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happy disability pride month!!! promoting myself :))!! i’m an artist with severe general anxiety, auDHD, BPD, OCD, PTSD and GERD. i struggle a lot with each of my disabilities individually but i still love to create art and vocal synth covers nonetheless ^ ^ happy disability pride month!! might put a little more in the tags
#disability pride month#disability pride#vocaloid#vocal synth#i’m so fucked up !! ; - ;#/lh#thank you to everyone who supports me#it really makes me feel better when i’m down#despite my disabilities i still try so hard to please others#it’s really nice to see all my efforts pay off bfgsjbd#to everyone who’s supporting me with my covers thank you so much genuienly#to everyone who comments thank you so much#i get so happy reading every single comment#the fact that you take time out of your day to say something nice means the world to me#i love you all <3#thank you for all your support#happy disability pride month:)
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I'm thrilled to announce my game SPACESONA will be releasing on Nov 8th!
It's my first game and just a short gamejam project, but I'm proud of it and I hope people will enjoy it!!
#kazedoodl#dev#SPACESONA game#uhhh HIIII Thank you to everyone who has been supporting me so far..! I hope you like it!!!
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Hey guys, it's finally time for a Miraculous Mentor AU webcomic!!! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
This 80-page story will explore Felix's backstory as Chat Noir, his relationship with Bridgette and a significant step in his bond with Adrien. I've been working on this project for over a year with the support of my Patreon crew and I'm so excited to finally start releasing it - I really hope you guys enjoy!
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#miraculous ladybug#miraculous mentor au#felix sphinx#adrien agreste#bridgette cheng#mentor au#josie's art#lemme tag it as#A Matter of Trust#to keep everything compiled on my blog#anyhow this is a monster project i teased at the beginning of the year and i'm FINALLY at the point of releasing it publicly!!! YESSSS#my biggest undertaking ever and thank you so much to everyone who supported me along the way!!!#also felix and bri have jobs now! finally pinning down those character details :V :V :V
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is that a sense of impending doom, or just the summer pollen? probably just the pollen.
anyway, i don't plan on posting full chapters like this too often but take this as a reminder to go check out Ad Astra Per Aspera on its neocities page, where it updates every Friday! In case you’re into comics about things that already exist.
#gravity falls#stanford pines#lab creations#webcomic#comics#this is so many images sorry. but i really wanted to post the whole thing since it's a shorter chapter anyway#thank you to everyone who has supported me with nice feedback so far! i really appreciate knowing other people keep up with it#and i have many plans.
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i can finally post my silly little two-part wallpaper / blog banner merch pieces i made for the @hotguycomiczine !!
phone wallpaper ver. & some cursed hgc universe doodles under cut
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one discussion on offbrand hotguy & cuteguy merchandise really captured me.
i wish they were real ...
#kostik draws#hotguy comics zine#hgcz#stressmonster101#stressmonster#fanart#hermitcraft#hermitcraft fanart#the opportunity to try to Freehand Backgrounds and practice my colours#hooly fuck#what a learning experience#definitely taking this with me#please check out the comics and stories and covers if you havent already!#i did intend to make more for the zine... but it didnt work out. mentals and spotty motivation and all#i wanted to make some cute tiling wallpapers ...#oh well. this is life#im still very glad i took part and i want to extend a huge thanks to everyone who worked with us and on the zine#as well as everyone who supported us#blown away by everyones dedication for real
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JJK OLYMPICS OHHH YOURE A GENIUS
head spinning w sooooooo many athlete aus rn…..
satoru honestly isn’t half as cocky as the media makes him out to be but he could be because you bring up world champion men’s freestyle swim times and it’s his name on the scoreboard ten times before someone else shows up. he’s faster than himself by fifteen seconds all around, he’s earned a bit of cockiness. mentioned in the last post that whenever he’s at a competition and he finishes a race, he looks at the camera and signs a little infinity sign and then blows a kiss to you. some bitter old coach always calls him out on it, and gets him fined for unsportsmanlike conduct, and he’s happy to pay the fees if it means getting a message home to you, but eventually you two come up with a new code; and at his next race, he places gold, turns to the camera, crosses his middle finger over his pointer finger and smiles. when he’s in his post-race interview, he makes sure to explain that he does it for you with the widest smile on his face.
megumi nepotism baby but not in the same sport. toji was a multi gold medalist back in his heyday for shooting, so it’s not really a surprise to anybody that megumi has scary good aim, but he takes to archery instead of shooting. actually the idea of megumi being an emo little kid and throwing rocks at a tree when his dad pissed him off his hilarious, and even funnier is toji watching him, slightly amused and a little scared because megumi is maybe six and hitting the exact same spot every single time. he grows to be very blase about it—it’s more of a release/hobby for him that he happens to be really good at, and well, now good enough to earn a few olympic medals. megumi is not a fan of having his dad ruffle his hair on international television after he’s won, but he supposes it can’t be helped.
i don’t know where to put yuuta…. tennis…. tempting….. him in his little white shorts…. little grunts after he serves…. cries….. a complete 180 in his personality when he’s playing vs doing anything else. so charming and sweet and kinda shy when he’s being interviewed, and the second he steps on the court his eyes are so cold it’s scary…. need him… extremely nerdy about his rackets, and shoes, and clothes, and rambles to you about aerodynamics and posture and torque whenever you ask him to teach you, and you always have to shutup him up with a kiss and remind him that yeah you sort of want to learn to play tennis for him, but mostly you came bc he looks hot doing it. once he got asked in an interview if he ever thinks about you while he’s playing and his response was very concise, “no, never. it would be a big distraction,” and did not realize the implications of his heavily televised words.
also…. not to make this post 40% yuuta but we could pull from canon a bit and make his sport fencing. he doesn’t excel because he’s the strongest, it’s because he’s learned to treat the sword as an extension of himself and a good strategist… also because i like the image of him pulling the helmet/mask off and shaking his hair out………..
don’t even know where to put yuuji…. volleyball? basketball? track and field??? the irony of him easily being the most athletic but canonically does not want to play sports 😭 but i can see him playing a sport because someone scouts him and it turns out to be a way to make steady money to support himself and his grandpa :( by the time he’s qualified and made it to the olympics, wasuke is doing much better (thanks to yuuji having landed some preemptive sponsorships and being able to afford better medical care), but not so well enough that he can travel across the world to watch yuuji play. wasuke tells you that you should travel and be with yuuji, but yuuji is so touched by the idea that you would stay with his grandpa and be by his side when he’s away :(( he wins gold, of course, and he doesn’t even wait until the closing ceremony—which, he’d mentioned in all of his interviews, so nobody can be too upset. he’s on record saying, “i’m excited to play, but i’m even happier to be going home. my girlfriend and my grandpa are watching me and i miss them!” several times— he’s on the first flight home with flowers, and tears in his eyes. puts his gold medal on his grandpa’s neck as a thank you, and spends probably thirty minutes straight hugging you and kissing you and honestly don’t put it past him to propose now that he’s got nike ambassador money
nanami started judo as a way to relieve the stress of his overbearing job, and someone at the gym/training center notices he seems to be a natural despite being a beginner. he starts to draw a crowd, which annoys him at first because the point of judo was discipline and release from having to deal with too many people at his office job, but nanami supposes he can’t be too mad when you introduce yourself as a talent scout and offer him professional training. there’s irony in him accepting your offer, because it was definitely not based in professionalism at all… quitting his job as a salaryman to become a professional athlete in his mid-twenties was not on his bingo chart, but if it means he will have met you, then so be it. you’re with him all the way, through his training, competitions, world championships, qualifiers, all the way until he’s on the podium. you’re the first to congratulate him, but he interjects by telling you he’s quitting. you ask him why—he just won at the olympics for crying out loud, but nanami just shakes his head, puts down his flowers and his medal so his hands are free to hold your face and tell you, “it would be unethical to kiss my manager, so i am quitting.” (later, when everything is said and done, and you two are cuddling, you mention to him that he could just hire a new manager, and not quit his new career, to which he blushes because yeah… that’s probably more rational, but rational was not in his train of thought at the time)
#anonymous#nanami kento.......................................... god#also yuuji :((((( just a kid who wanted to do something nice for his grandpa I will CRY#immediate proposal when he gets home to you who does he think he is? yuuta?#speaking of yuuta he's like the best player his age and he's always asked to attend events or parties or whatever#and he's always like ah no thank you I am going home to my girlfriend#every fucking interview it's like yeah I love tennis but I love my girlfriend more for supporting and encouraging me#my girlfriend my girlfriend my girlfriend#one day he actually seems Excited to be doing his press conference and a journalist picks up on it to which yuuta happily raises his hand#and lets everyone know that he's now engaged. and very very grateful for his wife#he does the same shit a few years later like randomly during a press conference he's like#'I am kinda nervous. my baby didn't sleep well last night so I was up with him pretty late' and everyone's like BABY?#and yuutas like yeah! he's almost 14 months now do u wanna see him!#let me stop bringing kids into this bc w/ satoru and kento I could go on for hours....#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo x reader#gojo smut#yuuta x reader#yuuji x reader#megumi x reader#nanami kento x reader#once u asked megumi what he thinks about when he's practicing and he's so deadpan as he reloads and arrow#and right before he lets it go he's like 'ur ex boyfriend' and then hits the target dead in the center LMFAO#olympics au
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Hey hi if you like my swords you can support me on Patreon to fund my art!!! Each pledge helps me out so much and I appreciate everyone who supports me, especially during this busy month :} I can’t make art without ppl like you who want to see more of it !!!!!
it costs £1, the link is here ! Thank you so much! ❤️💕⚔️
#thank u so much! I really wouldn’t have been able to do this unless my patrons were supporting me :}#thank u to everyone who makes this possible you literally make dreams come true ❤️
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The brightest
#merlin#bbc merlin#merthur#arthur pendragon#king arthur#merlin fanart#art#artists on tumblr#my art#upd: also i wanted to thank everyone who shoeed support under my now deleted post. all of you always inspire me. just thank you
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we can finally post our pieces for @huntlowfanzine!!! this project was so much fun. i was the beta reader mod, i wrote a fic, and i drew spot art for several people's fics/poems. thank you SO MUCH to @skeptical-rainbows for drawing such beautiful spot art for my fic!!! 💚💛
🔗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/59088022
you can see more of the spot art doodles i made for other people's fics and poems below the cut.
thank you to the many authors who allowed me to work with them! i'm so glad i got the opportunity to beta read and draw art for so many fics. :)
#the owl house#toh#huntlow#hunter toh#willow park#the owl house fanfic#toh fanfic#other people's art#my writing#my art#zine#i can't believe this project is finally over...it's been so many years in the making#i'm so proud of what we were all able to accomplish and create together#thank you so so much to everyone who supported the zine!!! it means the world to me!!!#HUNTLOSERS FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!
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my first fanart of käärijä! [reference]
#käärijä#jere pöyhönen#i want to use the tags to thank everyone who supported me under my post a few days ago 🥹#until last week i was mostly a lurker on the k tag since esc23... mainly because joining a new fandom felt overwhelming to me but -#you guys gave me such a warm welcome and made me feel so 'at home'. that's something i haven't felt in an online space in YEARS#back to the artwork: it started out as a leather study a few months ago but i hated the way it looked so i abandoned it. now that i have -#finished it i have to say that i actually think it's pretty decent!!!#that being said... i hate that the color and contrast look SO VASTLY DIFFERENT on my tablet vs my laptop vs my phone i hate hate hate it#also full disclosure: i did not draw the bg#fanart#my art
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don't you forget about me (part eight; final)
(part one)(part two)(part three)(part four)(part five)(part six)(part seven) (ao3 link)
It was an “if” if Eddie would actually be discharged today, but now, after some more poking and prodding, he's finally on his way home with prescriptions for pain meds and physical therapy.
Wayne helps him up the three creaky, beautifully familiar stairs into the trailer, and Eddie collapses onto the old, beautifully familiar couch the second he gets inside. The weary groan he lets out is only slightly over-dramatized. “I feel like an 80 year old man,” he complains, entire body sore and aching to the bone already. “Now I know how you feel.”
“Oi, I ain't that old,” Wayne protests. When Eddie snorts derisively, Wayne rolls his eyes and chuckles. “Alright, fine, so we both got creaky knees now. You, at least, will be young and spry again in no time, though,” his uncle tells him. “Just get some rest, old man.”
Eddie heaves a great big sigh, takes another breath to steel himself, and then does just the opposite of that.
“What did I just say?” Wayne mutters as Eddie moves to stand again.
“I said I’d call Steve,” Eddie says. Steve had to go to work, but he'd told Eddie that morning to call him if he ended up making it home today. “I’ll dip out of work and come hang out, help you settle in, if you want,” Steve had said.
Wayne offers, “I can call him for you.”
“No, no, I got it,” Eddie insists, words broken by a grunt as he hauls himself back to his feet. “I can make it to the phone, Wayne, I'm not a complete invalid.”
“Alright.” Wayne raises his hands in defeat and backs off. He’s never been one to hover. “You just shout if you need me.”
Eddie limps - slowly, painfully, with difficulty - to the phone on the wall by the tiny dining table they never use, the surface littered instead with unopened mail and haphazard papers scribbled with notes and reminders and important phone numbers. He leans heavily against the table as he paws through the piles trying to find a note of Steve's number. Eddie finds it buried deep, probably long since memorized by now before his memory got erased, but there it is: a notepad paper with Steve's name scrawled on it and two phone numbers written underneath, home and work.
“Bingo.” Eddie grabs the paper, takes the phone off the hook, and dials the work number.
The phone rings a couple times, and then: “Family Video. How can I help you?”
“Hey, Stevie.” Eddie smiles at the sound of his voice, as if he hadn't literally just heard it only a few hours ago.
“Eddie!” Steve's bored customer service voice brightens. “Are you home? How are you feeling?”
“Yeah, I’m home. I’m alright. I mean, I’m bone-fucking-tired and feel about a million years old, but it's really really good to be back,” Eddie says honestly. He adds, “I’m under strict orders to rest, though - gonna be bored out of my mind, so I could use the company if you were serious about ditching work for me.”
“Of course I was serious,” replies Steve. “It's a slow day today anyways.”
Eddie grins. “Get your sweet ass over here then.”
A smile is evident in Steve's voice too. “I'll be there in ten.”
Eddie hangs up, tries his best to wipe this stupid lovesick grin off his face. He stumbles his way down the hall to his room next, flicking on some music from the cassette player on his dresser and looking around. His room is just as beautifully familiar as the rest of the trailer, not much changed from the way he last remembers it. The same music and D&D shit clutter his surfaces, the same posters clutter his walls. His bed is unmade, clothes litter the floor, same as always.
The only differences: his beloved electric guitar no longer hangs on the wall by the mirror (he was told, devastatingly, that she hadn't survived her trip to the Upside Down), and there are photographs he doesn't recognize taped up around the corners of that mirror. Eddie staggers over to get a closer look, only to first be momentarily jumpscared by his own reflection. His face is pale, eyes sunken, and his hair frizzes out in a greasy, tangled mess around his head, unwashed and unbrushed for who knows how long. Gross, but whatever. He manages to ignore his sickly appearance and inspects the pictures he had apparently deemed important enough to stick to the edges of his mirror.
There are photos of Eddie smiling with Hellfire and his band and the kids, in large groups and small groups, with old friends he remembers and newer ones he doesn't quite. But what catches his attention the most is a photobooth strip of him and Steve. The first picture shows the two of them grinning, arms slung around each other’s shoulders; the second, a silly face photo, Eddie sticking out his tongue and Steve crossing his eyes; the third, Eddie giving Steve devil horns while Steve laughs; and the fourth-
Eddie plucks the strip off the mirror, stumbles, so taken aback he trips over his own lame feet until he plops down heavily onto his bed, and he stares. He stares at the last image in the row, which depicts - clear as day and undeniably real, immortalized in ink on photo paper - Steve kissing Eddie, tender hand on his cheek, both of them smiling against each other’s lips.
He stares and he stares and he stares. And the longer he stares the more he can almost feel it, taste it, see the events of that photo strip playing out in his mind’s eye like a waking dream. Like a memory.
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Steve pulls up to the trailer, the one with the metal music blaring from somewhere inside that announces to the whole park that Eddie Munson is back home. He smiles at the sound, gets out of his car and bounds toward it.
It's Wayne who lets him in when Steve knocks on the door. “He's in his room,” the older man tells him as he steps aside to let Steve in. “Make sure he's stayin’ off his feet, will you? ‘Cause lord knows he won't listen to me.”
“Yeah, I got it,” Steve says, and his tone and his smile say I got him. Wayne nods.
Steve makes his way down the hall to Eddie’s room. He raps his knuckles against the door first, but he doubts that can even be heard over the music so he pushes it open without waiting for a response. “Hey, Ed-” Steve starts, only to falter when he sees Eddie sitting statue-still on the edge of his bed, eyes boring holes into a photo strip of the two of them together. “Oh.”
Eddie blinks, expression unreadable as he looks up and over at Steve. “Why didn't you tell me?”
“I-” Steve doesn't know what to say, what he should say. His veins buzz with a nauseating mix of hope and anxiety and it's making him feel a bit sick. He takes a deep breath, turns down the music so he can think. “I wanted to. I just- I thought it would freak you out. You didn't know me. I didn't want to force anything on you.”
“So…we were together,” Eddie says slowly. “For how long?”
“Since July.” Steve’s desperately searching Eddie’s face for something, anything, to clue him in to what Eddie’s thinking or feeling right now. “Are- are you freaked out? Because you look a little freaked out.”
“I’m not freaked out,” Eddie says, and it's almost convincing. “I'm just…processing.”
“Oh-kay…” Steve breathes out, leaning cautiously against the doorframe, still hovering by the exit just in case Eddie decides he doesn't want him there anymore once he's finished processing.
“I’ve, uh-” Eddie looks back down at the photo strip he holds in his hands and takes a breath. “I’ve been remembering some things, you know, little things - in dreams - about us. But I- I thought I just had a crush or something, because I thought if all of that was real, if we had really been that happy - that…in love - then you would've said something. You would've told me.”
When Eddie's eyes meet his again, Steve realizes he'd misread his expression before. Eddie's not freaked, he's upset, hurt, not because of what he's learned but because it was kept from him. Of all the worst-case scenarios Steve's spiraling mind had come up with over the past couple weeks, he had not considered this one. So preoccupied with his own angst over being forgotten and fear of being unwanted, Steve hadn't thought to consider that him hiding the true nature of their past might make Eddie feel unwanted too. That's the last thing Steve wants; the ache of that trumps any other ache he feels.
“Eddie, I’m sorry. I just- you didn't know me, and I panicked; I didn't think, or-or I thought too much, but I should've just told you.” Steve pushes off from the doorway and goes to sit beside Eddie, because he can't stand Eddie looking at him with those big doe eyes and not being close to him. He leaves a bit of space, barely holds himself back from taking hold of Eddie's hand. “Because it was real, all the things you've been remembering. It was real- it is real, and I’m so sorry I didn't tell you.”
Eddie is uncharacteristically quiet for a moment. His gaze flicks him up and down and across his face, and then Eddie grabs him, hands dropping the photo strip to instead clutch at Steve's cheek and jaw as he pulls him in and kisses him. As their lips slide together, familiar, the both of them sigh into the kiss. Steve feels a bursting in his heart, so similar to the way it felt the very first time they’d done this: the giddiness of reciprocation, the intuition that this is right.
When Eddie pulls back after a few long moments, something is changed, something returned. Steve watches Eddie’s eyes flutter open; and when they do, for the first time since he'd woken up in that hospital bed, Eddie sees him, knows him, loves him.
“How could I ever have forgotten that?” Eddie says, almost whispered, running his thumb across Steve's cheekbone. “How could I ever have forgotten you?”
Steve could cry. Tears made of relief and joy blur his vision, because Eddie is looking at him with all the tenderness he'd been missing these past weeks, the painful emptiness of before now filled. It's all back. His Eddie is back. Steve pitches forward and hugs him bodily. Eddie returns the embrace; Steve sinks into his arms and it feels like coming home.
He closes his misty eyes, buries his face in the crook of Eddie's neck and the tangles of his hair, and he breathes him in, clinging onto him like Eddie might just disappear if Steve ever let go. Eddie holds him just as close, one arm wrapped firm around Steve's waist while his other hand cradles the back of Steve's head and strokes his hair. Steve soaks in every touch, feels every place where they are pressed against each other, so warm and safe and loving after so long without it. He is whole again in the arms of the man he loves.
“I missed you,” Steve mutters, lips brushing against the skin of Eddie's neck as he speaks, muffled.
“I know, Stevie,” Eddie murmurs, “my Stevie, I’m so sorry.”
“S’okay. It wasn't your fault,” Steve mumbles, and he thinks maybe they both need to stop apologizing for this.
Eddie must think the same, because he says, “And it wasn't yours either,” like he knows every twisted, guilty thought that's been haunting Steve lately and he absolves him of them. He tugs gently at Steve’s hair to get him to lift his head and look him in the eyes. “You know that, right?”
“Yeah, I know,” Steve says quietly. Eddie reaches up to brush from his cheek a tear Steve didn't even know had fallen, and as he wipes it away he wipes away everything - all blame, all fear, all pain. Eddie had forgotten him, and it sucked, but now he remembers again, and none of that matters anymore. Steve hangs onto Eddie's wrist. “Just-” His voice rasps with emotion, making it rougher. “Don't you ever forget about me again.”
It's not a promise that can be made with any certainty - anything can happen at any time, just as unexpectedly as it had this time - but Steve doesn't need certainty, he just needs to hear the words, and Eddie gives that to him. “I won't, darling,” he vows, with gentle reassurance. “Never again.”
“Good,” Steve sighs, turning his head into Eddie's hand to press a kiss to the palm.
The last of his heavier emotions drain out of him then and now he can feel the joy of Eddie's return in its whole entirety. As he rolls his face out of Eddie's hand and settles his eyes on the beautiful boy in front of him, a grin begins to spread across Steve's face; Eddie's smile grows in tandem with his, like he's smiling just because Steve is. Steve says, giddy in full now, “You're back.”
“Yeah,” Eddie says, lovely and bright, ducking to bump his forehead against Steve's. “I'm back.”
Steve lets go of Eddie's wrist to tangle a hand in his hair, and he tilts his head up to kiss him again, just because he can, because he's making up for lost time. They draw each other in close once more, lips and bodies moving against each other, easy and natural. Steve could stay right here like this forever, never wants to stop holding him or stop kissing him.
But a thought - a question - tickles at the base of Steve's skull, and when he does pull back he asks, hopeless romantic that he is, “Just in case - I mean, just so I know - what was it that brought your memory back? Was it like a…true love’s kiss breaking the spell sort of thing?”
Eddie laughs, gives Steve another quick peck like he always does when Steve says something endearing. “Not quite, Prince Charming,” he responds with a grin so fond Steve thinks his heart might burst. “It was more like…the things I had remembered were just dreams to me, shallow and unreal, but kissing you was like an anchor, a reminder that allowed those dreams to sink in as proper memories and become real.”
“So…basically it was true love’s kiss,” Steve says cheekily, just to hear Eddie’s laugh again, just to receive another affectionate press of Eddie's lips against his.
“Yeah, sure,” Eddie concedes, smilingly, never one not to indulge whimsy, “we can call it that.” But then he amends, with a little less levity, “It wasn't exactly a magic cure-all, though. It didn't bring everything back, there are still gaps in my memory.” He looks at Steve with eyes like pools of melted chocolate, soft and endless. “But I remember that I love you; I remember that much.”
And Steve tells him, “That's enough," and he pulls him in for another true love's kiss.
THE END. taglist: @romanticdestruction @daydreamsandcrashingwaves @paintsplatteredandimperfect @hallucinatedjosten @mugloversonly @estrellami-1 @alongcomesaspider @thatonebadideapanda @tell-me-a-secret-a-nice-one @dragonmama76 @wxrmland @nuggies4life @sirsnacksalot @myguiltyartpleasure @lolawonsstuff @marklee-blackmore @vinteraltus @sebastiansstanswhore @0happyeverafter0 @scarlet-malfoy @hotluncheddie @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @emsgoodthinkin @alyelf @warlordess @stevesbipanic @lil-gremlin-things @rockandrolodex @badcaseofcasey @bat-outta-hel @fandomcartographer @manda-panda-monium @littlewildflowerkitten @giopandaonice @mightbeasleep @queenie-ofthe-void @krazyperson @worldofshea @marvel-ous-m @tartarusknight @a-little-unsteddie @xenon-demon @goodolefashionedloverboi @xxsky-shockxx @mc-i-r @bookbinderbitch @aspenshade88 @slowandsteddie @thedragonsaunt @daydreaming-mood @space-invading-pigeon @irregular-child @a-lovely-craziness (continued in replies)
#and that's all folks!#endings are so hard for me but i hope you guys like this one#huge huge thank you to everyone who's followed along; all the love and support on this has been insane and i am so grateful <3#steddie#steddie fic#steddie fanfiction#steddie fanfic#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#fanfic#mine#dyfamsteddiefic
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i love to post my silly little drawings on the world wide web
#my art#anthro#neopets#neosona tag#thank you very much to everyone who has enabled me so far. with your support we can get neopets dot com to canonize their wedding#ill draw neopetz stuff that isnt these two someday i promis 🤞
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thank you
#cowmix#im not sure what else to put here#other than this is a comic ive wanted to make for a long time#and i really. really appreciate the continued support#i have never and will never run off with money. i never want to. if you have paid me for something and i never made it-#please reach out to me. i have felt like a corpse for many many months. but i know i can get better. i know i *am* getting better#i want to finish my queues and focus on personal projects and a better patreon. i want to make big beautiful fun art.#but. like the comic says. i have bills to pay. i have to keep taking work. i have Actual brain damage and am a slow artist#on top of the Aforementioned Everything Else#i'll probably never be able to fully express my gratitude#but. love love love love forever to everyone whos still here#love love love love forever to everyone who believes in me#thank you
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#technically an hour late for me but HAPPY NEW YEAR!!#Ive been ass at drawing this past year but Im determined to do better 💪#and thank you to everyone who has supported me!!
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Do you like my art? Do you wish I would draw something specific? Great news!
~COMMISSIONS ARE NOW OPEN!~
If you are interested in commissioning me, please fill out the google form and I'll reach out to you as slots become available!
[Ko-fi - Google Form Link]
#Commission info#PLEASE NOTE ONCE AGAIN: These prices are not USD - these are cheaper than you may think.#I have put a ton of work into this and I am so thankful to everyone who helped me out!#There are still probably bumps I need to iron out as I go but I will try my best. Feedback is very welcome!#If there are a lot of people interested I may have a waitlist but I doubt I'll have that many offers. I'm still pretty new here!#The money I make from this is honestly mostly going to go back into funding this art hobby of mine. Ink is expensive!#Thank you also for all the love and support for my comics. Without it I'd never have the confidence to do commissions.#Even if you can't afford it right now - know I really appreciate it all. From the lurker to the frequent commenter: thank you <3#Don't worry about the horse by the way. She's just here to keep watch.
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please don’t be sad little sprout, you are loved 🌱 🖤
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#🌱Thank you<33🌱#I guess my latest vent art post made some of you guys worried. I'm sorry ;;n;; )#but I'm alright. well.. kind of? Like I haven't done anything to myself kind of alright?#maybe I should explain bit about my situation but at the same time I don't feel comfortable to open up too much#but simply said it's about doing art as a job and mental health#Things haven't been going well but I am getting help for my mental health#This is all what I will say for now about my situation#I apologize again that I made you guys worried#but I do warn that I might post more vent art if I get enough energy to draw#this is just one way how I deal with my emotions#but if you don't like vent art I suggest to block the words vent and vent art#I remember tumblr has this option somewhere??#and uhh.. I don't really know how to end this post but thank you everyone who has been sending support<33#I might not know how to reply to them but I have read them all and I'm very thankful for all the support what you guys have given me🌱#Thank you🌱#ask#anon#me talking
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