Hunny

he’s always the center in these discussions. patron saint of yaoi culture

#Please little bird

i made myself a thing and thought i’d share

Tbh I dunno where this is going but I promise it ends with a kiss ❤️‍🔥

Stevie 🌷

Greek mythology AU anyone? Alright, I need to get this out of my system, so... I know I don't share much of my personality on this blog and that's on me and my anxiety (I swear y'all are so cool and talented and I love your stuff, I'm just too chickenshit), but there's a little bit of info about me - I love mythology of any kind. I even took a Greek mythology course at uni, as any self-respecting finance graduate does... That being said, I've been playing with this myth-inspired idea for a while.

Have you heard about the story of Ganymede? A Trojan prince whose looks captured the eye of Zeus, who then decided to swoop in, snatch the youth and take him to Mt. Olympus to become his new cup-bearer? You might see it framed as a love story. I'm more inclined to see it as a tragedy - a young person being objectified and preyed upon by someone much older and then subsequently losing their mortal life for it. I would say the myth in itself is actually pretty dark. Ganymede doesn't ask to be taken to Mt. Olympus or to be made immortal. In most versions of the myth that I've read, he's not given any choice at all.

Anyway, I couldn't help but see sort of a parallel with Billy's story, as he's also heavily objectified and his looks seem to play a pivotal role in his arc, from all of the adult attention he gets to Neil's obvious disapproval. It could also be argued that it's this objectification that at least partially leads to his end (because no one can tell me that goddamn Karen was interested in his personality). All in all, another tragedy. You see where I'm going with this?

Anyway, rant over. Sorry for the long post. The painting itself was inspired by Pierre Julien's Dying Gladiator (1778). A closeup of the face is under the cut.

🎵I feel irrational

So confrontational

To tell the truth I am

Getting away with murder

It is impossible

To never tell the truth

But the reality is

I'm getting away with murder

(Getting away, getting away, getting away)🎵

Steve wakes up in stages, he leans in to the solid warmth behind him, the heavy arm around his hip tightens around him. His pulse starts racing as his brain catches up to him that the body behind him is very naked and of the male persuasion.

He he starts panicking as he's momentarily disoriented and confused about how he ended up in this situation. He gets pulled back against a hard chest, a nose nuzzles into the nape of his neck as an exhaled 'baby' reaches his ears. A cold dread creeps up his spine he does his best to swallow down the bile he feels churning in his stomach.

Bloody kisses flash past his minds eye. His skin crawls as he remembers the tacky feeling of Nancy blood drying against his skin. He slowly and carefully leaves the bed. He forces himself to walk on unsteady legs to his bathroom. He can feel Billy's bloody hands ghosting along his body. Images of Billy kneeling between his legs flash in his mind.

He can still feel him caressing the side of his face with such reverence. He let's him tilt his chin up, a soft gasp leaves his lips as Billy gently presses their lips together.

Steve grips the edges of the sink tightly as he stares at himself in the mirror. He hardly recognise himself. His face is still the same, his hair has it's normal shine. Billy had carefully washed and conditioned his hair the night before. Had lovingly cleaned all the dried and flaking blood from his body.

He quickly moves to the toilet and drops to his knees as he starts dry heaving. His ears as suddenly filled with the squelching of an axe hitting flesh. The memory of a frantic Johnathan finding them in that comprising position. His desperate please about finding help because someone had killed nancy.

Steve looks up at Johnathan with pleading eyes as Billy turns his head and glares at him. He sees the moment that Johnathan sees the discarded axe next to them and the blood smeared between them. Steve watch Billy and Jonathan diving for the axe at the same time. Neither gets it as they start grappling with each other. Johnathan is yelling at them about how they killed Nancy. Billy laughs hysterical with manic glee as he taunts him.

Steve's frozen in place, chest heaving as he watches them grappling, punching, kicking, biting anything to get the upper hand. What feels like an eternity, Jonathan has Billy pinned to the floor with a rock in hand. Billy's chest is heaving heavily, his face is bloody as he turns his head to Steve and smiles " hey pretty boy".

He doesn't realise he's moving until he hears Jonathan groaning, the sickening squelch and thud of the axe getting embedded in the back of his head and the warm unexpected gush of blood that hits him. Steve's eyes widen in horror, he let's go of the axe as he steps back. Jonathan's body slumps against Billy's.

The next flashes are off Billy cooing praises in his ears. Connecting the police, destroying evidence and fudge others. The trip to the hospital where Billy gets his wounds looked at. The police preliminary interviews, every step of the way Billy is there. Praising him, enveloping him with petnames and words of love.

A heavy warm hand lands gently between his shoulder blades as gentle fingers card through his hair. He's quickly pulled out of the memories of the last 72 hours and leans in to the gentle warmth and love. He close his eyes and sighs, letting himself be luld into a false sense of safety.

His pulse starts racing as he realises that he's trapped in a prison of his own making.

Companion piece to my micro fic. Billy's pov. Again, thank you, HunnyStufff, for making my brain fire on all synapses. Seriously, check out her art!

Billy grunted as he tried pulling his axe free from Nancy's smashed skull. He placed his left foot on her neck, digging his heal down into a deep laceration for extra leverage. His mind was finally blissfully still.

He didn't remember what finally pushed him over the edge, but the outcome of snap was glorious. For the first time he felt like he was truly in control and free. As his axe finally comes free, splattering his face in blood and brain matter, movement catches his eyes. There in the periphery of his sight stands Steve Harrington, the object that haunts his every thought and dream.

He angles his head down to look at the body at his feet, a smirk gracing his lips as he squeezes his forming chub. He can't believe his luck. He must be dreaming, to have had his pretty boy watching him butcher the bitch that broke him.

His body screams at him as he gives chase. His muscles feel heavy and start cramping, but his desire to catch *his* pretty boy keeps pushing him forward, past the stabbing pain in his legs, the coppery taste of blood filling his mouth as he pulls in air.

Again his luck holds true as he watches Steve trip and fall. He uses those precious moments to catch his breath and center himself. He can't help himself as he ogles Steve scrambling to get up. He reaches down, gripping himself as he watches Steve realizes who was chasing him down.

He smirks as their eyes lock, his grip on the axe behind his back tightens. He briefly mourns at the thought of having to killing Steve. His breath hitches and his eyes widen as he watches Steve baring his neck in submission and spreading his legs open. His eyes are glued to Steve's mouth as he whines his name and bites his lips.

His lips part in a groan as he hears Steve's involuntarily whine. He rubs the heel of his palm against his quickly hardening dick. He can feel his shorts growing damp under his ministrations.

Micro rambling inspired by a pice of Harringrove art by the lovely HunnySheep. It has Billy covered in blood, Axe behind his back groping himself while looking down at a freighted Steve cowering on the ground. Go check out her art!

Steve trips and falls as he runs away from the axe wielding killer that he saw hacking up Nancy's struggling body. He scrambles trying to get back up but in the fall he twisted his ankle. He turns around feeling the ground for anything he could use as a weapon to defend himself with. His heart stops beating for a second before kicking into overdrive as a shadow falls over him. Panicked he looks up, his breath hitches as his eyes lock with Billy's blown out dark orbs. He licks his lips and swallow trying to find his voice, a whine involuntarily leaves his throat. His eyes get drawn to Billy squeezing and palming his dick. He makes a split second decision, he bares his neck, and let's his knees fall open, as an invitation. He bites his lower lip and let's out a whine ' Billy ...'. His fingers dig into the ground, to hide their trembling. He trys to lean into the trembling of his body, hoping, praying Billy will interprete it as a sign of lust and not the fear paralysing him.

Istg I'm just in love with this little story piece 🥹❤️

No, not finished. This is a pre-press test.

Letters by Lois Buhalis are perfection. Colors better than I dreamed they could be. Was really worried about the reds and blues. Incredibly rich and deep.

About a month left, then test, and corrections, and final printing.

The end is near.

Max: I told you it wasn’t funny, Dustin

Interview With The Vampire AU piece for @harringroveweek

My favourite moment with my other favourite boys and a Billy kills Neil ficlet below the cut (TW: Mention of abuse, violence)

Cut to Steve lying on the floor excitedly while waiting for Billy to give him some mouth to mouth action

Steve, 2 seconds later:

i will... draw for fun... the things that..... bring me joy ...

"But 22 episodes is too much to binge in one session!"

Perhaps we should not consume our entertainment like an eating disorder.

Have something to look forward to every thurday for half a year. A week to build up excitement and theories between episodes (or to yk, be too busy to watch). Time to create art about it.

time to let things find their audience, time for fandoms to build up (time for fandoms to maintain their momentum)

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

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