#please take this

[imdyingforthis]

Gently holds elder vampire

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Sockeye salmon animation

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

[chunkytron]

A late vore day drawing

[naffeclipse]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Pearl Eye

A Sleuth Jesters MerMay Fic

Movement. A mer swims overhead, speaking to someone, blocking out the starlight. The interloper lays a hand on the rim of the entrance but doesn’t look down just yet, and doesn’t see you, red-handed. Your gut clenches with the urge to flee, your strength already spent in the fight moments earlier, and you heed the warning.

Word Count: 10,800~ Warnings: Blood and injury, violence, weapons, bruises, angst, threats of violence, death, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, killing, and suggestive themes.

A/N: *shows up late to MerMay with Starbucks and sunglasses* I made it! I'm so excited to share this one shot with you! It's more of the usual for the Sleuth Jesters crew, just shoved into the ocean and fish-ified. The world-building has been tweaked to fit this setting as it's less formal and less organized, but Sun and Moon are still the equivalents of detectives, Eclipse as a mafia boss, and Y/N is doing the usual vigilante shtick.

Eclipse's octo design is based on @xitsensunmoon's art which you should absolutely check out right here! I cooked up some mer designs for Sun and Moon, but they're a lot less tentacle-y (kind of).

There's a lot I ended up not going into for this universe, but if you have questions or want to know more, you can always shoot me a question here!

Merry MerMay! Enjoy ♥

[chronicrabbit]

Steddie Headcanon:

So I’ve had the long-standing belief (like many) that Eddie fell for Steve first. Steve fell harder, but Eddie fell first, and I think it was over something that Steve wouldn’t even remember doing.

Picture it:

Eddie’s in seventh grade.

He was held back in sixth grade math, which is already enough to inspire the other kids to pick on him, certainly not helped by his unevenly growing buzz cut and his proclivity toward doodling DnD monsters on his skin in black marker.

Somebody breaks Eddie’s only pencil during class and Steve Harrington, a popular boy who’s never even spoken to him before, tells them off for it and gives Eddie one of his own with a small easy smile.

The eraser is basically gone and there are bite marks all along the yellow painted wood because Steve has a habit of chewing on it when he’s trying to concentrate, but Eddie appreciates it nonetheless.

Eddie thanks him and promises to give it back after class, and Steve just waves him off like:

“Keep it. I have more.”

And Eddie does keep it.

Because that’s the fundamental difference between the two of them:

Steve is a rich boy who’s parents are unhealthily obsessed with their precious image.

If Steve gets a tear in his Henley, a grass stain on his jeans, a small snag in the threads of one of his socks, his mother throws away the “ruined” article and buys him something new.

Nearly everything Steve owns is brand new, never worn more than a few times before it’s swept away from him and replaced.

All of his shirts are pressed and wrinkle free and have that fresh from the store smell. All of his jeans are stiff and solid, never having had the chance to conform to his body and soften from repeated wear.

The most comfortable things he owns are his gym uniform supplied by the school and his Nike sneakers he’d bought for himself.

As a result, he genuinely just doesn’t see the value in material objects.

One pencil makes absolutely no difference to him.

But to Eddie, it’s everything.

Eddie, who gets nearly all of his clothes secondhand aside from the band tees Wayne surprises him with every birthday, as is tradition.

Eddie, who has to treat all of his possessions with the utmost care so they last as long as possible.

Eddie, who knows that if he loses or breaks something, the money to replace it is either coming from him or from Wayne, and he desperately doesn’t want to burden Wayne any further than he feels he already is.

Eddie, who knows and deeply appreciates the value of the admittedly simple gesture, to the point where every single day after that he finds himself searching for the other boy in class, in the lunchroom, at recess, hoping to catch his eye for even just a moment.

He uses that stupid fucking pencil every single day.

He uses it until it’s basically a nub, impossible to sharpen or even hold, and even then, he can’t bring himself to throw it away, not even when sweet Steve becomes cold and distant King Steve “The Hair” Harrington.

He sews it into his battle vest behind a larger patch on the front. No one knows it’s there except for him.

Not until Steve runs his hand over the patch while they kiss in the back of his car and feels the bump there. He pulls back to ask him what it is, revelling in the way Eddie’s cheeks darken as he recounts the cheesy little memory.

“If I’d known lending you a pencil would get me here, I would’ve given you a million.”

“No need, big boy. It only took one.”

[clownkath]

kenstewy — judas

season 1 ep 8 prague / judas (comics) / jesus christ superstar (2018 nbc live) / season 2 ep 1 the summer palace / the last temptation of christ (1988) / the last days of judas iscariot

[otsmosis]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)

Relationship: Alastor/Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

Characters: Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Velvette (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, general cast in the background

Additional Tags: radiostatic, radioSILENCE, One-Sided Alastor/Vox (Hazbin Hotel), dubcon, Love Potion/Spell, unethical use of love potion, alastor being cute, vox eating it up, Vox is in Hell for a Reason (Hazbin Hotel), its all velvette's fault actually, minor velmilla, Crack Treated Seriously, Humour, it's not that deep don't worry

Language: English

Words: 6,712

Chapters: 1/1

He pinched Alastor’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, gently prying him away from chewing on his monitor to waggle his head back and forth. Alastor allowed the treatment, his ears flicking with the motion, and smiling wide the whole time. The fact that he was letting Vox manhandle him like this just made the giddiness in Vox’s chest swell even more, threatening to blow his chest apart from pure glee. Alastor nodded, his eyes glazed over like he was high or something. Vox had never seen the effects of a love potion this close up before, and it was fascinating to watch. “That’s right,” Alastor agreed, laying his head on Vox’s chest and batting his eyelashes up at him. “I want to be anywhere you are, darling.” ~*~ Or: Alastor accidentally drinks a love potion and becomes enamoured with Vox, who is taking full advantage of the situation.