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Snapped back to reality after 10 hours in a cold sweat. Mal Du Pays Banette
#i dont know where this came from??#i was just doodling isat pokemon au and mal du pays banette grabbed me by the wrist and now this is here#i have so many urgent work emails#i havent taken my adhd meds in three days because i forgot but surely thats unrelated#in stars and time#isat#isat au#pokemon#pokemon au#isat siffrin#isat mal du pays#mega banette#isat spoilers#art tag
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snoopy as lady macbeth
#i dont... really know where this came from#snoopy...... who has he killed ....#snoopy#lady macbeth#shakespeare#macbeth#peanuts#my art
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fine! i drew it! now i can rest and also die of shame
#gravity falls#stanford pines#stanley pines#the book of bill#billford#this is a joke guys!!#you can kindly ignore this one thanks#i also cannot draw them at all#stan pines#ford pines#bill cipher#meme redraw#i dont know where the original meme came from tbh#if you do know tell me pls! :)#comic#shitpost#NRart
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Them, your honor
Anyways thank you echoes for giving poor a-ttp link a rest
#tloz#princess zelda#link#echoes of wisdom#echoes of wisdom spoilers#eow#art#my art#redesign#loz redesigns round 2#listen i dont know where based link came from i just thought it was funny how shocked everyone looked at the end of the game#i did originally have the flynn poster thing as a funny page option but everybody else has already done it now lol#you know she went to lueburry and link 2 minutes after the game and got herself another sweet cloak#i like to think stamps do indeed take off and its 98% zeldas fault#but yes zelda gets to be the protag of this game due to having an actual loving father#sorry wild zelda lol#but yes outfits are vaguely st-r wars inspired#idk if that comes through or not
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No one's really surprised to see famous rockstar Eddie Munson show up to the 2024 Paris Olympics. His close friendship with three-time medalist gymnast Chrissy Cunningham had the press working over time when the pair were first spotted six years ago leaving a fundraising event.
However, no one can seem to figure out why- in Chrissy's down time- the metal head is frequently spotted at the men's swimming events. Everyone knows Munson's queer, but he's not the type to show up just to oggle some poor, unsuspecting athletes (he is, but the press don't need to know he's a bit of a freak).
Prime time news coverage chock it up to Eddie supporting the best of the USA's Olympians, including Steve Harrington, who just broke the world record for men's fastest 100m freestyle. They'd pointed out it wasn't odd he was there, since he also made appearances at other events with up and coming stars, such as Lucas Sinclair for men's basketball and Nancy Wheeler for women's skeet shooting. When asked about it, he'd laughed it off, saying swimming was Chrissy's favorite sport to watch and he promised he'd fill her in on what she missed.
That didn't stop fans online from obsessing over small details, including Eddie's repeat appearances at the swimming events, where he only showed once for anything else that wasn't Chrissy's competitions. There was no way he could keep Chrissy filled in on what she missed when he only showed up to meets Harrington competed in, not all men's swimming events.
Fan edits of Eddie Munson clapping a little too hard, screaming a little too loud, and overall just a little bit more excited for Harrington's podium than Chrissy's gold medal spread across the internet like wildfire. One blurry shot caught Harrington briefly look in his direction when he won his silver, but it was hard to be certain.
Tucked into bed after another long day of interviews, Eddie pulls up a few of the best fan edits Jeff and Gareth sent him earlier. It's become a bit of a habit over the past few weeks to watch his favorite ones before he goes to sleep. He feels the bed dip next to him, a warm hand slide over his chest and a leg push between his own.
"Aww babe," Steve coos, "did we get new ones today?"
Eddie leans down, dropping little kisses on his husband's forehead. "Apparently Jeff says these ones are even more convincing than last week's."
Steve hums a content little sigh before nuzzling into the crook of Eddie's neck. They've been riskier about public appearances this time around compared to Tokyo, but they've agreed to publicly come out after this year's games are over. So, why not have a little fun with it?
They release a fan edit of their own later that year posted on the official Corroded Coffin profile. It's a reaction video of them watching all of their favorite tiktoks and fanart and Tumblr posts. They laugh, point out inaccuracies, answer fan questions, and post a few pictures of their own, including the two of them standing under an arch of flowers exchanging rings.
#dont know where this came from#i know the olympics are over but *shrugs*#i literally typed this on Tumblr on mobile so sorry for the spelling errors#steddie#steddie olympics au#steddie fic#swimmer steve harrington#rockstar eddie munson#secret relationship#modern au#olympics au#established relationship#queeniewritesstories
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Its my birthday.... so I get to draw demoman as meiko..... !!!!
#tf2#art#fanart#team fortress 2#tf2 demoman#averiart#I am not 16 I am still 12 in my head#I am going insane#I dont know where the meiko and demo thing came from but its so real and makes so much sense.#drrink buddies or soemthigngggg#I AM EXHAUSTED#meiko vocaloid#this was inspired by rainelyn00 s ART BTWWW check them out!!!!
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been watching the x-men cartoon
#don’t ask me where this ship came from i dont know#scogan#scogean#x men#x men 97#logan howlett#wolverine#scott summers#cyclops
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DPxDC - Missing Persons
also on AO3
It started so quietly no one really noticed.
People were disappearing. A veteran from the mountains, a firefighter from the city, a surfer from the coast, and on and on. All gone without a trace. The local authorities investigated, of course, but they never found any leads. After some time, the people were simply written off as missing, and their communities moved on. They remained forgotten until the Justice League got involved. Their systems flagged the uptick in disappearances, and once a Bat took a look, they were immediately suspicious. It took another Bat before the link was finally found. And it took Red Hood disappearing to confirm it. The missing people all had previous close calls with death. And so the League followed protocol – they announced an investigation.
The disappearances stopped.
It was a relief at first. There were far too many people who fit the profile, and none of their analysis could discern a usable pattern from the previous disappearances. But as time stretched on, they got nervous. Surely whatever this was wouldn’t just stop once noticed? What was going to happen next, and when? Justice League Dark got involved. Only once John Constantine started poking around did they find a lead, and even then only thanks to dumb luck.
When Constantine was finally dragged to the town where one of the early disappearances occurred, he zeroed in on an old woman living in a care home. As it turned out, she was mildly magically sensitive. Apparently her grandmother was a witch or something of that sort. But crucially, she had suffered a nearly fatal heart attack almost a decade ago. And she was all too happy to talk about the ‘nice young man’ from her dream who offered to take her away.
She granted Constantine permission to dive into her memory to learn more. Whatever he learned did not make him happy. He said he’d be back after a quick trip to Hell and disappeared, much to Batman’s irritation. But true to his word, surprising some, he returned with slightly singed clothes and a book.
So here he was, chalking sigils onto the floor. Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, and Green Lantern watched him work in silence, likely trying to wrap their minds around the fact that there was a so-called Ghost King who they were about to request an audience with. Constantine finished up his work and stood at what they all assumed was the front of the circle he had just drawn.
“I do all the talking, yeah? These ones can be tricky.”
Without waiting for a response, he waved his hand, magic glowing at his palm. The circle responded in kind, pulsing white then fading into a harsh, vibrant green. A large black, green, and red elaborately-decorated sarcophagus rose inside the circle, appearing to phase straight through the floor.
“Dramatic fuckers, eh?” Constantine muttered.
A thick fog billowed out alongside it, quickly surging out past the boundary of the circle. It spread upward, threatening to fill the entire room. Constantine cursed to himself and waved an arm, clearing out the fog around them even as it thickened throughout the rest of the room, obscuring the view of the ceiling and walls save for the door directly behind them.
A deep voice echoed through the room with no discernible source. Everyone tensed.
“Who would dare wake the sleeping tyrant?”
A pair of bright green slits appeared from the depths of the fog and widened into eyes.
“Eugh, it’s you.”
The voice lost its echo. It sounded annoyed but entirely human and...young? That didn’t stop Constantine from clenching a hand into a fist, charging magic and preparing for an attack. The eyes moved closer, revealing a pale face and snow-white hair that floated in an unfelt breeze.
“Peace, Hellblazer.”
A lanky figure stepped forward onto the sarcophagus from where they were floating. They wore all black save for their white gloves, white boots, and previously visible head. With an audible thunk they plopped down on the foot of the sarcophagus, one leg bent upward to rest their chin on and wrap their arms around.
“I mean you no harm.”
There was a pause as the others waited to see how Constantine would respond.
“We met?”
“No, but I know of you. And I must admit, I’m disappointed to see you working with the likes of them.”
They gestured to the others in the room.
“Yeah, well,” Constantine relaxed his fist but lost none of his tension, “Don’t meet your heroes.”
The stranger scoffed.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I just enjoy seeing demons annoyed.”
There was another tense pause as the stranger lazily looked over all those present. Constantine broke the silence again.
“Who might you be, then?”
The stranger slowly dragged their gaze away from Wonder Woman and back to the magician. After a pause they spoke.
“You may call me Ambassador.”
“Ambassador to ghosts?”
“If you’d like to think of it that way.”
Constantine straightened his posture.
“We would like to formally request an audience with His Majesty The King to discuss what we suspect is ghost activity in our world.”
The ambassador stared back in silence with squinted eyes before sighing and thumping their forehead to their knee.
“Where to even begin…” they whispered to themselves.
“Okay, let’s start with this.” They slapped the side of the sarcophagus and looked up. “What part of ‘sleeping tyrant’ wasn’t clear?”
“I was under the impression His Majesty was recently crowned and well-respected?”
The ambassador pinched the bridge of their nose and groaned.
“Ancients...”
They hopped to the ground without warning, causing everyone to flinch into defensive stances. If the ambassador noticed, they gave no indication.
“The king is a tyrant, he is trapped in forever sleep again, and I’d like to keep it that way this time.”
Constantine opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted before he got a chance.
“Speaking of which, how’d you even summon him?”
“Summon?” Constantine choked out, clearly surprised.
The ambassador walked toward Constantine, making everyone save for him slide backwards a step. They looked down at the chalk marks on the floor.
“Ancients, this is archaic. Where’d you find it?”
After a few seconds of silence, the ambassador looked up at Constantine.
“Well?”
“Ah...Merlin.”
The ambassador raised an eyebrow.
“What? It’s bloody true!”
The ambassador huffed out a laugh and walked back to lean against the sarcophagus and cross their arms.
“Can’t fault his demonology, but this circle is Bad. I suggest you lose it.”
Constantine opened his mouth to speak, but was once again interrupted, this time from an unfamiliar voice echoing through the room.
“Lord Phantom.”
Everyone flinched as a set of black armor coated in purple flames stepped into view from the fog.
“’Sup Frighty?”
“The dark one is marked.”
The ambassador flicked their eyes to Batman and stared for several tense seconds.
“So he is. Just like the other one, but actually concealed. Must be barely contaminated.”
The ambassador squinted and tilted their head.
“Sure enough. It’s weak, but there’s a family bond there.”
Batman clenched his fist.
“Where is Red Hood?”
The ambassador straightened their head, unflinching and unblinking.
“Safe. And being cared for.”
Before Batman could respond, yet another voice echoed from the fog.
“These are the ones?”
The ambassador turned their back to Batman and groaned.
“Is anyone not coming?”
A giant, four-armed, blue-skinned, armor-clad woman stepped out of the fog with two sets of crossed arms. She had the smallest smirk on her face.
“Apologies. I wished to see those who would obstruct our evacuation.”
Superman and Green Lantern perked up and shared a short look of confusion. The woman turned her head to Wonder Woman, her smirk replaced with a grimace.
“I am disappointed to see one of my kin among them.”
“I thought she might be, but I wasn’t sure.”
Wonder Woman stepped forward.
“My Lady, I –”
“You were not asked to speak, Child.” The woman snapped.
Her voice shook the floor underneath them. Wonder Woman flinched and stared up at her with wide eyes. The heroes tensed for a fight. But to their shock, Wonder Woman slowly raised her arm to press a fist over her heart and bowed her head in deference.
“I will make my displeasure known,” the woman growled, voice still angry but no longer violently.
“Take Dora with you.”
“Do you think me unable to fend for myself, Little One?” Her mouth curved up into a fond smirk again.
“I know better than to doubt you,” they briefly smirked back, “but given my limited experience, I don’t hold them in high regard.”
After a pause they tacked on a “no offense”.
“None taken.”
The woman stepped backwards and faded into the fog. Superman took a step forward, eyeing the armor cautiously.
“Ambassador, my apologies for our unpleasant first meeting.”
He waited until the ambassador gave him a slight nod.
“May I inquire what your companion meant by ‘evacuation’?”
“Exactly what she said. Our kind are being hunted, and we are trying to save them.”
“In that case I must apologize again. We were not aware of this unfortunate situation. Had we been provided an explanation, we would –”
“Typical,” the ambassador scoffed, “your primary patron government is committing a genocide, and yet we’re at fault for not properly informing you.”
Superman was smart enough to bite back his standard “we’re independent” retort. Green Lantern stepped forward instead.
“If I may, Ambassador, my name is Hal Jordan. I am a member of the Green Lantern Corps. We are a wholly independent organization dedicated to peacekeeping across the galaxy.”
The ambassador looked him up and down slowly before turning their head away dismissively.
“I don’t talk to cops.”
The heroes were stunned to silence. The ambassador turned to the floating armor.
“Prepare the Keep. I’ll ward against this circle once the sarcophagus is back in its place.”
“My Lord.”
The armor bowed its head then faded into the fog. Batman stepped forward.
“We have no involvement in the violence against you or your kind.”
The ambassador turned to stare at Batman for several seconds, squinted eyes glowing brightly.
“You’re an excellent liar, Batman.” The fog crept forward and wrapped around their legs. “Unfortunately, I know you’re full of shit.”
“What points you to that conclusion?” Batman kept his voice neutral and steady.
The fog had risen to the ambassador’s chest. They scoffed.
“There are photos of you with Amanda Waller.”
Batman’s fist clenched harder.
The ambassador turned to look at Constantine as the fog enveloped them, leaving two glowing green spots.
“I suggest you not push this any further, Laughing Magician. There are some things in this universe that trump even your luck.”
The glowing green eyes closed, and the fog faded away, leaving an empty summoning circle and untouched room. After several seconds of silence, Wonder Woman finally raised her head and spoke.
“I must return to Themyscira, perhaps for some time. If that was who I believe it to be...something has gone very wrong.”
Superman glanced over the others, who were all still silently processing the encounter. He turned back to Wonder Woman to give her a nod, and she quickly walked out of the room.
Constantine reached into his coat and pulled out his flask. He unscrewed the cap with a heavy sigh and downed whatever was left. He looked tired and annoyed, same as he always did. But Batman could tell he was shaken.
He looked away from Constantine and back to the empty circle again. There was a lot of concerning information to process, but one key thing did slip through. The knight had called the stranger ‘Phantom’. He had come across that name once before. One of three legible words on a burnt piece of paper in an abandoned and destroyed facility. A facility that stank of a classified government cover-up. A facility Waller had sworn up and down she knew nothing about. But he had a lead. The other two words. Amity Park. A small town that only existed if you looked at paper maps printed several years ago.
He had to act quickly.
#dp x dc#dpxdc#my writing#not sure where this idea came from#dont know where it goes from here#but i think itd be funny if batman clocks danny#cuz he hears him say 'i dont talk to cops'#bonus points if its to dick/nightwing
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"WHY ARE YOU REFERRING TO YOUR FEET AS 'DOGS', ISABEAU. STOP IT."
[id in alt]
#isat#in stars and time#poorly drawn isat#isat isabeau#isat odile#luckily my computer didnt crash this time while trying to draw odile.#You Know What This Is About.#i dont actually think the joke is unfunny it just must be really confusing from the standpoint of someone who doesnt know where it came fro#or like anything about the jordans joke in isolation from isat.#i think odile would hate it though. bc no one will give her any context for it.#and isabeau would bring it up repeatedly specifically bc he knows it pisses her off.#and he thinks thats hilarious.#the hot peppers that get snuck into his sandwiches for three weeks straight are worth it For The Bit.#well thats my tangent. good night!
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When you ask Steve Harrington what his first memory of Eddie Munson is, he will say it was in Mrs. Click's class. Yeah, he didn't know Robin then, but it was hard not to notice someone like Eddie.
Steve remembers it being a Monday, his parents just left for some random country. Mrs. Click was not in a good mood that day.
Steve remembers her stopping mid-lecture and staring at the curly head bowed down three seats behind Steve's left. He's resting his head on his arms, body limp.
"Munson. I don't teach so you can sleep." Mrs. Click impatiently says, her fingers tapping against the plastic table.
Eddie doesn't move, Mrs. Click squints harder and says a little louder, "Eddie Munson."
It's so obvious Eddie was sleeping, but what he does next cements him in Steve's memory.
Eddie jolts a little. It's a small unnoticeable movement, before he finally raises his head. He smiles at Mrs. Click before saying, "Thank you, Jesus. Amen." and does the sign of the cross.
"I am sorry, Mrs. Click. It was time for my morning prayer." Eddie says, a small innocent smile on his face.
And it's so freaking ridiculous. Steve remembers shaking his head and biting down a laughter.
It's even more ridiculous when Mrs. Click nods approvingly, saying, "That's okay. Next time don't do it in class."
The next time Steve and Eddie get the chance to talk, somewhere in between broken bottles and running from the police, Steve tries to joke as he says to Eddie, "I bet you forgot to do your morning prayer. That's why this is all happening."
It's lame. But eh, it's worth it when Steve hears Eddie laugh for the first time in two days.
#i dont know where this came from#sorry uhm#tw religion#????? is that right???? pls nobody get mad at me for this#its just a funny little thing hehehehee#steddie headcanon#steddie#steve harrington x eddie munson fluff#steve harrington x eddie munson#steddie hc#daeheadcanons#dae writes
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Bobby: Buck did you steal a ladder truck again? Do you not remember what happened last time??
Buck: Yes but this time was to help a fellow firefighter in need
Bobby: It doesn't count when said firefighter is your boyfriend, and he was not in need of anything
Buck: Oh believe me, he was
Bobby: ...
Bobby: Please don't make me fire you again
#evan buckley#bobby nash#bucktommy#buck x tommy#kinkley#sorry i dont know where this came from#incorrect 911
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Stardew brainrot
#i literally dont know where this random Shane obsession came from. i was never all that interested in him until recently#stardew valley shane#sdv shane#shane sdv#sdv fanart#sdv farmer#sdv oc#stardew valley art#stardew valley fanart#stardew valley#sdv#in case you didnt notice: Jas painted his nails#shane x farmer#my art
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converting to believing in academic supremacy. he is the best friend i do not deserve.
#darkest dungeon#darkest dungeon 2#dd#dd2#the academic#the ancestor#the narrator#doodle#my art#this is a mess because this is my first time drawing both of them ever and im unimaginably tired#anyway. more academic on the WAY proud to serve my country of roughly 10 people total as it currently stands#also i dont remember where the 'buys you pepsi and calls you nice names' came from i think i saw it in a yt commment#but if someone does DO let me know i love knowing things
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#my art#wip#jhin#hwei#jhinhwei#i... dont really like that much how this turned out but whatever#we post anyways and move forward#i also dont know where this came from im telling you i have no choice in what i draw they just come to me in flashes
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just wanna say that you are a huge inspiration for me in both art and content creation<3 also what are your boundaries in fanart? Ive seen a lot of different things, ranging from "squiddo doesnt want fanart" to "they accept everything" :P
First of all... Thankyou :D
Secondly, I love fanart! I feature fanart in almost all of my videos at the end. You guys are incredibly talented and I love your fanworks so much that I want to show them off to everybody. That being said here are my boundaries...
I'm okay with people shipping me, it just sort of makes me laugh. But please don't go out of your way to send me any ship works featuring me, I just don't think that I should be seeing it. When it comes to NSFW I don't want people to draw that but I know that absolutely nothing I say will be able to stop it, so please don't feel the need to say "Look what this person drew!!" I know it's inevitably going to exist.. I don't want to acknowledge it... Annnddd lastly gore I've never seen it but I'm probably okay with it? I dunno. I won't put it in a video though.
Yeah that's it, everything else should be fine :)
#Oh Ive also seen a non-zero amount of people saying you cant ship me with men because I only like women#And in other contexts too. Im not a lesbian just putting it out there because I keep seeing it#I dont know where that came from#ask
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oooo yeowch ouchie owch augh ough ow
#another aggie thiung.....#This is ambiguously dmc3 inspired but like. His sword does not look like that. I dont fuckign know#JUST WORK W ME HERE#i just really like th shirtless look its so stupid and cool....#i dont know where this sword came from. There is not a sword that looks like this in ANY of the games. wgatever#devil may cry#dmc#dmc dante#dante dmc#dante sparda#devil may cry 3#dmc3#dmc3 dante#devil may cry fanart#dmc fanart
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