#kei- i dunno

[firedragon1321]

I love playing an old PS2 game and the character slips off a ramp into water. Like they wanna go for a swim!

[berryblosom]

3:40AM˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

S: You wake up from sleep to admire your pretty boy

Your apartment was cloaked in the stillness of the night, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioner. You stirred, your mind drifting in and out of sleep, unable to fully settle back into slumber. With a sigh, you turned to your left, where your boyfriend lay beside you.

Kei’s face, usually marked by a permanent scowl and sharp, grumpy features, looked serene and peaceful in the dim light. His strong jaw was relaxed, his lips slightly parted in the rhythm of sleep. You couldn’t help but smile at the contrast. He looked so sweet and almost innocent, a side of him rarely seen when he was awake, at least by anyone but you.

Your fingers itched to reach out to him, to touch his soft blonde hair. Gently, you stroked a few stray strands away from his forehead, feeling the silky texture between your fingers. He stirred slightly, but didn’t wake up. Feeling bold you let your fingers trail down to his cheek, brushing lightly against his smooth freshly shaven skin. His eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, they were unfocused. But as he fully awoke, the sharpness returned, his brows knitting together. He blinked, adjusting to the darkness, and then glared at you.

“What are you doing?” he grumbled, voice thick with sleep.

You bit your lip, suppressing a giggle at how cute he looked even when he was annoyed. “You just looked so peaceful and pretty.” you whispered. “I couldn’t help it.”

He huffed, rolling his eyes. “You woke me up to tell me I look pretty?”

“Very much so.” you said, grinning. You leaned down to press a kiss onto his heavy eyelids.

He sighed, the irritation fading from his eyes as you peppered kisses on him. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, but there was no real heat behind his words. He reached out, pulling you closer until your head rested against his bare chest. “Now go back to sleep.”

You nestled against him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. “Goodnight,” you whispered, your eyes already closing.

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Night baby.” he replied, his voice a low rumble that lulled you back into sleep. As you drifted off, you thought you heard him whisper, “I love you,” but you knocked out before you could be sure.

[psychotic-nonsense]

"I'm sorry."

It's the first thing Steve says after everything.

After getting Vecna Cursed. After nearly dying. After a hallucination of Eddie saved him. After running through a looped forest. After finding sanctuary in Steve's memory of that Starcourt bathroom. After Eddie reveals himself as Eddie.

It's the only thing he can think of. It's not big enough to fit everything, but it's the only thing that fits in his mouth.

"Don't be."

Maybe that's the only thing Eddie can think of too. The only thing Eddie can bear to say.

Because don't be can't stop Steve's eyes from watering when he sees the vest in his closet. Don't be can't stop Steve's feet from dragging him to the cemetery every evening to clean Eddie's graffiti-covered tombstone. Don't be can't stop Steve from sitting beside Wayne and listening to him talk about the Eddie he remembers. Don't be can't stop Eddie's body from showing up in Steve's dreams, nor Eddie's corpse from his nightmares. Don't be couldn't keep the pain away enough, didn't stop Vecna from latching onto it while Steve was walking alone in the woods.

Don't be isn't enough for what Steve wants to hear. But even stuck here waiting, hoping, for someone to get Steve out, there just isn't enough time.

"I miss you."

"...Why?"

Eddie says it back so quickly, so quietly, like it's just unfathomable to him. Maybe it is, considering their last memories. But their eyes meet and he looks just as sad, just as longing, as Steve.

"You were my friend."

Steve can't help but say it like that. Like they were friends for years instead of days. Like Eddie was that important to him in their final moments. Like his heart really aches for Eddie every second of the apocalypse.

Can't help but say it like he means it.

"I wish we could've had more time..."

Steve's voice cracks a little there as he turns away, hiding. It's all he wants. It's all Vecna used to entice him with. It's all that's keeping him going, to finally fulfill the last request Eddie made. It's all he has left to feel close to Eddie.

The Eddie that's sitting right next to him, silent, his sight weighing on Steve's skin. Conscious and aware and the real Eddie. Trapped in Vecna's head as a backup power source, yet who still risked everything to come save Steve. Who Steve will never see again because killing Vecna means killing Eddie for good, and his heart doesn't want it, is begging for another solution...

But for once, his broken head overpowers his shattered heart.

"Maybe we did."

Eddie takes Steve's hand. Meets Steve's surprised look with his own small smile of hope. They're both suddenly tearing up, eyes glistening with life in this gray stall.

"Maybe in another world, we got a second first chance. A first second chance. Maybe even a third, or fourth. Maybe in a different life, we had everything we wanted. Because you, Steve Harrington, are too good for me to be doomed to meet just once."

And for a moment, Steve sees it. Feels it. Versions of them connected through the universe.

Little kids playing in the lake. One with bruised skin and shaved hair, loud but unfathomably lonely. One with a bruised heart and soft eyes, timid but stubbornly hopeful.

A rockstar with glittering chains, center stage in the spotlight. A set of eyes in the crowd or behind the curtain, watching only him.

A werewolf and a vampire, two cryptids of horror, meeting in the dead of a full moon night to feel safe with the only other one who understands.

A future where they won, where the only death was the one that mattered. A process of healing and learning, coming home to a family every single day.

A world without pain, without their hell, where two high schoolers found freedom from their shackles and company in each other. Hiding away together in the dark corners of the town.

Steve even sees other versions of them. Versions that he knows were originally never supposed to meet, yet forces so much greater than them pulled them together.

A metalhead drug dealer, constantly getting into trouble with one nail-bat-weilding cop.

A criminal's fugitive nature leading him to a rugged trailer park, and the dangerous owner within one such home.

An eccentric king in an old coliseum, always choosing one particular warrior as his champion.

A young programmer being pulled away from his work by sobs above his apartment, running upstairs to check on the law student that recently moved in.

Two actors, finding an easy friendship in the months of filming one season of a show that would change their lives.

In that moment, Steve's overwhelmed by the closeness he suddenly feels with the soul beside him. Falling into tears, he pulls Eddie into a tight hug, holding him so so close to convey everything he can't say. Feeling Eddie hold him back, hearing everything Eddie can't say in return.

Familiar music comes on outside the stall. Robin's voice calls out to him, telling him to come home.

And when he does leave, Steve hopes that someone out there will understand that he never can. Because here in Eddie's arms is the only place that will ever truly feel like home.

"Thank you... for everything, Eddie."

Thank you, Steve. For everything and more..."

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- List of AUs, in order, after, "Versions of them connected through the universe": Childhood Friends / Rockstar!Eddie / Werewolf!Steve & Vampire!Eddie / Eddie Survives / No Upside Down & High School

- List of Multiverse Steddie AUs, in order, after, "...yet forces so much greater than them pulled them together": Eddie x Gator / Baron x Michael / Geta x Sean / Keys x Eric / Quinn and Keery

[mythrilpencil]

boop

[passionartx]

Crawling out of my social media hiatus to post a distorted, pixelated lil doodle of Tails 💛✨🥺

[[ Mini Update: Am working on planning a month in advance for the @sonic-tangled-au so I’ll have things ready if my health takes a nose dive again! Will try and put an update out soon once I’ve got things planned out abit more! Hopefully this method will work more then trying to dive back into things and life and health getting in the way again! In the meantime will be trying to post here alittle more to ease back into social media slowly :) 💛) ]]

[angermango]

i see your "Rachel Bronev". i also see all those true and wonderful "Rachel Bronev deserved better/should have lived/could have escaped/could have joined Targent/no fridging etc" takes. and i so bring to you:

Rachel Bronev survives, escapes Targent and becomes the Descole of the AU

TL;DR she heard her husband now runs the cult that kidnapped them and separated them from their children, and she's making that everyone else's problem (but especially Targent's).

i admit i haven't come up with a villain name or a proper set look on her costume yet lol. but she looks fabulous anyway.

(i also call it the "Putting the 'Domestic' in 'Domestic Terrorism' AU" for fun, and because i haven't come up with anything better/funnier to name yet :U)

[b-e-e-h-o-p]

I’m a solasmancer and all that, but I personally think it would be hilarious that in world states where you don’t romance solas they confirm that Varric and Solas are canonically a couple.

[askdaisydandfriemly]

A "birthday" present of sorts for @vaderssolace -happy "birthday"! ;)

From her long ended Flurry Heart blog- I kinda wondered how Flurry might be had she escaped the void. Would the void continue to exist in her heart? :3

[starrodent]

*taps mic* um. vampire reference in a minor key. hezekiah…wakely…

[mimikyvvnz]

treat me gently and love me like i'm fragile

[autoneurotic]

sitting in my apartment alone wailing and running around

[dumb-doll-lips]

So been like low key horny a bunch of the day. And I like when I have fun little games w it to involve tumblr some, that has been lots of fun. Been unsure of like what I wanna do since I think last time I got too overwhelmed. Gets a little annoying sometimes how little it can take to make me feel very overwhelmed, like my brain can’t keep up w too much going on. Idk how to figure out what would be easier.

[cryptidwithacopiccollection]

Because in the light, you are untouchable.

(flickering gif/possible eyestrain below the cut)

[zeb-z]

Cellbit who holds his shit together, pieces together the clues, and solves the issue while walking on a tightrope, where if he cannot correct for the mistakes made, the fallout would be catastrophic. He cannot fail to solve the case, he cannot fail to cure his friends, it isn’t an option in how desperate the situation has gotten.

He’s relied upon by everyone as the leader of the order, shoulders heavy with the burden. He is intense when he needs to be, gentle when a soft touch is required, and keeps his head when the situation is so intense the others are speechless.

He gets through Forevers stubbornness, reassures Pac in his sorrow and indecisiveness. It’s a fucked up scene and he handles it well because he has no other choice.

He doesn’t cry until it’s all over. Just for a second, when the moment is over, and he can take a breath of air. And even then he leads the rest of them through clean up. He makes sure Pac gets home, gets Forever to a proper place to rest, ensures the rest of the group is okay after what they just witnessed.

Then the moment he leaves the others, he finds another critical clue that he can’t just ignore or put to the back burner.

Another mystery, another crisis, another billion clues he’ll have to organize and follow up on and solve, because he’s the investigation guy, the leader of the order, and the island is counting on him. The kids are counting on him. He doesn’t get a chance to truly breathe. To fully sit down and let himself crumble, let someone, anyone, else be the strong foundation, because if he can’t solve this, who will?

Even with his family returning to him, it’s no wonder he feels so alone. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, I guess.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Ngl some days I'm like writing crackships and ships and rarepairs is so silly goofy and fun and then OTHER days I'm like wow I wish I'd never written or drawn a ship ever in my life how do I erase this and OTHER days I just go about forgetting ships exist entirely and I swing WILDLY between those three options with no chill whatsoever

[ratcandy]

mmhgn late night migraine thoughts I think I should make a bugsona. i think i should do that for myself I think I deserve it. The question to be answered however is which bug perfectly encapsulates Me. and I find this is a difficult question to answer