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e-vay · 10 months

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My Gal - Epilogue

Nobody expects an E-vay Epilogue! (But shouldn't you? You know I love me some silly post-credits shenanigans)

When I was finishing the final chapter of My Gal, I thought it'd be funny to see how the Team Dynamic might change post-confession

( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) Or was it all an excuse to draw more makeout sessions? Mwuahahaha. Don't try to pry them apart; it won't end well for you.

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#my art #my gal #my gal comic #SURPRISE!#mg page #mg comic #sonamy #boom!sonamy #boom!sonic #boom!amy #sth #sonic the hedgehog #boom!tails #tails #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #boom!knuckles #sticks the badger #sonic trash

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voidlesscreator · 18 days

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Haunted Doll AU.

If anyone has watched that Wizard of Oz movie where it's the prequel this'll make a lot more sense.

Instead of being one of those antique anabelle type dolls that are typically haunted, Danny is possessing a china doll instead- or a porcelain doll, kinda like this

So imagine Danny gets hurt by either the GIW or the Fenton dr duo and flees to the Infinite Realms, only for CW and Frostbite to suggest putting his ghost core in a movable container while his body heals. Normally Ghosts would probably just be able to switch up their body while their core heals and just reform their body after, but since Danny is a halfa his body will still be there but in a comatose state so it needs to stay under watch.

CW suggests a doll to put his core in and when they do, he is able to move and talk since his voice comes from his core and the doll is ball-jointed.

After getting used to the new body, Danny is sent back to Earth to wait for his body to heal fully, and accidentally takes a wrong turn and ends up in Gotham.

Cue one of the batfam finding a walking doll and taking it home after finding out that it's sentient and a ghost healing.

(Probably Damian during a patrol but it could be any of them.)

#dc x dp #danny is a doll #i read multiple posts where Danny moved as a doll without being seen #and just thought what if he could always do that?#boom china doll danny like those things from that one wizard of oz movie #the batfam are gonna be in for a surprise #damian would probably treat Danny like one of his beloved animals that are injured #tim is probably 2 minutes from passing out from either exhaustion or fear #because why is there a walking doll carrying fruits across the kitchentop with alfred?

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canisalbus · 8 months

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Machete appeared in my dream last night! I dont remember what was happening but i think he was in the gothic lolita outfit someone sent u a picture of the other day lol

#ah that's very cute #how come other folks get to dream about my fellas yet they never appear in mine huh #all I get is the recurring nightmare where I'm being chased by bears #having a normal dream and boom surprise bear chase scene #anonymous #answered #like to be visited by gothic lolita machete tonight #woe plague be upon ye

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touretticeddiemunson · 3 months

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thinking some very trans eddie munson thoughts at this moment. if anyone…has any good fic recs…hmu… 🫶🏻

also trans steve. trans anything steddie related. please. i beg. do your magic steddie tumblr.

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve x eddie #steddie fic #stranger things #stranger things fic #trans eddie munson #t4t steddie #trans eddie au #i live for trans eddie #also trans steve #trans steve harrington #trans for the win #trans them all #boom you’ve been hit by my transgenderification ray #surprise they’re all transgender

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flowercrowngods · 1 year

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yearning hours (bonus track)

🤍 also on ao3

Seeing Steve like this always makes Eddie feel like he’s suddenly in on some secret of the universe. Like he knew nothing prior to this moment, like history is rewriting itself around the two of them just now. It makes him feel like the boy he is — young, stupid, with no idea about the world and what lies beyond, and absolutely in love with another boy.

The light of the full moon catches in his hair, painting it silver and covering him in a sheen of light that Steve knows to wear like a second skin. He’s calm out here, his legs dangling over the abyss of the quarry, his hands in his lap, his chest rising and falling steadily. Slowly. Evenly. Eddie wants to reach out and hold his hand over Steve’s heart just to feel it against his skin, just to give his own some direction; to get it right.

No frown between his brows, no tension in the line of his shoulders, no clenched jaw or balled fists.

He looks beautiful like this; a playing field for light and darkness that treat him like an old friend that comes to visit, to stay just for the night.

Steve is beautiful. And Eddie gets to watch; take it all in, the silver light on the bridge of his nose, the shadows underneath his lips, the dried trail of old tears, telling a glistening tale of the heart that combines history and future.

Eddie watches as Steve stares out at the quarry, his eyes fixed somewhere in the darkness, unaware of his surroundings as he loses himself in that freedom he makes for himself every night he is out here. The freedom he is willing to share with Eddie, apparently.

It’s a privilege. An honour. And still all Eddie can do, all he wants to do, is look at Steve and watch him and see. Justbecause he can. Because Steve won’t tell him to stop, because he won’t ask him about it, won’t duck his face or skip away from Eddie’s smile or his hands or his silent confessions whispered into his very own thoughts. Not here, not in the darkness. Not anymore.

He wants to reach out and take that hand that’s resting in Steve‘s lap, weave their fingers together and breathe a promise into the air between them. Wants to tug on that hand and make Steve fall into him, make their hearts pick up their paces because for just a fraction of a second they’ll think they’re about to lose their balance and fall. Fall down there, into the darkness, and never see the light again.

A breeze picks up around them, brushing through Steve‘s hair and making it dance in the moon light. Eddie’s eyes follow with rapt attention, but still it breaks the spell of yearning and brings a question to the forefront of his mind.

A question about calm, about darkness, about Steve and what that means.

Lifting one leg from the abyss to wrap his arms around it and give his hands something to do, something to hold, Eddie asks, “You ever think about jumping?”

Steve blinks once. Twice. Coming back from wherever he went while Eddie waits patiently and watches.

“Jumping?”

Eddie inclines his head even though Steve’s not looking. “Off. Down there. Y’know...” He trails off.

Steve blinks again, a frown between his brows redirecting the silver light on his face before he finally turns his head to look at Eddie.

“No. Not uhm... Not jumping."

Eddie takes it all in, trailing his gaze over Steve's face, searching for something he's not sure exists. This thing between them that's been growing steadily. This thing between them that has lead to quiet nights at the quarry, to Steve talking about bravery and jumping and all those things that aren't meant for daylight.

"No? What then?"

Eddie reaches for a pebble, scratching its smooth surface with the nail of his thumb because he’s feeling restless again and he needs something to anchor him. He always does, around Steve. The boy just makes him feel weightless and heavy and floating and sinking at the same time, and Eddie is always just along for the ride. Wouldn’t want to miss a second of it.

Steve musters him for a moment and Eddie can feel himself tensing up a little, aiming to seem nonchalant with the pebble in his hand, like it’s the most normal thing to do for a boy who’s not ready to be a man yet in a world that never even let him be a child. A boy who failed his senior year three times. A boy who’s endlessly in love with Steve Harrington.

The golden boy. But he’s painted in silver now in this moment shared just between the two of them. Maybe Eddie is looking for symbolism where there is none, his mind clinging to romanticisations and narratives of beauty and belonging just to defy the bleakness of the world that grownups have always been so adamantly demanding of him to believe in.

Maybe he’s blinded by infatuation, stupid and colourblind with it. Or maybe it means something that this gold-skinned boy is veiled in silver light as he’s looking at Eddie like that.

Like he sees it, too.

Like he can feel it, that something between them that’s been growing.

And Eddie feels hope rising in his chest for a second, dares to let his heart skip and jump and race, brought to life by Steve’s eyes trailing down to his lips; and falling, when the boy only huffs.

“Nothing. It’s stupid.”

Eddie hums, pleading his heart to come down, a little bit terrified that Steve would hear it for how heavily and rapidly it’s beating against his ribcage. “Tell me anyway?”

He loves it, the way Steve’s lips tug up into a smile. A shy, secret little one, illuminated and captured for all eternity by the moonlight for one second, two, before he turns his face away and looks down into the abyss again.

“I like when you do that.”

“What?”

“Tell me anyway. It’s… It makes me feel not-stupid. Or like it’s okay, you know? Like even if it’s stupid, it’s still there, still worth telling maybe. Not an empty phrase. Just… Yeah. You know I’ll tell you anyway, Ed.”

And what do you even say to that? Nothing. There’s nothing for Eddie to say because his heart is still racing against itself and winning and losing and falling ever after.

Stupidly, he offers Steve his pebble. Wondrously, Steve takes it, his fingertips lingering on Eddie’s palm, electric and tickling, and they both huff. Breathless.

“Falling,” Steve says at last.

“Hm?”

A twitch of his lips, looking over for the briefest of seconds before he focuses on Eddie’s pebble, rolling it between his fingers, placing it in the middle of his palm, and Eddie aches to take its place. To place his hand on Steve’s palm and hold him, to have Steve play with his fingers like that. To be the centre of Steve’s attention more than he already is.

“It’s not about jumping. Just falling. And trying not to.”

Eddie swallows, biting his tongue, not daring to speak now. His voice would waver, his heart would jump out and he’d be found out. So he watches. Listens. Longs.

“I’ve never…” Steve trails off and closes his fingers around the pebble. “I’ve never been good at not falling.”

It hangs in the air between them, boring into Eddie’s mind, his thoughts, his desires, and it leaves him reeling. Confused. Blinking.

Steve doesn’t elaborate, though, and Eddie feels like he’s losing his mind. He’s been there, he’s done that, and Steve always makes him feel like he’s terribly close to that, but… There was something in his voice when he said that. The same something that’s in the air when they sit together, just a tad closer than is strictly necessary or acceptable. The same something that floats between them when their eyes meet and neither of them looks away — until they have to, with pink-tinted smiles on their faces.

This something that is reserved in the universe; reserved for them. Reserved for Eddie and his crush that has turned into a flame, a bonfire that keeps him warm and sustained and safe so long as he doesn’t touch it. Reserved for Steve and the way he doesn’t duck his head to hide his smile anymore, the way he started laughing more around Eddie, and the way he always finds excuses to touch him, to linger, to stay.

And so, with a voice that doesn’t quite feel like his, he asks, “Why are you trying not to fall?”

“Because…” He shrugs, frowning at the pebble. “Because the landing always hurts, Eddie.”

And I’ve already hurt so much. I’m already hurting so much. Can’t you see it? It goes unsaid, but it’s spoken still with the tiny shrug, with the tone of resignation, and the way his voice breaks on Eddie’s name.

It breaks something inside Eddie, too.

“Steve,” he whispers. Thought that if he said his name, it would be unbroken. It’s not, though, it’s just a name that hangs in the air now.

Steve puts away the pebble, laying it gently between them, and Eddie feels colder for it. “Told you it was stupid.”

“It’s not,” he hurries to reassure him, insistent and desperate for Steve to believe him. “I’m not judging or anything, shit, Stevie, I’m just…”

“Just?”

Just thinking that I would catch you. Just longing to fall with you. Not just for you. Always, always for you, though.

But it’s too much; the words are bubbling inside him, too close to the surface, ready to break out and face the world, but Eddie swallows thickly until they lose their momentum.

So he shakes his head and breathes deeply. Watches as Steve’s shoulders fall slightly as tension bleeds out of them. Maybe it’s better for the words to stay where they are. Unsaid. Secret.

He wants to take the pebble back, but he feels paralysed. Maybe it’s one secret too many. Maybe it’s what will break him, them, this something between them.

But looking at Steve now, streaked in silver and a loneliness that wasn’t there before, something settles inside him.

“I would catch you,” he says, like it’s that simple. “Give it all to find a way. It sounds cheesy as fuck, and maybe it is, but Jesus, Stevie.” His voice is small, gentle like he’s never really heard it out of his own mouth, and he reaches out to tuck a strand of Steve’s hair behind his ear. It was never out of place, he just felt this ache he needed to soothe. Just wanted to touch Steve. He always wants to touch him. “I would find a way.”

Steve looks at him, meets his eyes over the thrum of darkness and secrets, over the terrifying petrification that seems to have overcome them both, and over the hitching breaths and skipping hearts that guide the hand of fate.

“Why?” he breathes. Like it’s just a word. Like it’s not Eddie’s entire heart and soul laid bare, Steve’s name embedded in weeks and months and years of simile and symbolism, deeply ingrained in his every thought now.

“Because I want to,” Eddie says. Like it’s that easy. He leans forward, falling toward Steve to rest his head on Steve’s shoulder and being the one to hide now. “God, I want to.”

It’s a whisper, but Steve’s shaking underneath him. Eddie is ready to bolt, ready to run, his hands wrapped around his middle protectively just in case he’s misreading all of this spectacularly. Hoping and aching and pleading that he isn’t.

“Eddie,” Steve breathes, but doesn’t move away from him. He sounds a little lost with it, and Eddie is reminded of the hurt, broken little sound that was his name just moments earlier. It makes him snake his hand out from under himself to lay it on Steve’s thigh, palm up. Inviting. Offering. “You can’t just say shit like that, man.”

Eddie huffs a breath he wasn’t aware he still had in his lungs when everything has turned into Steve and falling and catching and wanting.

“Why not?” And there’s vulnerability in it, spreading its wings inside him, pushing back everything else he’s been feeling before as a different kind of the same reality comes crashing down on him. Why not? Because we’re boys? Because you’re Steve and I’m Eddie? Because I’ve been misreading this after all?

He pulls away, but Steve does take his hand before he can get too far.

“Because I’m already falling. And falling and falling and falling, and there you are.” Steve’s hand comes up to his hair now, brushing it behind his ear to meet his eyes. “Pretty.” He sighs, leaving his hand on Eddie’s cheek. “What if it’s too much?”

“You?”

“Me.” It’s rotten work.

Eddie shakes his head. “Never.” Not to me. Not if it’s you.

“‘M gonna start saying shit,” Steve murmurs then, his face impossibly closer now, and Eddie’s eyes trail to his lips. He doesn’t want to kiss Steve. Well, he does, and quite desperately in fact; but not right now. He wants to keep looking at him, wants to keep talking, wants to drink him in and just to be there. Make good on his promise.

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Cheesy shit,” Steve grins, though it wavers in the moonlight. Still it makes Eddie’s breath hitch. “Like asking you to hold me. And never let me go.”

Eddie smiles, plucking Steve’s hand from his cheek to rest it in his lap, playing with his fingers and marvelling at the feel of them. They’re so warm. Maybe Steve has that same bonfire inside him.

He almost asks. Instead, what he says is, “And if I do that? If I hold you? And catch you. And never let you go. And tell you that you look really good in the moonlight, and all that cheesy shit…” They grin, Steve’s fingers twitching in his lap. “Would you let me?”

“Let you what?”

Eddie swallows, his cheeks heating, his heart racing again.“Be the one you fall for.”

“Eddie,” Steve breathes, and the sound is far from broken this time, spoken as it is around a smile, accompanied by eyes glistening in the moonlight. “You already are.”

His heart is soaring. There is no other word to describe the feeling that overcomes him, body and soul, and he wants to scream about it, wants to laugh and cry and jump and fly. But all he says is, “Good.”

“Yeah?”

And, God, he sounds so hopeful, so innocent, so purely and deeply serene that Eddie can’t help but move carefully until he’s standing, holding one hand out to Steve.

“What are you doing?” he asks, laughing as Eddie pulls him to his feet and immediately wraps his arms around Steve’s middle, leaving him to bury his face in Eddie’s neck and wind his arms around him, too.

“Just making good on that promise, Stevie. Gonna hold you til you’re sick of me.”

“God, I love you,” Steve whispers into his skin, accompanied by another breathless laugh as he burrows deeper into him.

Or, at least Eddie thinks that he said. Maybe he was the one who said it. Maybe he just thought it, made it feel real with how strong he's feeling.

But before he can so much as freeze with the onslaught of both possibility and reality, Steve’s hand comes up to his cheek again and he brushes a kiss to his neck, one to his jaw, and then one to his cheek, before returning to bury himself in Eddie’s embrace.

Eddie closes his eyes and just breathes him in as they stand there, just holding each other. Falling and catching each other. Cradling their something new in trembling hands that tell the tale of two boys terrified and brave, and smiles that speak of future.

yearning hours | yearning hours b-side

#steddie #steddie fic #the yearning hours are not related by story. just by theme and imagery and mood I think #I'm still trying to get back into the groove after the worst writer's block so uhhh I hope this is fine?#dio words #oh look no one's depressed in this one!!! it's more of a deep yearning than a heavy one in this I think #not sure I'm happy with this ending but shhh #it's that kinda bonus track where there's 5 minutes of silence and you think the record is done but then BOOM surprise song

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project-sekai-facts · 7 months

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do you know why vbs has more commissioned songs that were 3Dmvs that became 2Dmvs than any of the other units? I noticed that even excluding the 2nd anniversary campaign where they choose one 3Dmv commissioned song from each unit to make 2Dmvs of, vbs has Cinema, Mirai, and now Forward that were all 3Dmvs.

No I don't actually know why, there's never been anything said about it. They're the only unit which has more than one comm with both MV types as well. And just to add to it, Mirai didn't even have its 2DMV added retroactively - the song was released with both MV types and is currently the only event song to do that (meaning Toya forever has one more MV than everyone else)

VBS also is tied for the highest number of covers with both MV types, tied with N25 (5 songs). They also have the highest number of 2DMVs overall (22 including the Akito event song releasing tomorrow).

#i'm surprised that Forward got an MV. like i was fully expecting next 2DMV to be WxS or N25 but then boom.#old vbs song that's had a full version for years. like they couldn't even do the song that got removed from the album #if anything it might be because VBS is pretty musically popular (though n25 is also very popular and they have the joint least MVs so idk)#asks

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shinigami-striker · 9 months

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Kōji Yusa as Shadow | Saturday, 08.12.2023

Happy 55th birthday to Japanese voice actor, Kōji Yusa, who's known as the voice of Shadow the Hedgehog since the 2001 release of Sonic Adventure 2 for the Sega Dreamcast console!

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crybaby-bkg · 1 year

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potential angst fic where the world just….collapses in on itself right before your very eyes. the sky is deep red in color, clouds gone, night doesn’t fall behind the horizon of your trees anymore. land is splitting into millions of pieces, people are falling into the ocean by the thousands. there’s chaos everywhere, and you’re sure that this is the official end of the world.

only thing is—you can’t die yet. not because you haven’t fulfilled your life’s destiny or whatever bullshit, no. you refuse to die a virgin. but luckily, so does your childhood best friend Bakugou.

the earth is still shifting and rocking when you both agree to it, sure that by tomorrow the house shattering storms will have moved to your region, that you’ll be dead by sunrise. so you spend the entire night encased in his arms, tangled in his bed sheets. you wish you had more time to try more positions, but you tick off most on your bucket list.

he’s surprisingly shy the whole time, a little huffy when he tries to stick it in and misses your hole because he’s so nervous, and also, there’s another earthquake happening at this very moment. he kisses you gentle, and breaths hotly against your neck whenever you squeeze down on him. it’s not enough time in the remainder of the world to make fun of him for being a one pump chump, and you can only hook your leg around his waist to make him keep going so you can experience your first orgasm with another person.

and the night is heavenly, blissful, full of sweet moans and tender touches. it all goes well, and you expect to wake up in some afterlife by the time ‘night’ is over.

….only thing is; you wake up the next day. in bed. beside Bakugou who looks at you just as confusedly.

“I thought we were supposed to be dead by now?” He asks you, turning on your tv that hasn’t worked since the birds fell out of the sky. but miraculously—the tv works. and it’s broadcasting extremely important news, a headline that makes you swallow.

apocalypse seemingly over: or are we being fooled by an angry god?

“What the fuck are we gonna do now?” You can hear Bakugou mutter, but you’re still stuck on the paler sky that’s starting to look more blue and the one bird on the branch outside your window and the people who’ve stopped wielding axes and started picking up shattered pieces of their homes. but you’re still even more so stuck on the fact that you just fucked your childhood best friend in his too big and expensive bed and lost your virginity for nothing. what the fuck are you gonna do now?

#new fic idea that will take me eight months to write lol leave me ALONE #but I love n cherish this idea sm #so much chaos for days #everyone’s convinced they’re gonna die #and then boom #nothing lmfao#imagine the awkwardness that ensues after #do you start a relationship with him? do you pretend it never happened? become fwb’s???#so many options and so many feelings surface #okay I’m done rambling lol #I keep getting these bouts of nausea and I hate it #someone put me down pls I just wanna feel NORMAL #also I started my mythology course today and I actually really like it #idk why I’m surprised Ive always love mythology lol #—new treat in the streets! 🍫#bakugou treats! 🍬

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booksandpaperss · 1 year

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y’all wouldn’t it be so funny if for ST day this year they drop episode 1 of season 5 with absolutely no warning bc we all know they have it filmed already

it would be so funny to see the internet absolutely loose their shit lmaooo

#i say as if I wouldn’t also be loosing my shit #they should do this #like just randomly drop it on Netflix #they’d tweet the night before saying a surprise is coming #and then boom the crawl episode 1 #byler #byler tumblr #elli’s random thoughts

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000marie198 · 2 months

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The Tails Squad learn about Rube Goldberg Machines; needlessly extravagant and complex devices made to perform simple tasks, like knocking a mug off of the table

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Worse-er episode from Sonic Boom

#tails squad #sonic boom #boom tails #yeah they already make them and use them. especially considering the machine's incredible tendency to divert and distract #long enough for it to work even when the victim knows perfectly well something will be coming anf then still be surprised #an incredible invention truly #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #miles tails prower #anon ask #ask answered

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hydriotaphia · 6 months

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My hairdresser (new) kept making unsettling "oh it's okay. So noisy" comments when cutting my hair and the salon soundtrack that I thought was idk forests in summer or something turned out to be from the not-a-weird-fluffy-broach-but-a-real-true-live-budgie tucked into her cleavage. I am both delighted and disturbed.

But mostly happy she was talking to the bird and not me

#real life #boom de yada #Budgie surprise #Bring your bird to work

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