#suggest in my asks

[i-drew-artz]

I probably should have announced this a while ago but about a month or tow ago my computer bricked +managed to fet a majority of my files off it) Meaning sadly no digital art until i get a new computer (i have submitted 5 resumes and 1 job application, and am planning to asubmit more). Also i lost the file for the tf2 fanfic soo yeah thats on hiatus until im like 21 sorry.

Ive been doing nothing the past week except watching some christmas movies with the family and playing games on my phone, So if you follow this blog and/or are from the following fandoms:

- TF2

- Genshin Impact

- FNAF

- Splatoon

- Chainsaw Man

(or any other fandom really, im willing to learn or dig up old fandom knowledge) Id really appreciate writing or (traditional) art prompts. My ask box is open and ready.

Im being so serious rn i will draw skibidi toilet yaoi or write Eric Cartman and Zoro go to Dennys to sacrifice Curly if you want me to. Im up for it unless:

- Its Bigoted, that includes every (Blank)phobic and (blank)ism under the radar and anything that supports harmful ideologies like Trump Support and Zionism. This blog is safe for all of reasonable morale

- No illegal stuff like Pedo, Beasitality, Incest, Noncon, Etc.

- No Porn or Fetish/Kink stuff. Im 17 and adults asking stuff like that from minors is fucked up and also there are youngins following this blog so please give me prompts that arent inspired from your search history. Of course there are stuff like swimsuits which arent inherently sexual/explicit and romantic kissing and couples napping together which is fine, so if you are genuinely unsure if your prompt is too much just ask!

- Violence. Blood, Guts Skeletons, all cool stuff im fine with drawing/writing about in moderation since im always looking to improve my Anatomy/Writing Skills. If you want to suggest something a bit violent, Make it more Campy Horror Movie level istead of Terrifier level (I will draw/write about art the clown if you want me to he is bbygirl)

Also i am Thinking Of rebranding my Blog to a new name, "C0ndensedMilk" So sometime this december look forward to a silly new rebrand.

That is all! Spread the word! Keep in mind that this is just because i am bored and is completely free but at the same time not a commission. Feel free to reblog (i will credit you for suggesting it) but do not repost or i will call you out for that stinky winky behaviour you rapscallian. I may not get to everybody's but i will try! Have at it you lot.

[mynnthia]

was talking with a friend about how some of dunmeshi fаndom misunderstands kabru's initial feelings towards laios.

to sum up kabru's situation via a self-contained modernized metaphor:

kabru is like a guy who lost his entire family in a highly traumatic car accident. years later he joins a discord server and takes note of laios, another server member who seems interesting, so they start chatting. then laios reveals his special interest and favorite movie of all time is David Cronenberg's Crash (1996), and invites kabru to go watch a demolition derby with him

[ariespsyche]

shotgunning shenanigans

[stealingpotatoes]

Korkie is definitely Satine and Obiwan’s secret love child in my eyes. There is no way he’s satines “nephew” I mean we know he’s no Bo-Katan’s kid so…

see that theory's cool, but I'm personally a bigger fan of him being Satine's actual nephew and there being a third, normal Kryze sibling that we never see

(commission info // tip jar!)

[0x1000]

Very small snippet of a VERY unfinished animation. Freaks!

[atanerrum]

ssooooooo errrrrm you guuuuys

[rampantram]

Would Lamb like listening to Narinder's heartbeat and vice versa?

I would say so~

As for vice versa..

[valtsv]

that shitty thing some people do where they compliment something about you, only to take it back and reveal that it was meant to be a joke at your expense when you sincerely thank them for it, used to bother me until i realised that you can just. keep it. refuse to hand that power back to them. they are never prepared to deal with this.

[punkitt-is-here]

got to get a girls dick wet because of you, thanks man.

my divine power to get people laid with my art strikes again i guess!!!!!!!!! yippee!!!

[doodled0g]

Those Swansea memes reminds me of one thats like "Told my wife I was going to the bank, didn't tell her which one!" and it shows a guy at a river bank fishing.

anyone want more fishwashing

[inkly-heart]

[i-drew-artz]

Just doing lineart for weeks can get a bit tiring and the quality of it really depends on my headspace.

So... let me know if you would like to see doodles. Give me things to doodle in my asks. I might be able to showcase my other abilites too since my current lineart skill level really hides the 2 years of prior work towards art.

My lineart dissatisfaction might be due to me not having an artstyle but rather just doing whatever, idk.

[dapper-lil-arts]

Happy pride from the changeling kingdom

[steddie-as-they-come]

everybody talks

i could not tell you what this is. i wrote it all in one sitting. enjoy or whatever

It starts with the graffiti.

Scribbled in thick, permanent marker across the boys' gym lockers.

STEVE HARRINGTON FUCKS EDDIE MUNSON

The custodian tries half-heartedly to scrub it off, but he only manages to get about a letter and a half off the locker before his shift is over. It's back up by the next day anyway.

Half the school is walking on tiptoes around Steve, waiting for him to blow up and demand a manhunt for the culprit.

The other half is snickering and laughing as he walks by in the halls.

Steve doesn't give two shits. He holds his head up high and walks onwards, ignoring the laughs and the kissy noises. He needs to graduate. He needs to not get eaten by a terrifying monster from an alternate reality. More pressing things happen to Steve Harrington than grade school graffiti.

Until he turns the corner and sees Eddie Munson glaring furiously at his closed locker.

He doesn't speak to him. Even if the graffiti isn't a big deal, there's no need to add any fuel to the fire.

Eddie finally steps forward and wrenches open his locker door. The crowd milling in the halls begins to laugh.

Papers spill out, dozens of them, cascading over the floor and burying Eddie's shoes. One slides all the way to Steve's feet.

He looks down automatically.

There's an atrocious drawing of two stick figures bent over each other. The one on the bottom has two lines of curly hair, while the one on the top has a singular swooping line of graphite.

Great.

Steve swiftly scoops it up and crumples it in his fist, shoving it in his pocket. He'll toss it out later.

As he hustles past Eddie, steadfastly not looking in his direction, he thinks he hears Eddie mutter, "Every class period."

Steve turns a corner, and the train wreck that is Eddie's locker is gone.

He slides into his seat, knowing the band girls who sit in the back corner of the classroom are whispering about him, but finding he couldn't care less.

The teacher starts class.

He reaches into his pocket and slides the crumpled paper between his fingers, over and over.

Steve raises his hand. "Can I go to the bathroom?"

The teacher nods and waves him away, and Steve scrambles out the door, rounding the corner.

Eddie's still there, kneeling by his locker, trying to scoop up papers.

Steve kneels next to him. "Hey."

Eddie jumps like an alley cat that's been spooked. Steve could swear his hair starts bristling, puffing up.

"Your majesty," Eddie finally says, glaring back at the pile of paper like Steve'll disappear if he doesn't look at him. "To what do I owe the pleasure."

It's not really a question.

Steve answers it anyway. "Came to help," he says simply, picking up a piece of paper that has EDDIE MUNSON X STEVE HARRINGTON written on it in bold letters, surrounded by stupid little hearts. "After all, my name's on half this stuff."

"How kind," Eddie said. "Keeping me distracted while your buddies key my van or something?"

Steve reels back. "Huh?"

"I'm not dumb, Harrington," Eddie says, crumpling up another sheet of paper. Steve can barely catch EDDIE HARRINGTON on it before it's balled in Eddie's fist. "I get this is a prank or whatever. I just can't understand why you'd involve yourself with me. The King and the Freak."

"'Cause I'm not the King anymore." Steve says, standing to drag a nearby garbage can closer. It's already half-full of papers. "You sure don't listen to gossip, Munson. Billy beat my ass and I lost every friend I had. So. I think it's a prank on both of us."

"Oh."

Eddie, wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles, shuts the fuck up. Steve had seen people lose their meals to his impassioned school cafeteria rants, but it only takes Steve Harrington to shut Munson's infamous mouth.

Wait, that sounds wrong.

They keep cleaning in silence - relatively. Steve starts balling up the papers and tossing them at the trash can, unable to stop himself from hissing out a yes! if he makes the throw.

"Impressive," Eddie says dryly. "Can you do this?" He raises one hand in the air like he's about to take a pledge, and in the other he folds and rolls a slip of paper until it's shaped like a joint.

Steve chuckles. "Nope." He takes the fake joint, and it comes undone in his palm, revealing the same crude stick figure couple from earlier.

Right.

Steve had forgotten what they were doing here.

Evidently, Eddie had too. He looks down at the drawing, then snatches the paper from Steve, tossing it in the trash, two spots of pink high on his cheeks.

He scoops the last of the papers into his arms, dumping them in the trash can. "You can go back to class," he tells Steve, settling down with his back against the locker.

"What are you doing?" Steve says, slightly caught off-guard by the dismissal.

"Seeing if those pricks will try to do it again." Eddie says, folding his knees up to his chest. "They do it all the time. I think there's a jungle's worth of trees just being used to make shit for my locker."

"You're just gonna guard it?" Steve asks.

"Sure," Eddie says, picking at a piece of lint on his shirt. "What else have I got to do?"

Steve plops himself down next to Eddie. "I'll guard with you," he says stubbornly.

"Seriously?" Eddie asks, like Steve's particularly slow. Steve's gotten that tone of voice a lot in his life.

"Yeah." Steve says. He parrots, "What else have I got to do?"

"You're just gonna fuel the rumors, dude." Eddie says. "My name's mud around here. You know that damn well."

"Sure," Steve shrugs. "But it hasn't been half-bad hanging out with you, and I don't care what these jackasses think of me anymore. Bigger things to worry about."

They settle into a comfortable silence, watching the students pass by, their whispered comments and curious glances bouncing off the duo. Eddie taps his fingers rhythmically on the ground, humming a tune Steve doesn't recognize but finds oddly comforting.

He reaches into his pocket to feel the small paper, then tugs it out. Is it dumb that a stupid drawing is making him think about himself this much?

"Hey, Eddie," Steve starts, hesitating. "Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot," Eddie says idly.

"How do you... I mean, when did you know you were gay?" Steve asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

Eddie's expression turns to one of suspicion, but he answers anyway. "I guess I always knew, deep down. But I really figured it out in middle school." He looks at Steve out of the corner of his eye. "Why?"

Steve bites his lip, considering his next words carefully. "I think I might be... different too. I mean, I've only ever dated girls, but lately, I don't know. I feel... something."

Something means he worried for weeks when Billy beat the shit out of him because suddenly all these feelings were tugging at his brain. Feelings for people like Eddie Munson.

Eddie's eyes widen slightly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. (What? Steve's not looking at his lips. Huh?) "Steve Harrington, the former King of Hawkins High, might not be straight? Now that's some gossip I'd actually pay attention to."

"Shut up," Steve mutters, but he's smiling too. "I'm serious."

"Well..." Eddie trails off. "We can try it out?"

Steve's heart skips a beat. "Huh?"

"We can try it out." Eddie repeats. "But, uh," he leans close, his breath ghosting over the shell of Steve's ear. "Just so you know, I prefer to be the one on top."

Weeks later, the school is overtaken by a new kind of graffiti. Papers plastered to every surface, a spiky handwriting (usually used to write setlists and D&D character sheets) adorning each and every one of them.

EDDIE MUNSON FUCKS STEVE HARRINGTON

[dirtgrubber]

The riveting conclusion from @morningstarwrites Of Saints and Sinners Ch. 34

Part 1 Part 2

[saewokhrisz]

For the tma prompts, temporary smoking break truce between Tim and Jon? :]

smth smth tim couldnt light jons lighter wehehjhgf