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#kingdom hearts#kh3#kh#xion#kairi#kh xion#kh kairi#blah blah xions clothes are too similar to kairi's- YOU JUST DONT HAVE UR THIRD EYE OPEN#HER OUTFIT IS FUCKING CUTE#AND ITS RLLY CUTE IF IT ACTUALLY DID COME FROM KAIRI#AND IF THE FAIRIES DYED HER CLOTHES BLACK AT THE REQUEST OF XION#a smidge of#rokushi#also let xion wear skirts me thinks#transfem let her be girly as much as she wants to be#she deserves to present herself any way she wants#my art
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some no context mock panels
#dc#stephanie brown#the spoiler#cassandra cain#cass cain#jason todd#stephanie brown dc#cassandra cain dc#jason toddd dc#uh#jacks.art#art#a smidge of#stephcass#they make eye contact . and blush#just some practice and fucking around 👍👍
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Ignoring the yelling of a cherub, you speak gently to the "Doctor" and ask why he had decided to hear out what little you may have to say.
You remark that you expected quite the opposite from someone of his caliber.
I suppose for courtesy's sake, I should ask why you decided to come.
(I do hope my message is obvious.)
(Do you hear him too, right now?)
#notdrawnbro#doc scratch#..?#asks#//#a smidge of#unreality#i'm not sure if it fully counts but. to be safe.
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stupid bastard man (affectionate).
#elias bouchard#the magnus archives#tma#tma fanart#jonah magnus#inside you there are two wolves#one knows that Elias would wear the most boring suits known to mankind#the other wishes to give him fancy colors and eye motifs#he suggested filing as a form of therapy how am I supposed to justify an emerald suit#he gets a smidge of green#as a treat
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Steve goes to a gay club for the first time alone. He and Robin, they'd talked about it since moving to Chicago, but every time they made plans he got cold feet.
But on a random, rainy Saturday with Robin back home in Hawkins, he decides fuck it, puts on his sluttiest jeans and polo, and goes to the damn club. He's sick of being nervous--he's going to make out with a guy for the first time tonight.
The club is crowded, loud, sweaty, the energy a pulsing wave. He's overwhelmed immediately, but it's invigorating. He pushes towards the bar, orders a beer, then cozies himself against the nearest wall.
He sips his drink and watches beautiful men dance and kiss and play, and he wants to be part of it, get out there, find his own person to get close to but--
What if none of this is for him? He feels out of place in his clothes, with his hairstyle, an old version of himself that doesn't belong in this world.
There's a swell of sound at the bar, and he glances over, expecting drunks or fighting. Instead, he sees a guy who makes his plans to leave slip straight from his mind.
He's unlike any other person there, even within his group. Long, curly hair, visible tattoos, ripped black jeans, a faded black t-shirt under a big leather jacket. He moves with purpose and grace, obviously uncaring about fitting in.
Steve can't stop watching him, transfixed. He buys another beer, settles back against his wall. He knows it's weird, but can't bring himself to care. Not when it's helping him feel more comfortable in his own skin.
The guy, he's vibrant, the brightest spot, his laughter reaching Steve even over the pounding music.
He's beautiful.
The lights flash, illuminating his face and recognition hits Steve like a fist. It's Eddie Munson, former freak of Hawkins High.
Steve's spine straightens, chest tightening. He can't believe--I mean there were rumors about Eddie in school, but he's here, right now, in Chicago, and Steve--Steve--
He abandons the remains of his beer, rushing out the door.
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Steve goes back the next night.
He doesn't mean to; didn't have any plans to do it, but the clock turns to 9 and he pulls on the same slutty jeans, this time with an old blue t-shirt a size too small.
It's not because Eddie could be there again, he reassures himself as he shows the bouncer his ID. It's not like he wants to see him or has been thinking about him nonstop. No, it's because tonight's the night he finally makes a move. He needed a test run to find his footing, but now--
Eddie's at the bar. His hair is pulled up, loose tendrils around his face. No jacket this time; the rolled up sleeves of his black t-shirt showing off his wiry muscles, the swirling ink of his tattoos. Something low and hot clenches in Steve's stomach.
There's no way he's going to be preoccupied with Munson tonight. He came here to flirt and dance and maybe get lucky, and he'll ignore Eddie. He will.
Steve orders a beer, sits at the bar this time, his eyes lingering on black ink and pale skin. No matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to tear his eyes away from the ease and assurance Eddie moves with. He's so unafraid to take up space, it's intoxicating.
He loses track of Munson when he orders a second drink, his face no longer immediately visible in the crowd. Disappointment sinks his stomach until a voice to his left says, "You better be planning to buy me a drink, pretty boy."
The voice is low, oddly melodic, and he turns to find Eddie Munson's sparkling brown eyes gazing down at him. He's surprised, hides it, says, "Sure. What are you having?"
Eddie's mouth opens, but his eyes narrow. "Wait--Steve Harrington??"
"Um." His mouth goes dry. "Munson. Hi?"
"I--uh--wouldn't think this was your scene." Eddie shifts back, puts distance between them, and Steve hates it. Hates that Munson thinks the space is necessary, hates that he used to a person that made people feel that way.
"Yeah, well. A lot has changed since high school."
"Is that right? Surely not this much."
"Wouldn't you like to know."
Eddie's eyebrow lifts, but his mouth is a tight line. "Have a cigarette with me."
Steve nods and follows him out a side door into a narrow alley. Eddie pulls out two cigarettes, hands one to Steve. There's something about the cold politeness that sends a fizzle of disappointment down his spine.
"What brings you here?" Eddie asks.
"To Chicago or to this club?"
"Don't be cute."
"Can't help it." He smirks and Eddie rolls his eyes. "I moved to Chicago three months ago with my best friend, Robin. I'm at this club trying to explore my bisexuality."
Eddie's in the middle of taking a drag, splutters on the smoke. "Holy Shit."
He shrugs, knows he's blushing. "What can I say? I've spent the last few years learning about myself."
"And one of the things was that you like dick?"
"Looks like it."
'Well, goddamn, Steve Harrington."
"Impressed?"
Eddie licks his lips, steps closer. "Maybe I am."
"I aim to please." Steve lets himself grin.
"I bet you do," Eddie's voice goes even lower, and heat dances deep in Steve's stomach. "Wanna dance?"
"Thought you'd never ask." Steve blinks up at Eddie from under his eyelashes.
They go inside and join the bodies packed on the dance floor. At first, they keep their distance, dancing and laughing with an arm's length between them, but it's not long before they're drawn together, arms twining, legs pressed together. Their eyes lock, Steve can't look away, wouldn't even if he wanted to. Eddie's hands go to his waist, pull him closer.
"You're gorgeous, Harrington," he says it with his lips pressed to Steve's ear, goosebumps spreading across his skin.
"Yeah?"
"Can I tell you a secret?"
"Of course."
Eddie's mouth presses closer. "I used to have the biggest crush on you in high school."
"Fuck, Eddie," he says. "That's so--"
"Weird?"
"Fucking hot, dude."
"Can I tell you another secret?" Eddie's voice is all rumble.
"Course,"
"I can't stop thinking about kissing you."
"You could do something about it."
Eddie smiles, eyes going darker, almost predatory. He leans in, their breath mingling, Steve's hitching.
"You sure you want me to?" Eddie asks, mouth barely brushing Steve's.
"Please," and it comes out like he's been punched.
He thinks the kiss will be hard, hot, but Eddie's hand is gentle as it cups the back of his head, slowly pulls him in. It's a soft meeting of mouths, almost tender. His head is swimming, blood thrumming low and hot and sweet. He parts his lips and then all he can feel, taste, sense is Eddie.
It cracks something inside him, and his fingers dig into the fabric of Eddie's shirt, eagerly licking into his mouth. It must crack something in Eddie too, because he's hauling Steve impossibly closer until his legs have to wrap around Eddie's waist, or they're falling.
They break apart with a breathless laugh, both red cheeked and bright eyed. They don't move apart, instead they dance and make out until the music stops and the lights come up.
Eddie twines their fingers together as they walk to the exit, Steve sweaty and elated and a little head over heels.
Out on the sidewalk, basking in the cool air, Eddie stops him. "Can I--uh, take you for a drink? Or back to my place? I don't--not to assume, but I--"
"Both. Anywhere," Steve laughs. "I don't want this night to end."
Eddie's smile is brilliant, heart stopping. "Your wish is my command."
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#ficlet#fluff#smidge of angst#gay club#flirting#former high school classmates#reconnection#love at first sight#second sight?#bisexual steve harrington#sexuality exploration#self exploration#dom/sub undertones#inexperienced steve harrington#experienced eddie munson#they move in together after like a month#they're obsessed
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I think I look good in red ♥️
#eret#streamer awards#gender#genderqueer#genderfluid#bisexual#lgbtq+#i edited the pic a smidge to give me a bit more boobage#i've not started E yet#so the makeup I put there didn't show great on camera#feeling beautiful though!
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more treasure planet au (ft. Bruce & Viva!)
#dreamworks trolls#trolls#trolls bruce#trolls viva#trolls clay#trolls branch#treasure planet au#trolls au#your guys' tags were a great help on who bruce would be so here he is taking place of sarah hawkins!!!#juggling an inn and a struggling teen... someone give this man a break#first time drawing adult bruce! hope i was able to harness even a smidge of his beauty#he's so satisfying to draw especially w/ his hair tied#his hair is so pretty#here comes our fearless captain!#yay!! captain viva! it was a no brainer who'd get to be captain amelia#while she's as friendly as one would expect of a troll she's got a fierceness to match someone 5 times her size!!#trolls fanart#my art <3#excuse the messiness
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According to one of your works, I noticed that Luke, Leia and Ezra were almost best friends when they were teenagers. And how is Ezra doing with Han. Do they have any dislike for Leia (Han's Love/Ezra's best friend)
Love your artworks!♡
Thanks!
I assume this is in reference to the "what if Ezra was around for the rest of the rebellion stuff"? Here's some further thoughts on how he would fit in with the OT trio :]
Han and Ezra get on each others nerves, being around each other is a constant ego measuring contest. Han brings out Ezra’s cocky side and they like to sound off against each other, but it’s mostly all banter and neither of them are ever seriously ticked off by each other. In fact, they like to play sabacc and other card games together whenever it’s just them kicking around base.
Leia and Ezra are besties ofc, I like to think they would’ve been pen pals throughout most of Rebels, and now they’re back in person face to face they spend a lot of time together just chatting. I like to think as teenagers they often confided in each other about the difficulties they faced in their respective roles in the rebellion, and they continue to be emotional rocks for each other later on. They also have a pretty banter filled relationship but it’s less vulgar than it is with Han.
As for Luke and Ezra… we’ll you know me, I’m on that skybridger bullshit haha. No notes there.
As a quad they all get along pretty great. Ezra brings a little silliness to the vibe, as well as a fair bit of emotional wisdom.
#star wars#star wars fanart#star wars rebels#star wars ot#original trilogy#leia organa#han solo#ezra bridger#luke sykwalker#skybridger#just a smidge#what is happening to my art style man ...#ever changing#;/#ty tidbit#asks
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He's not the sharpest tool in the shed.
#if you ever thought he was just a smidge clever no he's not#he's on deuce level#two braincells only and they are used exclusively to mess with others#of course it backfires 100% of the times#mello's drawings#twisted wonderland#twst#twst oc#pomefiore oc#vil schoenheit#epel felmier#rook hunt#art#my art#twst hayeli
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i thought i felt your shape, but i was wrong. really all i felt was falsely strong, i held on tight and closed my eyes. it was dumb, i had no sense of your size. it was dumb to hold so tight.
also on inprnt :]
#tumblr murked my quality so bad MY GODDDD please click on this i promise i have somewhat of an idea of wht im doing. kinda#anyway i once again have no idea what i was doing here but i did have fun. they make me miserable in the best way possible#im trying to be a bit more experimental both in style and colour... well. half on tht last one (guy who really likes reds and blues)#but im trying out line weight a bit more. hooty hoo. going to try drawing some more practice portraits n stuff soon#link#zelda#loz#botw#zelink#(a smidge bcus im insane. as usual)#princess zelda#zelda botw#link botw#loz fanart#tloz#i add new tags each time. i just like to get silly with it sometimes tbh :]#my art
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Part 2 of this thing. Next part might take a bit longer. Gonna have to do a big comp when I’m all done, I think. As always, let me know what you guys think!
Part 1
#hazbin hotel#art#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin hotel art#hazbin vox#vox#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel comic#alastor#hazbin alastor#radiostatic#radiosilence#one sided radiostatic#lyric comic#hazbin hotel animation#animation#doodle#voxal#staticlovetune#A smidge earlier than expected
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Smidge was the first in the Snack Pack to find out about the Broppy egg(and in turn Poppy and Branch) background, Branch had been hanging out with Poppy at her pod the night before this situation, but as he was going to leave, it started raining(rain is the antagonist in this story apparently) Poppy convinces him to have a SLEEPOVER!!! He thinks it’s a terrible idea but he doesn’t really have a choice, like hell he was going to go out into the rain with a damn egg on his head. Smidge comes over the next morning since her and Poppy have a list of things to do, and she sees the two of them asleep in the bed. girly jumps straight on top of them and wakes them up demanding answers and nearly rips Branch’s head off…..
to be continued i am so very slow at drawing HELP HELP MEEEE
#trolls#my art#dreamworks trolls#trolls art#trolls au#broppy#branch fanart#poppy trolls#poppy fanart#trolls smidge#silver linings trolls au
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THERE’S A NEW SEASON OF THE GREAT BRITISH BAKE OFF STREAMING!
You know what that means.
Will our hero FINALLY get The Paul Hollywood Handshake??? WILL HEEEE????
#illustrator#illustration#digital artist#artist on tumblr#gleafer art#good omens#good omens art#aziraphale#good omens aziraphale#Aziraphale is an obsessed angel#maybe a touch OCD#a smidge#paul hollywood#gbbo 2024#the great british bake off#Paul Hollywood has STANDARDS#there are exactly zero volcanoes in Britain
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It's shocking at how many versions of this bot can fit this motto to a T.
#I spent more time deciding which version to depict and ended up with more of general amalgamation of him#slaps the hood of the tank- this bad boy can fit so many warcrimes in it#cyber-streak-2#kudos for writing something that I immediately went I have to draw something for this#shockwave#artz#transformers fanart#megatron#starscream#soundwave#maccadam#pie artz#but for real you got the idw comic version- tf prime version- a smidge of g1 - i assume cyberverse- bayverse its just- how bad can i be?
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SOME FRIENDS!
#throws a pie at creek#trolls band together#digital art#fanart#trolls#art#trolls fanart#dreamworks trolls#dj suki#trolls cooper#trolls creek#trolls smidge#tiny diamond#guy diamond
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Steve parks at Eddie's, a plastic wrapped bouquet of roses so purple they're almost black carefully buckled into the passenger seat, and a nervous twist to his stomach. He didn't plan to do this. It's just, he was agonizing about his crush to Robin and she goaded him until it seemed like a great fucking idea to ask Eddie out on Valentine's Day, of all days.
The flowers were an accident. He saw them in the front window of the little flower shop in town, and it felt like fate, like they were practically made for Eddie Munson.
With a deep breath and a gritted teeth, he swings out of the car, flowers in hand. He's doing this, he's got this, he can ask Eddie out.
Music rocks from the trailer, drowning out Steve's knock. They didn't exactly have plans tonight, only they hangout every night since Vecna, so he figured...well, Eddie never said they weren't getting together.
He's a little miffed when his knock isn't answered. Even when the music is up, the walls of the trailer vibrating, Eddie always comes to the door. But the minutes tick by with no response until the annoyance turns to anxiety.
He stretches over, up on tiptoe, craning through the window to see if he can spot Eddie, probably distracted by planning for dnd or working on a song.
The kitchen is deserted, pots steaming on the stove. The two-seater table is covered in one of those paper tablecloths they have at Melvald's for a buck, patterned with bright red hearts. The table is set, two plates, two beers, a candle burning in the center of it all.
God, he's stupid. So stupid, with his nearly black flowers and his silly crush. Of course Eddie already had someone to spend Valentine's Day with.
He stumbles down the stairs, stomach fighting up his throat. The loud music makes so much sense now. He has to leave. He can't stand the thought of Eddie finding him here, letting him down easy; can stand even less seeing him with the date he has over.
Steve almost makes it back to the car before he hears the screen door slam, Eddie's voice calling his name. For a second, he considers ignoring him; for a second, he thinks about jumping in the car and driving off and forgetting this ever happened. But he could never do that to Eddie, not even when the consequence is his own heart.
"Oh, uh. Hey, man," Steve says. He runs his fingers through his hair, swallows. "Didn't mean to interrupt, thought we had plans but I guess they weren't set in stone." He's rambling and he knows it, but can't stop. "I didn't realize you--I'll get out of your hair."
Eddie's eyes flicker from Steve to the flowers clutched in his fist, the wrapping now sweaty and rumpled. "Are those for me?" Eddie asks.
Steve's mouth open and closes a few times, thrown off the track of his monologue and trying to think of a plausible lie. "I--they're--it's--"
There's nothing for it. He has to tell the truth and eat the humiliation. "I saw them today and--They're perfect for you. So, I wanted--" he shakes his head, shoves the bouquet into Eddie's arms. "Happy Valentine's Day. I'll let you get back to your date."
Eddie's face scrunches and it would be cute except for all the way Steve's heart is breaking. "Aren't you my date?"
"What?"
"Steve. We hang out every night. I thought--"
"But. For me--" He splutters. "The table?"
"Harrington, it's Valentine's Day! You bought me flowers!"
"Yeah, cause I was going to ask you out!"
This is what breaks Eddie, and he bursts out into helpless giggles.
"Don't laugh at me, Munson." But he's starting to laugh too.
"I'm sorry! I just--you," and Eddie isn't laughing anymore, he's looking at Steve with clear, shining eyes. "You brought me flowers."
Steve sobers too, hands over the bouquet. "I brought you flowers. You made me dinner."
"Yeah." He glances up at Steve from under his eyelashes. "I made you dinner."
"Sorry for--" He gestures broadly around himself.
Eddie shakes his head, soft smile on his lips. "You're something else, Stevie." The words are so fond they make Steve's heart flip. "Now, come inside before the food gets cold."
Steve walks to do the door, pausing before he climbs the stairs.
"What is it?" Eddie's eyebrows lift.
"Nothing. Just--" Steve licks his lips, notices the way Eddie tracks the movement. "I'm really falling for you, is all."
"No duh," Eddie says with a broad, smitten grin. "You bought me flowers."
#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harringon#eddie munson#ficlet#valentine's day#friends to lovers#fluff#a smidge of angst#misunderstanding#oblivious steve harrington#idiots in love#they're not dating but they're not NOT dating#getting together#feelings confession#no duh#working on a steddie “no duh” agenda now i guess
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