finally find the bravery to mumble out those words you’ve kept locked away for the past four years because you don’t know what you’d do after there or. Or what he’d do. Christ, you don’t want to imagine it. 

     So instead you bite your tongue. You hold back the confession that’s been nested in the crevice of your ribs since you first met him and savor the feeling of his hands on your waist and the little “mmm.” he does every time you give him a hug that just makes you feel lightheaded.

     He’s halfway down the driveway when he stops in his tracks. Snipping something under his breath to himself before turning on his heel and pointing at you. 

     “Are you uh, are you free? This Friday?” 

     His hands were shaking. 

     “Yeah. Yeah, I’m free.” 

    So were yours. 

     “I was thinking we could get dinner. It’ll give me a reason to wear these, you know?”  He holds up the pair of pants in his hands and smiles. “Plus, I’ve been meaning to ask you out for a long time. I only have so many clothes for you to fix.” 

     Francisco learned that his hands were full of love. 

     His hands could pull out your chair, pour you wine with a steady grasp. They’ll gesture during conversation that seemed to last for hours and drape his coat around your shoulders in the night air.  Cradle your face when he kissed you goodnight and grip your waist when you pulled him in for another. They could hold you together and pull you apart all in the same night. 

     You saw the trembles in his fingertips without shame. Your lips pressed kiss after kiss to the rough skin of his palm without flinching and wrapped your hands with his each time you saw the world closing in on him, refusing to let go or be pushed away. 

     You saw his hands for what they were. An extension of the man they belonged to. One with scars and tremors that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard he tried to hide them. 

     But you held him nonetheless.

[huidol]

boo ^-^ happy halloween AND deltarune 5th anniversary. uee hee

sketch under read more because i actually like it more. :3