#but! im pretty happy with how it came out

[trulyumai]

Fall Baking

pairing: eddie munson / gf! reader

synopsis: it was finally fall. more rain, more sweaters. this also meant the return of the infamous, ‘Hawkins Fair.’ eddie could care less about it really, but you were ecstatic.

warnings: none, fluff only!

A/N: im baking like crazy right now so this automatically came to my head. I’m ready to drown in pumpkin bread and warm coffee.

Eddie knew you loved the fall.

When the leafs started to turn, the weather getting colder and sbittier than normal, yeah, that was when that thing happened to your eyes.

They’d get all shiny and well, cute.

He was the opposite. He could do without the hindrance of rain bearing against him anytime he wanted to take out the trash or walk to the corner store.

But seeing you so happy about little sprinkles of condensation made the man weak.

So he detested the cold weather a little less for you.

And you know what the cold weather brought?

Fall excursions.

Aka: The Fair.

“Guys, you’re not gonna believe this!” Slamming your lunch down on the table, your body molded against his in one solid motion.

Eddie grunted out in surprise, but it didn’t stop you from talking about the surprise you had in store.

“The fair is coming back!”

Only stares were given, Gaven looked over at Jeff who was returning the same empty, confused look.

Eddie jumped in with a clearing of his throat, being the best boyfriend ever he had to save the day, right?

“No way, baby!”

“Way!” You giggled, relaxing into Eddies hold as you dug out the celery sticks in your little box.

“And, the school is accepting student stalls, that’s gonna be so much fun!”

“Why is that fun— ow!” With a harsh kick to Gavin’s knee, Eddie changed the subject.

“That’s cool babe, you could do a baking themed one. Your treats are to dieeeee for.”

“Oh yeah! Been a while since I got the iconic Mrs. Munson brownies,” Gavin sighed out. Already imagining the pillowy, chocolaty goodness that was always oozing with warmth.

“That’s not what I named them.” You laughed, “Buuuut if you boys help me out with the stall I promise to bake one thing if your choosing!”

This garnered the attention of the hellfire club fast. Eddie was almost jealous at how entranced you got everyone.

“Anything?”

“Can you do cakes?”

“Ooooh the brownieees!” Almost everyone talked over one another, already fantasizing about the treats they’ll ask for.

“Uhhhh babe?” Eddies rings were cold against your thighs, your dark green skirt rid up against the tops of his legs, showcasing your pretty and soft skin.

“Mhm?” You replied, already turning towards your wild haired boyfriend.

“And what do I get? I mean I love your baking, obviously! but I can get that anytime.”

That was… true.

Damn it you thought you had everyone sinched into the plan. But of course Eddie would try to sneak something else into play.

“Well ummm,” he stumped you this time.

Furrowinf yoyr brows you bit lightly on the inside of your cheek, racking your brain for anything Eddie might approve of.

Clothes? No, Eddie only wore his favorite staples anyway. Maybe you could offer to clean his room? No, you just did that last weekend when he was snoring on the couch.

Think, think!—

“I know what I want.”

You knew that tone. That deep drawl that makes his voice come out in a low, teasing hush.

Eddie indicated you closer with just a wag of his index finger.

You felt the weight of his breath hit the side of your face, warm and light.

“I want,” he breathed in this time, dragging his lips closer and closer until they brushed against the side of your jaw.

“You, to spend the night, every nite this week.”

“Eddie!” Rolling your orbs you pushed his face away. “That’s kinda impossible. You know how my parents are—“

“Pretty please, sweetheart? It’s been forever!”

“I just spent the night on saturday!”

“That was literally forever ago.”

“Eddie.” Your fingers brushed with his temple, lightly pushing against them.

“That was two days ago.”

He only shook his head in rebuttal, moving his legs until your frame was once again close to his.

“My point still stands. Forever ago! And you need my help, who will keep these idiots in check?”

“Hey!” A few club mates responded back, but quickly went into their own baking conversations.

“Not all week. Two days,”

“Three!” Eddie challenged. With a mocking squint to your eyes you huffed out a breath.

“Fine! You win. Three days.”

“Yes!” Eddie cheered, smothering a sloppy kiss on your cheek and raised a hand to high five Gavin.

What a dork.

“You won’t regret this baby. I just got new snacks, cleaned my room—“

“You cleaned your room?”

Eddie cleared his throat and his long fingers came up to play with the loose hair around your neck.

“Well.. no, but it’s still clean from when you did it— ouch!”

Grabbing the man’s soft cheek, you began to pull.

“Hey hey, easy easy, I was just joking!—“

“You’re such a dork, Eddie.” Laughing, you watched as his fingers came up to the pinched spot, rubbing it with a soft tenderness like you had plucked the skin right off his face.

Grabbing at your celery you joined into the groups conversation. Trying to remember each and every goodie the gang wanted you to bake.

This is gonna be a long week.

But at least it’s fall, right?

….

Right..?

[crazywolf828]

So I was looking at my girlfriend’s old ocs and decided to draw this goof ball! His name is spark plug and I just love him so much.

Still new to art but I really wanted to figure out how to make all the lights glow which was a process😅 but I like how it came out!

Anyway go follow @rockystar11 cause she makes amazing art 😌

Original ref sheet and the base I used are under the cut!

This was their original ref sheet! And this is the base I used!

[y-akkun]

he protec, he attac...

[Ref]

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they licensed his ass

my finished piece of the FWMS (official name definitely 100%) thing we started a few days ago! I had fun I hope folks had and/or continue to have fun with the sketch as well.

[nibbelraz]

Head pats to show your human that you love them 💞

[rayhantochtli]

Purrfect duo

[snallyghaster]

survivor my beloved <3

[carrot-junior]

BROSECUTORS

Thank you @sevarix-blogs for commissioning mee:DD

[kicks0u]

did some colour practice w okayu !!💜

[wlwsakura]

wlw week: day 1 kyalin

i dont have a lot of time to work on these so i’ll be posting them uncolored/sketches 🫰🏻

[ofmd-ann]

Edward Teach - Stede's Boyfriend 💕

[sluggywuggy]

I’ve had this idea in my head for so long, Makima looming over the small Denji, a true representation of the power that she holds. What a truly awesome villain, they could never make me hate you Makima.

[coolbattlegirl]

The first thing Silver notices when he wakes up is that he’s no longer in his dorm room. The second thing he notices is that he’s alone in a forest. Which is strange because the last thing he remembers is attending a party and then… and then nothing.

Silver frowns slightly as he mulls over his memories. But no matter how much he ponders over it, he can’t seem to remember what happened after the party. In fact, he can’t seem to remember who the party was for either, and Silver likes to think he has a good memory. He entertains the thought that perhaps he had another sleeping spell, but that wouldn’t explain how he ended up in the woods.

Nor does it explain the sense of dread he feels.

Despite the strange gap in his memories, Silver feels oddly calm. Not wanting to waste any more time, he picks himself off the forest floor, brushes the dirt off of his knees and looks around. And it’s when he finally looks around when it clicks.

“Oh…” Silver whispers out softly, and any tension in his body disappears, “I know this place…” How could he not? It was the forest he grew up in. Silver couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, there was no need to ponder his destination any longer. Soon, he finds himself walking down a familiar path, one he had walked many times.

As he walks, Silver passes by a wryly old tree, and he can’t help but stop to see if it’s still there. And it is. Silver brushes his hand against the trunk, his fingers tracing out the small indentations of a carving that had been etched into it. “S.V.” and “L.V.” It reads. His and his father’s initials.

He remembers exactly when he carved it. It had been his 13th birthday when his father had gifted him a small dagger. A gift that caused Sebek’s father to scold Lilia, saying something along the lines of how children his age shouldn’t be given weapons.

A small smile ghosts his face at the memory. Silver can still remember how his father laughed at the scolding, “But they grow up so fast!” Lilia laughed as he ruffled Silver’s hair, “And what’s the harm? He has to learn how to defend himself when little old me is gone!” And suddenly, the small smile on his face slips away.

“My time has come… That’s all there is to it.”

Silver feels his throat tighten and his eyes burn as his mind lingers on the memory. And there’s something more to it, but he can’t seem to grasp it.

Why can’t he grasp it?

Silver’s not sure why his heart aches at the memory, so he pushes down the sudden surge of emotion that promises to devour him, and chalks it up to feeling nostalgic. His gaze lingers on the tree a little longer before he finally looks away. There was no use loitering around any longer than he already has. And so he starts moving again.

After a few more minutes of walking, Silver pushes through a clearing and there it is in all its glory; home. The cottage is exactly as he remembers it to be. It stands tall and proud and his heart feels warm upon looking at it. Silver takes note that the inside of the cottage is dark and quiet, but still, he wastes no time walking up towards the door and knocking, bracing himself for Lilia to bust the door open with a big smile.

There’s no answer…

Silver lets out a small sigh, “Of course…” He whispers, he really should have expected that. Still, he can’t help but feel disappointed. He’s not even sure why he’s surprised by this, because he knows Lilia won’t be coming back home anymore.

Because Lilia is going away to live far away in the Land of the Red Dragon…

Because Lilia is losing his magic…

Because his father is dying-

And Silver freezes. Because what is he thinking? He lets out a shaky breath as the suffocating feeling from earlier looms over him again. His heart aches and so does his head, but most importantly, he just wants to scream and cry because there’s something terribly, terribly wrong going on and it’s eating up at him because he knows it’s important but he can’t remember-

“Oh. So this was where you were, Silver.” Silver gasps as his eyes snap open, he’s not even sure when he closed them. Whirling around, he is greeted with the sight of Malleus walking past the clearing he came through earlier.

“M-Malleus!” Silver gasped out, clearly not expecting to see the older fae here. “Wha-What are you doing here?” He asks as he tries to compose himself, hoping that he doesn’t look as frazzled as he feels. However, the older fae doesn’t respond, he simply stares at Silver silently. It’s only after a few moments of silence, that Silver decides to speak again.

“Malleus…? Is everything alright?” He asks quietly, feeling slightly unnerved by the silence now. Malleus finally blinks and a small fanged smile graces his lips, “There is no need to fret, Silver. I can assure you that I am quite alright.” He practically hums as he walks towards Silver. And as the prince approaches him, something inside Silver screams for him to run. But why would he? This is the person who helped raise him. The person who sang and read to him when father was away. And Malleus would never hurt him.

Right?

Before Silver can think any longer about the growing unease in his stomach, he’s quickly pulled out of his thoughts again when a cool hand brushes against his bangs. He looks up and is met with Malleus’s glowing green eyes. The fae prince’s brows are now furrowed and a slight frown has replaced his smile from earlier. Silver would almost say he looks a bit worried. “But what about you? You seem…a little distressed.” He hears the older fae said as he looks over Silver.

“By the Seven, do I really look that bad?” Silver feels a bit embarrassed, as he had been hoping Malleus wouldn’t notice. “Ah… Don’t worry, Malleus, I’m okay.” Silver says in hopes of reassuring the prince. However, judging from his unchanging expression, Silver can tell that he isn’t buying it.

In a moment of slight panic, Silver blurts out “I… I was just worried you were still mad at me…” The moment those words leave his mouth, Silver realizes how silly it sounds. And Malleus must share the same sentiments because he sees a spark of amusement flashes across the prince’s face.

“Why would I be mad?” Malleus asks as a smile graces his lips once more. Silver looks down at the ground, “Because I…I…” Silver paused, feeling mystified. Why was he so sure Malleus was mad at him? Silver frowned slightly as he tried to remember, yet the answer eluded him. “I… I’m not sure…” Silver finally admits, feeling a bit frustrated.

“There is no need to fret, Silver,” Malleus lets out a sigh that sounds fond, “However, if it brings you any comfort, do know that I could never stay mad at you for long.” As Malleus gently brushes the strands of hair away from Silver’s face, for a fleeting moment, his face seems mournful. But it disappears so fast that Silver can’t help but wonder if he imagined it.

Suddenly, Malleus moved away, “Well, I believe that we have lingered here long enough. Lilia and Sebek must be growing impatient.” Malleus extended his hand, offering it to Silver. Silver stared at the gloved hand held out towards him, and once again, something inside his brain screams for him to not take it. But why wouldn’t he? It’s Malleus.

So, Silver takes his hand, a chill running down his spine as he feels Malleus’s fingers wrap around his hand. And as Malleus whisked Silver away from the forest, the silver-haired boy failed to notice the once vibrant forest being devoured by the pitch black darkness that had followed him. And with it, disappeared the glimmering hope adorned with an aurora gem.

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Clink

“Oh? It finally came off?” Ink stained hands grasped around the fragile golden chains, gently slipping it off the wearer’s neck. Glowing emerald eyes scrutinized the necklace. “Such a troublesome thing…”

CRACK

[angelogistics]

saw some gorgeous usopp art and realized i've never drawn him.. that has been remedied <3

[ind1c0lite]

dancin <3 (it is WAY too early for the both of them)

[staarpiece-arts]

finally finished this old screencap redraw of chase from all the way back in 2021! experimenting with a different lining/coloring style and i think i like it?

(screencap under the cut)