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[mykindacanon]

Some of my first doodles of the Witchlight weirdos. I also drew gricko and frost but they were bad so no :)

[unseemlyndisturbed]

my fics ranked by levels of darkness (worst to best)

i hate you so spit in my mouth (sexual assault, vomit, piss, and other fluids, mind break)

i'm coming home (please just heed tags. domestic abuse, violence, repeated sexual assault, heavy angst)

roz's carve kit (EXTREME torture of all kinds)

papa's money (noncon, scat, the works)

wrapped in cellophane (noncon, angst, terror)

hook, line, sinker (roleplayed snuff, descriptions of torture and animal abuse, dub con)

put my hand on the stove (torture, and noncon, but it is enjoyed)

lightweight canadian (heavy angst, suffering, mental illness, and fic is based around an act of sexual assault)

got milk? ("noncon" but it's taken lightly)

shane hollander is a winner (cnc and some impact play)

this little world is yours tonight (dubcon)

raw dogging (nothing, just kink with good bdsm etiquette)

[nectorbruise]

Mabel pines is so so cool and funky and real and I’m her if she wasn’t cis or mentally well

[wwehluigi-time]

Fish

[drawacharge]

current au i’ve been talking about with @benalras  billy leaves after he turns eighteen and stops by harrington’s on his last night to say good-bye. except, when he sees steve he realizes he can’t say good-bye, because if he does, steve might ask him to stay and billy will listen and he has to get out, he has to get away from his father.

but, he’s still billy hargrove, the boy who makes a thousand mistakes, so he kisses him. something firm and quick and then he’s retreating into his car and driving away.

steve gives him two days before he calls his house to ask max if they can talk. he can physically feel his heart drop into his stomach when she cautiously goes, “he... left a couple nights ago, steve. i thought. i thought he told you.”

fast forward seven years.

seven years and steve is happy. he moved to california years ago, mostly because he had to get the fuck out of indiana and, in all honesty, he never could forget the happiness on billy’s face whenever he talked about the place. he ends up loving it. he finds therapy, gets a dog, falls in love. 

he goes to school and figures out what he wants to do. he wants to teach. 

so, he teaches. and when he gets a little girl in his class with blonde ringlets attached to her head and the last name hargrove, he doesn’t really think about it. he doesn’t think about billy, or their past, or the what ifs and the i hopes that kept him up at night when he was younger. he just does his job.

until, the little girl-- juliet-- stays late after school, her father scheduled to pick her up so he can meet with the teacher. and, a man walks in whose familiarity strikes steve like a slap across the face. older, a little thicker where muscle once was, hair cut shorter but still curly. it’s billy hargrove. softer, maybe, but still him.

billy who looks fucking dumbstruck at the sight of a seven year older steve harrington. the bags under his eyes aren’t nearly a prominent as they used to be. he’s got scruff billy’s pretty sure he’s never seen before, and he’s wearing fucking glasses. plus, even though he’s still skinny, he looks healthier now, like he finally managed to put on weight and keep it. 

the surprise fades and they catch up, and once the initial awkwardness ( and eventually apologies ) pass between them, it’s like nothing really changed.

except, well, steve has a boyfriend, and that’s kind of a problem, but, well.

it’s not like that’s gonna’ stop billy, so. 

[hrtnsolofytube]

Saving Warren(Pt. 1)

"YOU CANT KILL AN INNOCENT BABY!" Presley screamed, grabbing at her fathers wrist.

"I can do whatever I damn well please, little girl." He shook her hand off and began walking towards the babies again.

Innocent, young. They didnt deserve to die. Presley screamed and grabbed his wrist again. He abruptly stopped and turned, slapping her in the face. She cried out and held her cheek, sobbing.

"STOP IT! STOP!" And suddenly she couldnt think of anything but 'save the baby'. Her mind went blank and the next thing she saw was her father kneeling on the floor, holding his stomach and bleeding out. She grabbed one of the twins, Warren, and ran. She ran past Joshua, who was watching with wide eyes. She ran past their mother, who was crying in the hallway. She ran and ran and ran. She could never go home, but she couldnt take care of Warren either.

She had never felt so lost before.

{Yo Warren belongs to @flowerchoked }

[eyesxfsteel]

Boiling blood under cold skin, a tainted masterpiece. Puzzled together with second handgold only to be filled with gunpowder & marked by dried crimson. Her murmurs are an hymnto the spared souls & wandering lion hearts. She breathes fire,contentment apparent on lips chapped & bruised at the sight of a task well done.Rideau.

❝ They made you into a weapon & told you to find peace.❞

[salmonwentmissing]

A JeanxMarco drown with your style would be pretty awesome!