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#˚₊‧꒰ა 𝕻𝖗1𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘𝕶1𝖙𝖙𝖞 ໒꒱ ‧₊#negativity#positivity#you are protected babies ✨#I DO believe in sending back#the negative ass energy sent#from the sender#that shit will BOUNCE back to em#immediately 😅#they wonder why their life#is fucked up#stop trying to destroy people#why do that#when you can#water your own custom garden#🌹 🌸 🌺 🌻🌷🌼🪷🪻#let’s be peaceful beautiful fairies#mkay?
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🎣lure me in, baby!
#knitting#wip#knitblr#pattern is Lure Me In on Ravelry🐠#all of this started because I reblogged a photo set of fishing lures on here and immediately was taken aback by the sheer amount of fishing#wordplay there is out there. like. reel me in here if I get carried away. catch and release me if nothing else. i'll never stop baiting you#anyways! fun details! a return of the fibonacci spaced waves on the sleeves my signature fav. stitches that look like fish along the raglan#and fishing lure colorwork designed by yours truly who has only been fishing once in her life and was ultimately just as thrilled digging u#worms for bait because I sure as heck didn’t have sick fishing lures like these😅#fish art
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✨ MATT MURDOCK'S LOVE LANGUAGE ✨
Forehead Touch
Neck choking
Caressing
Sensual touching
Hair pulling
#daredevil#matt murdock#charlie cox#happy valentine's day 💞✨#valentines day#it kinda escalated immediately from a wholesome forehead touch lol 😅
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Me turning on the mandalorian after finishing the bad batch episode
#it's fine#im fine#everythings fine#*starts bawling*#spoiler warning#you guys mayday just died a preventable death because of empire neglect and malice and discrimination#and then i turn on the mandalorian and am immediately greeted by fireworks and a fun scene with peli#come on ny tears haven't even dried yet!#but seriously i love the mandalorian to pieces#the tone switch is just a little jarring though 😅#im still grieving ya know!#mayday deserved so much better 😭😭😭#and im so scared for crosshair#the bad batch#the mandalorian#star wars#disney#tbb spoilers#the bad batch spoilers#tbb
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please stop more ineffable bureaucracy hcs 😭
MUAHAAHA gabriel kept his jim mug and miracled bee their own matching one 🤗🪰🕊️💕
#excuse the sloppy anatomy plss i make all of these doodles immediately when i read an ask 😅#good omens#good omens 2#archangel gabriel#lord beelzebub#boxfly#ineffable bureaucracy#my art
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There's a story about a healer MC and Leith on my Patreon now, a concept slice of something I hope to develop while I get my bearings together after leaving my partner in the middle of the night, and find an apartment before it gets too cold to live in the vacation house I'm in right now. Once I have the funds to move, I will also get my stationary PC back, which means I can get back to finalizing ouroboros book 1!
If you want, you can join any paid tier to access the story, and watch the story unfold each week, see where I take it. If you join the $10 tier, there's a backlog of ouro smut to read too! >:3
Thank you to anyone who helps me through this tough time, through Kofi or Patreon or by just being here. You're in my heart locket forever.
#ouroboros-if#interactive fiction#if you have any questions don't hesitate to send them! ill try to get to them as soon as possible#right now im also working two part time jobs translating and doing customer service 😅 so i am running around like a wild thing#but ill make sure to stay online tonight if anything falls into my inbox to answer immediately!#hopefully this is just a transitory period fingers crossed#and thank you. thank you so much to those of you who have already supported me both monetarily and emotionally.I couldn't do this without u#i have just about half of the deposit i need and the showing of the apartment is on friday!! lets hope I get it!!!
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It Sure Felt Nice When He Was Holding My Hand
Steve had finally managed to escape.
His mom was holding one of her parties again, a "summer soiree" as she called it, so she'd dressed him in pressed khakis and a butter yellow button-down shirt and "Oh the cutest little blue bow tie, Steven, don't you just look darling? Now come say hi to mommy's friends."
He hated bow ties. He always felt like he was suffocating with one around his neck.
He hated his mom's parties. They made him feel like he was suffocating, too.
So the second he saw a chance to leave, he took it. One of their neighbors had walked in with her new baby and his mother made a big production of cooing over the little girl; Steve rolled his eyes - she hated babies, Steve knew, because she always told him how messy babies were and how much she'd hated cleaning the messes he made as a baby. But, not one to waste an opportunity, the moment she looked the other way, he had raced out the back door into the woods, running as fast as his little eight year old legs could go. He ripped the bow tie off and dropped it in the yard behind him as he crossed into the line of trees.
Which brought him to now. Wandering in the woods, farther than he ever had before. He could hear the burble of a creek ahead, and it drew him on like a moth to a flame. He wanted to splash around in the water and mud, splatter it all over his pristine clothes, even though he would get in trouble for it later. He would already be in trouble for running off, what was a few more minutes added to the lecture?
But at the edge of the trees, he stopped short. Someone was already there, kneeling next to a little rowboat bobbing in the water.
Steve couldn't see their face, just that they were wearing faded jeans and big boots with the laces undone and an old two-sizes too big blue flannel shirt and they had dark brown curls just grazing the edges of their shoulders. He watched for a moment as they seemed to lay something into the boat. Tilted his head, trying to see what it was.
"What are you doing?" Steve asked, breaking the quiet murmur of the woods.
The person whirled around, hands coming up defensively, flowers scattering over the ground, and now Steve could see it was a boy, probably about his age. He had the biggest brown eyes Steve had ever seen. Right now, they were opened wide, startled at Steve's sudden appearance.
"Sorry!" he apologized quickly. "I didn't mean to scare you."
The other boy's shoulders dropped as he relaxed. "It's okay, just didn't think anyone else was out here," he told Steve, sending him a quick smile. Something about it made Steve want to smile back.
For a moment they just looked at each other.
"So, what are you doing?" Steve asked again, trying to peer around the other boy to the boat.
The boy glanced behind him, then turned back to Steve and his grin turned mischievous. "I'm having my funeral," he announced.
Steve just blinked at him. "Your... your funeral?" he asked, baffled. "But you're -"
"Dead," the boy assured him with a solemn nod.
Steve giggled and the other boy looked pleased at his reaction.
"Wanna help me pick more flowers?" he asked and Steve nodded, dropping to his knees, not caring about the grass stains he would surely now have on his pants, and gathering the little yellow blooms into his hands.
They worked in silence for awhile, until Steve asked, "So why are you having your funeral in a boat instead of being buried?" He was pretty sure most funerals involved graves and dirt, not boats and flowers.
"For the symbolism!" the boy declared, throwing his arms wide. Steve scrunched his nose, not sure what he meant by that. The boy peered at him from the corner of his eye, then whispered, "I don't really know what that means, but it sounded important."
Steve giggled again. "You're weird," he said.
Despite the fondness in his tone, those big brown eyes seemed to shutter and grow dim, the other boy shrinking into himself at Steve's words. Hastily, he assured him, "Not, like, bad weird. Good weird. Like, cool weird. Fun weird."
That earned him a wide grin and a shoulder bump.
"So how did you die?" Steve asked, leaning back on his hands and watching as the boy artfully placed both their bunches of flowers around the pillow already inside the boat.
"Carrots," the boy said seriously.
"Carrots???"
"Carrots," he nodded. "They're evil. And my wicked uncle made me eat them for lunch. So I died." He shrugged, as if dying from carrot ingestion was just a casual, every day experience.
Steve bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing again, mimicking the other boy's solemnity. "Ah, I see."
They both glanced at each other out of the corners of their eyes, bursting into snickers when their eyes met.
"Okay," the boy said, standing and dusting off his knees, not that it did much for the grass and mud clinging to the denim. "Hold the boat while I get in."
Steve moved to kneel on the muddy creek bank, grabbing the side of the rowboat and keeping it steady while his new friend stepped in and settled down with his head on the pillow. The boat rocked a little as he did, water splashing up onto Steve's shirt, but he ignored it, not letting go until the other boy had stopped moving. He sat back and brushed his hands off.
"Now what?" he whispered after a moment of silence.
"Now... I guess we sit and be sad?" the boy answered, sounding unsure and giggling quietly. He flung a hand up to his forehead dramatically, declaring, "Alas, poor me, we knew me well!" Then he wrapped his hands around a flower and laid them on his chest with his eyes closed.
Steve laughed at the dramatics, then pulled his knees up to his chest and, also closing his eyes, sat quietly for a while. He listened to the wind in the trees, to the birds chirping around them, to the bubble and splash of the water flowing around the boat.
Steve opened his eyes and stared down at the boy in the boat. His curls were spread over the flowers, eyes closed, hands clasped on his chest, and Steve sighed faux-mournfully. "I wish you weren't dead. You're funny."
The boy pursed his lips, considering. "I could, maybe, be brought back to life. If I got a kiss from a handsome prince." He cracked an eyelid open, peering at Steve. "That's you, by the way," he whispered loudly.
Steve giggled yet again. "Me? A handsome prince?"
The boy nodded, some of the flowers tangling in his curls as he jostled them. "The handsomest," he said, before closing his eyes again.
Steve considered him for a moment. He looked at the creek at his feet, then down at his not-so-clean-anymore clothes, then shrugged and stepped into the water to stand next to the boat, feeling it rise to about his waist. Resting his hands on the side of the boat, he leaned over, bringing his face very close to the other boy's. For a second, he just stopped there, feeling the other boy's breath hit his cheek.
Then he kissed him on the nose.
The other boy laughed aloud, a ringing, joyful sound that Steve thought might just be the best thing he'd ever heard. His eyes popped open and he stared at Steve, eyes sparkling, dimples framing his grin.
Steve grinned back. "So. Did it work? Are you alive again?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah," his friend answered, "Definitely." He bit his lip and seemed to be thinking about something.
Steve waited.
"You wanna get in the boat, too?" the boy finally asked and Steve was clambering inside before he even finished his question. His movements rocked the boat from side to side and they both laughed as they held on and settled next to each other, staring up at the clouds.
Steve tried to concentrate on the cloudy pictures the boy next to him was pointing out in the sky. But he could feel a hand brushing against his own and he wondered what it would feel like to hold it. He had only ever held his mom's hand to cross the street and Carol's while they ran away from Tommy when they played tag at school. Maybe it would be different, holding a boy's hand. There was only one way to find out.
He wrapped his fingers around the other boy's.
The boy paused his detailed description of a dragon he could see in the clouds, turning his head to look at Steve. Then he smiled, a small, secret smile that felt like it was just for Steve. Steve smiled back. Tangling their fingers more tightly together, they both looked back up at the sky.
Steve wasn't sure how long they lay there, talking about the clouds and the trees and their favorite places in Hawkins, but when the sun started to set, he sighed.
"I have to go home now."
The other boy nodded. "Yeah, I should go, too. My uncle is probably worried about me."
Steve grinned at him. "Not such a wicked uncle, after all?"
The boy rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. "Nah, he's pretty great, actually. Aside from making me eat carrots."
He said the last word so viciously that Steve couldn't help his laughter.
"He even said he'd start teaching me to play guitar tonight!"
"That's so cool!" Steve said. Decided not to say that all he'd get when he got home was a lecture.
The boy climbed out of the boat first, then turned to help Steve. For a moment, they just stood silently, smiling at each other. "Well, I'll see you around!" the boy says brightly, starting to walk down the creek, pulling the boat along with a rope.
"Yeah, see you," Steve answered, turning to his path home. He got a few steps away before he realized something and ran back to the clearing by the creek. "Hey, wait, what's your na - " he started to ask, but the boy had already disappeared into the trees. Steve sighed and walked away with his hands shoved into his pockets.
That night, Steve lay in bed, ears still ringing from the very loud thirty minute lecture his dad had given him when he showed up, muddy and grass stained and an hour late for dinner. He stared up at the ceiling, wondering if that afternoon had maybe been a dream. But in his mind's eye, he could see the clouds drifting past and he swore he could still feel the other boy's fingers tangled with his own. He closed his eyes and smiled. He knew he'd spend the rest of the summer locked indoors, his dad had promised that; knew if he even so much as glanced at the woods, he'd get another lecture. But it was all worth it, he decided, as he carefully tucked the memory of that afternoon and the boy with the big brown eyes and curly hair away into a safe corner of his mind.
In the fall, he looked for his friend at school, but only succeeded in meeting a girl a year younger than him, Nancy, when he mistook her brown curls for the ones he was looking for.
By the time middle school rolled around, that afternoon at the creek had been shoved so far to the back of his memory that he didn't even look twice at the strange new kid with the buzz cut, no matter how familiar his brown eyes looked from across the cafeteria.
And then high school and the Upside Down and new friends and new terrors and a morning at work interrupted by two of his munchkins desperate to prove a friend's innocence.
Which is how he found himself staring into the biggest brown eyes he'd ever seen for the first time in over a decade.
"Carrots!" Steve all but shouted as the shock of recognition began to wear off, heedless of the sharp glass at his throat. Eddie flinched back as the others stared in confused silence.
"What?" Eddie asked, baffled.
"You died because your uncle made you eat carrots. You had a funeral in a rowboat and - "
Eddie's wide brown eyes went impossibly wider at Steve's words. He cut Steve off, lowering the bottle as a shy grin crept over his face, warring with the terror still present in his stance. "And a handsome prince brought me back to life."
"It is you!" Steve beamed. Eddie beamed back, his shoulders relaxing, and Steve felt the insane urge to kiss the tip of his nose just as he had all those years ago.
The moment was interrupted by Dustin clearing his throat. "Um... what the fuck, Steve?"
Steve and Eddie laughed. "It's a long story," Steve said. Then he sobered. "And we have more pressing problems." He looked at Eddie, saw the way he curled back in on himself. Put a hand on his shoulder and guided him to sit down. "Eddie, what's going on?"
Eddie looked up at him with a gaze so haunted Steve just wanted to pull him into his arms. Settled for soothingly rubbing his shoulder.
"You won't believe me," Eddie said brokenly.
"Try us," Max told him. Steve squeezed his shoulder, and Eddie took a deep breath and started talking.
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Later, after bats and battle, blood and bandages, after mouth-to-mouth and "I swear to God, Munson, if you die on me I will resurrect you and kill you again myself, don't think I won't," they're in a hospital room. It's just them, the others having gone home to sleep an hour ago. But Steve can't bring himself to leave. Can't quite bring himself to tangle his fingers with Eddie's where they rest on the hospital bed, either, although he desperately wants to.
"You know, that's the second time you've kissed me back to life, Stevie. Gonna make a habit of it?" Eddie jokes.
Steve looks up at him, breath catching when their eyes meet. Despite the lighthearted tone, Eddie's gaze is serious. Warm. Those wide, wide eyes locked on Steve intently.
It makes Steve feel brave. He laughs a little. "Actually," he says, "I was kinda hoping I could kiss you sometime when you're not dead."
Eddie's eyes widen even further before he ducks his head shyly, looks up at Steve from under his lashes. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Steve says, finally tangling their fingers together.
And there's that secret smile Eddie has, the one that seems like it's only for Steve. "I think I'd like that," he says.
"Good," Steve whispers and leans in.
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also on ao3!
#steddie#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#inspired by the song If I Die Young#holy crap this got away from me 😅#I was just listening to the song the other day#and had this vision of little eddie surrounded by flowers in a boat and little steve leaning down to kiss his nose#2400 words later 😅#anyway hope y'all like#also yes the tense change at the end was purposeful#the majority is a story that already happened. a memory#the last part is a more immediate present thing still occurring#or at least thats how im justifying it 😅
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Wait did I miss the autograph session!? Aww damn :(
#I wasn't sure if your profile pic was your sona 😅#But here you are!!#I love the idea of a tree pencil so much#akdhfalkhd#I see you have a spider man oc???#Like not THE spider man#BUT A LIL ARACHNID GUY???#Immediately adding to my reading list#g/t#giant/tiny#g/t community#g/t prompts#g/t art#g/t shitpost#g/t artist#entodraws#AskEnto
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My new thing is waking up before 7am so that I can walk over to a nearby bakery and be one of the first customers to get at the fresh pastries 🤤
Even with the heat being as awful as it is, it’s still so pleasant hearing the birdsong and feeling like one of the only people in the world
Plus the bread is usually still warm 🤤🤤🤤🤤
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Since you’re studying Fine Arts, you’ll paint on this canvas. I’ve drafted some wording here.
WE ARE | EP8
#we are the series#weareedit#phuwin tangsakyuen#poon mitpakdee#aou thanaboon#winny thanawin#marc natarit#peem#pun#chain#tan#Q#my edits#THEY ARE SO STUPID <3#me: almost always makes my colorings from scratch#my gifs: look like 8765678 different people made them <3#i hate not being able to find the coloring™ for any show lol#i always find things i would like to improve or change 😩#i would love to have a style™ like some fellow gifmakers who i am able to IMMEDIATELY RECOGNIZE BY THEIR COLORING AND SHARPENING ALONE 🥺#also this is not me fishing for compliments jdjdskdkd#i just have a certain gifstyle in mind that i’m barely ever able to achieve#and i’m very hard on my self because of it 😅🙈#like i know my gifs aren’t objectively bad#they just don’t look they way i want them to look and i’m being a little bitch about it lol
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My favorite male celebrity is obviously Leigh Whannell but Michael Emerson is now a veryyy close second, he’s so cute, I’m sobbing
#I was so hard while gathering these photos#I could even edge to these I busted IMMEDIATELY!😂😂😂#clean up on aisle MY PANTS!!😂🤣🤣😅😅#michael emerson#he’s such a skrunkly scrimblo#ugh
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The Squad™️ girlies are fighting and the boys are over it. Send help.
#attitude and moodiness on HIGH today#level 10 red alert#I’m sure q went back out to his garden 😅#gotta love legend for telling his mom there’s a major issue#but also immediately making her smile#wonder where he got that from#too bad it didn’t work on lyric#bklegacy#bklgen2#bailey kay#quinton#lyric#legend
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Art fight attack for @esprei 's Emperor Volo! hope you like it!
alt version under the cut because i was having fun playing with gradients:
#moonies makings#pokemon volo#volo#pokemon legends arceus volo#art fight 2024#digital art#i might be. not the best at designing thrones 😅#oh BOO HOO i immediately broke my personal rule this year to draw my favorite blorbo what did yall expect#jokes aside i do adore seeing your art on my dash Rei and it was fun finally drawing one of your own characters!
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Watching a movie in the background, and glanced up to see a scene where the main character spills her drink all over some dude, then proceeds to give him a sweater her sister hand knitted and made special for her, saying it’s too baggy anyway and really, he should have it.
I am so pissed on behalf of this fictional sister.
#i hope this main character never gets knitted things again#i hate her based on this alone#not only did she give some random dude her HAND KNITTED SWEATER that was a GIFT#he immediately proceeded to put it on over his tshirt that is wet with spilled coffee#the sweater was white/cream#i am sorry i am not gonna let this go 😅#i am irrationally angry over this lmao#santa tell me#yes it’s a hallmark christmas movie
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This a piece from a bit ago (my art style has changed a bit since then) but it's still one of my favs
#Mha#Bnha#mha art#mha fanart#Bnha art#Bnha fanart#my hero academia#Art#Drawing#traditional art#Illustration#Artwork#Artists on Tumblr#Art on Tumblr#I just got a white gel pen in case you couldn't tell#Mina#Mina ashido#No tracing#Not trying to brag but I'm actually really proud I managed this without tracing anything#Also don't ask me why the background is crooked I wanted to draw it like that#I tried to get out of my comfort zone and play with it#And it being crooked has only mildly upset my ocd#You know I gotta give my girl some muscles#Also I showed this to my uncle and he almost immediately went “Her chest is bigger”#Guys he's onto me 😅#He also tried to flip through the rest of my sketchbook after I handed it to him without asking#Clearly no one has thought this man the unwritten rules of art#Pls never flip through people's sketchbooks without asking#We have secrets hidden in there#chipsdraws
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they put something in thramsay cause their specific brand of toxic yaoi hits different
#like wow... am speechless........... *BLOWS HORN* SORRY 😍 WERE YOU SLEEPING? 😅😚#the fucking!!!!!! kind saviour role ramsay literally writes for himself!!!!! gaslighting the fuck out of theon!!!!! WILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#and theon immediately pouring his heart out to him... crying about his family and the starks... just for it to be weaponsied immediately#OOOOH I LOVE THEM I LOVEEE#thramsay
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