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Hey WHAT if I made your turtles [shiny emoji] slightly more scientifically accurate [shiny emoji]?
I'll start with the Disaster Twins.
Alright, so Leo is a red-eared slider turtle. At first I was skeptical about his blue shell and horizontal marks, but then with some research, I found red-eared sliders aren't always just the most gorgeous green - I found this lil blue gal in the pic! - AND their stripes CAN have some wiggles that make horizontal lines (first pic tart has one on its shoulder). So I didn't have to change those!
I did give him some actual stripes and plastron marks (there is no red-eared slider without those, plus they can be blue too so it suits him) though.
And a long thin tail because I'm okay with Trans Leo (male slider have short thick tails like in pic 2)
It was hard to figure out which type of spiny softshell Donnie was at first, but I was being dumb. It's obviously the Northern.
I started this whole project to fix Leo and Donnie's markings and DANG IT THEY'RE NOT INACCURATE- Spiny softshell turtles can have purple marks just fine (I'm pissed) so I let him keep his cool tech markings and just fixed his plastron. Picture one is a softshell's plastron, in case you hadn't realized. I know I took a while.
And!! Spiny softshell turtles have U-shaped nostrils. That's very important.
The hands and feet I gave Donnie are a little different from all the others' because so are spiny softshell turtles'.
But I think it'd be comical if the guys still couldn't tell the difference between the twins without their color coDING
OH, YOU MUST HAVE NOTICED LEO'S PERFECTLY FINE AND RAPH DOESN'T HAVE A HOLE IN HIS SHELL! That's because those are gonna be all in that time gap between the end of S2 and the movie.
If you WANt scientifically accurate post-movie wounds though.... Here's Leo's.
#you know what's funny about Leo being a red-eared slider?#it's that they have their snouts up like 99% of the timeā they're so cocky#it's so him#+ their eyes have a line crossing it and paired with their mouth they're like#- ^ -#they're so SMUG#alsoāā Donnie is currently shorter than Leo but by the laws of SCIENCE he's gonna grow SO MUCH TALLER#i'm all in for it you guys don't get it#oh and#softshell turtles have long tails if they're maleā short if they're female#it's the opposite for sliders#so their tails end up being the same length proportionally speaking#i'll draw Donnie's shell one day and make sure you all know he does not have spikes on his shell#they're literally just his very prominent spine#that's haha#that's too much tags i'm sorry#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#teenage mutant ninja turtles#donnie rottmnt#leo rottmnt#rise tmnt fanart#*scientifically accurates you*#disaster twins#lil comic#masterpiece#i want to touch donnie's belly
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His name is Buck.. a buck is a male deer.... Bambi is a male deer......
9-1-1 3.08 // Bambi (1942)
#911#bambi#911edit#evanbuckleyedit#evan buckley#i've connected the two dots!!!!!#he is never beating the all legs allegations i fear#userjamie#usermilo#tuserdaria#tv#movies#i need to go back to work i have entirely too much time on my hands#i'm sorry i keep tagging you guys in my silly little gifsets#parallels#1k#neptune gifs
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#they have too much influence on me#cass fanart tag#I guess?#yes#animation tag#okay I'm disappearing#sorry not sorry for drawing so much
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This art of Serana from Skyrim (as always, drawn by my friend @yuramoonbow, also available on twitter here) was actually not a commission, but a surprise birthday gift after they had already drawn this other piece for me.
[ Image Description: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim fan art headshot of Serana Volkihar. She has a neutral expression on her face and the background is solid black. It is signed 'yura moonbow'. End ID.
#serana#serana volkihar#serana skyrim#elder scrolls#the elder scrolls#tes#skyrim#I don't usually think too much about comfort characters or anything like that#but that was a rough time for me#and it was nice to be able to disengage from things and just run around skyrim with serana#also sorry if I'm spamming any tags but I just want people to see my friend's work
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Weird dream.
#art#tmnt#tmnt original iteration#tmnt au#tmnt au leo#leo#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmta#artists on tumblr#Hi I came up with an AU idea like. Last November#*Oops October actually#And I'm only just posting about it on main. I'm so good at this#Tbf I'm quite happy to just work on it slowly I've got a lot of plot points to iron out anyway#Also I'm primarily doing this for myself#So sorry if the stuff I post doesn't have much substance to it. This mostly only exists inside my brain#Only thing I will share is that I've been referring to the setting as Teenage Mutant Transgender Allegories in my head lmao#They're not explicitly trans. But they may as well be because I am projecting Hard onto this#The turtles are also. Kind of dicks to begin with. Less so Donnie but he has other problems to deal with#The whole thing is about growth and learning to change. So yea#And obviously family too. This is TMNT after all.#ANYWAY. I WILL STOP RAMBLING IN THE TAGS NOW.#Gonna go through my drafts and post the other stuff I made before this one so it's at least in the right order even if I am posting it late
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this is so needlessly chaotic but so is act 4 so really if you think about it i'm imbibing the spirit of it all into a lot of gaussian blurring
#homestuck#rose lalonde#john egbert#dave strider#davesprite#terezi pyrope#karkat vantas#okay listen this is like a sloppy redraw of panel uhhh#panel 1691#it was not supposed to go like this#but hey um#you ever remember why you were so obsessed with a webcomic#because like i do#i really really do#this comic is so dumb and soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo fruitful#and as a teenager guys I DID NOT APPRECIATE THE INTERMISSIONS#I PAID NO ATTENTION TO SPADES SLICK AND SNOWMAN AND SHIT UNTIL WAY LATER#AND SO NOW I'M LIKE MUCH MORE APPRECIATIVE#AND IT'S JUST#A REALLY FUCKING FUN TIME#TO BE REREADING#thank u jax for getting me hooked in#im seated and i'm reading#too many tags oops#art#rosemary to come soon i just reread their first like 2? pesterlogs and OOFJSGLKDJFGLKDFJGLDFKJDFGL#I EAT IT#IF UCKING EEEAAAAT IT#hey the way i'm 25#sorry to be cringe on my TUMBLR account
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Transformers Reverse Mini-Bang 2024 (@tf-bigbang) is finally here!!š„š„ Here is my piece, featuring Minimus and Ravage on a mission on a frozen planet. It's quite eventful!
Please go read @icypolargirl78 's wonderful fic Dead and Melting Ice!!!
((Close-ups below cut <3))
#transformers#maccadam#tf big bang#tf big bang 2024#tfrb2024#my art#mtmte#tf idw#tf ravage#tf minimus ambus#ravage#minimus ambus#I'll ramble in the tags for a sec#I'm actually so proud of this aa#it's been a while since I put this much effort into an art piece#and even longer since I've painted something#or done a proper background lol#I think Mims and Ravage turned out great too tbh#I'm a little obsessed sorry
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the pride of camelot, yours and mine
#bbc merlin#merthur#arthur pendragon#merlin emrys#merlin fanart#merthur fanart#kit draws#i'm not tagging everyone i'm sorry ensemble tagging is too much#woulda finished earlier if my brain cooperated with me
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Do you play genshin impact or honkak a
Star rail?
I don't play Honkai, but I've just started looking into Genshin Impact's story (someone described Neuvillette's character to me and I was like. hmm. HMM.) I haven't gotten far yet -- really JUST started looking at it -- but I'm looking forward to more! :D
(I know almost nothing about these characters yet, I'm probably drawing them SUPER wrong, sorry)
#art#genshin impact#(another sorry to everyone in the tag) (i really don't know what i'm doing)#oh no i'm going to have to learn to draw even more complicated anime hair aren't i#man i would like to get into more things though#but alas there is too much stuff and not enough time#me: part of being a responsible adult is carefully thinking about and prioritizing my media consumption#also me: (watches the entire wownow thanksgiving movie) no regrets
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predisasters
#phighting#phighting art#subspace phighting#medkit phighting#art#subspace#medkit#predisaster tag#i think young subspace often gets way too overconfident and there's like a 50/50 chance it'll end weirdly well for him or very badly instea#medkit is the down to earth guy to keep him in check... maybe. if he feels like it#but more often than not he finds more amusement in seeing subspace eat shit. he thinks it's funny#though even when he does try subspace is too stubborn to listen to him. so medkit just leaves him to his luck. they're both terrible#i didn't mean to write so much in the tags sorry i have so many thoughts on them. i'm normal#also i made the 3d model in the top right on the first image i'll post renders soon hehe
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part 2 of the steddie fight steve whump - now with as-promised eddie whump š part 1 here
Eddie isnāt a good man.
Steve thinks he is, Eddie knows. He says it all the time. Eddie thinks that good men donāt need to be announced as good men, that their goodness is obvious enough without anyone pointing it out, but he doesnāt want to argue about it with Steve. He hates when Eddie doesnāt see himself like Steve sees him, so he just does his best to be the person Steve thinks he is.
He did a spectacularly shitty job of that today.
He took it too far. Cut too deep. Knew it the second the words came out of his mouth, didnāt even need to see the color drain from Steveās face as the blow landed, but he was treated to the sight anyway. He watched the angry flush fade into a sickly pale pallor as those long pretty lashes fluttered and that plush mouth parted in surprise, in shock, before Steveās jaw had snapped shut so hard his teeth clacked.
And then it was gone. As quickly as the hurt had been written all over Steveās face, it disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Eddie hates when he does that, when he hides how he feels and refuses to share his hurt and sadness with Eddie, but can he blame him for concealing it? Can he demand to be shown it when heās the one who put that expression on Steveās face in the first place?
And the worst of it is - heād felt a sick kind of satisfaction at the sight. And he hates himself for it now, with hindsight and self-awareness, feels disgusting for the way heād reveled in the sense of victory heād felt. Heād won. Heād hurt Steve and heād won the argument by doing so, at least that round of it, had stopped their back and forth with one sentence, and heād seen him fold in on himself and go ice-cold in a way Steve hasnāt been with him in a long, long time, maybe ever, not since they started this whole thing between them.
Heād taken the win while he had it, heard Steve say something about the guest room and rolled his eyes, Steve can be so dramatic when they fight. Heād turned tail and done the worst thing he could have fucking done, canāt even claim hindsight for this one because heād known even as he was doing it that leaving then, when heād been asked what heād been asked and answered like heād answered - heād known it was cruel. Known it was salt in the wound, and heād ground it in with a perverse satisfaction, slammed the door behind him and everything.
He took a couple walks around the block, chain-smoked half a pack of cigarettes, debated going to Garethās to rant and ramble and try to get somebody on his side even though he knows Gareth likes Steve more than he likes Eddie some days - his boy is too charismatic for his own good, won over all of Eddieās friends with the slightest bit of effort.
He sat on the fucking curb and lost track of time quick, watched the darkening sky deepen until it was black and the streets were barren and his hands were frozen, until heād thought himself into and out of every scenario possible, until all that was left to do was admit to himself how badly he fucked up.
Anger kept the guilt from setting in immediately, because heād been so angry, so furious with Steve for - forā
He canāt even pick out what in particular pissed him off so much, and isnāt that rich? Because deep down, he wasnāt angry. Not really.
He was terrified.
Eddieās been distant lately, he knows. Heās been taking more gigs and staying out later after them, heās been working more shifts, heās been hanging out with the band and saying he has āpracticeā when really theyāre just sitting around getting high and wasting time. Sometimes he doesnāt even give an excuse, just turns up late and acts like he canāt see the mix of worry-anger-hurt painted all over Steveās face, he just wraps him up in his arms and covers his face with kisses and acts like theyāre fine, like thereās not a tightness squeezing his heart so hard heās afraid itāll stop beating altogether.
Heās been pushing it too much. Disappearing too often. But he just doesnāt know how to explain it - the fear that settles bone-deep in him when he thinks about how happy he is for too long. If thereās one thing Eddieās life has taught him, itās that happiness and safety - all that shit is temporary. Heāll lose it eventually. Itāll get damaged somehow, heāll piss someone off or do something wrong, heāll break the delicate balance thatās afforded him a safety net and that net will disappear, and heāll be left in a free-fall and forced to pick up his own shattered pieces when he lands, alone and hurt and starting all over yet again.
Heās so, so tired of starting over.Ā
So heās been trying toā¦delay the inevitable, maybe. If heās not around, Steve canāt be tired of him, right? And thatās not fair to Steve either, but Eddieās selfish at the best and worst of times and heās been prioritizing getting himself through this, has switched to survival mode so thoroughly that heās not been able to recognize the only threat heās trying to protect himself from is him.
Self-sabotage is a habit thatās deeply ingrained in Eddie. Itās the only thing he knows sometimes, the defense mechanism that feels like coming home, but when you grew up in a home like he did, sometimes familiarity isnāt safe, not like it should be.
It blinds him to everything and everyone, makes it so he doesnāt recognize heās even doing it until itās too late. Until heās pushing everyone away and hurting the people he loves, until the person he loves most in the world is standing in front of him and yelling in their living room asking if Eddie wants to be here with him.
And thatās another thing, isnāt it? Of course Eddie wants to be with Steve. Of course he wants the comfort that comes with loving someone and being loved, but he canāt deny that thatās terrifying in its own right - that the idea of being tethered to something freaks him the fuck out. And he knows, he knows thatās part of the whole avoidance thing too - his heart searching for freedom where it can find it, loving Steve but being terrified of Steve at the same time, of what he means, of that string that keeps them together always, no matter what.
Usually the thought of that is wonderful and welcome and fantastic. Sometimes itās something he absolutely cannot think about. And that leads him right back here, not fucking thinking and leaving Steve alone and acting like heās done nothing wrong when he knows damn well heās the fucking problem here.
Steve was yelling because Eddie hadnāt considered him. Eddie hadnāt thought of Steve, or his life with Steve, and Steve was angry about it. And he had every right to be. But all Eddie could see, could feel, had been a noose around his neck, a tie to something - to someone that felt like it was taking control.
Eddie had panicked, and he did what he does best - he ran.
Scorched earth, feet to the ground, bolted away from the issue the best he knew how, let himself sit in that self-appointed righteousness of finding an escape except heād run from the one thing, the one person, heād promised never to run from.
This is the downside of loving someone you know inside and out. This is the result of baring his soul to Steve and having Steve bare his back - heās seen the delicate, vulnerable bits of that man and knows exactly where to strike.
Regret eats at him. How could he say that to Steve? How could he do this to Steve? Eddie knows his temper is mercurial at the best of times, knows his moods can change with the weather, but thereās no excuse for allowing them and his fear to take over like they had. Itās something he has to work on, heās known it for a while, but this is the final nail in the coffin.
Heād thought he was past the worst of this, of his anxiety eating him alive and taking things from him, thought interdimensional monsters and almost dying and falling in love in the aftermath of it all meant that the mundane normal life shit would be easy, but the universe does so love to prove Eddie Munson wrong.
Thereās nothing in the world worth losing Steve over. And sure, Eddie can be a coward, has cowardice in his goddamn blood some days, but if thereās anything worth being brave over, itās the man waiting for him at home right now.
This is fixable, he tells himself. Heāll apologize. Heāll grovel and make it up to Steve and heāll be glued to his goddamn side for the rest of their fucking lives if thatās what it takes. Anything to show him that Eddie didnāt mean it.
He wanders his way home with his metaphorical tail between his legs, hoping that heās right - because Steve would be well within his rights to be tired of his shit by now. Steve would be more than justified in calling it quits over this - because it isnāt just one fight. This one fight was a culmination of issues and he sealed the deal with a fucking calculated attack and he has no idea what heās about to come home to, not really, heās just hoping that home still feels like home when he walks in the door, and he only needs Steve for that.
He doesnāt know what time it is when he makes it in. Just knows that the apartment is dark and shadowy and the only light in the place is in the hall, so he doesnāt call out to Steve.Ā
For a moment heās terrified that maybe Steve isnāt here, maybe he left, but he knows thatās his modus operandi, not Steveās, and besides, the guest room door is closed. He remembers what Steve had said, stone-faced and monotone, āIām staying in the guest room tonight,ā and Eddie hates that Steve isnāt in their bed, but at least heās here. Hopefully heās asleep - and he feels like a piece of shit for hoping for it because he knows he just wants to avoid this conversation, even if Steve getting some rest would be a good thing. His baby doesnāt sleep too well. Neither of them do.
He shrugs off his jacket and hangs it up by the door, forgets to take his shoes off like always and desperately, desperately hopes that Steve will still be willing to bitch at him for it in the morning.
His heart is a stone thatās sunk down to his stomach. He doesnāt have words, had tried to craft something pretty to say on the walk home, but his theatrics wonāt help him now and his sincerity is drowning in his guilt and he doesnāt know how to fix this. How does he apologize for this? Not just the fight today, but all of it? Heās got nothing but he knows he canāt let this sit like this, canāt stand it, canāt leave the two of them in this limbo and abandon Steve to whatever awful thoughts are swimming around in that pretty head.
He knows Steve. He knows his fears, his insecurities. He knows he hit them all like a fucking bullseye with a single sentence and the rest of his actions would have taken him down the rest of the way.
He left. Heās spent so long promising Steve thatās the one thing he would never do, that heās a runner but never from Steve, and yet heās slinking his way through their apartment after doing exactly that, hesitant and quiet as he can be but heās terrible at being quiet, and he winces at the volume of the thunk that sounds when he pauses in front of the guest room and leans on the closed door.
He canāt hear Steve through it, but that doesnāt mean much - he could be lying awake, hoping Eddie just continues his path down the hall, hoping to be left alone and spared the groveling that Eddie knows he has to do. Could be that Steve doesnāt want to see him, doesnāt want to deal with him, just wants some peace after all the shouting theyād done earlier. Eddie wouldnāt begrudge him that.
But a bigger part of him, a worried part of him, knows that itās unlikely.
No, the bigger part of him, the bit of him thatās tied to Steve Harringtonās heart, knows with almost certainty that Steve is lying on that unfamiliar bed wide awake. He knows heās hurting, knows heās upset, knows he wishes that Eddie would just come in and fix things.Ā
He presses his forehead to the door like he can transfer his thoughts through osmosis - he thinks itās osmosis, he isnāt sure, science was the least strong of his not-strong suits, okay - and have Steve just know everything he wants to tell him, and then he shuffles the rest of the way down the hall to buy himself some time.
He changes into pajamas as he goes over everything he wants to say, trying to work it into something coherent and level-headed, but at this point heās debating just falling to his knees and begging Steve to not leave him, which, well - heās had worse ideas.
He doesnāt want to lose Steve. But he knows he might. Has to accept that as a possibility. Has to face that and resist the urge to deny it, to own that heās royally fucked up and might lose the most important person in the world to him, even if the very idea makes him want to rip his heart out of his goddamn chest.
Call him dramatic. It doesnāt make it less true.
He pads his way back down the hall, the familiar orange glow from the dimmed light less a comfort and more like heās walking down to a fucking gate to hell, and comes to a stop outside the guest room. He takes a breath, braces himself, and then raises a hand, knocking gently.
āBaby? You in there Stevie?ā he asks, and he doesnāt get an answer, but when he quietly opens the door he catches the motion of Steve ducking his head down. Heās awake, then. Pretending not to be, but thatās okay - Eddie can work around that.Ā
He canāt make out anything but the rough shape of Steve in the bed - his own body in the doorway is blocking most of the light trying to illuminate the dark room. He knows the shape of that lump on a mattress, and he walks closer, almost reaching out - but he wouldnāt be able to stand it if he touched Steve and he flinched, or if he pulled away from his reach. So he pulls his hand back, and sinks down onto the edge of the mattress, and takes a deep breath, letting the silence sit between them.
And Eddieās a goddamn coward, canāt even look at his baby, keeps his back to him in the dimness of the room so he doesnāt have to see the anger and the hurt as he tries to apologize for a hurt that he never should have caused. And he canāt see him, but he can hear him - he can hear the little hitches in his breath, the stutters of it, the soft trembles that Steve is trying to keep steady, and each one is like a stab to the fucking heart, and he really cannot fucking take this anymore, soā
āI know youāre awake,ā he says, and Steve goes silent behind him. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut. āLetās just hash this out, huh? Get it over with.ā He wishes Steve would yell. He wishes his baby would get all his anger and his frustration out and they could move on, he wishes Steve would get so fucking mad and lash out because Eddie deserves itā and he tries to stop that train of thought before it gets too off track because thatās mean, Steve isnāt like that to him and itās not fair to expect it from him. Even if it would make things easier if he could just hope for an easy way out.
He takes a breath, and starts where he thinks is best, the only starting point he can really think of.
āIām sorry.ā
āDonāt,ā Steve says, sharp voice a little rough, but itās strong and itās steady and something in Eddie relaxes a bit. Steveās still mad. Eddie can work with mad.
āSo you are awake,ā he tries to joke, and it lands about as well as he thought it would.
āYeah,ā is what he gets back, and he lifts his head, tries to pick out the vague pattern of the popcorn ceiling above them in the dark. He can feel eyes on him, knows Steveās staring him down.
āIām sorry,ā he says again, and Steve makes a soft, gutted sound from behind him. āWhat I said - what I didāā he shakes his head. āIt wasnāt right. I should have neverāā
āIf youāre going to break up with me will you just get it over with?ā Steve interrupts, snappy and frosty but his voice cracks something fierce, and hold on, what.
āHold on, what?ā he says aloud, like a dumbass, but sue him, he doesnāt know how else to express the utter confusion taking him over right now.
Steve scoffs at him, and thereās a shuffle behind him but Eddieās moving too, finally turning and - oh.
Oh, no. Steve pushes himself to sit up and Eddie takes him in, his reddened puffy eyes and the tense set of his jaw, clenched so it doesnāt shake.
āI donāt need you to apologize for breaking up with me,ā Steve says, crossing his arms over his chest, defensive, shoulders up to his ears, weight shifted back like heās two seconds from lurching away from Eddie to wedge himself in the corner like thatāll keep him safe. And itās so odd - itās so wrong - to see Steve, the fighter, the one who punches first, so defensive, but he supposes it makes sense when the enemy is Eddie, and god, doesnāt that just feel like a kick in the fucking teeth. āIf you donāt wanna fucking be with me anymore I get it, okay, I donāt need the spiel, I donāt need the whole itās not you itās me thing, just - just do it and get it over with and I can - I can move out, Iāll get out of the way and Iāll leave you alone andāā
āShut up,ā Eddie says sharply, and then cringes at himself because come on Munson, a little gentleness would be good right now, but heās off-kilter in a way he didnāt expect. Steve flinches a little, but he stands his ground, eyes wide as he keeps them on Eddie. āShut up, I am not - you thought I was breaking up with you?āĀ
Steve flails his arms a little, tossing them up. āWell - you - I meanāā he stutters, āwhy the fuck else are you here!ā
āTo apologize!ā Steve freezes and stares at him like he didnāt know that option was even on the table. āBaby,ā Eddie says, achingly soft, and he doesnāt stop himself from reaching this time, catching hold of Steveās arm and pulling him close as he closes the distance between them both.
Theyāre on their knees on the mattress, crowded into each otherās space, and Steve wonāt look him in the eye. āSteve,ā he tries, but he just gets a minute shake of his head for his efforts. Steve isnāt touching him, fingers curling into tight fists in the space between them like heās trying to keep himself from reaching out, but he isnāt pulling away from Eddieās touch either so he keeps going. He skates his fingertips in a soft touch down Steveās bicep, over his elbow, brushing along his forearm and feeling goosebumps pop up.Ā
He takes hold of Steveās hand, rubs the back of it with his thumb, watches Steveās gaze dart to where theyāre touching as Eddie maps out the familiar pattern of Steveās moles. Freckled even here, on these warm hands Eddie loves so much, these hands that are shaking faintly in Eddieās gentle grip.
āYou donāt gotta look at me,ā he says softly, and he squeezes Steveās hand tighter, ābut please - please, angel, just listen to me, okay?ā Steveās breath hitches again, but he nods, and Eddie will take what he can get as he clasps Steveās trembling hand between both of his own.
āSteve, Iām sorry,ā he says, watching what he can see of Steveās face, orange light slicing over his features from the doorway. Those eyes he loves are fixed on their hands and he canāt tell if heās watching in fear or hope or both. āWhat I saidā¦I didnāt mean it, okay?ā And it sounds hollow to his own ears, so he tries again. āI just - I wanted to hurt you, andā¦āĀ
Steve gives a bitchy little eye roll and Eddieās heart skips a beat, staring at his pretty, tear-stained face and clinging to that small glimpse of normalcy. āWell mission accomplished, I guess,ā Steve says, bitter and sad, and Eddie groans softly.
āI know. I know, Iām sorry. Baby, Iām so fucking sorry. I canātā¦I tried the whole time I was out to think of the right words to say but I just - I dunno how to explain it,ā he says, frustrated with himself, and he feels the smallest little squeeze to his hand.
āTry,ā Steve says, quiet, ā...please,ā and his voice cracks again and it feels like a fucking knife in Eddieās stomach.
āI was scared,ā he blurts out, and finally, finally Steve looks at him.
ā...What?ā His brows furrow, his mouth turns down, āscared of what?ā āOf you,ā he says, and thatās not quite right, and Steveās face falls even more, looking nauseous.
āIām sorry,ā Steve croaks, and he tries to pull his hand away but Eddie just grips it tighter, āIām sorry, Eddie, I shouldnāt have yelled like that or gotten mad and - and I would never hurt you, Edsāā
āNonono, baby,ā Eddie scrambles to interrupt, shaking his head so hard his hair flies around a little, āno, thatās not - I wasnāt scared of you like that.ā He raises a hand, grabbing hold of Steveās face, keeping their eyes on one another while he has the chance, āI meant - I wasāā he makes a little frustrated sound, ā...I was scared that Iād lose you,ā he says, and God, fuck, thank God Steve is who he is and he knows Eddie how he knows him, because understanding starts to bloom in those bloodshot eyes.
ā...And so you lashed out,ā he whispers, and Eddie nods again.
āAnd so I lashed out.ā Guilt paints his words. āAnd Iāve been avoiding you. Avoiding home. Staying away because - because if Iām not around then you canāt get annoyed, or tired of me, right? And thatās so fucking stupid, okay, I know it is, Iām a fucking idiot, really, biggest moron in the world, and a goddamn cowardāā
āHey,ā Steve says sharply, and Eddieās words die with a little whine in his throat. āYou are not a coward. Youāre the bravest person I know.ā
āDustin would like a word,ā he shoots back, and Steve huffs, narrowing his eyes at him. Eddie gives him a small, self-deprecating smile.
āI just mean,ā he soldiers on, āIāve been doing wrong by you.ā Steve looks away again. āAnd Iām sorry. I know Iāve been hurting you and I want to do better, Stevie, I do.ā He squeezes Steveās hand.
He watches as Steve rolls his lips in, biting them hard, his brows tight and his shoulders going tense again. Eddie wants to fill the space with his own chatter, pour out even more apologies, but he lets the silence sit - he lets Steve have the space to collect his thoughts, to think of what he wants to say.
Finally, he speaks. āIt felt like you didnāt love me anymore,ā Steve says, and Eddie canāt help the heartbroken little sound he makes.
āNo,ā he says fiercely, and he crowds into Steveās personal space, takes his face in his hands and cradles his cheeks in his palms. āAbsolutely fucking not, baby,ā he insists, and Steve reaches up, covering Eddieās hands with his like heās trying to pull all the warmth from Eddie and into himself.
āWhat else was I supposed to think?ā Steve asks, āyou were just - you were gone all the time, and you never wanted to talk about it, and you were always busy with stuff that didnāt involve me and it was like you didnāt want to be around me anymore. And when we fought tonight I thought - I.ā He cuts himself off, squeezes his eyes closed tight. ā...I really thought that you might not come back,ā he confesses, and Eddie pulls him even closer.
āYou listen to me,ā he says, soft but fierce, āand I know my word probably means shit to you right now, because Iāve been the biggest dumbass in the world and broken it, but I need you to hear me when I say this.ā Steve opens his eyes, and Eddie stares into them. āI will always come home to you. Even if Iām being a fucking idiot. Even if Iām pulling a runner, if I lose my mind and bolt out of here again, I will come home.ā Steveās eyes go all watery, and Eddie gently catches the tears with his thumbs, brushing them from Steveās cheeks.
āSwear,ā Steve says, and thereās a desperation in his tone that Eddie wishes he could smooth away, but he knows that will take time. That will take dedication and patience and perseverance and goddammit, Eddie will use every ounce of all that he possesses if thatās what it takes. But for now he holds Steveās gaze and he nods slowly, their faces just inches apart.
āI swear,ā he tells him. āI swear to you, Steve Harrington, I will come home. And I will always, always fucking love you.āĀ
Steve gives a little sob. āIām sorry,ā he says, and Eddie shushes him.
āNo, angel,ā he tells him, shaking his head. āYou got nothing you need to apologize for, okay?ā Steve looks like heās going to protest, but Eddie just shifts, pressing his lips to Steveās forehead and lingering there as his baby works to catch his breath.
āCan we go to bed?ā Steve asks, and he sounds exhausted down to his bones. Eddie nods.
āOf course, baby,ā he says, and he pulls Steve from the guest bed - fucking terrible thing that it is, taking Steve from their room, from their space, the safe little corner of the universe that theyāve carved out together between their sheets. He guides Steve down the hall, tired and stumbling a little, his pretty hair in disarray - his baby didnāt even change first, seems like he just curled right up after Eddie left, heās still in his jeans and everything.Ā
Eddie watches as Steve changes, stripping his clothes off with slow, lethargic movements, and for once they land in a heap on the floor - on top of his sneakers, and that makes Eddieās heart do a funny little flip as he catches Steveās hand to keep him from tripping over the damn things. A fond smile is teasing at Steveās lips, and Eddie returns it.
They curl up together, close as they can get, unsure where one starts and another begins. Relief washes through Eddie as he gets Steve settled into the right bed this time. He buries his hand in Steveās hair and Steve noses at Eddieās throat, turns his head side to side in a slow rhythm that drags his lips over the same little sensitive spot on the underside of Eddieās jaw. Itās not a kiss, not quite - just a touch. A reminder that Eddieās still here. Heāll allow Steve to take as many reminders as he needs for as long as he wants.
āIām sorry I yelled,ā Steve whispers, and Eddie wants to tell him once again that he doesnāt have to apologize, but he knows this is important to Steve. So he just nods a little, careful not to dislodge him from the warm space heās settled into at the curve of Eddieās neck.Ā
āI forgive you,ā he tells him, and a bit of tension leaves Steveās shoulders. āIām sorry I left,ā he whispers, and he feels Steveās lips partā ādonāt say you forgive me yet,ā he says before Steve can speak. āI got a lot more groveling to do, babylove, donāt you dare let me off the hook that easily. I was a fucking jackass. And Iām gonna make it right, and thatās gonna take time, and I know that, and thatās okay, because Iām in this for the long haul, alright?āĀ
Steve is silent for a few moments, weighing Eddieās words. Eddie can feel the brush of eyelashes against his skin as his baby blinks slowly a few times. Then, gradually, the last of the tightness in Steveās frame melts away.
āActually I was gonna say Iām going to get one of those toddler leashes,ā he says. āThat way if you try to bolt I can just yank you back.ā Eddie snorts out an ugly laugh, and Steveās chuckle echoes his own, and he rolls them both until heās got Steve under him. He just stares at him in the darkness for a few moments, watching his smile fade into something small and private.
āI love you so much,ā Eddie says, and Steveās hands come up, slipping beneath Eddieās shirt to rest on the bare skin of his back, fingertips tracing up and down the dip of his spine. āThereās nowhere in the world I wanna be than right here with you.ā Steve hums softly and closes his eyes, and Eddie knows itās going to take more than just a few pretty words to prove this to Steve. Thatās okay. Eddieās stubborn. He can stick with it as long as it takes.
āI love you too,ā Steve says back, and Eddie leans down, nudging his nose gently into his babyās. Steveās scrunches up, and Eddie presses a quick kiss to it just to hear him laugh, then shifts, brushing his lips against Steveās.Ā
Steve sighs soft and warm into it, lips parting, and Eddie kisses him slow, devotion pouring out of him and into Steve. And he takes it all - gasps and moans quietly against Eddieās mouth, lax beneath him, letting Eddie nip and bite and suck and soothe at his lips, his tongue, hand slipping to Steveās side - not to start anything. Just to touch. Just to feel. To prove to himself that heās still able to touch this beautiful man, that heās still allowed this wonderful, dizzying love that heās stumbled into.
They fade like that, both tired, Eddieās weight slowly sinking down until heās resting atop Steve. Steveās arms come around him fully until heās hugging him around the waist, and their mouths slip from each otherās to land in the spaces of their shoulders and throats instead, nosing into the warmth and familiarity of the person they love.
And things arenāt fixed - they arenāt perfect. But theyāre working on it, and thatās enough.
#steddie#steddie fic#stevexeddie#steve/eddie#guys i'm sorry for not doing a tag list i was just too overwhelmed#but thank you SO MUCH to everyone who had a kind word to say abt part 1 and was so interested in a part 2 i hope you find this!!#my fic
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#river dipping#theodore doe#matthias evanoff#a burning house to live in#echthroi#ts4#ts4 edit#simblr#ts4 screenshots#theo i hope you're having the most insane birthday sex rn i hope it's ******** and ***** and ***'** **** *** **** ***** :)<3#sorry i put off making your birthday edit for so long that i had to pivot and post this edit instead of the one i wanted </3#...very funny how similar this is to that LAST render i posted... well so WHAT!! if i think matthias looming is sexy!!#this is based on a photo that everyone was drawing their ocs as so really it's not MY fault he's back there clinging and being a freak#actually if y'all want this pose lmk... i'll share it but fyi it's only meant to be seen from the waist up and idk how it'd look#on a sim that doesn't have the same muscle mass and like. bulk. that matthias has......................................#just got rock hard after typing that... anyway.#HAPPY BIRTHDAY THEO <333333333 LOVE YOU SO MUCH I PROMISE I'M GONNA KEEP WORKING ON THE //ACTUAL// BIRTHDAY EDIT!! like .#posted abt this on the sideblog but the real edit i have planned for him is making me lose my fucking gourd#and it'll probably take me :))) a few more days to figure out#expect a depressing theo-as-a-teenager edit eventually tho. with writing!! accompanying it!!#matthias's face has changed again btw š i redid it almost immediately after i posted that first render attempt so he looks DIFFERENT!!#i posted screenshots of him in cas just the other day on my other acc and he looks so good in them i might post them here too#oh and!! this edit looks massively different than my last because this screenshot was taken with a new preset i made specifically for#the real birthday edit i'm working on... it's a hallway scene so i figured out depth and density to get this really cool fog effect#i'm really excited for it!! in my head the way it looks makes me crazy but idk if i can pull it off properly. but like i WAS SAYING!!#new preset is sooo sexy after i post this i'll reblog with the before and after to show you how good it looks even w/o any editing#like. the colors....... literally have always wanted a preset like this i'm so glad i spent yesterday fucking around with it#ALSO!! i've been doing those oc/ship dynamic templates for fun recently so i might post a few of them here soon#realize i'm rambling so much in these tags bc i haven't been here in forever kfjnkfjhn ummmmm. let me stop.#EVERYONE WISH THEO HAPPY BIRTHDAY RIGHT NOW š«µā¼
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is this too niche.
aka i SWEAR i've seen a total drama life series art thing but when i went to go look for it i couldn't find any SOOOOOOO i made it myself
Bonus:
Alenoah as that one desert duo scene because i was stumped on who i should've drawn for that scene
#trafficblr#life series#grian#goodtimeswithscar#desert duo#should i tag total drama too?#yeah sure whatever okay#total drama#noah td#alejandro td#alenoah#not really meant to be shippy but i can understand if it is taken that way#i will not be surprised if this kinda flops#7th grade total drama fixation came back and so obviously i melded it with my other favorite thing#eh they're both practically death games#if you do not fit into this niche but you found this i'm sorry but there is so much i need to explain if you don't get that second photo#and just so little time#my art
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i saw an angel today. he came to collect the debt
#sorry Corvo i wanted your face out again. the mask is cool af and i'll draw it one day. just not today.#I'm not fully satisfied with how it turned out. the colors are nice but the combination itself is nuclear#maybe I'll revisit it later and fix a couple of things but for now I'm done#out of sight out of mind#dishonored#daud#corvo attano#i really hope the composition is readable and doesn't look weird. i can't give it a sober opinion bc i spend too much time staring at it ha#daud looks dope though. maybe the only thing I'm sure about in this pic#tumblr PLEASE don't ruin the quality#art tag
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Can you tell who my favorite character is right now...
#I LOVE HIM#RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#sorry guys I really love luciel too but zagan is like#sorry I#exactly my type of everything idfk#it's. the#his.#uhhhmmmmmmm#wowie...#I have been drawing him a LOT......#I have other drawings of him too but uh#I DIDNT WANT THERE TO BE TOO MANY HAHAHAH#I wanted just the highest caliber#the peak#the best of the best#only the top#the cream of the crop#AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU#fuck I wanna make his comic so bad so I can draw him 1 million times#I also love luciel but luciel is more contextual okay#in the context of the comic I actually like luciel more...?#cause theyre fucking NICE okay#zagan is an asshole hes like extremely a bad person#but for illustrations#and little animations....#fuuuuuuuck aha.........#anyways I'm not gonna tag this one much other than rambles cause it's just reposting my art#also it would be rlly funny if people were like WHAT IS HE FROM#like from my fucking brain I'm sorry#you cant read the comic yet IM SORRY IM SORRY
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Based on somewhat real events
I spent way too much time drawing this...
But yeah, Ford finally saying thank you
A continuation (kinda)
#sometimes my skin smells too strongly and I hate it. I wanna crawl up and die. it's not that bad usually#only when I'm already overstimulated#there were 2 times where I was sick and I started crying and almost threw up because the smells were too strong#one time the smell of tge city. the other time it was roasted chicken. I still feel sick when I smell reheated chicken to this day#I'd love to have someone comfort me and rub my back in these moments but 1. I don't want anyone to touch me and#2. I feel like I don't deserve to be touched because it's an inconvenience to others#anyway enough about me. I am now projecting in these characters#I hate drawing their faces so much#gravity falls#stanford pines#ford pines#young stanford pines#stan pines#stanley pines#young stan pines#art#fanart#traditional art#comic#long post#watercolor#forgot to mention but I can't take a shower when the sun is still up except if I was swimming in a pool/sea. no specific reason I just can'#projecting to Ford because Stan would never feel like that :/ oh well#is this cringe? maybe. probably. do I care? no. not really#I'm self diagnosing myself with 'definitely something wrong but not further specified' because this can't be normal#btw sorry if this is disappointing. I tried my best (the first part is pretty neat imo)#wonder if anyone is gonna read all of these tags#is this the worst thing you've seen yet?#teen stan#teen ford
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