#this is the most vanilla thing

[otaku553]

Turning around an idea in my head recently :)

Lost Shepherd (Time Travel) AU

In which Truthless Recluse doesn’t experience rebirth and awakening upon shattering his soul jam, but the explosion of his and Shadow Milk Cookie’s combined power in a twisted space where all time coexists as one sends him back in time to his childhood.

When Pure Vanilla Cookie searches for his lost sheep, he finds a lost shepherd to take home as well.

[allimili]

Can we take Mr. Vanilla and Ms Lily home with us? Please?

I don't think the elevator can handle two very tall entities at once...but here for funsies..

[agirlwithglam]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Congratulations to TEAM CHEESE for winning the popular vote on the Charcuterie poll!

[oatberrytea]

More Oakwood townies, and I put two pictures of little Josie because she is SO CUTE 🍄

[unclewaynemunson]

Alt version of this post bc too many people asked for both <3

It's Saturday night and, like almost every Saturday night, Eddie wishes he didn't have to be at some jock party. The flashing lights, the scent of cheap mixed drinks, the incredibly mediocre loud music... And worst of all, the fucking jocks. Everywhere.

'Eddie!'

He looks up to find Steve, with a dopey smile on his face, basically skipping towards him and throwing his arms around his neck. Oh. He didn't know Steve still went to parties like those. Hadn't seen him at any of them in a while. But as soon as he gets wrapped up in an enthusiastic full-body hug, he decides there's one jock, and one jock only, that he doesn't mind running into at those parties.

'Eddie, what're you doin' here?' There's an unfocused look in his eyes and he wobbles on his legs a little bit, grabbing tighter onto Eddie for support. The touch burns through Eddie's t-shirt and he tries to ignore the shiver running down his spine.

'I didn't know you liked parties!' Steve drops his voice, slurring: 'I thought you hated the jocks.'

Eddie can't help but smile. 'I hate all jocks but one, big boy,' he tells Steve. 'Not here to party, only to get some cash.' He rattles with the metal lunchbox in his hands to illustrate his point. 'Can you let me go now so I can get on with my business, pretty please?'

'Noooo,' Steve says with an exaggerated pout. 'I'm too happy you're here! Dance with me!'

Eddie chuckles. 'I don't think you're in any state to dance right now. Jesus, Stevie, I don't think I've ever seen you this wasted before. Thought you were planning to pick up a girl tonight?'

'I was,' Steve says, suddenly sounding oddly serious. 'But it doesn't matter. Just needed to forget. The rum helped, too.' He frowns. 'Til you showed up.'

'Forget what?' Eddie asks, trying to make sense of this drunken string of words.

Something happens; something that's been happening quite often lately. Steve's eyes flash downwards, just for a second, right to where Eddie's lips are.

Eddie's heartbeat involuntarily picks up speed.

'What did you need to forget, Steve?' Eddie asks again.

'Can't tell you,' Steve mumbles so softly that Eddie can barely make it out over the loud music. 'I don't wanna make you feel guilty. I'm not judging you, y'know. 'S fine.'

He abruptly lets go of Eddie and takes a step away from him, stumbling right into some girl who pushes him back with an annoyed scoff; if Eddie weren't still standing right behind him, he would've fallen on his ass for sure.

'Alright, you're not making any sense tonight, big boy, but I can't in good conscience let you stay here by yourself. How 'bout I'll drive you home?'

Eddie glances at his watch. If he hurries, he can probably still be back to do what he came here for before the good part of the party is over. He does kinda need the cash.

'Can't,' says Steve. 'Can't go home with you.' Something in his voice is breaking and suddenly there are tears in his eyes, and Eddie still doesn't understand what's wrong; he feels like he's overlooking something huge, something that should be obvious.

'Let's just go outside to talk, then?' he suggests.

'Can't. Dance with me, Eddie.'

But when Eddie starts gently tugging Steve towards the open door leading to the garden, Steve easily lets himself be led outside. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath when the cool night air reaches his lungs, as if one gulp of fresh air will instantly make him sober up. But he's still swaying on his feet, making Eddie grab onto him tighter.

Eddie likes to think of himself as moderately strong, but unfortunately, hauling 180 pounds of muscled jock around is starting to take its toll on him. He spots a bench in a secluded corner of the garden and guides Steve towards it.

'This better?' he asks.

'Yeah,' Steve breathes out. Even now that they're both sitting down, Steve keeps clinging onto him. 'Look at the stars, Eddie.'

Eddie looks up at the scattering of lights twinkling far above them - but he can feel Steve's eyes still burning into his face.

When he directs his gaze back to the guy sitting next to him, Steve's face is even closer than before. The starlight is reflected in his hazy eyes, tiny specks of silver hidden in various shades of brown and black.

'I wish I could kiss you,' Steve whispers, looking at Eddie with nothing but admiration behind that glassy drunk gaze.

Eddie almost forgets to breathe. He knows that it seemed like he and Steve were headed exactly toward something like this for a while now, but he still can hardly believe that it is real. That Steve Harrington is really looking at him like he's just as precious as the stars in the sky above them.

He brings up a hand, gently caresses Steve's soft cheek.

'Maybe you don't have to wish,' he whispers back, unable to stop his eyes from flashing towards Steve's beautiful lips for a moment. 'Tomorrow. When you're not drunk anymore. If you still remember this.'

'No.' Steve shakes his head, so fiercely it makes his hair flap in all directions and his complexion at least two shades paler. 'Can't.'

'Why do you keep saying that, Steve?' Eddie asks softly.

'Cause.' For a moment Eddie thinks Steve is gonna grab his ass, but then... he randomly frees Eddie's handkerchief – the one with the skulls – from his back pocket.

'Cause of the Russians.'

Eddie can only stare at him in confusion.

'They tied me up,' Steve all but whispers. Eddie hates how small and broken his voice suddenly sounds.

He has always known – broadly speaking – about what happened to Steve and Robin miles beneath Starcourt last year. He's never actually heard Steve talk about the details, though. All he knows is that he and Robin were captured by Russian spies and somehow made it out alive. He could always see how difficult it was for Steve to talk about it whenever it came up, but he never wanted to pry. And now here they are, at some goddamn high school jock party of all places, and all of a sudden Steve willingly brings it up.

'I was with Robin,' Steve continues, still in that scared and broken voice. 'And they tied us to a chair. We couldn't move. And they – they hurt me. They hit me. 'Til I was bleeding all over. I thought I was gonna die. Robin thought I was dead.'

'Jesus Christ, Steve,' Eddie breathes out, tightening his grip around Steve's torso.

'So I can't,' Steve mumbles, holding up Eddie's handkerchief as if it's some kind of logical explanation for whatever it is he's trying to tell Eddie.

'Wh- What?'

'I know what it means, Eddie,' he says, as if he's even remotely making sense right now. 'You know John?'

'Who the hell is John?' Eddie only keeps finding himself more and more lost in this conversation.

'My cousin,' Steve says, like it's obvious, like he's ever talked about some cousin named John to Eddie before. 'The one in New York. He knows all about that shit, right? He sends me the good magazines sometimes when my parents aren't home. That's how I know.'

'Know what?'

Steve only waves around with that stupid handkerchief again.

'You're flagging, aren't ya? You like pain. Like BS... BM...'

Eddie feels his jaw drop.

'What the fuck are you talking about?' he asks. 'It's – this is a metal thing. It looks metal. I literally have no idea what you're – flagging?'

Now Steve's face finally mirrors the confusion Eddie has been feeling for the past ten minutes.

'Are you serious?' he asks, for one second showing more clarity in his eyes than Eddie has seen all evening.

Eddie nods.

'So it's not...' Steve stops himself, swallows, frowns. 'You're not into, like, hurting people and shit?'

And finally, it all clicks together in Eddie's mind: the repeated chorus of I can't, the story about the Russians, the goddamn handkerchief... Flagging. BDSM.

'Why the hell would I get off on hurting you, Steve?' is all he can get out of his mouth.

And Steve honest-to-Satan starts giggling; it sounds so relieved that Eddie kinda feels like giggling too, scary metal image be damned.

'I dunno, it's more common than you think,' Steve mumbles. 'I wouldn't judge you, alright? But I knew I could never give you that. No matter how much I like you. And then you'd get bored of me.'

'Oh, Steve,' Eddie whispers out. 'You don't need to worry 'bout that, I swear. For all I care, we can have the most vanilla sex in the world forever. Or never have sex at all. As long as it's with you... I'm good.' Eddie cringes as soon as the words leave his mouth: it sounds too cheesy, too sincere. He kinda hopes Steve will have forgotten this particular part of their conversation tomorrow morning.

But Steve doesn't look at him like he thinks it's stupid at all: his eyes are wide and he's smiling a soft smile.

'You sure? You won't get bored?'

Eddie chuckles. Now that he's being too goddamn cheesy anyway, he might as well double down on it. 'I can't imagine getting bored of getting to hold this body in a million fucking years. In any way you'll have me.'

Steve heaves out a relieved sigh before he buries his head against Eddie's chest.

'Can I bring you home, now?' Eddie asks.

There's a twinkle in Steve's eyes when he lifts his head again.

'Ooohhh... You wanna have the most vanilla sex in the world with me now?'

A chortle escapes Eddie's lungs.

'Um, maybe tomorrow, when you're not drunk off your ass,' he answers with a wink. 'For tonight, just lemme get you to bed, 'kay?'

'Okay, big boy,' Steve answers, and Eddie can't help but laugh before he presses a kiss against Steve's forehead.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[kittytheartist]

The amount of times I wanted to throw my head against the wall

[tornado1992]

I get the appeal of Sonic the Hedgehog being its own urban legend in his world (IDW can we now call it earth) like, a blue blur that appears out of nowhere, destroys some robots, maybe picks up some wildflowers while he saves entire civilizations like it's just a walk in the park and just a few people get as much of a glimpse of him from up close (and that means you're also getting a close glimpse to this week's god of destruction so maybe be careful with that)? it is really cool, but the side of Sonic that is well renewed, the one that it's known by the world as a protector, a hero to some level, the side thay annoys restoration members, the side that gets recognized by the masses, praised by children, feared by villains and admired by almost everyone to a certain level... one that is big enough for him to get bootleg merch? It's just really funny to me like

Popular is an understatement

[undertheoakleytreeart]

A Kiss that Feels like Unearned Forgiveness

[b0nelessdoodles]

i keep thinking im gonna like actually finish these but that ain't happening so have some gay people

[purfyberrykingdom]

[gurggggleburgle]

So you got more hot takes?

Absolutely, hot take 3: I think it's a mistake that the thing that makes LBH lose his shit and fall in love with SQQ is him being kind. Like really stop and think about how weird and shallow a reason that is. If all it took was people being kind and uber sweet then Bingge would have been fixed by any of his wives and i know the easy excuse is just well, 'airplane says' yeah but forget that. Forget god.

You're telling me all Luo Binghe needs is someone to hold his hand and give him headpats. No. Because ask yourself why is Ning Yingying not able to fix that hole. Why? its because what Bingbaby is looking for is recognition and salvation. What he needs is someone to give him a purpose to strive for. Why does Bingge just keep climbing and taking? Because he is empty inside. He had one purpose which was revenge, and then got that and just kept doing things that are supposed to be markers of strength and success. He is a man without drive or meaning. It is eating food just to feel something in your mouth behavior and its the exact thing that makes SY rage quit out of life when he reads it. Luo Binghe doesn't fall in love romantically with Shen Qingqiu he falls in love with the functional purpose they give his life.

Its why he rationalizes the way he does. Its why he's possesive and childish. He's made Shizun his reason for living and its not healthy and its not supposed to be. That's the point. Both idiots have fallen in love with a narrative and now get to fall in love as people.

If you want to really give me proper good bingqiu don't give me Binghe in love with a pure too good for this world cinnamonroll. Give me a Binghe who finds someone who gives him a reason to want to live and not shoot up a school.

Basically, i'm saying the plot of svsss could be solved by just giving Luo Binghe a hobby because ultimately what he needs as a person is to want 2 things. Men can truly just be fixed with a mantis shrimp but loving someone works just the same

[problematicsashawaybright]

Woahhhhh dude I just remembered I'm allowed to have an ice cold soda while I'm cleaning. It's literally allowed. You can just do that.

[ahollowgrave]

Miss Prudence looks very nice with the update, as well!

[mychemicalbrromance]

AU IDEA THAT DOESNT REALLY MAKE SENSE (everything subject to change)

Ok so. The placeholder name rn is Shadowsoul au I decided it rn without thinking about it too much shhhhhhhh OK SO BASICALLY

Shadow milk’s soul somehow got transported into the pure half of the soul jam and is now this collector type character. He is Pure Vanilla’s shadow and tries to convince him to break his soul jam, freeing his soul and allowing him to return to his body that has been unconscious this entire time, thus allowing the story to play out like usual. Also he misses his handsome face (stupid ass). (My handwriting is ass so I rewrote important stuff in the alt text sorry for using it that way but it’s just easier there I think).

Concept with a placeholder name: Soul Takeover

So basically it’s like Venom but slightly different

Sm can take control of pv’s body, using it as a vessel with pv’s permission and attain a physical form, but since it’s still pv’s body, pv is still in control and can forbid sm from acting out.

The soul takeover would be used mostly for dire situations where they need sm’s help, since his magic is pretty strong but still limited since he’s yknow a shadow.

Also Pv’s soul during this gets transferred to his staff Wait it’s lowkey giving soul eater I just realized ANYWAYZ yeah he’s the staff and he’s some freaky thing where if sm tried to get rid of the staff it would just reappear right next to him.

Au is basically this.

(original image will be under the cut)

Also quick note I thinkkkkkk that when his shadow turns into sm (he appears sometime after pv gets his memory back), they both try to keep it a secret for a while (sm can appear and reappear whenever) and he eventually tells his pals, to which sm calls him a snitch.

Idk what’ll happen to the story cuz ik pv not breaking his soul jam ig one of the other beasts can take over the faerie kingdom for a bit idk

Lmfao imagine them pulling up to beast yeast and the other beasts are like “dude what’re you doing!!! Is this where you’ve been this whole time????” Like yes bro Learning the magic of friendship and whatnot 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Maybe someday he can get his body back but in a way that pv would approve of, like maybe he gets it at the end of the whole beast yeast stuff.

I like to think that if pv DID break his soul jam, sm would just pick up the pieces somehow and scurry off to beast yeast using the shadows of everything to make it there.

Also fun extra thing

That’s all for now I’ll probably add to this through reblogs if I keep making stuff for it I wanna do a digital drawing for it bc I haven’t been able to do so this whole time hence the traditional sketches. I’ll make a tag for it too. BYE NOW ^_^

The thing I almost forgot. (By BigBlueAxolotl on twitter). Idk why but this post was marked as mature for some reason I don’t remember clicking that HAHA