#ill get it eventually

[cantrelleplushy]

bucky doodles from a few days ago GO

[fandomfantasyy]

sigh. i really need to play hollow knight dont i. as a bug fables fan it feels like its my duty.

[blackenedsnow]

Hi, I haven't sent in a request in a while, so I hope this is fine! I don't have a super specific idea, but I was wondering if you could write something for like Steve or Jonathan from Stranger Things having an older brother/sibling figure as the reader, since they usually are the ones who take on that role in the show, so I'm interested to see your take on if they had someone like that for themselves! Thank you!

roll the dice

WARNINGS: None

PAIRING: Steve Harrington & Brother!Reader

NOTE: Omg first fic on here... hi guys. Also I have no idea if you wanted headcanons or not but I dont write headcanons (i suck at them but i'll probably do them eventually) so take this instead!

SUMMARY: Steve Harrington always seemed to be the one looking out for others. But before he became the "babysitter" of hawkins, he had someone looking out for him. Someone who taught him more than just how to throw a punch or charm his way out of trouble.

The summer heat was almost unbearable as Steve pulled up to the house, his BMW screeching to a halt in the driveway. He was frustrated—frustrated with work, with the endless Hawkins drama, and mostly with himself. He slammed the car door and stormed inside, his eyes narrowing as he saw you lounging on the couch, some random drink in hand and a smirk on your face.

"Rough day?" you asked, not looking up from the TV.

"That's an understatement," Steve muttered, flopping down on the chair opposite you. "Henderson won't stop bugging me about some stupid D&D thing, and I had to cover a shift for Keith. Again."

You chuckled, setting your beer down. "Well, look who’s Mr. Responsibility now. Remember when you used to sneak out to meet Nancy and I had to cover for you?"

Steve rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and you made me do your chores for a week as payback."

"Hey, fair is fair," you replied with a grin. "Speaking of fair, I think it's time for a rematch."

"A rematch? Of what?" Steve asked, raising an eyebrow.

Your grin widened as you pulled out an old, battered board game from behind the couch. "Of this. You still owe me a game of Monopoly from last time."

Steve groaned, but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "I hate Monopoly.... with you. You cheat every time."

"That's because you suck at it," you shot back. "Come on, Steve. Or are you scared you’ll lose again?"

"Oh, it's on," Steve said, his competitive spirit ignited. "But don’t think I’ll go easy on you."

As you set up the board, the banter continued, each of you throwing playful jabs. The game started, and within minutes, the living room was filled with the sounds of dice rolling, exaggerated sighs, and triumphant shouts.

"Seriously, Park Place again?!" Steve exclaimed as you landed on the prized property and promptly bought it.

"Face it. You’re destined to be poor in Monopoly," you teased, collecting the colorful bills with a flourish.

Steve retaliated by making absurd trade offers and accusing you of hiding extra money under your butt.

Two hours later, the board was a battlefield of properties and paper money. Steve leaned back, crossing his arms. "This is rigged. No way you’re this good."

"Admit it, man, you’ve been hustled," you said, pretending to blow on imaginary dice for luck. "Wanna make it interesting? Loser has to cook dinner for a week."

Steve smirked. "You’re on. But when I win, you’re doing my laundry."

"You wish," you retorted, moving your piece with exaggerated confidence.

Hours later, with Steve grudgingly admitting defeat and you basking in your victory, the two of you collapsed on the couch.

"I’ll get you next time," Steve said, poking you in the ribs.

"In your dreams," you replied, nudging him back. "Now, about that dinner…"

"Fine, fine," Steve groaned, but there was a smile on his face. "But I’m picking the menu."

"Deal," you said, raising your glass of water in a mock toast. "To you being a shitty monopoly player."

Steve laughed, clinking his glass against yours. "Yeah, yeah. To that."

[spinecurlingmice]

fyp is flooded with learning mandarin videos im lowkey having fun... vocal is so much easier than writing first for languages i realize now o3o

[yukeet]

we are ignoring that his face shape is different in each drawing. i’m figuring it out. slowly.

[spearxwind]

god its crazy to me that theres a bunch of ppl here who have never seen traindri.... that one is an absolute classic

and I want it to be canon so bad too, for all intents and purposes it IS and it does 100% happen I just need to find a reason for it to happen and make it cool as hell

[kingprinceleo]

1000 years bound- this fucking guy... dont let his feral little creature nesting distract from the fact hes actually fucking insane, he has commit crimes and he will continue doing so

[overheardinthenightsky]

Hello!

So. I’m your new mod. Stella will probably still be doing stuff on here, and there might be another one too, but I’ll probably be the big one. I’m mod Sklee, and for the record, I’ll try to not make a ton of homestuck references. I guess I’ll just come up with some, reblog some, and take submissions? And make memes but I’m not great at that. My normal blog is @skleetheirken, and I’m glad to be here!