#but I just loved the idea

[depressedtheatrekiddo]

SCREAMING THE NAME OF THE FOREIGNER'S GOD!!

I am back with Hozier gender so while I was vibing with myself I just got this idea <3

I don't know what to say anymore, so anyways I hope you like it ✨💫⭐

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Steve Harrington wasn't a person of faith, nobody listened to their prays and screams, nobody helped her when he needed it.

So she only believed in themselves, only trusted his own strength to get out of her problems and used their bitchy attitude to hide and protect himself.

But now that their body was all bloody, forgotten and laying down on the floor of that damned dimension or whatever word the kiddos said. Now that they couldn't get up, her mind buzzy and cloudy, he tried to keep himself up and regulate her own breathing.

He already knowed she was going to die before going back there, they made her mind up, he understood what was going to happen and they already was in peace with it.

But now she was scared as fuck. He heard somewhere lost on their memory “Hey Steve, did you OD over there?” and the only thing she could feel about his body was the tears that rolled down their bruised face, mixing with blood.

And then she also remembered Dustin, Max, Erica and the rest of their kids.

Who would protect them?

Anybody could take care of them, but who would protect them? That was Steve's job. He had to do it. And now they left them alone.

The crying made his breathing irregular, they felt like choking, she couldn't. Not now.

Could someone talk with death? Could someone as stupid with that much bullshit on their veins convince death to let them live?

So they remembered.

And maybe it was pathetic. Very desperate from his part.

But it was all she had. So he hold into it.

“Pick a god and pray to it, it's all you can do now” they heard Erica when she was the DM of a campaign the kids did on summer.

So he did. They searched on his memory and found someone with blurry name, she didn't remember, and it didn't matter. The thing was she could see it.

Please, please— Let me get out or make it stop—

Because at least, if she had to die he wanted to make it end, but they couldn't kill themselves. He swear that to Robin five hundred nights ago.

“You can rest in peace soldier, I got ya from now on” And that voice sounded like music, not Steve usual taste, not pop or jazz, it was a little rougher, like a whisper but very loud.

Fuck it, he didn't know what it was but it make their bones tingle.

And they closed their eyes.

There was dark and then light. Her wounds covered in a rare thing, like slime or some weird shit. Keeping out the slime thingy, he was comfortable, like in a cloud, covered in silk and laying on a fluffly mattress. Dark sheets covering their body.

They couldn't see shit thought, her eyes didn't react at first, and he got scared. If they got blind who was he supposed to help?

The bats didn't got their eyes. He think so.

She tried to touch his eyes. He stopped scared to find a hole. Their hand stopped on their cheeks, touched little cuts.

“Your eyes are okay, you just been awake for a long time, I thought you would sleep a little bit more now that your body needed it.” That was the same voice he heard before.

“Am I dead?” Steve voice was a little shaky as she talked.

“You're not, just almost” The voice answered and Steve felt the weight of someone that just sat next to them on the bed.

“Can I ask for your name?”

“It's been a while since someone like you prayed for me” The voice told instead of answering.

“I do not believe in nothing” Steve muttered.

“I know” The owner of the voice had a smile on it face, if it had a face.

“Then why—?”

“Because you're just so—” The voice stopped, Steve sweared they could feel a smile “I’m Eddie”

“That's not your name” Steve whispered.

He heard the voice, Eddie, laughing.

“No, it's not” It stopped talking. “But it's my name for you, you must know I cannot reveal my real name”

“I know” She smiled softly. “What are your pronouns Eddie?”

“Oh, it and he are cool for me. What about you soldier? I don't think I got your name either”

“I go by Steve and Stevie depending on the day, they/she/he pronouns”

“Noted down”

“You probably knew it before I told you”

“You're right”

“How does it feel to die?”

“I don't know”

“You do, you were dead”

“I'm a god Stevie, I cannot die”

“Being a god makes you dead”

“Why?”

“Because you can be forgotten, that's worse than being death”

There was silence. Neither of them talked.

“You weren't forgotten”

“I know”

“They are probably planning to search for you”

“I know”

“You matter, and they wouldn't forget you, even if you died”

Silence again.

“Can I open my eyes?”

“You can try it”

“I'm scared to open them”

“Why?”

“Because I might not see”

“I can't clear your vision if you don't” Eddie muttered. “But I'll be here”

“Can I know what you're the god of?” Steve muttered.

“I guess, I can tell you just one of my many specialities” It said.

“Tell me then”

“I'm a minor god it probably isn't—”

“You told me I matter, so tell me”

“Theater”

“Sounds good”

They remembered the few times he went to a theater when she was little, to see his aunt singing. He liked aunt Lyria, she was kind and had a good voice.

Steve wanted to go see an opera again when they could get out of there.

“It is, beautiful, precious” Steve felt his smile and decided they wanted to try to see it with her own eyes.

So he tried. Their vision was still a little cloudy, maybe she just needed their glasses.

“Hi”

“Hey” Eddie smiled, and this time Steve saw it.

Maybe Steve Harrington didn't have faith in no one but themselves, but she was grateful, and keeping alive a god with their prays wasn't that bad.

Maybe he didn't believe in godness, but he did believe in goodness.

And it save them.

Maybe he believed in Eddie, not as a god, but as in Eddie.

In a “this is my name for you” way.

Maybe their eyes weren't seeing before and they are now.

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Hihi!! ⭐

Hope you like it <3 Just one thing before you go, you know the line "pick a god and pray" is something I had noted down on my notebook for storytelling, but I remember getting it from Pinterest or something, so if you know from who is it or something so I can give credits(?)

That's it!! Thanks for reading!! 💗

[mountainshroom]

If she has no fans call the ambulance cause I am dead

[yeepof]

Local PHD student at wizard school HARRASSED!! FOR SHAME!!

[hansoeii]

It was affection.

[sully-s]

Listen, if I had the time I would just make Justice Leauge the mockumentary, lol.

[notherpuppet]

First Meeting

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[haveihitanerve]

I have this idea/theory that like when Bruce was just starting out, early twenties, “im going to make a difference!” batman, he was like known, somewhat, by at least most of the crinimals, oh some dude dressed as a bat beat up larry the other day? Hm. skill issue. Type of thing..

And then one night, theres a goon on patrol for some little operation. A more… violent goon lets say. And Bruce lands in front of him, cape billowing, white eyes narrowed, and the goon is like “shiii he does look pretty cool. Fuck ‘im tho.” and he does what any other goon would do, he pulls out his gun and fires. Once. Twice. Three times. 

He sees the bullets make contact. Watches as they hit the suit. Go through it. Because this is still prototype four or five, its not fully kevlar, atp its still basically just cloth with some armor in certain places. 

The goon can see blood circles forming where the bullets hit. Blood drips to the floor. But Bruce? Bruce keeps on walking towards him, not a limp or waver in his step. Because its Gotham. Because if he wasn't willing and prepared to get shot at he should've picked a different city. 

And thats when The Bat becomes infamous. Because what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck he just keeps coming- i shot him three times-!

And years later, when Dick is on clean up duty as punishment for some elaborate stunt he pulled, organizing old files and plugging them into the batcomputer, he finds the file. And holy shit. Thats- actually kinda cool…

[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[t00thpasteface]

i am unironically obsessed with adam west batman not only trying to be a good dad to robin, but actually succeeding. also love robin's insane energy levels and his ability to go from seething bloodlust to manic glee in record time. i think any superman worth his S would fit right into the family ^_^

[stil-lindigo]

lighthearted.

if this comic resonated with you, please consider donating to this palestinian escape fund (vetted by @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein) as it is less than $7,000 away from it's goal.

i turn 24 today. To celebrate, I made this comic to be a spiritual successor to lead balloon, a comic in which I talked about the darkest period of my life so far.

A lot has changed since my 23rd birthday and this one. My priorities have shifted a lot, in ways that I think are mostly good. But i think the best part about today is that suicide has gone back to being a far away notion. I'm really lucky, and I'm grateful for that.

[prodigal-sunlight]

I know the popular theory is that Caine’s line about struggling to keep track of who’s real and who’s an NPC is foreshadowing that one of the cast is secretly an NPC

But consider the alternative

[psyduckz]

hometown slang

[chloesimaginationthings]

He has no mouth but he must scream in FNAF..

[albinogel]

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived