#im so proud of these two
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teen angst AFO throwing a tantrum cuz things arent going his way while bakugo blasting his face saying "im your final boss" is such a peak concept
also the image of the 2nd user, like bakugo giving him full on flashbacks to this man, its SO funny to me😭
then him saying hes there when deku isnt able to do it on his own
also he looks absolutely insane in this panel 😭
#im so proud of these two#bakudeku#are being fed another line#yll rlly stay fed#cbm im a jjk fan :(#mha leaks#bnha leaks#mha 405#bnha 405#spoilers#bnha bakugo katsuki#katsuki bakugo#bakugo katsuki#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugou#mha bakugou
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they should've hugged!!
#art#mha#bkdk#bakudeku#dynadeku#mha manga spoilers#bnha#listen he saw his friend dead on the ground idk why they arent hugging the shit out of one another out of pure relief they survived the war#i always wanted these two to hug and im sad we'll probably never see that#shout out to queerplatonic bkdk btw#they make me so happy anyways again im so proud of bakugo#thank you mha for carrying me through high school + college :>
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more werewolf au ft. jovier!
#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#john marston#javier escuella#werewolf au#jovier#im so proud of that john mid transformation tbh#the bottom two are actually older i just havent posted them yet lmao#my art
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this is now my roman empire
"ollie, are you with us?" "ah- i see my team!! but i don't know where… ah, i see them there!!! 😁😁"
#the prema family ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ i love this so much#love them all#ollie my cutest baby :( im so proud already#but also so nervous for the race aaaaa#at least he looks less nervous than yesterday!!! 🫶#f1#formula 1#formula one#f2#formula two#formula 2#ollie bearman#prema racing#ferrari driver academy#scuderia ferrari#ferrari racing#jeddah gp 2024#jeddah 2024
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the Curtis gang as little itty bitty cats
#the outsiders#the outsiders fanart#im so proud of these cuties i drew#i wanna hug and cuddle with these guys so much#why tf did i draw dally with a big ass head#ponyboy curtis#johnny cade#dallas winston#darry curtis#sodapop curtis#steve randle#two bit mathews#cat drawing#artists on deviantart#artists on tumblr
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Moiraine laughed and hugged Siuan. She could not help it. She truly had come home. They had come home.
—New Spring, Robert Jordan
#moiraine damodred#moiraine sedai#siuan sanche#wheel of time#the wheel of time#wot#rosamund pike#sophie okonedo#new spring#wot book spoilers#femalescharacters#wlwedit#wlwgif#dailytvwomen#otpsource#femalegifsource#romancegifs#wlwsource#ladiesofcinema#femaledaily#userotp#cinemapix#televisiongifs#tevedit#making this was so tiring but im proud of myself for doing it!!!!!#I just love these two so much#they are each other's home!!!!#we all agree that new spring is the best wot book#myedits
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lando norris x let it all out (10:05)
#lando norris#f1#yeah im posting a first win edit two months on. what abt it#ln#mine.vid#vid#im actually like. so beyond proud of this...#thank u to k mecachrome for her incredible help#mine
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revstar emu save me
#please watch revue starlight#project sekai#pjsk#prsk#emu otori#proseka#Im so mad i wrote 8 million tags stream of consciousness style and then aposted this to the weong account#im not rewriting all that. you get NOTHING.#actually i will say again i have no idea why this kind of blee up on twit please WATCH TEVUE STAKRIGHTBTNGL#i KNOW 4 thiusand of you did not watch it Watch revue starlight Do not speak of yuri unless you partske in the revue#sorry. anyways#the jist of it was ahh the assignments -> making cosplay -> might post it here if i can take a bice photo for once in my life#because im proud of it. as mortifying as it is.#my best friend is cosplaying an im the clown Two lesbians walk into the metro convention centre(is that where toronto comicon is????)#Oh right i was thinking of making little drswings of pjsk charas or at least exs and printing them out in bulk on a dheet of paper#and coloring them in w markers and giving them to people at the pjsk meetup or vendors i get merch from..#i thought itd be fun. Also i swear to god i have a sheet of like MAGNET paper somewhere i want to make people emu magnets#Ok i fucking for real have to go to sleep i have to get up for class in 5 hours. wuit your college join my emo(daily affirmations)
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Puzzleshipping: "You gave me your heart, you know..." [Insp.]
❕ Please do not repost to any other sites ❕
#rts super duper appreciated on this one because. holy shit#this took me more than two weeks and i need other people to stare at it with me#it was so fun to do tho#a lot of work but i learned some fun tricks with gimp and stuff#and im like stupid fucking proud of this i wont even lie#im really glad i decided to try this trend because this is by far the best edit ive ever made#i wanna make more like this style i just need to find the right audios for it#i dont want to do dangerously yours audios all the time yknow?#but this was good for puzzle#ok ill shut up now#puzzleshipping#yugi mutou#yugi muto#atem#yami yugi#yugioh#ygo#my edits#devo speaks
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✦ Tfw your killer AI gets himself stuck in fucking orbit, somehow still manages to be a nuisance ✦
I've had this idea in mind for a few years and finally drew it, but since I've missed doing actual comic pages and I really wanted to start messing with more creative paneling I thought I'd use it as an excuse to experiment instead of just doing a little strip like usual >:] so enjoy this shitpost in 4k ultra HD edition
#windyart#comic#the hollowridge disaster#knife#adriel#TEEHEE.... DOING LEGIT COMIC PAGES LETS GOOOOO#im actually so fucking proud of this my dudes like for fucking real !! hello!!!! i drew this with my own two hands!!!#and i didnt use my usual workflow I just made some shit up!! :D feels good!!!!!#if i ever did a legit HR comic it would probably look rly similar to this i think. i love the aesthetic very much#im probably gonna try and do my comique shitposts this way for a while bc i wanna practice paneling and such. its more of a time investment#but also its an investment nontheless!!#anyway i hope you enjoy this i hope you find it as funny as i do MWAH
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[Story "One Who Is Loved By All" is continuing its storytelling.]
#please open in fullscreen for the best experience!#combining my two obsessions: origami and orv :)#PLS GIVE THIS LOVE IM SO TIRED AND SLEEPY AND PROUD#orv#orv spoilers#orv fanart#my art#kim dokja#lee sookyung#lee jihye#kim namwoon#uriel orv#lee hyunsung#yoo joonghyuk#orv novel spoilers#orv epilogue spoilers
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i saw them in the cookbook pages and Immediately thought of this meme:
#barnaby: this is so nice. just me and my buddy whipping up a tasty treat#wally: *having six simultaneous crises*#anyway. huh?#this was a pain to scribble and i Dont Know Why#i had to redraw barnaby's face literally five times#but im trying to Expand my skillset by attempting more backgrounds#or background adjacent things... Props!#im very proud of the counter & flower vase off to the side!#and uh. Filters! those as well. i wanted to make this look somewhat like its aged...#scribble garnish#welcome home#welcome home puppet show#man. these two. squeezes them#halloween update made me love them all the more#name a better pair of best friendsssss you canttttttt#they are Top Tier and i hope they get torn apart one way or another#you see i live for the drama the pain the agony the devastation#i see my favorites and i want them to Hurt.#anyway thinking about them baking together melts my stony heart#theyre bonding 🥺#oh man why is that emoji So Fucking Detailed on my laptop. its scaring me. kill it kill it kill it
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there are twice as many stars as usual
#painting pottery#i did this today#im so proud of myself#aimsey painting#two headed calf#my favourite piece of writing
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seasonal art?? from me?? more likely than you think
bonus transparents because i actually committed to drawing them all in full and that deserves to be commended
zombie, headless horseman, and TV head, if you care. you can make guesses as to why :)
#look at my mipys noooowwwwww#kostik draws#sou hiyori#shin tsukimi#midori yttd#your turn to die#yttd#kimi ga shine#fanart#im happy with this. its so cute. yaaayyy#im especially proud of tv head shin lmao. i feel so smart for it. every time i look at him i smile#original draft had shadow sou as the grim reaper but i couldnt fit him in the composition ... know he is there in spirit#edit: colours fixed!!!!!!! cant believe i missed those two spots#so sorry to my most beloveds who reblogged the original version. or not. ive decided having the miscoloured one is like an early fan ticket
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Something something about rebelling against the predetermined roles given to you by switching places. About muddying the waters of your archetypes until you can't tell whos who anymore. Idk man i just like drawing these two posed up
#this is like my 8th chapter 5 oumota drawing and there will be more im obsessed with them#danganronpa#my art#art#avis's doodles#drv3#kokichi ouma#kaito momota#kokichi oma#oumota#i love kaitos lil smirk. when theres so much pressure to be the perfect hero character it-#mustve been a little freeing to be the villain for once#i think kaitos head is too big but its fineeeee#drv3 chapter 5#i also was so proud when i figured out the arrow in the arm as a replacement for the pipe thing#I thought that was cool#i have never been very passionate about ships. maybe waylon and miles from outlast but even then#and then my two favorite characters in drv3 got super freaky and murdery together and it was like- i get it now#i get it
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It's summer for you, winter for me. Warm me up with strawberry fluff! As always, my muse, your muse, the one and only, Eddie.
Midsummer's night, because I don't have a lot to inspire you with. I'm thinking something cute but weird? Maybe some human body softness where Eddie is a bit of a freak and we love him for it. And we're told our bodies are lovely, even when they're doing weird shit.
I lalalove youuuuu. xo Rhi
RHI!!!! <3 i adore you. thank you for this prompt - i had far too many ideas for it, but ended up on settling for this one, which coincidentally feels like the most subtle of them all? either way, it definitely turned out being the softest. give me an eddie munson who just wants to sniff me like a dog. this definitely got a bit long but i hope you enjoy, my dear <3
the smell of you
warnings: weirdos in love? idk. i have a skewed sense of what is actually weird i think. mentions of death and coffins jokingly. eddie 'manhandles' reader sort of. not edited.
wc: 2.2k+
come enjoy a sweet summer treat with me <3
“Eddie?”
The entire apartment is quiet – too quiet – as you drop your keys into the old crystal bowl on the counter. The clink resonates through the air, louder than the soft murmur of the stereo static you can hear from down the hall.
“You dead?” you call out again, slipping off your running shoes and tossing down your headphones onto the counter as well now, “Do I need to call the coroner?”
Your tone is lilted, teasing with airiness as you continue to wander deeper into the apartment and head straight for the room you know Eddie has to be in. Like the waves pulled by the moon, there’s an incessant string tied around one end of your soul that connects you to his, and you follow it all the way down the hallway. The bedroom door is wide open, and you can hear his mumbled yell of a response without clarity before you even cross the threshold.
You wouldn’t have even needed him to verbally respond to find him in this tiny apartment. You two could get separated on the streets of a bustling city, of a buzzing New York sidewalk, and you still wouldn’t properly lose him. It’s more than just soul ties and his gravity that keeps you pulled to him.
Something unspoken. Something homely.
“Sorry, what was that?” you hum as you spy him face-down in the bed, pillow muting him by the mouthful, “Say it one more time, and this time not into the pillow.”
When he finally properly turns over, he’s a vision. Sleep lines folded into his skin and a bit of drool in the corner of his mouth, eyes squinting in irritation not at you but the sunlight flooding in through the bedroom window. Messy hair, messy shirt, messy everything. A kind of mess you just want to collapse into currently, curling up in all that he is from the day’s exhaustion.
He’d mentioned wanting to take a nap before you’d left for the gym. Something about the summer heat draining him, trailing off as he’d rambled about how he’d probably thrive as a vampire.
“I said,” he huffs, sitting up, the frizz of his hair becoming a makeshift halo, “If you call the coroner, request the comfiest coffin possible.”
“Why do you need a comfy coffin if you’re already dead?”
“You dare deny me of being buried in tempurpedic memory foam? In my hour of need?”
You roll your eyes as you huff out a little laugh, forcing yourself to turn away from him long enough to strip out of your socks. But just as you reach down for the pieces of clothing, you catch sight of the source of that stereo static flooding the room.
Your shared record player, spinning a blood red pressing of one of your more recent vinyl purchases. The album has been played through, but the player no longer had an automatic stop mechanism, probably from years of use.
The center of the record is probably scratched, and Eddie knows it, from how sheepish he looks when you glance over your shoulder at him.
“Speaking of death,” you walk over quickly, purposefully, before carefully lifting the needle and cutting the static finally, “Care to explain why you’re burning scratches into my Momento Mori vinyl?”
“I’m sorry,” he quickly apologizes, nearly flinging himself off the bed as he scooches quickly to the end, clearly fully awake now, “I put it on and thought I’d just lay down for a quick second, but then the bed was so comfy, and I thought it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick nap, and then…” he trails off, looking up at you through his lashes with big eyes already pleading for forgiveness, “I’ll buy you a new one. Swear it.”
It’s impossible to be mad at him when he’s looking like this, inhumanely soft and easily forgiven, “You’re lucky you’re cute, or you really would be dead.”
He doesn’t respond with words, but instead the outstretch of his hands, fingers flexing as he beckons to you. The needle rests on its perch, the vinyl left behind to gather dust for a few extra moments, as you go straight to him.
When his palms slip beneath your old t-shirt and meet your skin, they’re pleasantly warm.
“You were right,” you admit as his knees spread, delegating even more room for you to stand in front of him as your hand wanders to cradle the side of his face, fingers tangling in sweaty curls from his rest. Your thumb mimics his on your own skin instinctively, tracing a large arch right up over his cheekbone, “It’s hot as balls outside.”
“Told you so,” he murmurs, smiling softly in satisfaction as he leans lazily into your touch.
“You did,” you agree quietly, half-entranced by his relaxed face, no sight of pride in the room currently.
He resembles a cat as he continues to preen under your gentle hand, and you almost expect him to start purring right before you find the strength to pull away, removing his hands from where they'd wandered to your lower back.
One swipe of his finger along your sweaty spine, and you’d remembered what your original intentions had been immediately upon getting home.
“Wai- Where are you going?” he’s seemingly brought back down to Earth the moment he loses the pattern your thumb had been tracing, the press of your fingertips into his scalp. When he reaches back out to latch onto you again, you take a step back, “Get back here-”
“I need to shower,” you laugh, shaking your head and smacking his hands away as he continues to barter, “I’m all sweaty and smelly, let me go clean up and then we can nap togeth-”
“You can shower after we nap,” he nearly whines, finally catching your shirt between his fingers and tugging, uncaring for if he stretches the fabric. A small price to pay to have you close to him, “C’mon, sweetheart. I know you’re just as exhausted as I am.”
You swear you meant to take another step backwards, but somehow, you end up back between his knees, “Did you not hear me, Munson? I stink.”
“Good.”
He doesn’t give you any time to react – in an instant, he’s throwing his face forward, burying it against your stomach as you let out a gasp and immediately try to pry him away with far too gentle of hands in his hair.
“Eddie!”
If it were anyone else, you’d probably be mortified. But Eddie just takes a dramatic deep breath in, nose buried just shy of your belly button, and when his shoulders start to shake with muted laughter, you can’t stop the smile from breaking. Your fingers are still twisted in his hair, still pulling back in an attempt to get him away from you, but he’s resilient.
And all your faux resistance is weak in comparison. Soon enough, you’re back to melting into him.
Only once you’re relaxed once more, no sign of trying to pull away again any time soon as his hands once more evade the space beneath your shirt to wander up and down your sticky skin without a care in the world, does he lift his face away from you long enough to breathe and speak, “I’ll have you know – I love your stink.”
“Shut up.”
“I’m serious.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“I’m your idiot.”
The game of banter is cut short when he goes back to pressing his nose into your clothes that surely can’t smell good. No amount of deodorant or perfume could erase that underlying stench of sweat. Hell, the shirt is still a bit moist from it all: from the walk to the gym, from your workout itself, from the walk home. It’d been through the ringer, and you’re back to tugging him away from you.
“I refuse to believe you like how gross I smell right now,” you reinforce, eyes darting towards the bathroom connected to your master bedroom, “I promise I’ll be quick with the shower.”
“Baby,” he fights back, wrapping his arms around you securely, no intention of losing this battle, “You remember that time we went to the fair, and you were complaining about how you were sweating, so I tried to lick your face?”
Your nose scrunches quickly at the memory, “I do, unfortunately.”
“You really think I’d be willing to lick the sweat off your body but be afraid of you smelling a little bad while we cuddle?” his shoulders drop as he looks up at you, head tilted, almost as if amused with the conversation, “What kind of man do you take me for?”
“The kind that gets off on annoying me.”
His jaw drops, putting on a fake look of offense before he dramatically throws himself back onto the bed, laying flat as he makes a fist to mimic stabbing his chest, “You wound me.”
You’ve heard those words a thousand times in a hundred different ridiculous voices. You’ve seen this scene enough to have it mesmerized at this point, down to the over-exaggerated pout of his lips and the lingering of the fist against his sternum.
You never grow tired of it. You never will.
“Need me to kiss it better?” you joke as you prop a knee up on the bed, following the same script as always.
And he hits his queue perfectly when he lifts his head eagerly at the expected response, wiggling his brows a bit. “Absolutely. Doctor’s orders, in fact.”
“Great,” you see an opportunity, and take it, “I’ll get right to it, after my showe-”
You don’t even get the final syllable of the word off your tongue before he’s clenching his thighs around your own, knees pressing hard before he wraps his legs the rest of the way around your waist to pull you in. A squeak of surprise leaves your lips as you begin to fall forward, but Eddie is quick to break the fall with ease. Catching you with his eager hands, maneuvering for you to half drop to the mattress while some of you still lands atop of him.
He has you right where he wants you, turning his head to be face to face with you, noses nearly brushing, “Unfortunately, the doc said you have to kiss it better now, or else you’ll be comfy coffin shopping.”
“A fatal wound?” you gasp, nearly mocking him. It doesn’t offend him – if anything, his boyish grin only grows wider, “First, I’m smelly-”
“Again, I like when you’re smelly.”
“-And then I inflict a fatal wound upon my lover? Oh, how dare I.”
Slowly, all your insecurity of how you currently smell is simply fading. The entire ordeal has become an art of childlike, whimsical jokes – and Eddie is an artist. A professional at the dance, locked and loaded with his incomparable skill set equipped for disarming you this way. The ability to make someone feel loved, imperfections and weirdness aside.
He likes you, even when you claim you don’t smell your best. And you like him, even when his hair is tangled beyond recognition and one of his socks is half-hanging off his foot from a nap.
You like him when he’s embarrassing you in public, tongue chasing after you with the threat of licking your sweat away, and he likes you when all you can do in response is a weak palm to his chest (that isn’t even making an effort to push him away) as you giggle relentlessly.
You like each other on the good days, the bad days, the weird days.
Disarmed entirely, you don’t even notice when his face conveniently slots itself far too close to your armpit as you two scooch further up into the bed. You’re more occupied with the way your legs tangle up, toeing each other’s socks off properly as he slings a heavy arm across your torso.
“We’re gonna have to wash the sheets,” you mumble, exhaustion catching up as the two of you finally settle.
He hums absentmindedly, nuzzling into your skin a bit further as he makes himself comfortable. “And wash away your sweet, sweet stink? I don’t think so, sweetheart.”
“Oh, fuck off,” you laugh, unbothered as your fingers start to trail up and down his back over the t-shirt, smoothing out wrinkles along the way, “I’m serious. We need to change them soon anyways, I think I got crumbs in the bed the other night with those crackers.”
“Bury me in the crumbs of all your midnight snacks,” he almost slurs, clearly drifting back off.
You snort in response, relaxing and letting your own eyes shut. Matching all your deep breaths with his own, a million different last words crossing your mind to whisper to the boy you’re sure is once again asleep.
I love you.
I adore you.
I would like to spend the rest of my life with you, if you’ll have me.
And maybe some of those unspoken thoughts slip out without you realizing, because he squeezes you just a little bit tighter, presses his face just a little bit deeper into your skin as his scruff tickles you.
The only actual thought you can know for certain that you say, though, is, “Do you think they actually make coffins with memory foam inside?”
To your surprise, even despite the almost-snores that had been escaping him, he answers in a heartbeat.
“Oh, definitely. We’ll order two.”
#ghost's stories#summertime sweetness#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fluff#stranger things#peep me making fun of myself in there about the way i constantly like to write him doing the whole mock stabbing himself thing#i just want to find me an eddie munson to be so comfortable with that afternoons like this would be a regular thing ya know#give me a man who likes my stink#a man who offers to order us matching tempurpedic coffins#i don't think that's how you spell that word if i'm being completely honest#it's canon in my head the two of you would go 'coffin shopping' just cause you both wanna know what it's like to lay in one#also in my process of brainstorming and writing this i realized i really do not understand the concept of being weird because#halfway through writing this#i questioned if it was even weird/weird enough?#this doesn't feel weird to me this just feels like the normal progression of getting comfortable in a relationship#it was this or eddie being unbothered by sounds of indigestion or however you spell it#ANYWAYS im rambling my bad <3#i hope i made you proud rhi!! <3
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