#thank you 💙💙

[crowlixcx]

Hiii may i offer two songs for the brainrot request?

The first one is Dont Speak by No Doubt, which isnt really brainrot imo because they literally don't communicate 😭

The second one is It's gonna be me by NSYNC and it's because of 'every little thing i do / never seems enough for you' and 'there ain't no time to waste / you're just too blind to see' loll take it anyway you like

Ohhh dear sonny you are speaking my language with these songs!! Don't Speak is a double stab to my soul as a former gleek (my villain origin story) so I am more than happy to rewrite those treacherous memories for myself. And a Good Omens x NSYNC Collab?? God bless you I will feast on this gladly

[kindahoping4forever]

Girl your fics shook my world. I'm serious, you're too good.

Thank you for your kindness! When I saw this, (sorry it took a bit to reply 😬🫠), I was honestly questioning my abilities a bit (writing is hard!) and getting this message was a very lovely and much needed pick me up. 💙

[forever-eternal]

Sweeping in late to say you give me Maine Vibes, almost exclusively because you write so well, and a bit like Michigan because you're so funny and affable on here!

I’m glad you find me affable, though I can’t see the funny 😅 I’ve been called both, even by strangers I’ve only ever seen at work, but I’ve just never seen it, myself.

I’m glad you think I write well! It’s very encouraging. Thank you, Lovely! 💙💙

[varpusvaras]

Happy Birthday!!!!

Hope you have a great day!

Thank yoou!!! 💙💙💙

[eulchu]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROGIE!!!!

HAPPY NBIRTHDAY¡!¡¡

[jagalart]

Hue 16

[arcanegifs]

Happy 2025, everyone! May the Arcane brainrot continue to live on 💙

[kidovna]

Your art style is aging like fine wine, just getting better with time! I'm so happy your latest post brought back long haired Mike (rip lol) and you draw older byler so well.

I know it's been a long time and some people were haters, but can we bring back older Will with a mustache. I remember seeing your character design with that before and absolutely vibed with your interpretation

i hope you know that you’re my fav, anon. here you go:

[heymrspatel]

hey, have you ever thought about the fact that ian gets the courage to come out to fiona while sitting in his little twin bed? the same little bed he sits on to get ready on the morning of his wedding? to yank his fiance forward? to kiss him and promise him their future? hmm?

[nimudae]

Mwah 💋💖

💕 THANK YOU FOR 300 FOLLOWERS 💕

[Ko-fi]

[commsroom]

sweetheart, baby, darlin', and so on. 💞 (by @jamisonrivv)

[peaceinthestorm]

Théodore Chassériau (1819-1856, French) ~ An Angel Praying in the Garden of Olives, 1840

[Source: artvee.com]

[2aceofspades]

A lil tribute...

Sappy times today waaah :')

I still remember the first time I watched the movie...I can't believe that was 2 years ago. I had to make a lil something to commemorate 💙✨

Here's a lil something from the past just cuz hehe~

Not quite from a year ago but it's fiiine...

If my memory serves me correctly, the first Rise stuffs I ever did was redrawing screenshots of Leo from the movie. How fitting~

(:

[loves2spwge]

they just want to be one...

commissions @jolyonvane did for me where i asked if he could please please please make stan look as desperate and exhausted as he usually does but is being kept together by all his love for his sbf kyle

[moonsart]

And finally, here are the mini-animated parts of the animatic!!

[harmonictechnicality]

It’s the way Steve places a pin in that damn map of Hawkins. Two fingers, muddy knuckles. Fuck if Eddie knows the actual destination because all he can navigate is the curve of Steve’s index finger as he smooths out the edges of the map.

And it’s stupid, right? Because the world is folding in on itself and he’s looking at a guy in the kind of way Victorian novelists would only describe as ‘longingly.’ It’s objectively stupid. Probably some adrenaline bullshit that a doctor could explain with a brain scan.

The rest of the group has scattered, plotting amongst themselves. Pulling plans out of their asses. Finding layers of courage behind clues and cassette tapes.

Eddie should do that too. Plan. Make decisions. Do anything other than stare at the dirt underneath Steve’s goddamn fingernails.

“Please blink, Munson.” Steve says while clearing his throat. He’s been doing that a lot. Which is, like, understandable after coughing up lake water all night long.

He clears his throat again. “Show sign of life before I ransack the supply bag for that shit you call music.”

“That… shit?” Eddie spits out the words. Briefly forgets his swirly Steve feelings because of the fucking audacity on this guy. “Rightrightright, because Bob Seger is so fucking dignified, huh?”

“Uh-oh.” Dustin murmurs behind him.

“Because Old Time Rock and Roll is the highest ranking of ear candy?” Eddie searches through their duffel bag until he finds Steve’s Vecna Saftey Tape. Waves it around wildly as he speaks. “Forgive me. I didn’t know entry-level chord progressions were considered Carnegie Hall worthy these days. But by all means, call my music shit.”

He throws the tape at Steve’s lap before dropping back down to his seat on the couch.

“Well,” Steve smirks. “At least we know if the music won’t wake you up, mocking it sure as hell will.”

“Guys. Focus.” Nancy steps into the center of the room. Everyone nods, even Eddie. They listen intently to her directions. Henderson doesn’t interrupt her, not even once.

Nancy’s entire demeanor is charged with currents of determination. It’s honestly impressive. Truly. She could convince congress to change the fucking constitution if she wanted. Have the supreme court eating out of her palm with how persuasive she can be.

And the only thing that distracts her, is the same thing distracting Eddie.

Two fingers. Muddy knuckles.

Eddie follows her gaze back over to Steve. Her expression softening when she sees him.

It’s cruel and expected. Cruel that Eddie has to witness such softness, knowing exactly how it feels. Expected because wedding bells can practically be heard every time those two interact with each other. No one can deny that.

But knowing all this doesn’t stop the cruelty from squeezing Eddie’s stomach till his insides feel raw.

He swallows down his flimsy fantasies. Keeps repeating those words from back in the woods:

It’s jealousy, it’s jealousy, it’s jealousy, it’s-

“Hey, man.” Steve says.

Man? Not ‘Nancy, my betrothed?’ Not “Nancy, my muse?”

… Man?

Eddie blinks. Glances up to see Steve looking at him. “Your taste in music isn’t complete shit.”

Which isn’t exactly an apology. But the teasing scratches an itch in Eddie’s brain that he hasn’t be able to reach for a very long time.

“Yeah.” Eddie says. ���I guess Bob Seger’s stuff is… intermediate. Assistant managerial-level chord progressions.”

He pauses. Then leans in and adds a quick, “At best.”

They both laugh a little. It’s cut short by Steve clearing his throat again. One of the many reminders that they’re not well.

That nothing they’re going through is fair. Not even in the same universe as Fair. Eddie’s eyes fall to the red markings around Steve’s neck. Wonders if that makes his cough hurt worse.

“Look.” Steve nudges Eddie’s arm. Pulls his attention back into this moment. “We’ve got this, okay?”

Eddie can’t exactly tell if there’s softness in Steve’s eyes - the same kind Nancy gives to him so freely. Or if it’s just regularly scheduled Concern. But it doesn’t even matter because Steve said that.

We.

‘We’ve got this.’

Him and Steve.

And, okay, was Steve referring to a collective ‘we?’ Sure, yeah. Obviously. But Eddie is allowing himself to wallow in delusion while the world’s expiration date remains questionable.

So he aims a lovesick smile at Steve and sighs. “Whatever you say, Harrington.”