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ilovejavierpena Ā· 10 months ago
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sp0o0kylights Ā· 11 months ago
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Steve Harrington was wearing a Hellfire t-shirt.
It was far too tight on him, the name of the club stretched wide over his chest. The sleeves dug into his biceps, making them pop even more than they usually did, and that was before he crossed his arms.Ā 
Worse?
It was short.
Which meant the damn shirt was constantly riding up to give everyone a nice show of the smattering of hair that trailed down past the band of Harrington's jeans.Ā 
The same hair that Eddie was determinedly not looking at.Ā 
ā€œHenderson, a moment?ā€ He crooked a finger, a smile on his face that was more feral than welcoming.Ā 
Rather than cower or even acknowledge that Eddie was two seconds away from murder, Dustin just gave him a gummy grin, all too pleased with himself and his scheme.Ā 
ā€œSure Eddie. Steve, don't just stand there, go help set the booth up!ā€ Dustin gestured to Hellfireā€™s sad little table, crammed all the way in the back of the gym.Ā 
Jeff and Gareth both reacted to the suggestion like a rabid squirrel had been set upon them, nervously inching towards the other side of the booth as Harrington sighed and--shockingly--did as he was told.
ā€˜What,ā€™ Eddie thought angrily, ā€˜in the everloving fuck.ā€™
ā€œDo you guys mind if I set this down on the table?ā€ Eddie heard Harrington ask as he stormed away, Dustin on his heel.Ā 
They wandered just around the corner, out of sight and hopefully, out of the fallen kingā€™s hearing range.
Eddie wasn't sure if Harrington would try and white knight the very much deserved dressing down he was about to give.Ā 
Didnā€™t want to chance it, considering the downright weird relationship he had with Hellfire's freshmen.
(While heā€™d heard many a tale at his table regarding King Steve since the newest recruits had joined Hellfire, most of them dissolved into arguments without ever really going anywhere.
Ā Best anyone could figure out was that Dustin and Lucas had a bad case of hero worship, while Mike owned a begrudging amount of respect that hailed from a series of misadventures.Ā 
The very same misadventures that, despite all protests to the contrary, was clearly some sort of babysitting gig for Harrington.)Ā 
Either way, plenty of the Kingā€™s court would have loved to take this opportunity to fuck with Hellfire.
Given that Henderson was absolutely too old to require a babysitter at fourteen, Eddie would bet his lunch money that was what Steve was here to do.
Something the club couldnā€™t afford since they were forever and always two seconds away from being stripped of club status and banned from school grounds.Ā 
ā€œI would love to know what went through that all Aā€™s brain of yours when I said,ā€ Eddie whirled on Dustin when they were firmly in the clear, voice low and furious.Ā  ā€œno Henderson, do not invite King Steve to help, he is an invading force and would ruin our peaceful kingdom!?ā€
He clasped his hands behind his back before leaning into Dustinā€™s face. ā€œBecause clearly whatever you heard wasnā€™t that.ā€Ā 
To Eddieā€™s continued frustration and confusion, Dustin did not treat this like the threat it was.Ā 
None of the freshmen had ever truly treated Eddie like a threat--had somehow skipped that part of the usual onboarding ritual entirely.
Eddie, town freak and drug dealer, who had cultivated his looks and craziness to such a degree that most everyone steered clear, wasnā€™t used to it.Ā 
Everyone had been afraid of him at some point in this shitty school. Jeff, Gareth, hell even half the staff--and that the dorky trio of fourteen year old's clearly thought this all was play-acting made his eye twitch.
Even if it was--maybe, sometimes--welcome.Ā 
ā€œI know what you said, but Iā€™m telling you Iā€™m right.ā€ Dustin argued immediately, and oh God, he was using that tone again.Ā 
A hand went up into the space between them and Eddie groaned aloud, knowing what was coming.
ā€œFirst,ā€ Dustin ticked a finger up, ā€œHellfire really needs the money. Even thirty dollars would get us new figures, but more than that, if we donā€™t fundraise, we canā€™t go to Gen Con!ā€Ā 
Dustin's eyes bored into Eddieā€™s, full of fire and conviction
ā€œYes,ā€ Eddie said through gritted teeth, ā€œbut--ā€
ā€œSecond!ā€ Dustin cut him off, and God the little shit even threw him a look while he did it, like Eddie was the one being ridiculous here!
ā€œWe had to fight just to get our table! Principal Higgins was in algebra today practically begging the mathletes to show up, but then tried to tell us we couldn't be here? Thatā€™s messed up!ā€Ā 
As if denying them a spot to fundraise was the worst thing that asshole had ever done.
Eddie sighed, breath blasting out of his mouth like a dragonā€™s.Ā 
ā€œBecause people think weā€™re freaks and satanists, Henderson. You donā€™t typically invite freaks and satanists to the schoolā€™s annual Holiday Bazaar. Especially not when all the local moms are paying to hawk their bullshit crafts and tupperware!ā€Ā 
It was more than that of course. The Hawkins High Holiday Bazaar was a tradition spanning several years now. Starting in the gym and spilling clear into the parking lot, everyone from local artists to even some local shops came to host a small table for the day, thus growing the event from a small school fundraiser to a Hawkins' ā€œmust-do.ā€Ā 
Half the fucking town was here to sell, and the other half was here to shop, which meant Principle Higgins had wanted Hellfire banned from the fucking premise.Ā 
Eddie had been forced to pull out one of his trump cards heā€™d been saving--blackmail on Higgins that related to the manā€™s not--so--legal addiction to Percocet that he relied on Reefer Rick for.Ā 
(And bless Rick, that hadnā€™t been the only tidbit heā€™d shared with Eddie about Higgins. That information, however, Eddie needed just so the asshat wouldnā€™t give him the boot from school entirely.)Ā 
The only reason Eddie had pulled it out to secure their rightful spot, was because of Gen Con.Ā 
It was Hellfire's White Whale, their grand adventure, and this was going to be his year to take his friends on one last epic quest to make memories of a lifetime surrounded by people who understood them.
Come hell or high water, Eddie was going to Gen Con--but being able to fundraise by selling wares and baked goods at the stupid Holiday Bazaar would go a long way to help.
Even if he had to listen to the band repeatedly play ear-bleeding renditions of Christmas songs.
ā€œAll the clubs get to have a table, and weā€™re a club!ā€ Dustin continued, like it was that simple. ā€œBut you know, I get it. We look scary.ā€Ā 
He gestured down to his own Hellfire shirt, before gesturing towards Eddieā€™s entire outfit.
Like Eddie didn't know what he looked like, let alone that he'd made this outfit specifically to scare people away from him.
(And maybe add some rockstar flair to this dinky little hick town.)
ā€œYou know who doesnā€™t look scary?ā€
Dustin held out his hands and swiveled his body like he was presenting a prize instead of gesturing in the vague direction of;Ā 
ā€œSteve!ā€
Eddieā€™s left eye twitched.
ā€˜You can't kill him, you need his character for the campaign.ā€™ He told himself firmly, even if he envisioned strangling Dustin like a chicken.
Cartoon squawking and all.Ā 
ā€œThe King isnā€™t going to help us fundraise, Dustin.ā€ Eddie said, in an effort to break down why Harrington couldn't be here. ā€œHe's just going to cause us problems that we canā€™t afford to have.ā€Ā 
So many problems, half of which Eddie couldn't think of because if he did, he'd start spiraling.
ā€œReally? Because as you keep saying, Steve used to be the King. People love him, Eddie! Momā€™s love him.ā€
Eddie had pulled himself back up to his proper height a while ago, and now rocked back on his heels while he ran a hand down his face.
There was no getting through to Henderson when he was like this.Ā 
Not unless Eddie really lost it, and it was practically club lore that he only lost it when someone missed an important game.Ā 
One cannot keep a herd of sheep if their flock is terrified of them, after all.Ā 
(ā€œPerhaps youā€™re just a giant fucking softie.ā€ Tiff, one of Hellfireā€™s graduating members, told him once. ā€œHonestly dude, I bet you throw up stuffing.ā€
ā€œShut up Tiffany, your choker is on backwards again.ā€ He'd spat back, completely offended and not at all trying to distract from how true that was.)Ā 
ā€œWe canā€™t be satanic if Steveā€™s the one selling cookies!ā€ Dustin finished doggedly.Ā 
ā€œWeā€™re not even selling cookies--thatā€™s not the point!ā€ā€ Eddie shook his head, hair flying. He was not going to be sidetracked, he wasnā€™t!
Ā ā€œHarrington is going to end up siding with all the moms about how weā€™re all wasting time with D&D, if he even spends the whole time at the table. Is that what you want?ā€Ā 
He stuck out a ringed finger, poking at Dustinā€™s chest.
ā€œEvery single person who comes by our table has to be convinced D&D is a writing and math based game. Good for the mind and souls of growing, impressionable children. A game that got a bad rep because ofĀ  a few silly images.ā€Ā 
A pitch he and Tiff had come up with during the third or fourth time they had to convince an adult that no, just because their shirts had a dragon on it, didnā€™t mean they were summoning demons in the drama room.Ā 
ā€œHarrington canā€™t do that because Harrington doesnā€™t even know how to play!ā€Ā 
This Eddie punctuated by throwing his hands in the air.Ā 
Given the startled look of the mother-daughter duo passing him by, clearly was louder than heā€™d intended--but screw it!
He was right!
Hellfire was in a precarious position to both fundraise and do a little damage control among the slightly smarter members of this shithole small town, and Harrington rolling his eyes and gossiping about how stupid it was would hinder that.
ā€œOkay, first of all, Steveā€™s played D&D with me and he didnā€™t even kill his character.ā€ Dustin said it like he was unveiling a smoking gun and not lying through his ass--which Eddie would absolutely be calling him on the second he was done talking.Ā 
Because King Steve? Play D&D?
'Ha!'
ā€œAnd heā€™s not gonna say shit because we--me, and Lucas and even Mike!--asked him to help, and he helps when its serious. I know you have some weird grudge with him, but Iā€™m telling you Eddie heā€™s our golden ticket to Gen Con!ā€Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re killing me. You are standing here, acting as a friend, when you are bringing a-- a dark force into the midst our of mission--ā€ Eddie hissed, because he was losing the fucking fight and he knew it.
Dustin Henderson was not a man easily swayed.Ā 
Had never been, even when the odds were stacked against him (and Grant and Gareth were howling in his ear.)Ā 
The set of his shoulders and the glint of the little shitheadā€™s eye meant Eddie wouldnā€™t be able to use him to oust Harrington--if he even could get him out without the dick causing a massive scene anyway.Ā 
As always when outgunned, Eddie flipped to dramatics.
ā€œBetrayed! By my own chosen heir no less!ā€ He moaned, pressing the back of his hand over his eyes as Dustin scoffed.
"Donā€™t be so dramatic! Steve will help, I promise! Just donā€™t be a dick to him.ā€Ā 
Ā Conversation apparently over, Dustin turned around to head back to the table
Snidely, he added over his shoulder: ā€œPlus weā€™ve all caught on to the heir thing Eddie. You tell everyone that so they do what you want.ā€Ā 
The dick.
ā€œYouā€™re too fucking smart for your own good. Iā€™m gonna start feeding you paint chips to bring that IQ down.ā€ Eddie muttered angrily as Dustin went back to their little table.
He gave himself a moment to get his shit together and stomp a foot like a child when Dustin was around the corner and thus couldnā€™t witness it, before following his wayward sheep back.
Could only pray to any deity listening that Hendersonā€™s meddling didnā€™t blow up in Hellfireā€™s face.
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nori-no-name Ā· 3 months ago
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If Blue Diamond ever fused, I think Garnet should be at least a little petty about it
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scarnemo Ā· 3 months ago
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low stamina trio
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screwpinecaprice Ā· 14 days ago
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I was trying to eat noodles neatly and for some reason I got sad midway. So I drew them messy eating a biscuit and a strawberry to combat sad noodle blues.
#Ugh I could've made it messier though.#I tried looking at how the strawberry juice look as it's getting bitten. But looking at a closeup of a mouth eating is kinda uncomfortable#I would need to be paid to look at that again. I dropped it and just winged it. Lol#Hm. I should've at least looked up how goopy it should look. But eh. Drawings finished.#I heard wild strawberries are sour? But these ARE giant strawberries. So this might be a special special kind of strawberry.#I'm not like other strawberries. šŸ˜¤šŸ“ Lol#I can't remember what an actual strawberry taste. People made it look pretty good though.#Then again people also made dragon fruit look tasty and it turned out it just tastes like a very very desaturated pear. Lol#Hmmmm but also then again. They also make cherries look good and I LOVE cherries. šŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļø#That ain't the giant Crumbl cookie if anyone's wondering. Connie would probably never spend money on a Crumbl. That's a home made biscuit.#Bruh I can't spell biscuit#I watched someone biting on what I think is a Crumbl and they spit it out. And the pieces sounded like concrete as it hit the table šŸ˜†šŸ˜†šŸ˜†#connverse#connie maheswaran#steven quartz universe#Lion SU#su#steven universe#skedoobles#Ah. Also scribbling this because I needed a break after burning out 3 hours of a commission's allotted time just figuring out what pose#to settle on. So like I only have five hours left to work on their piece. šŸ˜¬#my shiz#Waitaminuteee in case I unintentionally relayed it wrong. I'm not going to actually just make that allotted commission time just 5 hours no#I recognize not being able to settle a pose for THAT long in a commission is skill issue on my part so I'm not going to carve out 3 hours#Plus at least now I have poses that I *could* make a YCH out of. The body measures are going to be limited however šŸ¤”
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behindthescreamz Ā· 11 months ago
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cover and excerpts from fangoria magazine issue #236: ā€œsawā€ (sept. 2004)
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kittenscookie Ā· 1 year ago
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Okay I've been thinking about Owl House a lot lately and...Guys I'm just so damn angry. Because I rewatched the first episode of the finale and realized something. That first episode is a season finaleā€”That whole episode is one season's worth of content crammed into a single episode. That's at LEAST 12 episodes in 60 minutesā€”five minutes for each damn episode. But remember the first season of toh was nineteen, the second was twenty-one. If we assume the team would have continued with around that many episodes the average is around twenty. Twenty fucking episodes is sixty minutesā€”THREE MINUTES AN EPISODE.
This then led me to thinking about my other cancelled show with LGBTQ+ representationā€”Steven Universe. It's basically the same shit, except somehow fucking worst. The diamond arc should have been it's own fucking season, curing the corrupted gems and them having to get reintroduced to gem/human society should have been a damn season too! The two year time skip makes sense when you really think about itā€”that's the least amount of time it would have taken to get all that shit done in universe! A year to get the gems readjusted, a year to dismantle the diamond empireā€”plus episodes filling in gaps/unanswered questions. No wonder Rebecca fought so damn hard for SU Future and the movie! It was a desperate attempt to give herself and the fans some kind of closure! And don't forget! Steven universe seasons were LONGā€”the median amount of episodes was twenty-four.
This shit wasn't bad writing, it was rushed writing. Desperate attempts to cram what should have been at LEAST two seasons into a few short episodes. Can you imagine this? Sitting with your coworkers and trying to figure out how to make at least forty episodes only 3ā€“6? What can be kept and what has to be left to the imagination? Think of what we fucking lost at those tablesā€”Spinel could have been teased and had a better build up, we could have gotten a Wittebane Brothers flashback, we could have explored the characters in both shows trauma. I'm not just madā€”I'm livid and not even for us. For Dana Terrace, for Rebecca Sugar. To have something you created thrown away without a care. I'd be in fucking tears.
Fuck Disney, fuck Warner Brothers.
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deebrisbyfish Ā· 3 months ago
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This IS an idea I have actually spent a LOT of time trying to turn into a bigger story. It's one of the main things ab out my transition that's NOT been covered in the strip, and that's mostly because I've been struggling to make a more "important" story out of it. When I came out, I knew I wanted a name that started with a "D". It's just a thing with me. And I also wanted to keep my signature, which has always been "D. Fish". Plus, as stated in the strip itself, most of my friends over the years have reduced my old name down to the letter "D" anyway, so it felt really comfortable and natural. That said, my thoughts on the aforementioned "old names" are a topic for another strip. Next weeks, in fact.
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mfdragon Ā· 2 years ago
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AU where everything is the same except The Diamonds join Stevenā€™s party in Unleash the Light!
(With Yellow using her powers to shrink them to appropriate TV screen size :3)
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stvnszlr Ā· 7 months ago
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I AM GOING TO FUCKING CRY . DO YOU HEAR ME . I AM ABOUT TO LITERALLY START BAWLING .
theyā€™re so happy to be playing together look at the huge smiles on their faces :((( THIS IS WHAT WE COULDā€™VE HAD </3
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used-to-love-her-06 Ā· 30 days ago
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ā€œomg you should really listen to guns nā€™ roses!!ā€
guns nā€™ roses:
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alexhorrorfilms Ā· 8 months ago
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Under Siege (Š—Š°Ń…Š²Š°Ń‚) (Š’ Š¾ŃŠ°Š“Šµ)
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Š½Š°Š¹ŃƒŃŠæішŠ½Ń–ŃˆŠøŠ¹ Š±Š¾Š¹Š¾Š²ŠøŠŗ Š·Ń– Š”тіŠ²ŠµŠ½Š¾Š¼ Š”іŠ³Š°Š»Š¾Š¼, Š½Š°Š¹ŠŗрŠ°Ń‰ŠøŠ¹ ŠŗŠ»Š¾Š½ "ŠœŃ–цŠ½Š¾Š³Š¾ Š³Š¾Ń€Ń–ŃˆŠŗŠ°".
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90s-2000s-barbie Ā· 23 days ago
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Michael Jackson - 2 Bad (From short film Ghosts 1996, Stephen King) šŸ‘»
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ivystoryweaver Ā· 6 months ago
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Special Delivery
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Based on this very patient nonnieā€™s requests: ā€œI was thinking about Steven Grant x male reader. Like something very and super fluff with him, cause I love him so much and I love fluff stuff with himā€ Original asks here, here , and here - tysm nonnie!
Summary: You're making a delivery to the museum's gift shop and the cutest gift shop clerk has to sign for it (It's Steven, of course)
Pairing: Steven Grant x m!reader
Word Count: 724
Content: fluff, flirting, meet cute, not beta'd
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ā€œStevie, if I have to ask you one more time to answer the back door bell, I swear Iā€™ll take the shipping fare out of your paycheck.ā€
Stevenā€™s entire body tenses as his supervisorā€™s grating voice echoes across the museum gift shop.
ā€œRight. On it, boss,ā€ he amicably musters with a cheesy mock salute, grumbling a curse under his breath as he shuffles off the sales floor, through the swinging door marked ā€œEmployees Onlyā€. Rummaging around for his keys, he groans as the bell rings again, signaling whatā€™s likely to be an impatient and possibly rude delivery person.
ā€œJust a moment,ā€ he sighs, checking each and every pocket for his keys, hopelessly tossing his dark curls out of his eyes as he finally produces his keyring. ā€œCouldā€™ve sworn I left those in my jacket,ā€ he murmurs, attempting to remember the past twenty-four hours, vaguely realizing he could not, in fact, remember much at all.
Then the bell trills again - insistently. One, two, three times in a row.
ā€œAll right, hold your bloody horsesā€¦ā€ Steven trails off, yanking the door open, eyes going wide at the sight of you.
Dressed smartly in your delivery uniform, you chomp on your gum, reaching up to cheekily tip your cap to the flustered gift shop clerk.
ā€œDoorbell broken?ā€ You casually ask, popping your gum. ā€œMustā€™ve rung half a dozen times.ā€
ā€œSo sorry,ā€ Steven rushes to apologize. ā€œBit of trouble finding my keys. Come right in.ā€
You chuckle warmly, rather than condescendingly, as the shorter (and very cute) man reaches for a box to help you unload.
ā€œYou know, they pay me to do that, mate.ā€ The corner of your mouth curls as his bright brown eyes go wide.
ā€œOh god, sorry. Wouldnā€™t want to break anything.ā€ Steven almost jumps back, pulling his hands closely to his chest - a gesture so adorable your heart trips over itself. ā€œJust wanted to help, is all,ā€ he adds.
ā€œAppreciate it,ā€ you sincerely reply, butā€¦noticing the rosy hue creeping across his cheeks, you chance a wink, nodding down at his name tag. ā€œSteven.ā€
ā€œWith a V,ā€ he chuckles, a bit flustered. ā€œSteven with a V. Thatā€™s me.ā€
ā€œI see that,ā€ you smirk, pointing, once again to his name tag. ā€œCanā€™t really make deliveries if I canā€™t read now, can I?ā€
The thing is - everyone calls Steven the wrong name. Everyone. Stevie, Scotty, ā€˜hey you!ā€™ The fact that you read his name tag and winked... Maybe you winked?
Steven probably imagined that. "Right, em, guess I'll get out of your way then." He makes a circular motion with his hand. "Sure you have a whole system going. Sorry to bother."
"No bother," you shake your head, expertly offloading a huge palate of shipment with astonishing ease.
Steven wets his lips at the way your uniform shirt fits your arms and chest. "Must be new here..." He finds himself murmuring.
"What's that?" You pause, slinging your arm over your dolly full of boxes.
"Oh, em, haven't seen you 'round. Must be new," Steven repeats, snapping out of his distracted stare. Returning the favor, he reads your name from your uniform shirt tag.
"New route," you explain, pivoting the dolly up with your foot, ready to move it again, but you pause - eyes raking over Steven's adorably hunched body. A mess of dark curls, and purple circles under eyes with secrets and stories to tell. Hands with long, lovely fingers drawn carefully to his chest. Still...he's handsome. And kind.
To most people, you're invisible. But Steven's noticed you. "Gotta say. I like the view." With another well-timed wink, you chomp your gum and carry on with your task.
Once you finish, you have the gift shoppist electronically sign your tablet. "I will see you later, Steven with a V." You smile warmly.
"Every Monday and Thursday!" He exuberantly quotes the delivery schedule to you, as if you aren't aware.
"All right. Thursday then." Pulling your work glove off your hand, you take a chance, crossing over the line of professionalism. "Nice to meet you...Steven." You extend your hand for a shake, completely right about how it would feel to touch him.
Yeah. You're glad you've left your number scribbled on the top box. Maybe he'll call you before Thursday. If not, you'll make sure to write it on his hand next time.
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Steven Grant-Centric stories
Moon Knight Masterlist
Main Masterlist
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lunanova99 Ā· 4 months ago
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I rewatched steven universe and my God that show is still a banger!! It hit me with a great wave of inspiration
I made a swap! Au where white diamond takes the role of pink diamond in the show etc. I wanted them to look different from the og diamonds although ig pink still looks a lot like her og self... oh well I can do whatever I want!
Feel free to ask questions if you've stumbled upon this post and wanna know more ;)
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skipppppy Ā· 1 year ago
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Wanted to do some personal stuff between work so I went back to my baby artist roots and redrew a Steven Universe screencapā€¦one of my first gay crushes on god
(psst. my commissions are open!)
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