Prompt 261
“So is no one going to talk about the eldritch space child or…”
“I mean, do you want to get between a child and Batman? I think the only one who could even get close right now is Superman…”
“No you’re right, I think- oh my god the eldritch space child is playing with batman’s bat-ears and he’s not doing anything about it what the fuck I thought only Robins could get away with that-”
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Fully unformed AU here but
Steve barely got to have Eddie. He had three whirlwind days of Eddie and then just nothing. All this potential, all these maybes that are now just No
And he has no idea what to do with that. So because he can he gets his hands on some of corroded coffins old mixtapes. He may or may not have had to steal them out of Gareths garage, but what the other boy doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
Steve listens to them and he hears Eddie’s voice, and he decides he really really likes metal. He likes the heavy feeling that sits on his chest, for once not guilt or shame but just pure exhilaration.
The natural next step is to grab the guitar that sits sad and lonely in his parents closet and start messing with it. Then singing along to the recordings. Then coming up with his own lyrics.
Steve accidentally falls into being a rockstar. He doesn’t fit the aesthetic whatsoever when he starts, but some well meaning older rockers take him under their wings when he shows up to his first concert in a polo and fucking khakis. He continues going to shows, then he gets roped into being a roadie, then a stagehand, all the while writing and singing and missing a boy he never got to really know.
His first EP is a wild hit. Steve’s a perfect blend bridge between rocker and preppy jock. His story is weirdly compelling, and he’s built enough good will in the industry for a band to take his lyrics and his passion and give him a shot as their front man. Steve changes the lyrics to always be about girls, perfectly masking and blending in the way he always has. But the pronouns he uses in his first single don’t mean a thing to the Party.
A song titled ‘Eddie’ really only could be about one person.
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Me: So it's a Soap x Reader fic
My brain: ok
Me: Johnny
My brain: yeah
Me: John Soap Mactavish
My brain: but what if GHOST was there also-
Me:
Yknow that song/meme that goes "It’s always me and you, and your friend Steve"?
Well same except it's Simon instead of Steve 💀
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To celebrate 10 years in this god forsaken fandom, I redrew the og art of my fave paranormal investigators !
Singles and small rant below cut :P
Cannot believe it’s been a damn decade. This fandom and these characters have done so much to shape me and help me turn into the person- and artist!!- I am today, and I am forever grateful for the friends I’ve made along the way. (You know who you are 😉)
I cannot believe young Gooze looked at Johnny Ghost and said Yeah, that’s my entire personality now, and then it WAS. Now I’m an inducted thespian with a love for dramatizing everything, and for doing stupid voices, and a buncha other stuff. I even took his name, Johnny/Ghost. Which I suppose a lot of us have, huh?
Anyway if you’re looking down here, hi, here’s the first ever piece of fanart young Gooze did (that I can find)
(Yes, that’s Ghost and Jimmy. And yeah it’s bad, but I was a very young child. Let’s appreciate how far I’ve come, yeah?)
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Matthew: *tearing up* I saw you and Cordelia yesterday.
James: *nervously* It’s not what it looks like!
Matthew: YOU SAID YOU LOVED HER! HOW COULD YOU?
James: BECAUSE WE’RE MARRIED!
Matthew: *tearing up again* No best-friend-feelings?
James: No, just love-love. Like I’m-married-to-her type of love.
Matthew: Okay, so I’m still your best friend?
James: Always.
James and Matthew: *hugging*
Cordelia: Sometimes this is too much.
Tessa: *takes a drag of a cigarette and puts it out, reaches out for Cordelia* Come my child, I’ll make you some tea.
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You know I once went to a family gathering (mostly consisting of cousins aunt's and uncles all blood related to my mother's side only) and there were like... around a 100 people there (no I am not kidding.)
So projecting as I like to do.
That's Soap with his family, like when he says he has a big fam HE MEANS BIG.
He’s talking about a 100+ amount of people just on his mother’s side.
The first time he takes Ghost to one of these gatherings Soap’s like 'oh so that's aunt Hannah and her seven kids-'
Ghost is nodding along... Baffled to say the least, also extremely confused on how there can be so many people in just on family
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I just realized how completely unhinged my post about being excited by racism between tribes in Hallownest sounded. What I meant was that learning there was strife between the mantids and the beetles in the Wanderer's Journal was exciting because it indicates that there were long-held social prejudices based on differences of culture rather than simply a fear of the mantises arising from predation.
Such biases also likely predate the Pale King, as his compliance/working of a treaty with them indicates a level of respect that the actual citizens of the City of Tears seems to lack, especially compounded with the whole Deepnest Deal thing. Most interpretations I've seen interject racism into the bugs of the City of Tears based on the assumption that the Pale King was the cause of it (bc of that stupid 'imperalistic white man' interpretation, which doesn't track with his actual behavior), however it is far more likely that the gods view mortal bugs as a whole as resources to be hoarded, while the bugs themselves nurture their own cultures that somehow manage to persist beyond the petty territory blows of their deities. So its likely that no matter what the Pale King claims or what the Radiance must have done, there is a persistance of culture provided by natural gaps offered by speciation that have remained for millenia in Hallownest
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