#this too lived in my mind rent free

[aprito]

the fact that she managed that apology without cringing now that's character growth @doubleboubbletrouble

part 1

[deathblossomm]

he was so insane for this

[luckyartdrawer]

Eclipse was a little late, but he finally found a candle to celebrate your birthday with!

(It turned out to be one of those joke candles that never blow out...)

vvvv Yapping and extras below the cut! vvvv

Sketch and Close up

Alternate sketch colors

I don't know why exactly I really like the glowy sketch version, but even if it doesn't even look like the outline stuff the vanny mask adds onto things in the dlc, it reminds me of it lol

I think it's neat!

I recently saw this art post where they drew and mentioned cannon Eclipse barely getting love and I immediately agreed. I just had to contribute ASAP. Gotta give this kind robo man a forehead smooch. v3v

I don't mean for the image to come off as entirely creepy, I just wanted it to feel like you've been staying in the dark plex with your best buddy eclipse! Stuck but at least not alone. :)

Plus I gotta let the creepy robots be creepy sometimes. It makes the sweet personalities feel even sweeter imo :P

[studioboner]

They are avoiding the rain, poor guys!

this art is HEAVLY inspired by Jack T Cole's incredible "Through The Forest" so please go check it out!

[mobius-m-mobius]

If it’s all the same to you… I’ll have that drink now.

[queerholmcs]

4x01

[frenchfry99]

"new friend?"

Another day in neighborhood, another troublemaker in Howdy's bugdega

Explaining that he has a whole stack, stash and a box of things to do, "uncle Howdy" tells Lilly to go find someone else to play with, giving a couple of beloved by her tangerines, to sweeten the situation at least a bit.

Throwing out the peels Lilly finds something bizarre- more like someone??

They went to visit frogs later :]

That frog ribbited something too personal 😔😔

Tiger cubs tend to bite others while playing, so does Lilly! (Nobody can escape the lil ankle biter!! Muhaha!!)

Her clown nose honks if you press on it! :]

so silly!!!! Gahhhh!!!! He better watch out for the claws though-

Being silly whole day is a hard job to do so they're taking a nap😔😔

Goofy doodle of "the mandatory older sibling report in the end of the day" lmao (Sunny would think Robbie is just one of the countless itty bitty bugs Lilly befriends)

Robbie belongs to @clownsuu ! >:^]

[cherbearsz]

they put those sonic/knuckles/rouge interactions in sonic dream team for MEEEEEE

[fastcardotmp3]

Eddie Munson does do the whole rock star thing, but it doesn't quite go the way it did in the daydreams of a sixteen-year-old kid trying to stay awake in school.

He leaves Hawkins after the world doesn't end, gets himself out there, takes all the hurt and fear and fucked up shit and puts it into a handful of good enough songs to get himself signed.

It's not quite the genre he grew up with, not quite something any of his idols might have played, but only because it is so entirely Eddie, so influenced by where he's been and what he's seen that it kind of doesn't fit one specific influence.

It's new and it's good, is the point. Really good. And he skyrockets fast enough to give himself the spins.

He's recognizable and then he's famous and then he's too famous and too young to know what to do with it and too far from home and everyone he loves to really cope with it and it's just.

Eddie isn't built for it. Eddie hasn't even processed the fact that he was maybe supposed to die in that place, or the fact that he did watch people better than him actually die, but he's out here shooting to the top of the charts and being called the next big thing and it's too much.

It's just enough, at the end of it all, for him to self-sabotage his way out of being more than a one-hit wonder.

One big hit, a contract broken by the guys at the top with the fancy lawyers because Eddie has become the too much thing, just like always, and it's over as quick as it started.

He disappears, becomes one of those whatever happened to him? he was supposed to be the next big thing? stories that travel by word of mouth and then fade with the shift in conversation.

So what does happen to Eddie Munson?

He falls hard, he hits rock bottom, he crawls his way home to an uncle who deserved for Eddie to really make it, make him proud, have him financially set for life and get him into a real house with two stories and a garage to park the truck in, maybe even a yard for a dog.

He spirals and isolates and falls apart and stops letting himself make music at all and makes some personal choices that will probably have lasting effects on him for the rest of his life and then somewhere along the line a girl with hair like tangerines and terrible aim manages to smack him with her cane and says if I learned to walk again, so can you, asshole.

There are people in his life again after that, a reason to get out of bed and realize that he can make Wayne proud in more ways than the one he'd already fucked straight to hell.

Eddie watches a bunch of kids graduate high school and then he packs up and chases down some people who pulled him out of hell once before up in Chicago, crashes on Steve and Robin's couch until he gets himself a job painting houses and they can afford three bedrooms instead of just the two.

He cuts his hair, not short but shorter, and he gets more tattoos and itches for the guitar that sits in a case under his bed, ignores it. Itches for the pen in his hand, ignores that too.

He's still barely past his mid-20s and he still has some fucking around left to get out of his system, some finding out to accomplish doubly so, but he learns as he goes no matter whether it's forwards or backwards.

He falls in love and falls out of it, gets fired from jobs and tracks down new ones, gets into fights with his friends because they're all a little fucked up and codependent and weird but makes up with them for the same reasons.

The thing with Steve happens slowly, going from tolerating each other for the sake of knowing they'll always be on the same team to genuinely liking each other to discovering a care between the two of them that's a bit too strong to be normal about even if it still takes them a half-dozen so-called turning points to really name it and take it and keep it.

Eddie's 33 when they buy a condo together on the outskirts of Chicago two weeks after they fall into bed with each other for the first time, and he's over a decade on from being a kid who rose to the top too fast but it doesn't feel dissimilar, that sensation of a too-good thing that's bound to go wrong.

Only this time he doesn't try to sabotage it, tries the opposite, tries to hold it tightly in ways that would probably be too tight for anyone other than Steve Harrington with all his deeply intense feelings and inability to love at anything other than an eleven.

It's in the move that Steve finds a box of notebooks, snoops because it's who he is, and finds years worth of words that never made it past the tip of a pen but did, eventually, make it that far.

And it's not an easy thing, convincing Eddie that they're words worth sharing, because Eddie doesn't want it to be an easy thing. He can't let kind words shoved into his orbit by a beautiful man be enough to make it feel worth it, can't see a world where sharing his art doesn't end in another great big self-induced mess that he can't let happen when he's finally found something good.

He doesn't want to go on tour and get screamed at on stage and, besides, he's pretty sure the rest of the world doesn't want to scream for him anymore either, but then Steve has to go and remind him--

"You don't have to be the face of it. You can just be the words; you are so fucking good at being the words, Ed."

Which still isn't quite enough to be convincing, but it's a start in a solid six months of the words coming easier now that he has someone to share them with, someone to listen as Eddie plucks away at a guitar that sits out in the open now, free of dust.

It stops feeling like something shameful to hide, his music, and the thing is? It doesn't feel how it did back then either.

It's not an escape or a purge of violent energy or a distraction from everything he didn't know how to think about. Sure, it takes all of that into consideration because it takes the whole of Eddie into consideration, but more than anything it's just fun.

Like he's thirteen and still learning how to play the guitar, like it's just a hobby that never has to go anywhere, like it's just art that maybe deserves to be heard.

Everyone pitches in on ideas when they find out he's trying to come up with a pseudonym, and it's goofy and supportive and kind of the final straw in reaching out to old, burned bridges to see about any new artists looking for equally new tunes.

The first time Eddie and Steve catch familiar lyrics being sung by a new hotshot band on the radio, Eddie cries not because he's jealous or disappointed, but because it feels right.

He doesn't like being up in front of the crowds, had only ever walked across tables and made himself big and scary and loud out of self preservation, would always rather his biggest performances be for the people he knows really care.. Besides, after everything he's survived he's learned, albeit slowly, that he really likes the freedom of the quiet.

This way he still gets to say what he has to say, gets to throw his hat into the ring of an artform that he loves without selling his soul to a machine that tried to eat him alive (trust him. he knows what that feels like.)

Of course, someone is going to put 2 and 2 together eventually, the industry isn't as big as it looks and pseudonyms only pull so much weight when you went out in such a spectacularly messy and memorable fashion, but Eddie's got his condo in Chicago.

He's got the guy he shares it with in his bed.

He's got two cats and a windowsill full of plants he's going to keep alive this time, Steve, just you watch.

He's got his uncle settled in Indy these days, a small place with a small yard.

He's got music, too. Turns out even his own tendency to self-destruct couldn't take that away, huh?

It's what got him out of hell alive, after all.

[starstruckodysseys]

i know i’ve said it before but i have to say it again bc guys i love liv skyler so much. she got into stanford and didn’t tell anyone. she steals things from walgreens she doesn’t even want. she’s a people pleaser who doesn’t actually know what she wants but she’s working on it. she’s so genuinely kind. her first instinct upon realizing she had autonomy in movie world was to attempt to punch her henchman. she asked what a cool word for drugs was. she attempted to crush a guy’s skull and failed so hard the actual guy whose body she was in told her she might be going too far. she later attempted to crush her coworker’s skull the perfect amount and succeeded. she interrupted what might have been a very important moment to snark at her coworker. she accidentally got into two of the wildest bets ever. she’s a certified weird girl (affectionate) and i adore her

[deargaz]

18+! cw - cnc, f!reader. (1.2k) this is just filth honestly

it was a peaceful night, the lights of your house shut so no one could disturb you on this halloween. you had no plans, just wanting to laze around on the bed, watching some horror classics. a perfect night.

you hadn’t noticed that the window of your bedroom was open, a gentle breeze causing the curtain to rustle a bit, bringing your attention to it. well, you could just fix it later, yeah?

your body tensed up at some loud thud outside the window, and before you could get up and check the source of the noise, someone stepped in. a big man with a red skull mask that seemed to glisten a bit due to the moonlight, slightly illuminating his features. you couldn’t really make out most of him, only that he was big. fear threatened to spill out of your throat, an unsettling nausea filling you up, catching a glimpse of the butcher knife he was holding.

“w-what the fuck?!” you shrieked out before you could control yourself, hand quickly grabbing one of your pillows and throwing it at him instinctively. he was swift to grab it, a muffled deep chuckle coming from behind the mask.

“tsk tsk, ye daft lass. no pillow’s gonna hurt me.” his voice was condescending, heavy steps leading him towards your bed where your trembling body was sitting.

“aw, look at ye. all shaky.” he cooed, and from this distance, you could get a better glimpse of him, burly arms crossed. was that a mohawk?

“who the hell are you?” it was difficult to keep your voice steady, not when your mind was a mess. you had seen this exact scene in movies dozens of times, so why was it that your body was refusing to act? you were completely frozen, breathing growing ragged. “are you going to hurt me…?” this time your words tumbled out weaker, fingers harshly clutching onto the sheets underneath.

for a moment, heavy silence lingered in the air before he shook his head, placing the butcher knife on your night stand, a hand reaching out to touch your face, causing you to flinch at the feeling of the cool glove he was wearing grazing against your cheek. “nah. not into hurtin’ pretty things like yerself. i got… other plans for ye.”

with practiced moves, he spun you over on your stomach, eliciting a cry from your mouth at the unfamiliar weight of his hand keeping your head pressed down against your pillow, the other hand forcefully pulling down your shorts.

“not wearin’ panties? fuckin’ filthy.” the masked man spat, a hand roughly landing against your ass, your body helplessly squirming, not having any strength to fight back. “ah, fuck me.” he groaned behind his mask, gloved fingers lightly grazing against your folds that were already soaking. “ye get off on shite like this?” his words were clearly mocking as he laughed.

“n-no!” you couldn’t help but exclaim, unable to shake your head due to his hard grip, his gloved fingers soon tangling into your hair so he could tug onto your hair, enjoying the pained noises you were making.

“no worries, hen. s’all goin’ to feel real good soon.” with that, he roughly thrusted a finger inside of your cunt, your walls instantly tightening around the digit at the sudden intrusion. he clicked his tongue, not giving you any time to react or relax, shoving another in as he begin to thrust his fingers in and out of your cunt, with no intention to give you any pleasure. it was all for his own satisfaction, seeing his fingers swallowed by your cunt and coming out with his gloves’ leather wet. fuck, should he even watch this when he’s done with you? most likely not.

it was too much, feeling as if your poor pussy was all on fire, unable to handle two thick fingers fucking you up, tears streaming down your heated cheeks. you could hear blood pumping in your ears, adrenaline coursing within you.

it was all just too much, and you were fully useless at the moment.

his other hand left your head, and you soon heard the sound of a belt buckling behind you, your head weakly turning behind to catch the sight of him pulling his cock out of his jeans. fuck. it was thick, and you were mourning yourself already. that thing could, and will, pierce you apart, impaling you as if you would be some martyr sooner or later.

“looks like ye’re plenty ready.” he huffed, impatient as he pulled his fingers out, your cunt suddenly feeling oddly empty, clenching around nothing. a displeased whine left your lips that was soon replaced with a loud gasp once you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your drooling hole, slowly begin to stretch your walls out as he slid in, a grunt leaving his lips.

“fuck, relax. gonna fuckin’ destory ma cock.” as if he wasn’t already destroying you. “next time, maybe learn not to open yer windows, unless you were already askin’ for it.”

your eyes rolled back, saliva sliding down your parted lips as you shakily moaned at every forceful thrust of his cock into you, unable to admit that he was hitting all the sweet spots inside you, pain shooting in your back while your head stayed buried into the softness of your pillow. his hands were gripping your hips tightly, as if aching to bruise you up, and you were sure that he’d be successful in that.

“made just f’me. my fuckin’ pussy, can’t believe didn’t find ye earlier.” he rambled on, ramming into your walls. soon, a hand slid in between your legs, fingers beginning to roughly toy with your sensitive clit, causing your body to jolt and try to pull away, his actions not ceasing.

it was all inevitable, and before you knew it, you were cumming all over his cock, body convulsing at the sheer strength of the orgasm that just washed over you, quiet muffled sobs leaving you.

his thrusts grew erratic and sloppy, an annoyed moan leaving him. he sure as hell was loud. it was clear that he didn’t want to pull out, though he still did, his right hand giving his aching cock a few more strokes until his warm cum was spilling on your back, some landing on your ass, a relieved sigh leaving his lips.

“fuckin’ beautiful.” he hissed, gloved fingers beginning to messily smear his cum onto your skin. he was writing something, but you could only make out a ‘S’ before your body collapsed onto the mattress, panting softly.

soon removing his red mask, johnny’s arms gently scooped you up, pressing a soft kiss against your tear-stained kiss. “did i go too far, bonnie?” he asked, a bit concerned even if you didn’t say your safe word, hastily removing his gloves so he could gently brush apart the hair that was clinging against your skin due to sweat.

“mmh, no…” your voice came out slurred, a dopey smile adorning your lips. johnny sighed in relief, pressing an affectionate kiss on your nose.

“y’know, it doesn’t hafta be halloween for ye to propose this idea.” he snickered, to which you tiredly whined.

“suits this day better…”

“whatever ye say. let’s get ye cleaned up.”

[crystallizsch]

Prefect… Would you like me to teach you how to dance?

Oh, wow. Offering a private lesson, Jamil?

Don’t call it that-

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they just kinda sorta lost track of time

[jockw]

The moment I laid my eyes on nutcracker Lenore by @mindofcordyceps I was amazed and it's probably one of the rarest things to stick in my mind for so long that I actually made a sketch! GOD

And that sketch turned into a drawing 🤭

...can you tell I'm obsessed??? RAHHHHDHHDHF

[cobaltfluff]

persona boyfrinds being cringe (3/3)

[seventeenlovesthree]

Did you know that Takeru Takaishi is a Neon Genesis Evangelion fanboy who likes to write friendfiction AUs? Well, now you know, you're welcome.

[jackietaylorsghost]

Pedro Pascal as Joel Miller THE LAST OF US: 101. When You're Lost in the Darkness