#i'll get back to that soon promise

[dragonpastels]

more dragon boys! listen they're very special to me also to the surprise of probably no one April is the one who wrote those logs

[laundrybiscuits]

I know this isn't what folks follow me for, but unfortunately for y'all I've been on kind of a visual art kick lately.

[meamiiikiii]

many mirabelle’s for mirabelle's birthday :]

happy birthday to mirabelle !!!!!!

[rewiredmind]

The critters will be crittering again soon enough🔥🔥 I'm getting closer to finishing Charles, so as soon as he's done I'll get to work on them all !!

in the meantime here's Morgie and Bridget

I don't know why they're blurred like that but they are

[jiraisupportgroup]

[muzzleroars]

the aesthetics of (impersonal) love

[elitadream]

❗️Important announcement❗️

Hello everyone! 😁 January is finally here, and this is very exciting news for me because I'm going to New Zealand!!! 🤩✈️ It's a huge trip that I've been planning for a whole year now. It will be the first time I ever take the plane. The first time I visit another country in years. The first time I travel so far away from home! And what's more, this will be the longest trip in my life. Over a month. I can hardly wrap my head around it still! 🤯🗓

I've also had some time to reflect, and... I've decided to use this opportunity to step back and go offline for a bit. 🌱 I wanted to tell you about this sooner, and I apologize for how sudden this probably is for most of you. I promise that I'm alright and doing this with a peaceful mindset! Although- I'm a bit sad at the thought that we won't see or hear from each other for a while. 🥺 It's a bittersweet feeling, but at the same time, I'm sure the temporary change of pace will be a good thing. Lately I've been feeling the need to take a break from social media again, and the timing is perfect. I'm ready. 🤲💫

To my lovely friends and followers here: I hope you will all have a great time these next few weeks. I hope the beginning of 2024 will treat you well and that you will get to experience new and exciting things. Wishing you lots of inspiration, fun projects and plenty of fascinating conversations until I return. 🙏🥰

Take care, everyone! I will miss you dearly. 🫂💗 Thank you, and I love you all,

- elita 🌸

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

i’ve been having a bad week and my lovely friend sent me these in the mail to cheer me up 🥺🥺 he doesn’t even like arctic monkeys but he always knows how make me feel better ❤️‍🩹

[irishmammonagenda]

Objective get the Avatar of Wrath to Murder You Challenge: Go!

Man, fuck Deviltube. Always creating impossible challenges you couldn't possibly achieve. You sigh at your DDD, turning it off before turning it back on again.

You were incredibly incredibly bored. It was worth a shot...

Time to find Satan.😇

Satan sits idly, curled up on the sofa in the living room of the House of Lamentation, novel in hand. Emerald green eyes scan the pages as he takes the words in at a speed you probably wouldn't even be able to run at.

He looks so peaceful.

So naturally, the urge to disrupt that peace is very strong. You pause from where you're hiding behind the sofa, ready to pounce; maybe you shouldn't be spending as much time with Mammon as you do....oh well, that's not important right now.

Sneakily, like a sneaky little sneaker, you slither to the sofa and on top of Satan, causing him to put his novel on, lest it be crushed by your weight. You grin. Objective annoy Satan achieved. (?)

"Oh hello MC...to what do I owe the please?" Satan's lips quirk up, a few strands of golden hair fall onto his forehead as he looks down at you.

"Enjoying your book?" You grin up at him cheekily, the glint in his eyes just as mischievous.

Unfortunately for you, Objective annoy Satan and get him to Murder You did not succeed. Like how a cat is forgiven for somehow turning off the wifi during the most important zoom meeting ever because it wanted to sleep on the cables, it was impossible not to forgive you, especially for laying against him so prettily, your head on his lap. Even if it was to be a menace and try to distract him from reading, the Avatar of wrath could never feel anything other than love bubble under the surface of his skin for you.

Mission annoy Satan might have failed but you have bigger problems, for example finding a way out of Satan's lap. The Fourth Born wasn't letting you go that easily.

Objective get the Avatar of Wrath to Murder You Challenge: Go! : FAILED.

Objective get off of the Avatar of Wrath's Lap Challenge: Go!: Results pending, success unlikely.

[tikurrdurr]

maxneil.

[daily-basil]

Ok I got a submission about it so I'm gonna do a quick update--

I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LACK OF DAILY BASIL! Literally everyone is busy right now. I am Attempting to make daily-basil doodles in anticipation of reopening the blog, but basically several other mods are either busy, on vacation, artfighting, or otherwise unable to contribute right now

I've been trying to draw some Basils so that I have a few to use when we do reopen the blog entirely but it has been a Struggle. Apologies for the hiatus going on for much longer than I had anticipated oops

- mod snuuy

[shares-a-vest]

had to write a Steve-centric Mother's Day thingy too. this one is sad like my Eddie one yesterday, but at least my boys are smiling by the end???

Mother's Day, 1998

Eddie tries not to watch from his prime position on the couch as Steve paces back and forward in the kitchen. He stops every now and then to linger by the phone mounted on the wall near the table.

Okay so maybe Eddie peers above his notebook once or twice and follows swiftly by looking down at Joanie, surrounded by a kaleidoscope of crayons as she colours at the coffee table. Steve sighs loud enough that the sound travels into the living room. Eddie listens as he punches in a number and walks off, presumably stretching the cord as far from earshot as possible.

"Shit," he curses.

"You swore," Joanie chimes, not looking up from her colouring book.

"I expect a freebie today, munchkin," he peeks out from his notebook to find Joanie glaring.

"...Fine," she agrees after a long pause.

He grumbles and scribbles out the most recent lines of his poem, the rhyming couplet suddenly feeling too saccharine for the general mood of today.

He should have known better, considering Steve emerged from the bedroom relatively late (for him) cradling his favourite sickly little furball Meatloaf like a baby - which he continued to do all morning. The poor thing is now teetering on the kitchen island, abandoned and desperate to get down.

Eddie hops up, rushing to the cat before he can get into too much trouble. Meatloaf whimpers, his meow more like a cry, regardless of whether his keeper has left him on his lonesome or not. He cringes at the sound. It's just so goddamn sad and certainly, a noise he could do without today especially.

He releases Meatloaf, now free to roam the apartment. But the scamp follows the phone cord stretching to the bedroom, his wobbly back legs catching and slipping every few steps as he hurries along, presumably on his way to get stuck under a piece of furniture.

Eddie makes a beeline back to the couch, not wanting to eavesdrop on Steve's phone call. He can hear murmuring, which he convinces himself is a good sign. At least Steve's mother actually picked up the phone this time.

Eddie tosses his notebook to the side, now uninterested in his tradition of writing a Mother's Day poem for his own mother. He chews at his nails, a fidgeting tactic to stop himself from twirling his hair. At least if he chews his nails, the worrying technique will be lost on Steve who won't be able to fixate on Eddie's feelings to distract himself.

"What going on?" Joanie wonders suspiciously, craning her neck to look down the hall.

"Uh…" he hums.

He really doesn't know how to answer. Mrs Harrington isn't exactly a frequent topic of conversation - if at all, for that matter.

"Is Dad calling Ganma?" Joanie's eyes light up at the enquiry.

If Eddie was feeling mean enough, he'd blame all of this on Dustin and Suzie. Traditionally they all spend Mother's Day doting over Claudia, aka, Joanie's precious Ganma (a toddler mispronunciation turned official familial title). But this year Dustin was far too busy with work to take time off, let alone a weekend plus a few days, so Claudia took it upon herself to travel to them. And, with Nancy and Robin back in Hawkins visiting Karen Wheeler, Eddie was left with Steve and Joanie in the city for Mother's Day weekend.

In hindsight, he should have called up Wayne to come for a fun-filled Pa-centric weekend instead.

Joanie walks over to the couch expecting an answer.

"Oh, uh. No, honey," he splutters, "Dad is calling his mom."

His daughter frowns, "Oh."

Yeah, kid. 'Oh' is an understatement.

Eddie pats the empty space next to him and Joanie reaches up with grabby hands, wanting uppies. He obliges.

Joanie fiddles with the buttons on the front of her unicorn-patterned onesie, lost in thought for a long while before cutting the silence with a heartbreaking, "He'll be happier when we call Ganma."

Eddie reaches for his notebook, deciding on writing his mom a verse about this blessing of a kid.

Steve soon comes back, hanging up the phone without a word and sets about making lunch. Eddie quickly scoops up Joanie and plops her on the floor to resume her colouring.

"Steve?" he asks tentatively as he practically tiptoes to the kitchen.

"What?" Steve snaps, tone biting.

He fusses with the twist tie at the top of their loaf of bread, not really committing to any of the sandwich-making efficiency he typically possesses.

"We could go out for lunch?" Eddie suggests, immediately regretting it.

"What, so we can see everyone celebrating Mother's Day? Even though my mom hates me? I shouldn't have done that... Idiot... Stupid."

Steve shakes his head.

"Sweetheart."

"I'm sorry," he whispers, voice throaty and strained, "Today is worse for you. I just set myself up to be upset."

He looks up, teary-eyed.

Eddie chops his hand through the air between them, insistent, "Completely difference circumstances, Stevie," he takes his hand and tugs, "Come sit down, I'll make us some lunch in a bit, yeah?"

They turn to exit the kitchen and are faced with Joanie, clutching her colouring book to her chest while Blondie and a surprisingly not lost Meatloaf circle her feet.

"Can we call Ganma now?"

Okay, so this kid is absolutely a precious little bean, a blessing who is the light of Eddie and Steve's lives in ways they can barely articulate sometimes.

But she often lacks the ability to read the room as she escorts her battalion of cats around the apartment.

Eddie could blame the sheer amount of time Joanie spends with Robin 'I Don't Have A Strong Grasp of Social Cues' Buckley, but he knows he is the exact goddamn same.

Steve pinches his nose before removing his glasses to rub at his eyes, "Yeah, baby, we can call Ganma."

He recovers enough to check his watch, needing to extend his arm almost fully to see it. Meanwhile, Eddie quickly shoos Joanie back to the living room as he picks up the phone.

They let Joanie take the reins, watching on from the couch as she excitedly recounts her week at preschool to Claudia (and she spoils the gift they had bought that is currently in transit while she's at it).

Eddie feels Steve sinks down in his seat and lean into his side.

"You wanna talk about it?" Eddie asks, trying to remain casual by doodling in the margins of his now-finished poem.

"Maybe later," Steve breathes heavily.

"We aren't doing this again, staying here. We'll at least see Wayne for the weekend."

Before Steve can argue, Joanie is waving the phone in Steve's face. He takes it and sniffles.

"Happy Mother's Day, Claudia," he says, clearing his throat, "I love you."

Whatever Claudia says in return, it's enough to make Steve smile.

more of this informal au HERE

[currymanganese]

I'm not a sydcarmy shipper but why do you think they should be together? I'm a sydluca shipper rn.

is it okay if i dm you some of my old meta when i have the time? 😭 this season/carmy in particular among other things was intensely maddening to me but i really do think that syd and carmy have significant feelings for each other and in their most harmonious moments have electric chemistry (thank you JAW and Ayo) despite their respective mental and emotional (carmy especially, hoo boy! whew chile, the ghetto!) hangups - and that they can build a loving, stable, and fulfilling relationship together someday IF given the opportunities by the writers to have the healing and character development that is needed for them to do so in a convincing and realistic way

also as sweet as their interactions were, and as much as i want syd to be with someone calm and respectful who is not verbally abusive and is polite - imo - i still think lucus (marcus and luca's ship name) had better chemistry to me, sorry. sydluca is cute but the chemistry is not firing on all cylinders to me considering i've only seen their interactions in one episode thus far. maybe i'll jump ship to sydluca someday if I see more of their interactions in the future, but I highly doubt it. 😭

p.s. here's three of my old Sydcarmy edits from post s2 in the interim until I wrangle my old Sydcarmy meta text posts (I first started to do fan edits / gifs / fanfic because of sydcarmy - at its best their dynamic is THAT compelling to me - I hyperfixated on them so bad that I did almost 30 fanvid edits for them up on my channel within a six month period after season 2 dropped - will be waiting until I see what the writers do in season 4 to decide if i want to do fan edits for them ever again though) ❤️

[melodiesofmidnight]

My favourite part of Phantom of the Paradise is that Beef takes the time between being threatened by Winslow and running for his life to draw a new design on his cheek

[bougiebutchbinch]

anyway shout out to the literal 5 people still reading and commenting on Fist In The Air 😭😭😭

I keep thinking I'm gonna give up because this fic has such small reach compared to my usual longfics and I literally only publish fanfic for comments - hence why I have masses of unpublished fic that I don't think would reach a big audience on my drive, which is for me and me alone lmao

I'm pivoting back to original novels and losing my interest as there's such a small interactive audience. But I'm strongly considering uploading the last two chapters for you 5 people lol. Literally all that's keeping me going on this odyssey.

So, uh. Shout out to the people who actually comment on AO3? You guys are the real ones.