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Revamped Cynessa, I literally forgot to shade the other part of her hair

I like this style, hopefully I’m consistent with it

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You had never seen more beautiful eyes than his

Summary: And once again you were reminded of their beauty when you looked into the big doe eyes of the one and only Eddie Munson. Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!Reader Warnings: angst / hurt, fluff-ish if you squint real hard, character death, Stranger Things V.2 spoiler!, Word count: 500+

You had never seen more beautiful eyes than his.

It always had been troubling you how underappreciated brown eyes were. Everyone was always gushing about blue or green eyes. Eyes as blue as the ocean this, eyes as green as the forest that. Breathtaking blue eyes here, mesmerizing green eyes there. Blah blah blah….

Not once had you heard someone give the same enthusiasm to brown eyes. How remarkable, enchanting, gentle, lovable, striking, warm and pretty they were.

And you were once again reminded of their beauty when your gaze met his. When you looked into the big doe eyes of the one and only Eddie Munson.

You could stare into them 24/7 for the rest of your life and you wouldn’t ever get bored. There was something about them, about him, that pulled you in. Captivated you.

Right the second the both of you made eye contact in the cafeteria on your first day in Hawkins High, you were whipped. Totally whipped.

But it hadn’t been until a few weeks after that you talked to each other. You had ended up in detention - for the stupidest reason - and when he strolled into the room he sat down next to you.

As it turned out he had been feeling the same and shortly after you started dating, going strong for 1,5 years now. 1,5 wonderful years before shit hit the fan…

You were with him the night Chrissy died and went into hiding with him. When Dustin and his friends found you and filled you in on all the crazy shit that had happened the last years in Hawkins, you couldn’t believe it at first. Not that you didn’t believe them, especially after seeing the way Chrissy died, but accepting the existence of the upside down was another thing.

That was, until all of you went through the water gate to save Steve and saw it with your own eyes.

After the decision was made to go back into the upside down to kill Vecna/Henry/One you naturally stayed with Eddie, and therefore Dustin, as the decoys.

When the bats entered the trailer Eddie had sent you up the rope right after Dustin. You watched as threw his geat to follow and as soon as he stopped climbing you knew what he was about to do; maybe even before he knew it himself.

“No!”, you yelled, tears running down your face. “No, Eddie! Don’t!”

Dusting joined your pleas when it became clearer that Eddie wanted to stay on the other side. Both of you begged for him to climb over, get back to the real Hawkins. Begged him not to leave you. But it was no use. He had made up his mind.

He jumped down, swung his spear to cut the rope and with a last look at you, his eyes full of determination, hurt and fear, he whispered “I love you” before he bolted out of the trailer.

You went back through the gate as fast as you could, hurting your shoulder pretty badly in the process when your body hit the floor. You ran after him - you were sure you never ran so fast in your life before - but still, you didn’t make it in time to save him.

And even now as Eddie was looking up at you, his head resting in your lap and his face covered in blood… Even now as the light was leaving his eyes and his gaze went blank…

… you had never seen more beautiful eyes than his.

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HIS REFERENCE SHEET HAS FINALLY BEEN COMPLETED!!!!!!!

jesus fuck this was such a pain.

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Family Pictures

Another repost of an old story that was posted on my main blog and AO3.

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The envelope was sitting on the laptop he had left out when he went to get coffee.

With a sigh, Tim pushed the envelope onto the couch and opened up his laptop before taking a sip of his coffee.

"Seriously, does he think I don't know what his handwriting looks like?"

He finished reading a few reports and took another drink of coffee, feeling the jolt of warmth and caffeine hitting.

He glanced over at the envelope, but didn't touch it.

And nearly jumped when a hand reached over the couch, and dropped a bag on the couch.

"Dick." He wasn't completely sure if he was using his oldest brother's name, or just describing him for making him jump, but Dick just laughed.

"One does not live by caffeine alone." He leaned over the couch, jiggling the bag, and Tim smelled the food from the takeout containers. His stomach rumbled and he decided to move his laptop so he could eat.

And as soon as he did, Dick saw the envelope.

"What's this?"

"Damian. Don't know, didn't open it."

But he didn't need to, did he? Damian had done this before. Notes left to show he was "the superior Robin", photographs of awkward moments in the field, anything he could do to get under Tim's skin. And Tim really didn't need Damian for things to get under his skin today.

"Well, I will."

"Dick, I don't need to know."

"I do. Especially if I am going to talk to Damian. He can't keep doing things like this and expect us to trust him."

"Fine, go ahead."

Tim grabbed a container of pan fried noodles and a burrito, trying to turn his irritation into confusion at Dick's jumbled smorgasbord of food.

"Maybe he is learning though. Tim, I think you should look at this one."

"Fine." Tim wiped his hands off and held up a hand to take whatever Damian had decided to send him today.

The hand drawn picture was a surprise, since Damian was ferally protective of his art. But it was the subject of the picture that held Tim completely still. 

The dancing, laughing couple who were dressed to the nines were exactly how they had looked.

Tim just hadn't thought about his parents being like that, hadn't seen them that way in his head even, for years.

But looking at the picture.

"I was checking in because I remembered today was the anniversary of the attack on your parents, when you found them. But Damian wasn't here when that went down. I think he was trying to help."

"Like you bringing food. I guess the picture wouldn't run off, unlike the cat."

Dick snorted. "You're lucky he didn't bring you his cow. But I think you should keep this."

Tim looked at the picture, and nodded. He put it in his wallet so that he could look at it more later and picked up the food again, because he did need to have more than just coffee.

"I have a couple more reports to do, but if you want, we can game after, until you have to go on patrol."

"I could do that."

"I'll send you an invite."

Tim read the report, hearing both pings as the invites to join his game went out.

"You invited Duke?"

Tim shook his head. "He is scheduled to patrol by the docks for two hours yet. But, Damian wasn't scheduled for patrol. There should be a couple hours that he can game before bedtime."

A ping came back to Tim's phone and he figured he could finish reading the reports in time to game.

Dick sat down on the arm of the couch. "I'm proud of both of you for trying."

"The picture gives me hope that Damian is learning."

Dick gave him a look. "You're planning on absolutely murdering him in the game?"

Tim smiled. "Absolutely!"

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OC X CANON ACTION!!!!

Rhapsody belongs to me (this profile and @judes-fantastical-kaleidoscope) Nightmare belongs to @jokublog

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Baby Lasagna performing Rim Tim Tagi Dim during the Eurovision Song Contest 2024 final

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Reblog of vamp art from my main blog to here!

Also not my character but a friends player character! The lovely Ramone <3

He’s a new addition to the chronicle I’m in so I don’t have much information but he’s been pretty fun already.

Referenced from this!! :

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Slight flash warning

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dies in forgot this acount existed

anyways heres echos of wisdom Zelda art(&angst😈) eat up

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Legend of Zelda Fic and Comic Recs

Guess I've read enough fics and comics to do one of these now

(General warning for strong language and canon-typical violence)

Comics

- @linkeduniverse (LU), a fandom classic, excellent art, intriguing story

- @ovegakart's stuff is awesome--there are several ongoing series and lots of LU references

- @bonus-links, a Links meet AU, lovely art, I'm interested to see where it goes

- TOTK "Eternal" by @/blueskittlesart, two-shot, very pretty and poetic

- Time Twilight Tears by @/jhoca-art, non-LU comic where Time and Twilight follow Wild/Tears around during TOTK, also featuring all their Zeldas. Very fun, very pretty art

Fics

Uncategorized fics:

- Dimensional Links by ChangelingRin. A Links meet AU that isn't Linked Universe. Very fun and chaotic

Twilight Princess fics:

- Dear Hero by @/thecagedsong. A post-canon Twilight Princess rom-com that's not only hilarious but insightful, packed with lore, and has excellent characterizations. I'm not usually into rom coms but this one was fantastic

- Wolf Boy by Bookwrm389. A pre-canon Twilight Princess fic where an orphaned Link comes to find and trust Rusl and Uli, told feom Uli's perspective. Very well written, lovely and soft

- A Tale Past Twilight: Forked Tongues by GrayGuard06. A post-canon Twilight Princess fic where Link goes to help a village with a monster problem and walks into a whole can of worms. Note the violence tag, but it's got plot and a good ending

Breath of the Wild fics:

- The Girl at the Museum by wavebreeze. Modern AU, sort of a meet-cute, short and sweet. I don't usually go for these but it was surprisingly fun

- Feast by webcomix. Tw grief but super cute/heartwarming way for Link and Zelda to meet as kids

- Hold Your Destiny by webcomix. Long fic, basically a novelization of pre-calamity BOTW, loved the characterization (sequel is LU-related)

- A Hero's Spirit by SilvermistAnimeLover. Long fic, Link basically dies defeating Calamity but his spirit gets stuck in a limbo state so he's still able to help Hyrule start recovering from 100 years of destruction (sequel is LU-related)

Linked Universe (LU) Related fics:

- all of @/zolanort/Cullhach's fics are delightful

- Willow Bark and Chamomile by schrodingers__cat. The Chain gets separated and confused. Legend has never been more prepared for anything in his life

- Rain and Mountain Climbing Don't Mix by Isti-Tanu. A fun little one-shot of Wild being wild and everyone reacting as expected

- Whistling on Deaf Ears by CrimsonRavioli. A hurt/comfort fic (heavier on hurt but has a happy ending) where Twilight's sensitive hearing works against him

- Running with the Wolves by alternatemind. The Chain wonders if Wolfie is lonely and decide to do something about it. Light angst, mostly fluff

- Dog Days AU series by alternatemind. Twilight-centric AU where Twilight gets stuck as a wolf just before he meets the Chain. Hilarity ensues

- The More Things Change series by Iffondrel. The Chain compares and contrasts references to their own worlds while they explore Wild's Hyrule, includes TOTK content

- Language Barriers by Kastaborous. The Chain meets Wild fic where the 10,000 year gap between other heroes is acknowledged through language drift. Interesting and entertaining read

- A Home for Flowers by faufaren. The Chain meets Elderitch!Wild. Charming characterization and storytelling

- What Hero? by AimeeLouWrites. (tw gaslighting) The Chain meets Wild fic where Wild thinks they're Yiga and pretends that there is no hero, and then never quite really decides to tell them when the game is over. Borderline crackfic, very fun read

- Child's Play by AimeeLouWrites. The Chain meets Wild fic, de-aged Wild and Flora meet the Chain and decide to be as confusing as possible

- Level One by LightBlueScrubs. Linked Universe Hospital AU where everyone (except Wild) is a doctor working in a trauma unit (where Wild is the patient). First couple chapters are a bit squeamish due to being very medically realistic, but a great fic overall

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Day Pass - Mad Hatter

Repost from main blog and AO3.

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"Thank you, Edward. This is very nice of you."

I put a hand on top of my nervous friend's hand to stop his babbling.

"Jervis, it is not a problem to take you out for lunch. Here we are."

Jervis would have been fine getting a drive-through at McDonald's, but I wasn't. And I wasn't about to treat one of the first people that I had empathized with in my therapy group like he wasn't worth something special.

Pulling into a parking spot beside the restaurant, I opened Jervis's door and guided him to our table, a hand at his back and thought about how we had met.

Therapy in Arkham Asylum is a hit or miss affair. It doesn't do to get too attached to one therapist. They frequently change therapists to avoid that and its resulting…complications. And the turnover rate with good therapists is ridiculously high. Some, I thought sourly, I only wished had a high turnover rate. After years of Dr. Crane and Dr. Strange failing to get the desired results from me as a patient, Dr. Arkham himself decided to see what was wrong with my surly ass. Years of "therapy" with Crane's drug enhanced exposure therapy to treat my trauma and Strange's odd biofeedback that only seemed to worsen my obsessiveness had me being an extremely paranoid boy with some paredolia on the side of my other issues. Meeting with the good doctor for therapy hadn't been a high point in my plans. But, well, as a patient in Arkham I hadn't had much of a choice. So, imagine my surprise to find a good old fashioned group therapy session with no terror or mindfuckery. And that was where I met Jervis. Not quite a case of like minds meeting, but what I imagine what it must feel like for a piano virtuoso to meet an expert sculptor. Just an admiration and appreciation for the other person's skills.

We had been friends ever since.

What? You expected me to be humble? I was mentally unstable, not mentally deficient. And for all his quiet self-effacing tendencies, once Jervis started talking about his technical expertise or any of his passionate interests, there was a brilliant mind waiting to be discovered. 

Disturbed, obsessive, socially awkward, but brilliant.

Jervis fidgeted with his light hair, looking uncomfortable in the borrowed button up and dress pants from the asylum laundry. I noticed they had not given him a hat. Part of me hurt for my friend, knowing he identified so much with his accessory. And the rest of me realized the wisdom of not overly indulging his fixation, for everybody's well being. Especially Jervis himself.

But, like with my puzzle ring, sometimes it was important to scratch that itch. To find ways of being yourself without giving in to the madness.

Like a tea party, perhaps?

But not the crumpets and tea cake sort. That might be a little too tempting for Jervis. But I thought this restaurant might just do the trick.

"Do you want to order, or do you want me to?" I asked, remembering just how overwhelming simple decisions could be sometimes.

"If you don't mind. Please." Jervis said.

The waiter came over with a smile. "Welcome to Qnia. Are you ready to order?"

"We are. Can we get two orders of the moroccan mint tea, and then we are splitting an order of chicken tagine with couscous, zaalouk on the side. And two pistachio croissants to finish the meal."

"Of course. I'll bring your tea out in just a minute."

"Tea?" Jervis perked, a slightly too enthusiastic gleam in his eyes.

"Yes, it should go very nicely with the food." I told him.

The food came promptly, and we talked about music, art, and science rather than books or movies. 

I paid the check as we finished the last of our dessert, listening to Jervis tell me about a recent scientific study about using specific tones and frequencies to help subliminally curb addictions and its results. He still was his meek, polite self, but with a confidence he normally only got when fully delusional.

As I pulled out to drive back, I made a mental note of the restaurant.

It had been a lovely place to treat Jervis to a tea party. We would have to do it again.

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Cringetober day 3; Oversized prop

Felt like swap with a neon ass Warhammer would be swag

I used eyebleeding preset colors and no shading. Thought it would suffice.

also yeah I'm late to the party </3