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#lost ONE airpod.#in my whole life i've never lost any headphones or earbuds#my old airpods stayed together even when they barely worked#it's supposedly in my room according to find my#but i've searched all over and can't find it#doesn't even make sense bc i don't use them at home#how am i supposed to ignore ppl without seeming like an asshole now#no way is it 89 dollars to replace it#right before my period too. FACK#if it magically shows up i will LITERALLY jump for joy#pleasepleaseplease i NEED this to survive#i don't want to listen to stupid shit#also don't want to seem rude for ignoring ppl#i apologize to ppl in my life for who i will become#also is it one l or two ls in cancelation#cancelation or cancellation#they both look wrong wtf#one of them is supposed to look not too weird so ik what's right#but they both look weird#feel illiterate rn#this is a self reminder that english is in fact not my first language#why is it getting worse and not better#i'm around americans and native speakers all day almost all my life#WHY IS MY ENGLISH STILL BAD#wtvr i'll survive ykw i was trying to say anyways#āā yapping
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Into the pit Jeff and Mike finally sleep together in FNAF..
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf fanart#fnaf movie#mike schmidt#fnaf jeff#fnaf oswald#abby schmidt#into the pit#they are the same guy your honour#two sleepy dudes doing their absolute best#please let them have one good nights sleep#Mike finally has competition of being the most tired#itās actually really funny how similar they are#just in details of being both scruffy and weirds everyone out etc#theyād get along I know it in my heart#Oswald and Abby would be able to clock it too#itās funny in my last comic with Jeff people were already saying he looks like Mike#so of course Iād have to draw them meeting#shout out to sleepy guys gotta be one of my favourite genders
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Their entire relationship
#tears of the kingdom#legend of zelda#zelda#totk zelda#link#totk link#zelink#totk spoilers#tbh creature#autism hc#autism creature#I am both#Get you a man who will sit and look pretty while you explain ancient civilizations to him#Exposition? No I see only an infodumping queen#something to nom on#Because ppl are (rightfully) clowning on me: image is weird bc I made it on laptop but it changed spacing on phone#So I took a photo of my laptop screen#^^ technologically incompetent
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hes shy. shy lil man
#two drawings posted today??? both w maroa and baby shadow??????? yes. absolutely.#marias hand looks weird i know#but i had fun draawing and painting this piece in particular so much#sth#sonic fanart#sonic#shadow the hedgehog#maria robotnik#nov.aart
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The 2D vs 3D contrast of the sonic and shadow generation hubworlds cracks me up the more I think about it
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#behold a 2am shitpost we're so back#sxsg#sonic x shadow generations#sxsg spoilers#sonic x shadow generations spoilers#which I'll tag just to be safe lol#this comic comes purely from the fact I was trying to play both games at the same time#swapping between them after each boss#and that really does highlight the difference pretty starkly lol#shadow the hedgehog#omega e123#my art#doodles#comic#still haven't quite figured out how to draw these guys but we're gettin there#to my knowledge shadow doesn't have a holographic map on him but let's pretend for the sake of giving him something to look at#he's a weird pseudo sci-fi guy he can have one as a treat#edit: you saw this before I came back and added in omega's symbol no you didn't
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18+, pitfighter!vi brainrot, bc its girl-dinner time tw: sorta smut, sorta obsessive!vi, codependent relationship, not quite yandere but the vibes r kinda there, but still fluffy bc im me duh
pitfighter!vi who fucks you like she's trying to leave a part of herself inside you, who holds you so hard that the next morning, you wake up to the blue-tinted ghosts of her fingers along your hips and thighs, the dull blossoming bruises littering your neck and shoulders, rings in the shape of her teeth like strange, demented flowers (or perhaps like footprints) the way they trail along your skin, inked there for all to see.
pitfighter!vi who fights like she's trying to break everyone else in the same way she wishes she were broken herself, all fevered, focused rage, and none of the restraint. no patience, only the blunted sting of a punch well-aimed, an elbow to the ribs, a knee to the groin, spit trailing out the edge of her mouth, a grin crooked and bloody hinged between her lips bc she knows when she looks up and scans the crowd, she'll inevitably find you there, watching her with your wide, alluring eyes.
pitfighter!vi who thinks she knows the depths and widths of hunger, has seen and felt it all, growing up in the lanes, and there are so many different kinds, aren't there? the kind that aches dull and deep in the stomach, the kind that claws and roars open in her chest, the kind that tingles like spider-poison all along the length of her spine. still, she's never quite felt a hunger like this -- the kind that threatens to consume her from the inside out the first time she sees you, and at first, it might've been a wholly vindictive thing -- perhaps its because there'd been something in the shadow of your smile that reminds her of -- well, it doesn't matter.
but the first time she kisses you (in the crush of bodies on a crowded dance floor, the music too loud, the bottom of her boots tacky with spilled drinks and blood and whatever else), you'd run your thumb along the line of her jaw so gently, traced the lines of her face with a touch so soft it ran a fissure through her car-alarm heart, and when she'd pulled away, you'd smiled as if she'd given you something other than just the jagged, broken bits of herself.
later, you'd told her that you still appreciated it then. bc it looked like that was all she could afford to give; and she gave it to you anyway.
pitfighter!vi who does not think she will ever get enough of you, and still, the more she gets, the more you give, the deeper the hunger grows. it yawns open inside her, huge and dark and cavernous, carving into her the more that it's fed, and by the gods do you feed it -- the way your head tilts back to allow her access to the smooth expanses of your throat, the darling, moon-lit landscape of your bare chest and shoulders, the way you're so pliant beneath her, your trust pouring from you like drink. and she drinks. and drinks. and drinks.
drinks till she's head-dizzy and heart-full. drinks till her vision blurs but for the sight of you, the shape of you so familiar to her waking moments it does not shock her in the least the first time she wakes up in the morning to the after-images of you in her dreams.
pitfighter!vi who, for the first time in her life thought she had lost all direction, but now -- she feels like at least there's still someone worth protecting, worth fighting for. and she knows, she knows it's not entirely healthy, how much and how hard she falls for you, knows that perhaps it is not the best thing for a woman like her to make someone like you the still-point of her turning universe, you, who manages to shine despite the grime that collects in the city around you. you, who is softness made into an act of defiance, who, one night, curled against her side, told her that there's a certain vindication to smiling in the face of a world who would love nothing more than to rip the joy, bleeding and raw from your throat.
"it's not always easy... actually," you laugh, the sound sweet as spring water as it trickles over her skin, "it's really fucking hard but... why not do it anyway?"
"what, be happy?" her own voice is low and cracked from the fight earlier that night. but you'd kissed a line down her throat and told her that you loved it when she moaned.
"yeah. if the whole world wants us sad and angry... what bigger fuck you is there than to be... happy?"
pitfighter!vi who lets you draw the dark lines down her cheeks, but they're neater than she'd done them herself, who kisses your fingertips when they're stained with the black of her hair-dye, who laughs fully for the first time in... she doesn't even remember how long, when you lean forward and trace a tiny mustache with the leftover ink on your fingers right over her mouth. who sinks into the sound of your laughter like a warm bath, letting it soak into her sore muscles, unspool the tension coiled in her shoulders, the rictus threatening to settle in the set of her knuckles.
she lets you sooth over the harms and hurts that had followed behind her, nipping at her heels like disobedient dogs her whole life, lets you kiss her brows and pull her behind you as you point at the new graffiti art that wasn't there the week before.
pitfighter!vi who has always had a fierce love for zaun because it's her home, but has never stopped to consider just how beautiful of a place it is until she meets you -- and it is beautiful, an angry, pulsing, rebellious beauty, raw and dripping with shimmer-soaked ichor. a beauty carved of disparate limbs and desperate parts, one that is hard-earned and well-fought, the same beauty found in the darkest hours of night, right before the morning dawns, the same beauty she finds reflected back at her when she sees her blurred reflection in a pool of spilt blood on the fighting pit's arena floor.
zaun hums to the tune of debauchery, and for the first time, she's with someone who allows her to be greedy, allows her the breadth and width of wanting so freely. and she thinks it might be spiraling into a full-blown obsession, the way she can't go three seconds without thinking about you, wondering where you are, what you're doing, what you're up to. and you always tell her, tell her about the flowers you saw growing from a crack in the sidewalk, the shaft of sunlight hitting a shard of broken glass in just the right way, how sometimes if you close your eyes and listen, the ticking and clicking noises that run like a baseline thrum through the entire city almost sounds like birdsong.
pitfighter!vi who can't say she's ever fallen properly in love (she thinks that perhaps, once, she got real close), but wonders if this is what it feels like, to feel the void of your physical absence like the itch of a phantom limb, so she does everything she can to keep you close, glares at people if their eyes linger too long on you as the pair of you walk down the street, doubles down on her training regime so that she can fend of anyone who even breathes wrong in your direction.
who can't help pouting every time you pull away to do anything -- to grab another bag of snacks, to ask the bartender for another drink, to listen to something loris is saying -- she has to tamp down the urge to pull you back, to meld you to her side and never let go.
pitfighter!vi who starts to get more strategic with her fights, who saves up money now bc she wants to take you out to dinner, or just buy you nice things once in a while. who spends way too many hexes and cogs on a bouquet of fresh flowers, ones that aren't tainted or bred with the faint, sickly shine of shimmer, and she thinks its all worth it to watch the smile break across your face like dawn over a brand new day -- brilliant, blinding.
she blinks, watching with a fond smile as you fuss over the flowers in your tiny apartment, the space small but cozy, everything neat and in its place. you put the flowers into a tall, slightly chipped glass mug and set them by the window, admiring them from this angle, then that.
"y'like them, angel?"
you nod, grinning as you throw your arms around her, "i love them, vi! i love them so much!"
"good. i'm glad you like 'em. just..." her voice trails off; you cock your head.
"just, what?"
she shrugs, "ah -- just, i always thought it was sad getting flowers cause... they'll wilt someday, right?"
but when she looks back at you, still caught up in her arms, you're still smiling. and there's a fox-fire glint in your eyes that makes something in her stomach twist hot.
"well, there's one kind of flower that won't wilt that i wouldn't mind having here all the time..."
vi blinks, a dry heat creeping up the back of her throat, her heart a wild, fluttering thing caught beneath her cage of ribs.
"yeah?" her voice is hoarse as she swallows around the hope pooling on her tongue like blood. "and what kinda flower is that?"
you lean in, your breath a whisper along her parted lips.
"violets."
pitfighter!vi who moves in three days later, with nothing but some old clothes and her punching bag, which you'd already made room for (somehow) hung up from one of the high rafters in the kitchen, next to the tiny dining table tucked into the corner. who spends the next three days fucking you on every available surface (and some unavailable ones, like against the fridge for instance), telling you that it's only right to christen things now that you're officially living together.
who doesn't bother to wonder if things are moving too fast, and dives in head first because that's the only ways she's ever known to how to do things. who thinks, blithely to herself one night, the warm shape of you curled next to her, sleeping so soundly it almost breaks her heart, that you're probably the first good thing she's ever gotten stuck on -- and she's gotten stuck on a lot of things (fighting, boxing, the guilt, the shame, the anger, the world-ending sorrow of losing it all). its one of the things vander had always warned her about.
"you get into things too hard, kiddo -- gotta learn to pace yourself."
but she doesn't care, because hard's what she was raised on, and it's how she plans on loving you, god, if it's the last thing she does, right or wrong, so be it.
pitfighter!vi who still has her bad nights, still drinks a bit too much sometimes, but at least you're always there to keep her from going too far. and you're the only one who can pull her back, the only one she'll listen to when you tug the drink away from her hands and slide it down the bar towards loris, who'll eye it for a second before downing it and settling up the tab, nodding towards you even as you sling an arm around vi's middle to lead her out of the bar.
who still wakes up screaming some nights, her eyes wide and unseeing, scrabbling at you, tugging you into her if only to bury her face in your shoulder, her whole body wracked with dry-heaving sobs.
"my sister used to think there were monsters under the bed, and make me check down there every night before going to bed," she murmurs, her face inches from yours, her words soft and ever so slightly slurred.
you brush your fingers against her cheek, a comforting, repetative motion -- back and forth, back and forth, till her lashes flutter shut.
"guess she was right... but the monsters never wanna stay under the bed, do they? it's like they always... wanna come out and play..."
you let out a breathy laugh, "or maybe," you offer, your voice low and soothing, "they're just as scared as you are. and they're just looking for someone to scare their own monsters away."
pitfighter!vi who is still not good at slow, but sometimes, when she kisses you, she wishes that had the power to hit pause on time, just so she could stretch out the moment and kiss you forever. she thinks that she'll never be good at patience, but sometimes, when you tell her just gimme a sec! when she's waiting for you to get ready before going out to dinner at jericho's or just for a round of drinks at the bar round the corner, her leaning against the doorway watching as you put the finishing touches of your makeup on yourself in the kitchen mirror -- she thinks she'd give you every last second of the rest of her life if you ever asked her to.
pitfighter!vi who, recently, has really, really started hoping that someday soon, you'll actually ask her to.
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#ā monsoon season#this is my essay titled: SEE LOOK I CAN FIX HER HERE IS THE PROOF#āØ steamy#arcane#vi x reader#vi smut#arcane smut#wlw fanfic#arcane vi smut#vi x you#arcane x you#vi arcane fanfic#x reader#lesbian#to say this is self indulgent would be such a heinous understatement lol#but yes i can fix her just gimme a chaNCE I PROMISE I CAN DO IT GIMME#this started out as like a weird love letter to pitfighter!vi and also to zaun bc i do not think they get enough love (in the show)#and also i have a thing for the beauty in brutality and love as an all consuming obsession and both those things r tru in vi so#also like my toxic trait is actually absolutely wanting like fucking the JUMIN HAN equivalent of a lover like#yes be SO obsessed with me that you want to lock me in a cage be SO obsessed with me that i consume ur every waking thought
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[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason š and then even longer to post
#dc comics#dc#damian wayne#dick grayson#talia al ghul#batfamily#dc robin#nightwing#anyway. yes im a self-indulgent ''dick as damians secret third parent'' truther#like i DO think it's way more complex and nuanced than the schmoopy affectionate fan portrayal of it#they're brothers they're father and son they're partners they're the dynamic duo except only in past tense etc etc#but consider! I'm not immune to schmoopy affection in fanworks. it compells me despite itself#anyway it's technically not that crazy when it comes to dick and damian. they hug! often! at least they did#it's not as big a leap to these types of scenarios#also talia ''somewhat absent for complex reasons on both her and damians part but very loving and loved by her son'' al ghul#you will always be famous to me#son of the demon origin...bwahhh#anyway. someone made a comic kind of like this/like a post i made abt this topic#but way funnier bc dick and talia starting trying to beat each other up#so go look at that as well#anyway. it's been a somewhat difficult few weeks so I'm. desperately trying to take it easy#i got some reading with me (first vol of kevin smiths GA run that i found second hand and jaimes BB run vol 2!)#so we'll see how far i get through those. considering there's demons in my head telling me to re-read things (LET ME OUT!!!)#when i finish GA and BB i do plan on rereading robin 2021. as a treat to myself#it's a run I've really warmed up to as time went on#I'm keeping up w/ the current b&r run even though it is. admittedly very slow w/ some weird dialogue#i read it for the damian content more than anything. also nikas back so that's neat :]#idk I have a feeling that after absolute power shakes out we might get some more creative team switch ups#so if anyone at dc is interested in taking over the reigns on b&r...that could be very neat#mine
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free will is drawing ur two favorite characters together and making them gay
#akekita content in this economy? it's more likely than you think#this is like for the three ppl that ship them (me tumblr user haliai and atlus)#also which boyliker at atlus designed yusuke's phantom outfit like WHY is he dressed like a gay hooker šššš#the skintight spandex bodysuit designed to show off the slutty waist?? the exposed cleavage?? the cunty little fox tail?? bro š#my hand was shaking while i was drawing the second img it felt so IMMODEST ššššš#i wish atlus confirmed which highschool akechi went to bc i love the hc that he attends kosei#his tie matches hifumi's ribbon so i think they're trying to tell us smt (im delusional)#ANYWAY akechi and yusuke would match each other's freak lowkey like they're both hardcore yappers that weird everyone else tf out#akechi would find solidarity in the fact that yusuke doesn't shut up abt whatever he's interested in#also also the fact that akechi is a mirror version of him bc they're victims of the same situation#both being exploited and utilized as tools after their mothers death#by the man they called father in exchange for validation or a false sense of place#but ultimately yusuke was saved by phantom thieves while akechi refused any pity and slowly succumbed to fate of his own making#really makes you look at atlus and think whats going on in their buttery smooth brains for not including other character interactions#aside from the social links with joker. the wasted dynamic potential between some of the characters is insane š#persona 5#p5#yusuke kitagawa#kitagawa yusuke#goro akechi#akechi goro#akekita#bro me when i stay up until three am drawing persona instead of finishing my lab (iām beyond cooked šš)#i think i need to switch college majors i canāt keep doing this#lotus draws
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The height difference in ITSV vs in ATSV is killing me š Miles and Gwen were so shorter than Peter, now they're almost as tall as him
#i remember back when it was weird for me to see them older now it's weird for me to see them younger feels like it's been decades#they were babies#peter b parker#gwen stacy#miles morales#spider man into the spider verse#into the spiderverse#spider man across the spider verse#across the spiderverse#spiderverse#sick of comments how they're standing in front thats not why they look tall they are taller in the second one they're standing#in front of him in both pics#if you didnt see how much they grew up while you were watching sucks to be blind as you#i chose these pics for a reason cuz they're on the same distance from peter in both#but you can tell they grew
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hi dca fandom i make an offering after lurking for years what if one-sided crush but its not dca thats crushing hard
#i feel like i havent seen this dynamic before but correct me if im wrong!!!#sun n moon think ur kinda weird but they roll w it#youll get over your silly crush eventually!! (you will not)#y/n is holding both a sunflower and a moonflower btw if u even care#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#dca x y/n#simp station#im so nervous to post sdfhj UM LOOK AWAY#head in my hands im alrd working on a comic#nobody save me#simping in the daycare au
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WOOO we're finally getting some Ride Kamens story content! ...and it's mostly Leon getting REALLY into being a small business owner! this is (unironically) an excellent sign for the future.
(what do you mean the Agent isn't wearing cat ears 24/7 in every outfit) (can't hear you la la laaaaa)
#art#ride kamens#look i need to differentiate between my agent and my yuu somehow and it might as well be the cat ears#anyway leon is precious. i love him already. he's SO excited about running a cafe!#sasuga super shitsuji...#other highlights include: saigo being weird about water and mad guys continuing to be the 'agata and his two horrible children' show#(i mean this affectionately i love these gremlins)#late may release let's GOOOOO#between this and more episode 7 in twst i'm gonna be eating SO well this month#get in the car lads we're getting happy meals with BOTH sides
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re: your thoughts on legendaries (which is very cool and based) whatās your take on the differences between legends:arceus giratina and platinum giratina, especially since you defined them as hating the world? specifically the bit where giratina (at least seemingly) actively defended the world from cyrus trying to destroy it, after trying to do the same thing with voloās help centuries prior?
Weird ghost worm upon yee (AND MORE ART BELOW CUT!)
Anyways, hereās my mad ramblings about Giratina and Arceusās backstory.
Tldr: Giratinaās a conglomerate of angry souls scorned by Arceus.
(Hereās the playlist. Itās all about worms.)
How it Started.
The original one has chosen favorites over the passage of time. Heroes, legends, protagonistsā¦
Arceus intervenes for those it loves, and the consequences of a god touching the mortal world is devastating in its entirety. One act of divine intervention causes entire civilizations to collapse. One whispered suggestion drives an entire legacy insane.
So Arceus, paralyzed by its love for the mortal world, acts very little, learning from its mistakes. Apathy soaks through every motion. And thus is the way of the world.
But people love the Originator. Religions are born from Arceusās rare deeds, and generation on generation taught its benevolence. Imagine spending your entire life chasing after that golden light. Imagine knowing its real and there, and it loves you.
Imagine begging it for help, and seeing it turn away when you need it most.
I think those people would feel very abandoned indeed, if they spent their lives worshipping, and receiving no response at all.
Giratina is born from the abandoned, the lost, and the angry. Theyāre a hundred thousand souls whoās adoration turned to spite. Theyāre an entity who demands for Arceus to look at them, so they can finally rest.
Arcues can not look at them in full, because if it does Giratina will fade.
(Scio, beloved. For I can not let you go.)
So the Original One banishes the Unwanted Beast into the distortion world, and Giratina seethes, and starves, and screams.
(Here are two truths about the Beast Between Dimensionsā
1. Some part of them still loves Arceus. Arceus is their anchor, after allā the sole reason why they exist, why they are. But Arceus can not love it back in a way that matters, and that hurts.
2. Giratina is made of a thousand voices. Some of these voices remember that thereās a world above. They miss it.)
Why Giratina attacked Hisui in PLA:
PLA Giratinaās not a new god, but theyāre very, very bitter and barely coherent on a good day. Volo serves as a conduct to help unite the broiling mass of ghosts against Arceus, and thus Giratinaās hatred overcomes any flickering affections they have for the land.
It doesnāt help that Arceus intervened for Hisui, sending Akari to directly stop Volo from summoning Giratina.
(As for Volo, well.
Imagine being a child who was thrown into the future due to Palkia and Dialgaās fits, who learned his people (his world) no longer exist beyond a shadow in the history books and a single, bitter lore keeper.
Volo doesnāt remember his original culture beyond vague imprints and singing praises to Sinnoh, but he knew he was loved, and he knew his family is dust four hundred years in the past. Thereās a special sort of rage in him that echoes Giratinas.)
(Why did you abandon my people, Arceus? What kind of god are you, to leave those who love you so callously behind?)
(Maybe some part of Giratina recognizes Volo, beyond a feeling of kinship.
Maybe some part of Giratina grieves because it recognized the child Volo was.)
When Volo gets his pound of flesh, (when he realizes Arceus is not beholden to him, that the inherent alien morality Arceus holds is not a personal slight), Giratina will finally rest.
Anyways what Iām trying to say is: Arceus is never a person, but a nebulous embodiment of the connection shared between pokemon and humans. It tries to experience what itās supposed to embody, but millennia of watching people be and cease has given it choice paralysis, apathy, and a hoarding issue. If something lasts forever next to it? Good.
Giratina was once a person. (Correction, a LOT of persons.) They donāt think very linearly either, but they have context on mortal matters and are thus the more benevolent and malicious of the two. One day, time will smooth them into something like Arceus. We can only hope the two keep each other in check.
THE DIFFERENCE OF LEGENDS ARCEUS GIRATINA VS PLATINUM PEARL GIRATINA
If the ancient version of giratina is an angry conglomerate of ghosts scorned by Arceus, the modern iteration of Giratinaās a creature thatās more settled in its skin and more assured in its duties. Giratina still has beef with Arceus, but they unionized into one being whoās love of the mortal world has triumphed over its ancestral grudge. One might even postulate they have shifted their anchor from Sinnoh the god, to Sinnoh the place.
((We call this character developement. Good for you, weird ghost worm!))
(((FULL DISCLOSURE, VOLO BEING FROM THE PAST IS INSPIRED FROM FOXFALL. You know. The fic that got me into this fandom. Please give it some love.)))
#critterbitter screams into the void#pokemon#ask#mailbox#Giratina and arceus#man#might be subject to change but mmm#thinking about how pokemon canonically has ghost moshpit pokemon#looking at spiritomb#and pallosand#ghost pokemon are weird#oops! would you look at that!#chandelure and giratina as foils (they both have anchors who willingly and unwillingly abandon them)#giratina#arceus#pla lore#pla#art#sketchbook#myart#not submas related (but still worth the brainrot)#volo mention#pokemon art#giratina redesign#legendary pokemon
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kremy lecroux in the professorās outfit! for kremy wednesday <3
#kremy and clayton both have top hats soā¦.#<- thats where the idea originated#gave kremy a monocle instead of glasses because gator glasses would look really really weird bc of the way i draw kremy#professor lecrouxā¦.#legends of avantris#once upon a witchlight#kremy lecroux#kremy nation#my art#ouaw#kremy wednesday
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it's toxic yaoi tuesday... art for a friend
#it's like 11:58... but still tuesday !#also like the first time i've drawn both of them before so sorry if they look weird idk#art#fight club#fight club fanart#the narrator fight club#tyler durden#tyler durden fight club#do they have a ship name help#implied um . fight club yaoi i dontk know#soapshipping
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Part Two / Part Three
Ao3
It's 8:45 am.Ā
The Red Barn, which is neither red nor a barn, has been open since 7, catering to the early morning crowd with rounds of coffee and pancakes.
It was no Benny's, but given the size of Hawkins and the lack of alternatives?
No one was complaining.Ā
They were all too happy someone had opened up another watering hole for the working class man (or lass, as Foreman Shelly will dutifully remind you) which meant the place was packed with both day and night shift regulars, passing each other in staggered waves.Ā
It also meant Wayne was sharing the packed breakfast counter with a warehouse worker by the name of John Cheese on one side and Police Chief Jim Hopper on the other.
He doesn't mind it.
Wayne's a man on a budget thinner than his shoelace, but he's also a man who understands that small indulgences need to be made in life or you didn't truly live it.
This is how he convinces himself to get a coffee at the Barn after work everyday, reading the morning newspaper and chatting with the other regulars before he heads home.
Bonus, it gets him out of the rapid-fire franticness that is his nephew in the mornings.
(All the love in the world wouldn't change the fact that all that Eddie came with a lot of noise.Ā
The kind of noise that was a tried and true recipe for a headache right after a long shift.)
As a trade off, Wayne went to bed early so he could wake up in time for dinner with Eddie.
Ā It was a nice little system that worked for them.Ā
A routine Wayne was reminiscing fondly on, when the pager on Chief Hopper started to chirp. With a sad moan, the man fished out a few crumbled bills and threw them on the counter, abandoning his coffee to trudge out to his truck.
This was not unusual.
Particularly recently, given they were but a scant few weeks past that whole mall ordeal. A fact all too easy to remember when one caught sight of the Chiefās still healing face.Ā
What was unusual, was when he came storming through the doors a minute later, face now a furious shade of red with his hat clenched in his hand.Ā
The energy in the room shifted, taking on something a little watchful as Hopper swept his gaze from side to side, like a dog on the hunt.
Judging by the way he stilled when he caught sight of Wayne, the latter assumed he found what he was looking for and could only pray it was the person behind him.Ā
(He liked John, but Wayne had enough trouble this year and he wasn't looking for any more.)Ā
"Munson." Hopper called, striding over and dashing all his hopes. There was a choked fury emitting off him, and given the way John audibly scooted his chair away, Wayne knew everyone had clocked it.Ā
"Chief." Wayne greeted, inclining his head towards him.
Idly he wondered what the hell his nephew had done this time.
'So help me if he stole all the town's lawn flamingos and put them in that damn teachers yard againā¦.'
Wayne didn't even get to finish his threat, the Chief was already next to him.Ā
"Mind if I have a word outside?"Ā
Dammit Eddie.
"Ah hell, what's he done now?" Wayne asked with a sigh, eyeing the coffee he had left morosely.Ā
There was still almost half of it left and the pot had tasted fresh for once.Ā
"What?" Hopper said, and then Wayne got to watch as the man ran through an entire chain of thoughts, each one punctuated by things like; "Oh," and "No. "Ā
"This is something else." He finished, flushed and fidgeting, anger making him antsy.Ā
Wayne stared up at him.Ā
"Something else?" He repeated, not sure he heard.
"Yes, something else." Hopper snapped impatiently, before leaning forward, voice dropping low. "This doesn't involve your nephew, but we both know you owe me for how many times I've let that kid off, Wayne. That's a damn big favor I've been doing you and I'm calling it in."Ā
If it were any other cop, it'd sound like a threat.
It was Hopper though. The same Hopper who Wayne had gone to school with.
They'd never been friends exactly, but they had been friendly and remained so. Even now, after Wayne had taken Eddie in, whoād gone on to be an undeniable pain in the local PDās ass.Ā
Hopper really did let the kid off easy.Ā
Wayne really did owe him.Ā
So he put down his coffee with a sigh, passed his newspaper over to John and stood up, motioning for Hopper to lead the way. Got into the Chiefās truck when he waved him in, and didnāt make a big fuss when Hopper tore out of the parking lot like hell was about to open up under them.Ā
"Not a lot of the kids involved in the mall fire could be identified, but a few of them were." Hopper started, which felt nonsensical given the utter lack of context.Ā
Wayne hummed to show heād heard.Ā
āSome of them got banged up more than others, and a lot of people wouldnāt be surprised if they didnāt make it.āĀ
A pause, Hopper white knuckling the steering wheel as he swung the truck hard around a turn.Ā
āFor certain people, those kids dying is the preferred outcome.āĀ
A mix of fear and warning swopped low in Wayneās gut.Ā
"Jim." Wayne said, dropping the use of a last name because if any situation called for it, it was this one. "What exactly are you saying here?"Ā
The Chief chewed on his split lip.Ā
"I know you're smart, Munson. I know you, and plenty of others are aware that something's happening, been happening in this town."Ā
Which was a hell of an understatement if you asked Wayne. Plenty of the upper classes might be able to bury their heads when it came to the military parading about and the flow of āaccidentsā they brought in their wake, but then, they didn't see all the other signs of trouble.Ā
The absolute oddity that was Starcourtās construction.Ā
How it had been built using primarily outside crews and anyone who'd taken a singular look at the site could tell you they were building it weird.Ā
Weird as in it looked like it would have a multi-level basement, and not what a mall should have.Ā
Then there were the constant electrical problems. The backups upon backups that failed. The late night delivery vans headed out to the Hawkins Lab.Ā
The things in the woods that kept spooking all the deer and the weird markings they left behind that unnerved even the hardest of hunters.Ā
This didnāt even touch the Russian military that more than one reputable person swore was hanging around.Ā
The very same Wayne himself had seen, on more than one occasion.Ā
(And you couldnāt deny it; those boys were military. Past or present, it didnāt matter. They moved like a threat, and Wayne treated them like one, staying well clear.)
"Yeah." Wayne admitted. "I also know better than to stick my nose in it."Ā
"That makes you a smarter man than me.' Hop complained under his breath, but the anger was self directed.Ā
"The point is, there are some government types crawling around, doing shit they shouldn't be doing, and more than a few of them are in the business of making people disappear.āĀ
This was absolutely not where Wayne had thought this was going.Ā
Hopper took a breath. Than another.
A third.
It was starting to make Wayne nervous, in a way he hadnāt felt since a social worker had brought Eddie to him for the last time and final time. It was the feeling that things were about to shift in a way that would change the course of his life.Ā
"Steve Harrington is sitting in my office right now, beat to absolute shit.ā Hopper admitted.
Wayne gave him the floor to talk, letting him go at his own pace without interruptions.Ā
āHe's there because some of those government types finally figured out his parents are never fucking home.āĀ
Wayne sucked in a breath.Ā
"We both know his parents, Wayne. Harassing them to come back and take care of their kid won't work, and frankly, Iām beginning to think all the phone lines are tapped anyway.ā He winced here, like voicing such a thing pained him, and Wayne understood.
It sounded a little too out there, a little like he was buying into a conspiracy.Ā
Except he wasnāt. Wayne knew he wasnāt.Ā
Jim Hopper might have been an alcoholic, a man living in pain and unconcerned with his own life, but if there was one thing he was solid for, it was shit like this.
He didnāt jump to conclusions. Didnāt believe the first thing people told him. Even at his worst, he did the work to see what was really happening, and made his decisions from there.Ā
(Even if that decision was to accept the occasional bribe, or drive an intoxicated 13 year old Eddie home instead of hauling his ass into the drunk tank.)Ā
āHarrington wonāt admit it, but heās got a hell of a concussion if not a full blown brain injury and heās not reacting as well as he should to Suites trying to run him off the road.ā Hopper continued. Angrily, he added, āDamn kid didnāt even come to me until they tried to break into his house last night.āĀ
His fingers squeezed the wheel so hard Wayne heard the leather creak in protest.Ā
āIād take him, but my cabin is being renovated fromā¦ā He trailed off, heaving a sigh.
Ā āA storm, so me and my kid are bunked with the Byers right now and weāre full up.āĀ
Hawkins hadn't had a storm like that in years, but Wayne wasn't going to call him out on the blatant lie.Ā
āI need a place to stash him for the next few weeks, until I can work with some of the higher ups sniffing around, and get them to call off their attack dogs.āĀ
āAnd you want to stuff him with me.ā Wayne finished.Ā
āI know you donāt have the room.ā Hopper admitted easily, stopping his truck at a red light and locking eyes with the other man. āBut I also know youāll be the last place anyone would look for him.āĀ
'Aināt that the damn truth.'
āYouāre really gonna go this far for a Harrington?ā Wayne asked, instead of the million of other questions leaping to the forefront of his mind.Ā
This one, he figured, was the most important.Ā
āHeās not his dad.ā Hopper said, as firm as Wayne had ever heard him. āHeās not either of his parents, and he saved my little girl.āĀ
Wayne hadnāt even known Hopper had another little girl, but he also knew better than to ask where the guy had found one.Ā
It wasnāt his business, just as nothing else Jim was involved in, was his business.
Except, apparently, Steve Harrington.Ā
āIām gonna need my own truck if Iām takin' Harrington home.ā Wayne said easily, instead of bothering to ask anything else.
If Jim said the kid was different than his daddy, then he was--because when it came to things like that, Jim didn't lie.
No point in it.Ā
āI know. Just needed to talk to you first, without anyone overhearing.ā Jim said, before swinging the police truck around and heading back to the Barn.Ā
āIāll stay in contact with you, and Iāll make sure Harrington pays you for the pleasure of your hospitality. Just--ā Here Jim cut himself off, looking like he was struggling an awful lot with the next thing he wanted to say.Ā
Once again, Wayne waited him out.
āDonāt let Steve fool you. Heās good at fooling people, letting them think heās okay. Too good at it, and between the two of us, I have a real good idea of the reason why.āĀ
A memory came to Wayne unbidden, of Richard Harrington and Chet Hagan, beating some poor kid in the highschool bathroom bloody. The grins on their faces as the poor guy wailed for them to stop.
How they almost hadnāt.Ā
āAlright.ā Wayne agreed.
Hopper swung back into the Barn's parking lot, and Wayne moved right to his own beat to shit truck, ready to follow Jim back to the police station.
He wasnāt a praying man, not anymore, but Catholisim wasnāt a thing that let you go easy.Ā
He found himself sending up a quick prayer, fingers flicking in a kind of miniature version of the sign of the cross.Ā
Considering his own kidās history with Harrington, and the sheer small space of the trailer?Ā
Wayne had a feeling it was needed.
#this has like t wo more parts#pre steddie#wayne as a BAMF#wayne and Hopper both as psuedo parents to Steve#ya'll are gonna have to put up with my weird ass jumping all over the place warm ups sorry lol#Gary's fourth piece is coming no worries#and then this will either take its place or the other one I have will#you CANNOT look me in the eye and tell me all the blue color workers arent aware shits going down#like 100% local crews took one look at starcourt and went what the fuck#nevermind you know the local power plant lol#and with demo critters running around its not like they were tearing through brushes and shit#your local hunters are gonna know somethings up#anyway#beat to shit Steve Harrington#my beloved#hes gonna show up busted to shit with a major grade concussion and Eddie is gonna shit himself#steve harrington#steddie#I spelled collar color and im not changing it#outsider pov#wayne pov#I will write the first person who knows where I pulled John from a prompt of their choice#catholic wayne munson#jim hopper
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