#SHE HAS ARRIVED

[eddiethebrave]

secret admirer part thirteen

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Steve and Eddie have a divider set up between them, like every other pair in the room. 

The rules say under no circumstances are they allowed to see their partners portraits until the exhibit. Steve doesn’t get why or why the rule goes for the portraits they're doing of themselves, but he's not the one in charge so he doesn't question it. 

The same cannot be said of Eddie.

“Come on. “ He groans. “Just a peek, no one will know.”

Steve rolls his eyes and flexes his fingers where there's sprawled over his paper so a certain someone doesn't see. “We're literally in the middle of the room, Munson - everyone will know.”

Eddie's slumps, leaning away from where he was invading Steve's space and Steve thinks that’s for the better. He doesn’t know how long he could’ve kept up the unbothered act; like he couldn’t smell Eddie’s cheap shampoo and cologne, like his heart wasn’t pounding and he wasn’t resisting leaning closer. 

Steve can't help but smile at the look on Eddie’s face. Like Steve has personally offended him by following the rules. 

“Lame,” Eddie mutters under his breath. He ducks behind the divider to presumably continue working on his self-portrait.

If it's anything along the lines of his other work, then Steve doesn't actually want to see. The teen has consistently made some of the most disturbing stuff Steve’s ever seen. It can't be helping the Satanist allegations but to each his own. 

Steve is, unfortunately, morbidly curious as to how Eddie would draw humans, though, specifically him. He only has to wait a few weeks to see that, though, so he can be patient, unlike Eddie. 

Steve can’t even lie to himself and act like he doesn’t find it endearing. 

Carol hadn't been all that happy with her partner. The sophomore she was paired with somehow managed to be judgmental and awkward at the same time. 

Steve's never spoken to her himself, but everyone in class is familiar with her mile-a-minute way of speaking. Carol's only referred to her as motor mouth for as long as Steve can recall. 

She wasn't amused that she had to move seats to be closer to the girl, either. The teacher is having them complete the outline and worksheet today, seeing as Carol didn't get the chance yesterday. 

Steve looks behind him to check in only to see Carol staring at the girl dead pan while she presumably explains the project. 

Steve never got a good look at her seeing as she sat behind him, but he notices now that she’s pretty. She isn’t wearing traditionally feminine clothes- Well, she is, but it's mixed in with some interesting choices. Like the tie. Definitely interesting. She has freckles that rival Tommy's - except not really because Steve doesn't think that anybody's could.

Steve makes eye contact with Carol and the girl widens her eyes at him like are you seeing this and Steve only shakes his head in amusement and returns to his assignment. 

He’s never had to draw himself before. At the beginning of the hour, he wasn’t sure where to start, but decided there was no better place than his pride and joy; his hair. It’s not looking too bad if he does say so himself. His plan is to leave the eyes for last because that’s always where he somehow goes wrong. 

Steve pauses in his assessment of his project when he senses eyes on him. He looks to his left and, sure enough, Eddie is leaning onto the back two legs of his seat in an attempt to see pass the divider. 

Steve huffs and grabs the back of the chair and rocks it slightly. Eddie yelps and grabs onto his arm for stability. Steve’s breath hitches. 

“What’re you up to there?”

Eddie peers at him before a smirk grows on his face. “Oh, you know, just testing your reflexes.” 

Steve hums and pulls so the front legs are brought back to the floor. “Right, right, and what’s the verdict?”

The boy grins and pats Steve’s arm before pulling his hand away. “They’re just fine, sweetheart.”

Steve doesn’t get much work done the rest of the period.

fourteen

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[talesfromthecrypts]

Listen to me, Margaret. There are two churches. One follows God. And the other follows something else.

The First Omen (2024) dir. Arkasha Stevenson

[theplottdump]

Hinoki: Dahliaaaa!

Poppy: Poppy.

Hinoki: 𝗣𝗼𝗽𝗽𝘆!

Hinoki: I have a million questions baby! Poppy: Yeah - uh, well that's something we might have in common.

Hinoki: What are you doing all the way out here? And why are you wearing 𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪?

You don't need money do you?

Poppy: No Mom- I'm ugh, I'm working. Hinoki: I thought you were a flight attendant? Poppy: Now she remembers something.

Hinoki: Appleeeee! There you are! You remember my daughter right? Poppy this is my personal assistant Appleeee. Poppy: Hi Billie. Billie: Hey Poppy.

Poppy: Where's Dad? And why did you drag poor Billie out here? Hinoki: Appleeee. Whenever your father and I go on our spirit journeys we like to go by something more ~𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭~ which is why you can call me 𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯! Poppy: Mom you're literally named after a tree.

Hinoki: And your father is recovering from his ball lift surgery. He has to lie very, very, still for the next week and a half. Poppy: Okay, Ew. Hinoki: So I asked Apple to come instead! She's in charge of keeping me from tweeting "politically charged takes" on the internet.

Hinoki: But they're not even that bad! Apple: You said the tents under the bridges in Del Sol Valley added "𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘮."

It doesn't even matter anyway. I haven't been able to get a single bar the entire time we've been out here.

Poppy: Mom- how long have you been out here? Hinoki: A couple days, why baby what's wrong? Poppy: You can't be here, it's dangerous. Hinoki: 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. Poppy: What? Really?

Hinoki: I didn't realize there'd be so many young hot people at this retreat! Usually it's just a bunch of us empty-nesters with leathery taints and no real summer plans. Poppy: You know you don't have to say every thought that pops into your head right? Some can stay inside.

[9w1ft]

there’s something very something about how you’d think she would be dressing in that signature 1989 style but instead she’s out there gaying it up at unprecedented levels

[moodyvoid]

•💜• Lady Nagant •💜•

[themommyolympics]

WE HAVE A WINNER

After weeks of voting and tournaments, we have finally found the most superior Mommy! Congratulations GLaDO— Wait a minute, what's that on my banner?

*gasp* A FINAL CHALLENGER HAS APPEARED. THE TOURNAMENT ISN'T OVER YET.

[gothimgem]

it was snowing so i thought i’d do a quick sirene cosplay for y’all ❄️🌸🗡️🩸🍃

[pydrasplatling]

Strawberry sploon oc >u>

[frenchiefitzhere]

(I apologize in advance for the torrent of jingle-bells-holly-jolly-candy-cane energy that's about to pour out of me once today ends it's my coping mechanism for seasonal depression /g I can't be sad if I'm rockin' around the christmas tree)

[saltwaterandstars]

She has arrived

[majormeilani]

family reunion :)

[zhuzhupetshamsterblog]

uhh the video will probably post but I'm too excited so I wanna show her off

ABRAAA

[zimmerdouche]

ITS IT SITS HERE ITS HERE ITS HERE ITS HEREE!!!!!

[bearhoundbutch]

knotted dildo gender euphoria

[demaparbat-hp]

Golden Boy (and Silver Girl) for the Kintsugi AU.

[kaidatheghostdragon]

Good reveal au, where after learning phantom's identity and realizing the atrocities that the GIW have committed (or alternatively, ethical science au, where they find out the GIW plagarized them), the fenton parents decided to create the 'ultimate ghost-ending weapon' and sell it to the agents.

They go absolutely overboard, describing to the agents in meticulous detail how it evaporates any ghost it hits near-instantly and describing it quite ruthlessly in the blueprints, and soon the GIW have raplaced all their main weapons with the new gun.

Except it doesn't actually kill ghosts. It's the Fenton Bazooka. You know, the one that creates a portable portal to suck the ghost back into the ghost zone? What they actually did was retool it slightly to make it look more grusome than it actually is. They even added a beacon in Phantom's Keep, which all Fenton Bazookas will target when they open a portal, so the ghosts are always delivered to the keep.

From there, Phantom stationed an emergency medical team at the keep to treat the many injured and ragged ghosts that the GIW 'destroyed,' and to explain what just happened.

What they didn't anticipate was that now that the GIW have a mass-produced weapon that they believed would effectively eradicate ghosts, they would go on the offensive. They have a number of cities they've been monitoring but didn't want to get involved in without better tools.

One of those cities is Gotham.

And the Bats are ectocontaminated enough to register as ghosts.

Batman witnessed several of his children get evaporated by green energy weapons within mere moments of each other. He's absolutely gutted. Devastated. They didn’t even stand a chance.

He'll get his revenge, and it's frighteningly easy to track the weapon to private subcontractors. The Doctors Fenton, in Illinois. Their research calls for the genocide of all ghost kind, and apparently, that war started by killing his own children.

His children will not die in vain.

He gets to Amity Park and finds the Engineer's Nightmare of a building that is Fentonworks, but that night, before he can hack through the security and break in, one of the windows opens.

It's one of his kids that he had watched evaporate before his very eyes. They give him a silent signal of one of their identifying security codes and gesture for him to come inside.

Is it a trap? A prank in poor taste? Utterly genuine?

He goes through the window.

All of his dead kids are there, wearing borrowed pajamas and only their dominoes to conceal their identities. Daniel Fenton (son of the Fentons, this is his bedroom, has voiced a few arguments against his parent's views, but still an unknown) is among the crowd of teens and young adults, twirling on an office chair and obnoxiously sipping a capri sun.

"First thing you need to know, Bats," Daniel says after finishing his drink, "is that my parents are absolutely NOT genocidal ectophobic scumbags, and that is the reason why your kids are still alive."