#💫 | all at once

[ask-acvoid-multiplex]

Studying you all under my microscope

microscopes are hard to draw :[

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

🩷💜💙

[zaacoy]

oh, to hold your whole world in your arms

[elitadream]

For this Thanksgiving, I wanted to say how grateful I am for this community and all the lovely friends I have in it. Ever since I've reappeared on Tumblr a little over a year ago, everyone has been nothing but kind and supportive to me, and I can't thank you guys enough for the interest and enthusiasm you show towards my art and ideas. 🥹💐

Sometimes I regret that I can't be as active as I'd want to be, or that I can't comment on all of my friends' awesome work. There are posts that I will inevitably miss, and people that I won't have the chance to properly interact with... But just so you guys know, I'm always awed by the wonderful, inspiring, fantastic and beautiful stuff you put out there, and all these mentions, discussions and exchanges are the reason I make fanart. 🙏🎨

Thank you for being there and for being such lovely peeps. I love you all. ☺️💞✨️

[starfilled-galaxy]

maybe i should slow down with reading bc my reading speed with this manga is making me have such harsh whiplash

[swiftmitsu]

hello!! You seem really cool and nice, I have been reading the asks from the anons and your replies and I’m sitting here laughing my ass off. Definitely makes my day. Welp- hope you have a good day/night! Keep doin was ya doin man!!!

you honestly dont know how much that means to me oh my god.

i literally squealed reading this GOSHJSKSKD

i didnt think anyone actually paid much attention about this whole charade (apart from the anons involved ofc)

UEUEUUEUE THANK YOU for letting me know. im super happy you’re getting at least some laughs from this 🥺💛✨🥺💥🥺✨🥺✨💛💫💫💫💛✨🥺💛🥺✨

[the-star-and-the-smols]

All of a sudden wanting to write Sean's first time seeing my s/i sizeshift like. I know I would be like I'm so big and ugly I look horrible I'm a freak I hope you don't think any less of me :( and he would be like WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT GORGEOUS I LOVE YOU YOU'RE MAGNIFICENT HOLY SHIT CAN I GET A HUG????!!✨✨✨

(Actually part of me is thinking it's really the first Extremely Obvious sign there's something very strange about my s/i and another part wants it to be the fact that when I'm around him I just fucking... glow because I'm experiencing the love. He's thinking I might be avoiding him at some points and he wonders what's wrong, maybe he said something too crude and pushed my buttons too far? He sees me crying and follows me because he has to apologize and explain himself, stumbling over his words as he peers around the corner and suddenly I'm glowing and also slightly shorter?? But he's not sure??)

[vampthropologist]

お楽しみはこれから ("The fun has only just begun.")

Song 62 of my top 100 for the year. This is the song that introduced me to FAKE TYPE and THHK the year before! Requested by @galaxyempire-lilith (I now know what a drum major is.)

Click for full quality!!!

[napping-sapphic]

I’m sure you get this allllll the time- but you are literally so adorable!!! My heart every time I read one of your posts just- 😩🥺<3

AGSHFJGKH???? Thank youuu😭😭❤️❤️ I’m happy you like my posts😭😭❤️❤️ I hope your day is good, I want you to have a good day today you deserve a good day <3!! :)!!!

[ask-acvoid-multiplex]

So sad that faker has died will you give him a furneral?/silly

Hey— -🕳️

No, of course not. He deserves one the least. -🌌

I'm… I'm right here— -🕳️

The absolute lack of decency! I believe in proper burial no matter how rotten the person is. -🌹

Well, it doesn't HAVE to be a funeral, I suppose. We can just put him down without any of the fancy stuff. -🎀

Sigh. Fine, an unceremonious burial will do. -🌹

Guys please— -🕳️

[fakecats]

happy (late) holidays from die and juno

[currentlyprocrastinating]

i know i'm a bit late on this but i was busy and also exhausted so—

merry christmas and happy belated birthday, @mammonprotectionsquad !! here's a little drawing of your man 🤩🤩

[hungharrington]

i need your help i’ve been having too many thoughts about sneaky fucking with steve and I don’t know what to do with them… I trust you with the job soldier

bestie ur so in luck cos i literally just wrote sneaky fucking the other week over here - but it’s a bitta mean!steve so if it doesn’t scratch the itch…. u just come on back n lemme know, yeah? 🫡 soldier

[zhxngii]

Honestly the way I find more joy in writing characters with dragon/etc. features is... wow.

[depressedtheatrekiddo]

SCREAMING THE NAME OF THE FOREIGNER'S GOD!!

I am back with Hozier gender so while I was vibing with myself I just got this idea <3

I don't know what to say anymore, so anyways I hope you like it ✨💫⭐

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Steve Harrington wasn't a person of faith, nobody listened to their prays and screams, nobody helped her when he needed it.

So she only believed in themselves, only trusted his own strength to get out of her problems and used their bitchy attitude to hide and protect himself.

But now that their body was all bloody, forgotten and laying down on the floor of that damned dimension or whatever word the kiddos said. Now that they couldn't get up, her mind buzzy and cloudy, he tried to keep himself up and regulate her own breathing.

He already knowed she was going to die before going back there, they made her mind up, he understood what was going to happen and they already was in peace with it.

But now she was scared as fuck. He heard somewhere lost on their memory “Hey Steve, did you OD over there?” and the only thing she could feel about his body was the tears that rolled down their bruised face, mixing with blood.

And then she also remembered Dustin, Max, Erica and the rest of their kids.

Who would protect them?

Anybody could take care of them, but who would protect them? That was Steve's job. He had to do it. And now they left them alone.

The crying made his breathing irregular, they felt like choking, she couldn't. Not now.

Could someone talk with death? Could someone as stupid with that much bullshit on their veins convince death to let them live?

So they remembered.

And maybe it was pathetic. Very desperate from his part.

But it was all she had. So he hold into it.

“Pick a god and pray to it, it's all you can do now” they heard Erica when she was the DM of a campaign the kids did on summer.

So he did. They searched on his memory and found someone with blurry name, she didn't remember, and it didn't matter. The thing was she could see it.

Please, please— Let me get out or make it stop—

Because at least, if she had to die he wanted to make it end, but they couldn't kill themselves. He swear that to Robin five hundred nights ago.

“You can rest in peace soldier, I got ya from now on” And that voice sounded like music, not Steve usual taste, not pop or jazz, it was a little rougher, like a whisper but very loud.

Fuck it, he didn't know what it was but it make their bones tingle.

And they closed their eyes.

There was dark and then light. Her wounds covered in a rare thing, like slime or some weird shit. Keeping out the slime thingy, he was comfortable, like in a cloud, covered in silk and laying on a fluffly mattress. Dark sheets covering their body.

They couldn't see shit thought, her eyes didn't react at first, and he got scared. If they got blind who was he supposed to help?

The bats didn't got their eyes. He think so.

She tried to touch his eyes. He stopped scared to find a hole. Their hand stopped on their cheeks, touched little cuts.

“Your eyes are okay, you just been awake for a long time, I thought you would sleep a little bit more now that your body needed it.” That was the same voice he heard before.

“Am I dead?” Steve voice was a little shaky as she talked.

“You're not, just almost” The voice answered and Steve felt the weight of someone that just sat next to them on the bed.

“Can I ask for your name?”

“It's been a while since someone like you prayed for me” The voice told instead of answering.

“I do not believe in nothing” Steve muttered.

“I know” The owner of the voice had a smile on it face, if it had a face.

“Then why—?”

“Because you're just so—” The voice stopped, Steve sweared they could feel a smile “I’m Eddie”

“That's not your name” Steve whispered.

He heard the voice, Eddie, laughing.

“No, it's not” It stopped talking. “But it's my name for you, you must know I cannot reveal my real name”

“I know” She smiled softly. “What are your pronouns Eddie?”

“Oh, it and he are cool for me. What about you soldier? I don't think I got your name either”

“I go by Steve and Stevie depending on the day, they/she/he pronouns”

“Noted down”

“You probably knew it before I told you”

“You're right”

“How does it feel to die?”

“I don't know”

“You do, you were dead”

“I'm a god Stevie, I cannot die”

“Being a god makes you dead”

“Why?”

“Because you can be forgotten, that's worse than being death”

There was silence. Neither of them talked.

“You weren't forgotten”

“I know”

“They are probably planning to search for you”

“I know”

“You matter, and they wouldn't forget you, even if you died”

Silence again.

“Can I open my eyes?”

“You can try it”

“I'm scared to open them”

“Why?”

“Because I might not see”

“I can't clear your vision if you don't” Eddie muttered. “But I'll be here”

“Can I know what you're the god of?” Steve muttered.

“I guess, I can tell you just one of my many specialities” It said.

“Tell me then”

“I'm a minor god it probably isn't—”

“You told me I matter, so tell me”

“Theater”

“Sounds good”

They remembered the few times he went to a theater when she was little, to see his aunt singing. He liked aunt Lyria, she was kind and had a good voice.

Steve wanted to go see an opera again when they could get out of there.

“It is, beautiful, precious” Steve felt his smile and decided they wanted to try to see it with her own eyes.

So he tried. Their vision was still a little cloudy, maybe she just needed their glasses.

“Hi”

“Hey” Eddie smiled, and this time Steve saw it.

Maybe Steve Harrington didn't have faith in no one but themselves, but she was grateful, and keeping alive a god with their prays wasn't that bad.

Maybe he didn't believe in godness, but he did believe in goodness.

And it save them.

Maybe he believed in Eddie, not as a god, but as in Eddie.

In a “this is my name for you” way.

Maybe their eyes weren't seeing before and they are now.

. ° — ° — 🕯️ — ° — ° .

Hihi!! ⭐

Hope you like it <3 Just one thing before you go, you know the line "pick a god and pray" is something I had noted down on my notebook for storytelling, but I remember getting it from Pinterest or something, so if you know from who is it or something so I can give credits(?)

That's it!! Thanks for reading!! 💗

[lighthouseas]

no bc i actually love your new url

esp since you dedicated it to willelmike one of THE platonic ships of all time i #explodes

YESSSS finnie u get it