#another one for the hoarde

[grimfox]

your love, it sings

soft and sweet,

her melody persists.

my heart is effortlessly blessed.

in bliss,

at rest,

we speak

the calmest soul-carress.

my ardent eagerness to test

the limitless.

her darling wish becomes my quest

in scarlet.

bliss incarnate,

seizing soulfulness.

[psychotic-nonsense]

"I'm sorry."

It's the first thing Steve says after everything.

After getting Vecna Cursed. After nearly dying. After a hallucination of Eddie saved him. After running through a looped forest. After finding sanctuary in Steve's memory of that Starcourt bathroom. After Eddie reveals himself as Eddie.

It's the only thing he can think of. It's not big enough to fit everything, but it's the only thing that fits in his mouth.

"Don't be."

Maybe that's the only thing Eddie can think of too. The only thing Eddie can bear to say.

Because don't be can't stop Steve's eyes from watering when he sees the vest in his closet. Don't be can't stop Steve's feet from dragging him to the cemetery every evening to clean Eddie's graffiti-covered tombstone. Don't be can't stop Steve from sitting beside Wayne and listening to him talk about the Eddie he remembers. Don't be can't stop Eddie's body from showing up in Steve's dreams, nor Eddie's corpse from his nightmares. Don't be couldn't keep the pain away enough, didn't stop Vecna from latching onto it while Steve was walking alone in the woods.

Don't be isn't enough for what Steve wants to hear. But even stuck here waiting, hoping, for someone to get Steve out, there just isn't enough time.

"I miss you."

"...Why?"

Eddie says it back so quickly, so quietly, like it's just unfathomable to him. Maybe it is, considering their last memories. But their eyes meet and he looks just as sad, just as longing, as Steve.

"You were my friend."

Steve can't help but say it like that. Like they were friends for years instead of days. Like Eddie was that important to him in their final moments. Like his heart really aches for Eddie every second of the apocalypse.

Can't help but say it like he means it.

"I wish we could've had more time..."

Steve's voice cracks a little there as he turns away, hiding. It's all he wants. It's all Vecna used to entice him with. It's all that's keeping him going, to finally fulfill the last request Eddie made. It's all he has left to feel close to Eddie.

The Eddie that's sitting right next to him, silent, his sight weighing on Steve's skin. Conscious and aware and the real Eddie. Trapped in Vecna's head as a backup power source, yet who still risked everything to come save Steve. Who Steve will never see again because killing Vecna means killing Eddie for good, and his heart doesn't want it, is begging for another solution...

But for once, his broken head overpowers his shattered heart.

"Maybe we did."

Eddie takes Steve's hand. Meets Steve's surprised look with his own small smile of hope. They're both suddenly tearing up, eyes glistening with life in this gray stall.

"Maybe in another world, we got a second first chance. A first second chance. Maybe even a third, or fourth. Maybe in a different life, we had everything we wanted. Because you, Steve Harrington, are too good for me to be doomed to meet just once."

And for a moment, Steve sees it. Feels it. Versions of them connected through the universe.

Little kids playing in the lake. One with bruised skin and shaved hair, loud but unfathomably lonely. One with a bruised heart and soft eyes, timid but stubbornly hopeful.

A rockstar with glittering chains, center stage in the spotlight. A set of eyes in the crowd or behind the curtain, watching only him.

A werewolf and a vampire, two cryptids of horror, meeting in the dead of a full moon night to feel safe with the only other one who understands.

A future where they won, where the only death was the one that mattered. A process of healing and learning, coming home to a family every single day.

A world without pain, without their hell, where two high schoolers found freedom from their shackles and company in each other. Hiding away together in the dark corners of the town.

Steve even sees other versions of them. Versions that he knows were originally never supposed to meet, yet forces so much greater than them pulled them together.

A metalhead drug dealer, constantly getting into trouble with one nail-bat-weilding cop.

A criminal's fugitive nature leading him to a rugged trailer park, and the dangerous owner within one such home.

An eccentric king in an old coliseum, always choosing one particular warrior as his champion.

A young programmer being pulled away from his work by sobs above his apartment, running upstairs to check on the law student that recently moved in.

Two actors, finding an easy friendship in the months of filming one season of a show that would change their lives.

In that moment, Steve's overwhelmed by the closeness he suddenly feels with the soul beside him. Falling into tears, he pulls Eddie into a tight hug, holding him so so close to convey everything he can't say. Feeling Eddie hold him back, hearing everything Eddie can't say in return.

Familiar music comes on outside the stall. Robin's voice calls out to him, telling him to come home.

And when he does leave, Steve hopes that someone out there will understand that he never can. Because here in Eddie's arms is the only place that will ever truly feel like home.

"Thank you... for everything, Eddie."

Thank you, Steve. For everything and more..."

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- List of AUs, in order, after, "Versions of them connected through the universe": Childhood Friends / Rockstar!Eddie / Werewolf!Steve & Vampire!Eddie / Eddie Survives / No Upside Down & High School

- List of Multiverse Steddie AUs, in order, after, "...yet forces so much greater than them pulled them together": Eddie x Gator / Baron x Michael / Geta x Sean / Keys x Eric / Quinn and Keery

[softcryz]

you know what I want… [:

Finally revealing your identity, sibling mine

[puppyeared]

fake ep idea + doodles

[fyeaheddiemunson]

[thegnomelord]

https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3c/9a/12/3c9a12a21042f090717945801ab75174.jpg

booby

Yes yes just imagine Price with his pecs pushed out like that just without his arms being bound. Imagine seeing how much the rope makes his chest look bigger before he hides it all under his shirt. Imagine seeing a bit of rope peak beneath his shirt every time he moves his arms, no one else aware of the shibari wrapped around his broad torso but you. And he teases you too, purposely calling on you during a meeting just to see you sputter and try to figure out what's going on even when he knows damn well all of your attention is on him and his chest.

[ominouspuff]

not a part of the wip game but DAMN your colours????? your backgrounds???? breathtaking every time, you have such an eye for atmosphere its incredible

Nom, this is so kind of you to share. I am INTENSELY GLAD to hear this. Please accept this thank-you flower that got a bit out of hand

Thank you so much!!!

[jazzy-a]

Do you ever spend hours searching through Pinterest, through the same sets of pictures, until you manage to find this one golden nugget that you somehow haven't found anywhere else and as soon as you click "Save" you think:

"HAHAhajhabdjA! IT'S MINE NOW! ALLL MIIINNNNNEEEE! SSAAFFFFFFEEEEEE IN MY ACCOUNNNTTTTT!!!!"

[shalpilot]

please sir spare some for a hungry little grub

[transmechanicus]

Woke up from my little power outage nap and couldn’t even manage to eat a full box of macked cheese, grad school will fuck you up for life kids, do it at your own risk.

[grimfox]

neried

enveloped in her oceanic sway,

embracing further tides,

enlivened by the spray,

and praying fervant for her eyes,

i dive in mesmerizing waves.

the taste of mystery enshrined,

in twilit oceanic daze,

i crave her face, unsatisfied,

i dip into the undertow,

my love and lowly heart to slip

amidst the tumbling below

enrobed in hope and all it's fixed.

the mist elopes into the soul,

the water holding all of this

insistent, ardent, visceral,

invincible wish for her kiss.

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

🌼 <- daffodil???

I've been hoarding these :)

Including a snippet from chapter 3 of there is no other land:

Roy checked his watch, they needed to leave for Etihad soon. He walked to Jamie’s room and knocked. Declan answered, brushing his teeth.

“Where’s Tartt?”

“Breakfast,” he mumbled through a mouthful of toothpaste.

“Tell him to come to my room when he’s back.”

Declan nodded and shut the door. Roy left the door latched to his room as he showered. Probably not the best security decision but he didn’t want Jamie to turn around if there was no answer at the door.

By the time Roy dressed, Jamie hadn’t appeared. They were due downstairs in five minutes. Roy tossed the last of his belongings into his bag when there was a knock at his door. Fucking finally.

But it wasn’t Jamie on the other side of the door, it was Declan.

“Jamie locked himself in the bathroom. I think he’s having a panic attack.”

[northwestofinsanity]

Very early era Chris and Glenn

[marclef]

kinda wish more people draw pizzahead & fake pep together like as a creator/creation duo. idk if it’s 100% canon that pizzahead made fake pep but it just seems like a fun concept

i just want to see them being silly lol

i do love seeing everyone's takes on Fake and Pizzahead together hehe, it's always either:

a. Silly Goopy Creature with his loving supportive father

or b. Goop Creature traumatized by his own creation, probably would tear Pizzahead to shreds out of revenge

as for me, well, i've got my own headcanons/take on their relationship.......... let's just say Fake might not be too happy about seeing Pizzahead any time soon. it'd probably take a bit to explain exactly WHY, but i won't bother you with that unless you really want to hear it.... hehehe....

but i DO still love seeing some nice interactions between the two! maybe just because i like seeing some Goofy Goober content to go alongside the occasional Ungodly Horrifying Monstrosity 😊

look at this boy and tell me he's not allowed to be Silly.

[lucidd-the-weirdo]

I love these two istg

[mxtxfanatic]

The way the Xianle trio answer the “two wanderers, one cup of water” dilemma is fascinating. Starting with Mu Qing and Feng Xin:

The Head Priest spoke, “Two walked the desert, about to die from thirst, and there was only one cup of water. The one who drinks lives, the one who doesn’t, dies. If you were a god, who would you give that cup of water to? - - Don’t speak yet, I’ll ask the other two and see how they answer.”

The last part of his words were directed to the two standing not too far behind. Mu Qing contemplated and responded cautiously, “May I ask who those two people are, what their natures are like, and what of their merits? A decision can only be made once all the details are known.”

Feng Xin on the other hand, answered, “I don’t know! Don’t ask me, tell them to decide amongst themselves!”

—Chapt. 68: To Ascend is Human; to Fall is Also Human (Part Three)

It may seem that Mu Qing and Feng Xin have given different answers, they are actually the same. Mu Qing says that the person who he’d give the water to is one who is found valuable in the eyes of societal hierarchy. Feng Xin says that he would give the water to whoever they decide on “amongst themselves,” which outsources the issue to the individuals to decide by which test they would choose to pick the winner, either by debate or fighting, etc. But both of these are still putting a set value on an individual’s life, indirectly saying that they believe there to be some objective value or morally neutral scenario that would make sacrificing someone’s life not only permissible but morally correct.

Xie Lian, on the other hand, has an entirely different, effortless response:

Xie Lian turned his head back and said in all seriousness, “Why are you guys laughing? I’m serious. If I was god, I would definitely give another cup.”

Feng Xin and Mu Qing accepted the premise that, despite being gods, they are limited. Xie Lian rebelled against this same assumption, because if he is a god, why shouldn’t he be able to procure just one more cup of water for just one individual on the verge of death by thirst? Why would a god not be able to save everyone he wants to? Guoshi gives an answer:

The Head Priest gently shook that cup of tea in his hand, and the tea swirled in the cup, as if alive. He continued, “All the fortunes in the world, good or bad, are limited. Just like this cup of water, there’s only so much. Once you’ve drunken your fill, there’d be no more left for others. If one receives more, the other must receive less. Throughout the ages, all conflicts are borne from the fact that there are many in this world, but only one cup of water, and no matter who it’s given to there’d be a good reason. You want to change fate? It’s difficult but not impossible. But if you change that child’s life, someone else’s life will also be changed, and more grudges shall be created. Once upon a time you said to just give another cup of water, just like today how you wanted to choose a third path. Your intention is to expand the source; a beautiful thought. But, I will tell you, it’s impossible.”

So tacitly, Guoshi also believes the same as Feng Xin and Mu Qing, that everything is finite and everyone is limited, even the gods. As the story goes on, we are given countless scenarios in which Xie Lian is limited as both a human crown prince, a beloved god, and a banished wanderer. However, he continues to stick with his answer that he would find a way to give two cups. How? Well, for all of Guoshi’s talk of the limits of resources in the world, neither he nor the other two ever took into account one thing: the god can give his own cup to the second thirsty person.

And as long as Xie Lian’s cup is flowing, he has something to give to save one more life.