#thank you for the encouragement tho!!
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I mean this in the nicest way, but i think you are stressing yourself out for nothing. Just take the bits you like of the two versions and put them together. If you prefer their personalities in the 98 version and the new timeline just combine them, you dont have to follow any rules.
anon i think you are right like technically the world is my oyster but i feel like i end up questioning myself like……would either wolfwoods even do this anymore….etc.
there are no rules!! you are right!! i think i’m just gonna need a good beta reader for this vashwood x reader fic i’m working on to help me w their characters lol
thank you for the advice tho!!! you are right i am stressing myself out for nothing bc there are no rules and this is my world to write in!
#i just still end up raising eyebrows at my own work lol#you know??#thank you for the encouragement tho!!#cielo chats!
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//minor blood, spoilers for all three games
short IEYTD animatic i made to the song My Favorite Part by PEABOD! took me like five days and i’m not 100% happy w it (who knew that trying to animate using iMovie which has a very strict clip length cap would make snappy movements nigh impossible?) but i think it still turned out pretty good :)
#i’m going to try to do Who Broke It next but. that might. take a while.#this was good practice tho!#making comics AND animatics… this fandom is teaching me all sorts of things#thank u ieytd fandom for being encouraging :D got plenty more in the works!#ieytd#i expect you to die#ieytd 2#ieytd 3#agent phoenix#reginald crane#the handler#dr prism#she’s there for like one frame#john juniper#as well#tempted to tag this as solaris since her camera is there… i shall refrain. this time#i drew all of the backgrounds from memory so if something looks horribly off pretend it was on purpose or smth
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Hello guys!!!!! Aforementioned project is finally finished 🫠 It was meant to be just a simple weekend project, and ended up being 30+ hours over the period of like four days. I don't think I'm an actual normal human anymore. This is the project that caused everyone in my life to question my mental and physical wellbeing and health. But I'm super excited to share this all of you!!!! Please enjoy!!!! Even if you don't like vettonso, I hope this is still interesting????
If you make any, please reblog this or tag me in it! I'm excited to see what other people, other than just me suffering alone in my bedroom, make out of this!!! <3
#jesus christ i cant believe i actually made this 😭😭#originally earlier last week i was like ahhh i wanna draw more of them in different eras(like the timeswap au)#and then randomly wanted to draw every single racesuit(nightmare)#and then im like WAIT I CAN MAKE A PICREW OUT OF THIS#no joke when i say i dont think i was a human this weekend#it was truly: eat. sleep. draw. eat. draw. sleep. draw. eat. draw. draw. sleep.#the screentime count on my ipad is soooooo fucking bad im ashamed dhfjfkkg#i dont think picrews are meant to be made in the span of a weekend#*weakly* i did it~#again as i said in the description. please request if you want anything added!!!#i dont know if ill get to it immediately bcs i just spent 30+ hours psychologically torturing myself#i actually feel so ill JSJFKGLGLG but im happy w it and i wouldnt have gone back and changed any of the process#tho the evolution of 'im having so much fun' to groaning every time i opened up my ipad again was so funny#thank you so much to suzuki i could have never have done this without your support and encouragement 🥹🥹#hoping this picrew works as a blood sacrifice to the good health and wellbeing of the amr24. the car that is launching today!#also istg i am going to dm shill and self reblog this with no shame. it is my magnum opus(as of now)#now i am going to sleep and not touch my ipad for a while djfkkglg#f1#formula 1#sebastian vettel#fernando alonso#catie.art.#vettonso#normal posts that catie normally makes in a normal fashion
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it's a craving, not a crush
meet me in the bathroom (unless you're a coward) aka in between the UTM main show and after show
#wow okay this took me forever to post on tumblr#like an hour since i posted it on ao3 but still#fuck making tumblr posts for fics. me and my boys HATE it#i searched far and wide for some aesthetic photos but all of them made me cringe#anyway here's this#shoutout to sage-lights for understanding my utm vision and reading this before i posted it#additional shoutout to shesmore-shoebill for the encouragement and compassion!!#and thank you for reminding me that sometimes logistics don't have to matter too much#srsly would not have finished this without either of you#and finally thank you to the amangela gc for being there even tho i never share my fics because i am too embarrassed#appreciate u all#amangela#smosh rpf#my fics#angela giarratana#amanda lehan canto#smosh
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I don't think I'll ever be able to kill the imprisoned spawns in any playthrough (listen, if Mystra doesn't see any problem with unleashing thousands of hungry illithids and turning the Sword Coast into a horror show, why should the gang of mortals challenge the gods-approved way of solving problems?), but I saw how Astarion responds to Ulma if spawns are dead and he doesn't Ascend.
And I'm in shambles once more:
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You know he isn't lying or pretending to avoid their ire. He has always had trouble with sounding genuine when talking about things he doesn't believe in. However, whenever he speaks from his heart, he bleeds with words and emotion.
For all his talks about his grudge against the Gur people, he can willingly add another scar to his collection just to spare them the pain.
#astarion#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 astarion#i generally don't like the whether astarion is good or bad person discourse#or talking about him in the context of “can he be fixed or changed”#what's important is that he is NOT a monster and you can encourage this#still not going to kill the spawn tho#ulma is never happy with any resolution and it gets frustrating#but gandrel gets to reunite with his little ones and that what counts#thank gods oath of vengeance sees the spawn as innocents#Youtube
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Ayo where team Sans be at, love?
This is all he deserves, love. 🫶🏻
#i dun wanna#🤷🏼♀️#ask and answer#you're free to make sk! fanclub stuff on your own time tho! 🫶🏻#tmdg#in fact I encourage it#maybe I'll even add to it if you set up a stand like Mari had#😏#the most dangerous game#sk! sans#serial killer! sans#serial killer au#thank you for the ask#sona#authorsona#mob talks
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Headcanon #69: Because Minds arms are made of metal, Heart sometimes just sticks refrigerator magnets on him. Also if he has enough time to do so, like is Mind was sleeping, Heart would pin a note to him aswell.
(Very stupid things like “kick me” “im an asshole” or messages TO Mind that's like “fuck you” or “ur mom”)
#idk its the funny number i had to not be sad alright#in some cases when they're “kind” to each other tho he'll leave nicer notes#and *maybe* if like Mind hasn't been doing too well he'll leave a lil happy note that's encouraging#i mean it'll still be like “but ur a nerd anyway so...” or “...oh also fuc u”#also like ominous positivity as well#“you will feel better soon. good times are coming. you cannot stop it.” type deal#also mind might reply back later by silently tossing a note or ball of paper that says like “thanks. unfuck you or whatever”#“you spelled this wrong but I appreciate it nonetheless”#chonny jash#cj mind#cj heart#I saw this in the discord a bit back & im slowly losing ideas so thank them for this
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so pretty i could eat them up !
#angels of death#daniel dickens#danny tag#my fanart#my art#satsuriku no tenshi#alt caption: spaghetti and meatballs#that felt a little on the foul side tho#i enjoyed experimenting with this one#reblogs are super encouraged im so proud of it please please please#oooo you want to share this around oooooooo#(please ask to use as a pfp. also dont repost. link. thanks.)#playing simon says
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me when i meet with my colleges first out trans teacher who is like a celebrity with me after one of my teachers puts me in contact with her again (i had interviewed said trans teacher 4 years prior and hadnt met with her since) and she tells me tjat my teacher had so many positive things to say about me, about how i was one of her brightest most well spoken students and that she (within like 5 minutes of having been talking) immediately sees exactly what my professor had been talking about and so many super implied positives about me that i would never had known about and i dod everything in my power to avoid prying for more details but even what i heard was soso nicies
#iwillspeakincessantly#god it felt so nice to meet with her again#talking woth someone whos been so influential at my school and the whole state as far as transgender and queer policy making and has#so many connections amd experience and is also trans and historically a teacher bfor she retired#genuinely makes me feel so much better about my life and where im going#and less worried about if ill ever be able to live a peaceful life as a trans twacher when she personally knows#multiple other transmen tbats shes taught who are now teaching IN MY STATE#safely and happily#ough#we said wed meet more in the future and she encouraged me to join the cities pride group that she had founded and is the head of#and maybe tjis time ill actjally go#she even gifted me a book that she had had that she thinks would give me solace and comfort in my life#tbat was also written by a trans man sinxe she thinks im easily intelligent enough to get the humor and referwnces in#god she said i was well spoken and articulated even tho i feel so stupid and inarticulate sometimes#since i ramble a lot and lose my thoughts and i feel like my speaking vocabulary is so lowbrow and cheap often#no matter how many times other peope say i always sound so intelligent when i speak#ARGH#been super steessed about a lot of things in my life and if ill make it out alive but just this short hour and a half convo over a food#has made me feel so mich better and happier and hopeful#argh argh ougj i love finding out that people talk immense amount of positive things about me#god#i was rlaking about how often i struggle woth socializing amd making friends and she aas like really? ive been having a wondefful time#walkimg with you youre so intelligent and well spoken and its like thank you my issues ckme from group settings#and unclear un familiar subjects and ettiqutes of my fellow youths#but it made me feel so good about myself#im gonna implode :333333 positive
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hello! i was wondering if you're still planning to finish your COTL fic? <3
everything I write is written outlined and with the ending in mind so yeah I'd like to get that out but also please look at the stats for the next chapter alone
I Am Begging For Patience /j
#Anon#Fr tho thank you everyone for the lovely comments and encouragement#next chapter will be up At Some Point but I really managed to put too much on my plate with it right as seasonal depression hit#Finally clawing out of that one at least!#Straight up though it's mostly just reorganizing and a few drafts of editing#So there might just be a full ass Different Oneshot out before I make progress with that (already written. Also Needs Editing Passes)#...or I can split it in two parts#But that would require abandoning the chapter organization convention that I've established#eh we'll see
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part one part two
Hawkins, Indiana Summer 1995
Steve stares down into the glowing red center of the world. Heat rolls off the gash in the earth in waves. The smell of rotting is stronger here. He’d gone and done a perimeter check of downtown on foot before returning to the place in front of City Hall. He hadn’t found any other gates, no breaks in the asphalt, no cracking brick or crumbled stone. He hadn’t run into anyone else. Hawkins had been abandoned, fast.
Sometimes, now that he doesn’t have the gin to numb his sleep, Steve has these nightmares. They’re the same nightmares he’d been having back in ’86, the same nightmares he’d had for years since they’d first encountered Vecna. It’s the same nightmare, always. Nothing ever changes, nothing ever shifts. It starts slow, a sparkling rain on the pavement, steam rising hot into the air. The sky is always dark, no stars, no moon, clouds dense and angry. He walks through the streets of Hawkins and then the whole world starts to shake.
The world starts to shake as Steve walks past Melvald’s, past the diner where he’d kissed Eddie for the first time, past the two screen movie theater where Jonathan Byers had punched him in the face. There’s nothing for him to hold on to, his sneakers have no traction on the wet pavement. He falls, he drifts, he slides, until he’s at a crack in the world, right down the center of Hawkins, burning bright and red.
He falls, he drifts, he slides until his hands are gripping at the edge. He’s trying to haul himself back up, but the whole world is still shaking, it’s still damp from the sparkling rain. It’s slippery, hard to hold, but he keeps his grip.
And then, deep in the crack in the world, Steve Harrington hears a voice.
It doesn’t sound like anything at first. Just the slow rumble of the whole world shaking. But then, there it is again.
Deep in the crack in the world, Steve Harrington hears a ghost and loses his grip.
And then he wakes up.
He can never identify the voice, doesn’t know who it is that speaks to him from the center of the world. A part of him doesn’t want to know, doesn’t want to examine it too closely. He thinks he wouldn’t like what he found.
~*~
Indianapolis, Indiana Spring 1987
Steve wakes up from a nightmare, sweating and shaking. He remembers burning, he remembers red. He doesn’t remember anything else. He doesn’t need to.
He feels Eddie’s arms tighten around him.
“Nightmare?” Eddie mumbles against the sweaty skin of Steve’s neck, before planting a small, sweet kiss there.
“Yeah,” Steve whispers. His voice is shaky, his chest feels hollow.
“Wanna talk about it?” Eddie asks, sounding more alert as he shifts their positions, pulling so Steve is on his back and Eddie is leaning over him.
Steve looks up into Eddie’s face, into his big brown eyes full of genuine concern.
“No,” Steve says, reaching up to curl his fingers into the front of Eddie’s t-shirt. “Just want you.” He pulls Eddie towards him and doesn’t miss the way Eddie smiles, just before their lips brush.
Steve is held safe in Eddie’s arms for the rest of the night.
~*~
Indianapolis, Indiana Fall 1991
Steve has been home from the coffeeshop for about an hour. He’s showered and tidied up the living room. He’s sitting on the couch in silence when there’s a knock on the door.
He swings the front door open without looking in the peephole. He knows who it is. Eddie smiles at him from the other side of the apartment’s threshold, soft and a little sad.
“Hey, Stevie,” Eddie says, so softly that Steve almost has to lean in to hear him. He feels himself sway into Eddie’s space before he catches himself.
“Hey.” Steve tries to get his voice to sound level, to sound unaffected. Thinks he manages it, from the look on Eddie’s face. “Boxes are in the guest room.” Steve steps out of the way so Eddie can move past him into the apartment. Their shoulders brush and Steve wants to die.
Eddie looks the same, his hair a little longer maybe. His nails are painted black and he’s got more piercings in his ears, but he’s still got the same leather jacket, the same big black boots on his feet. Steve’s mouth feels dry, his throat tight. His hands feel hollow. His fingertips ache with the effort it takes not to reach out and touch.
Eddie had called him last week. The band had just finished up their first national tour, opening for a band much bigger than them. They’d been promoting their debut album. Steve had been hearing about it non-stop from Dustin and Robin, before he’d had to beg them to stop talking about it. With the money he’d made from the tour and the album launch, Eddie had been able to get a place out in LA, something of his own. He’d called Steve to see about getting the last of his things, the odds and ends he’d left behind.
Eddie walks through the space like he lives there still. Steve feels his heart squeeze as Eddie pushes open the door of what used to be Robin’s room, before she’d graduated in the spring and moved across the country. Before she’d left, too.
“Need any help?” Steve asks from the doorway. There’s only two boxes, but Steve is nothing if not polite.
“Nah, Greg’s got the car running downstairs,” Eddie tells him. Steve vaguely remembers Greg, the band’s bass player, from the shows he’d gone to when the band had still been playing at dive bars all over Indy. He remembers the way Greg’s eyes had always lingered on Eddie, trailed after him as Eddie went to get drinks from the bar or excused himself to go to the bathroom. Steve has to bite his tongue so he doesn’t say anything pathetic.
Steve watches as Eddie squats and lifts the boxes effortlessly, one stacked on top of the other. He moves out of the way so Eddie can move down the hallway, back towards the front door. He waits there, for Steve to open the door for him. Steve doesn’t move.
“Wait, I—” Steve has no plan, doesn’t know what might come out of his mouth. He just knows that there’s desperation coursing under his skin, through his veins, at the thought that this might be the last time that Eddie Munson will ever be here, in this apartment they’d chosen together. He can’t bear the thought that he will never know Eddie Munson again. He feels like his lungs are collapsing, like he can’t possibly suck enough air inside himself. His hand lifts in the space between them, like he might reach out toward where Eddie stands.
“Steve,” Eddie sighs, shifting the boxes in his hands and taking half a step backward. “Don’t do this, okay? I, uh. I can’t do this. Not now.”
Steve feels the prickle of tears in his eyes, but he nods, numbly. He knows he’s missed his chance, that he let fear overrule everything else.
He doesn’t say anything else. He just grips the doorknob in his sweaty hand and opens the door for Eddie. He watches Eddie as he steps out of their apartment for the last time, watches as Eddie walks down the hallway. When he reaches the stairs, Eddie turns for one last look.
“See you around, Harrington,” he says. There’s no smile on his face. He stares for a long moment before he takes the first step downward. A second later, he’s gone.
Steve stands in his doorway for a long time after that, eyes trained on the last place where he’ll ever see Eddie Munson.
~*~
Hawkins, Indiana Summer 1995
Steve is still staring down into the center of the world when the earth starts to shake. It feels so familiar when it starts that he’s almost resigned to it. The rain starts then too, heavy and hot. It feels like burning blood when it hits the skin of his face and his bare arms in his t-shirt. Steve looks up into the sky, squinting against the water pouring down, but he sees nothing. It’s all black, only darkness. It makes the crack through the center of the world glow impossibly brighter.
Steve’s got hiking boots on, which offer more traction than his sneakers. He manages to stay upright, for the most part, as the ground beneath him continues to quake.
But then he hears it. It’s the voice from his dreams, the one he’s tried not to examine too closely. It’s coming from the center of the world, the gash spread out in front of him. Steve swallows thickly, feels saliva pool in his mouth. There’s a painful lump in his throat, his chest feels hollow, and his fingertips ache where his grips his nail bat so tightly he think it might snap in half.
The voice calls out and that’s when the earth starts to shift, tilting sideways, and Steve has nothing but his nail bat to hold on to. His feet slide against the pavement until he’s there, just on the edge of the center of the world. The ground tips again, pushing him over the edge. With his nail bat in one hand and the other scrambling against the slippery wet pavement, Steve Harrington dangles above the burning red center of the world. The heat envelops him, humid and oppressive, until he can’t breathe. He holds on, tight, his fingernails cracking against the sparkling asphalt.
“Steve,” Eddie Munson’s voice calls to him from the crack in the world. “Steve, come find me.”
And then Steve falls.
part four part five AO3 link
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Oop okay well inspiration strikes again! I think I have an idea for two more parts for this lil guy :) Thank you to everyone who reblogged and commented on the last two parts!! I appreciate it so much and it encouraged me to think a lil deeper abt this story, so thank you so much for all your kind words.
Btw if you like the vibes of this, my multi-chapter fic “sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it was mine)” is written in the same style (nonlinear narrative, future fic, post-breakup; I think that one is less depressing though and has a happy ending! (not sure how this will end yet, sorry!)).
Taglist (I hope I got everyone, sorry if I missed you! also sorry if I tagged you mistakenly): @starlight-archer @sly-bananabread @eddiemunsonswife @renaissan-vvitch @gamerdano @n0-1-important @orangeandthefairroadkill @hollysimone @grtwdsmwhr @spkdnailbats @fabledanzel @and-say
#steddie#steddie ficlet#steddie blurb#stranger things#stranger things 4#steddie angst#steddie fanfic#steddie fanfiction#steddie fic#steve harrington#Eddie Munson#stranger things fic#stranger things fanfiction#my writing#in my docs this is titled I'd kill myself to hold you one last time so keep that in mind#NO character death tho I promise lol#alcoholism tw#you guys have been so sweet and nice that its encouraged me to write an additional 4000 words on something that was just supposed#to be a depressing one off so thank you for that lol#I can't let go when somethings broken
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killing me that half of the tags on the art of twitch and the sacristan are like OH TALL
but the other half are
which wasn't my intention but i Do appreciate the encouragement
#encouragement to carry on frantically trying to pull at any hint of a ship i can find here#i will find something. eventually#nothing yet tho :(#londonmusings#every single tag here killed me btw thank you all
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drew MORE gay people. these guys i swear
#teehee#these are supposed to be all separate if it wasn’t clear they’re not all part of one thing#the ‘sup gwen’ is there cause gwen crispy-crust saw the bit of dirk’s face in the kanaya pic and was like hi dirk#and also wow surprise surprise they’re the reason i’m posting this woaaahhhh#shoutouts tho thank you for being so encouraging fren :))#homestuck#my art#home24uck#kanaya maryam#roxy lalonde#dirk strider#don’t mind the shocked dave :)
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Bro. Can i just say how amazing this askblog is? Your style, the quality of the updates, the FREQUENCY. man. You are superb.
(Guuuuu stoppppp! You guys are far too kind!!!
The Pizza Tower brainrot is real, but honestly, I definitely wouldn't be here without your guys' amazing support! It's only been a month and there's nearly 900 of you!!! That's completely wild!!! And like all the nice tags and reblogs and the fanart and the asks!!! (Even if I do not answer them all, there are like 300 of them!!!)
I do not expect to keep up the frequency forever, but I have no plans of slowing down yet!!! There are too many thoughts of a sweet goopy boi in my head and they gotta come out!!!
SO REVERSE UNO CARD, THANK YOU GUYS FOR EVERYTHING!!!)
#ooc post#seriously like thank you so so much#I was so nervous to start this blog and I probably wouldn't of if not for my friend encouraging me haha#but I am so glad I did#I didn't mean to make myself cry but here we are!!!#happy crying tho!!!#okay you guys are epic!!! I hope you all have a super day!!!
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21 years ago, the claim that irene had never reincarnated would be true. as of 20 years ago? not so much. well. it's not like anyone knows that though.
but that doesn't matter now, does it? we should be focusing our attention to the small village of phoenix drop. the village is doing as well as it could be with the recent assassination of their lord. not that they remember anything about him but that'll be important later. right now, we focus on two young adults who were led to the village by a mysterious figure.
leanne, a recently turned 20 "engineer" with a lazy yet fiery spirit who months ago left his own village. he always carries around a bag filled with multiple parts and will become the blacksmiths number one customer.
aphmau, leanne's 19 year old "twin". a decent fighter with a kind heart and a very good understanding of magic. she may act a bit clueless at times but always remembers things like covering her right arm.
unknown to everyone, these two were about to change the village forever, whether they wanted to or not.
#the minecraft diaries rewrite au#minecraft diaries#mcd#aphmau mcd#*sigh* yea i was into mcd when i was younger and now i'm rewriting it#i haven't watched it in forever tho so i'll need to mentally prep myself to watch it again#i already have some lore thought out#but i need to watch it again so i can change more#shout out to crows the beloved#thank you for encouraging me to make this insane attempt at a rewrite#i will also be doing one for miraculous but right now it's mcd time#oh [redacted]!zane... the ideas i have for you#oc leanne hearth
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Tbh, he's fine with not looking fancy........
#[ LMAO every time i try to make a cool icon file i end up disliking it hhhhh thank you for your words of encouragement tho!! ]#[ nnoitra's aesthetics are too ???? strong ??? like they're too distracting...... ]#[ but i WILL make my icons bigger bc i looove the 110x110 look ]#[ atm they're 95x95 ]#[ bigger fits him better bc YOU KNOW 8))))))))))) ]#despair for me. ╱ in character.
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