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Here's an art suggestion: Raz tripping out after collecting too much Psitanium.
Now HE can smell the universe and taste the sky!!
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🚪☁️🤮 steddie for the build a blurb meme pls!!
ooh this is a fun set of prompts thank you!!
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prompts: 🚪- showing up at the other's door begging for comfort, ☁️- enemies to lovers, 🤮- fake dating
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There was no good explanation for how Steve Harrington standing outside Eddie Munson's trailer at 3 in the morning.
One second he was standing in Tina's bathroom being told that his entire year-long relationship was bullshit, and the next he was standing in the middle of the town's trailer park with absolutely no memory of the walk over there. Normally Munson would have been at the party, but after a few cursory glimpses around the house he found the dealer was oddly missing.
It was cold. Steve's arms were littered with goosebumps under his jacket and his legs hadn't stopped shivering, proving how long he'd been standing there. Just knock.
The door swung open before he could, nearly rapping Steve's knuckles as he lifted them to knock. Eddie Munson stood there—hair disheveled and brown eyes looking tired, though slowly awakening as he realized who was standing there.
"Were you gonna stand on my front step all night, Harrington?" Eddie asked, already beginning to feign coolness by leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms. "Tryin' to see how the other half live?"
"I..." Steve started, opening and closing his mouth in an attempt to find the right words. "I need to buy."
"I'm not selling tonight, big boy."
"I need it," Steve punctuated. Idly, he wondered what his dad would think of him begging on Munson's doorstep like this. It's a good thing his parents are in Chicago again. "I just, please."
Eddie must have seen something in his face, because suddenly he was swiping a hand over his own face and moving back from the doorway. "What d'you want then, Harrington?"
Steve had no idea. He didn't do this shit. Sometimes he'd smoke with Tommy, but he never bought it. This was so far out of his element he couldn't help but stand awkwardly in the Munson trailer, arms wrapping around his middle like that might spare him from thinking about what he was doing. This was the only thing he could think of, though, that might ease the sharp sting in his chest. It felt like something had been ripped out of him, all the wire-like nerves frayed and shocking inside of the empty chest cavity.
"Whatever's strongest," Steve said.
Eddie raised one eyebrow, considering him for a moment before sighing and asking, "What's happening here?"
"Nothing. I want...drugs. Yeah, drugs."
"Drugs, yeah, okay, Harrington," Eddie breathed in shock, shaking his head. "What sent straight-laced, golden boy Steve Harrington to drugs?"
"None of your business, Munson," Steve instinctively snapped. They may be in the same graduating class now, but that didn't mean they got along. Steve can't remember the last time they ever spoke kindly to one another, if they even had. It was the simple fact that Steve was a jock and Eddie was decidedly not that had split them apart before they'd ever had a chance to see if they fit.
Steve had to wonder if that even held up anymore, considering how little he seemed to actually know about the world. He was so different from who he'd been even just a year ago, maybe Munson wasn't all so bad.
So he sighed, ran his fingers through his hair like it might reset the situation, then said, "Nancy broke up with me."
Eddie just looked at him, a little smile he was fighting back against on his face. "You're....Let me get this straight. Steve Harrington is turning to hard drugs to get over a little breakup?"
"It wasn't little," Steve snapped immediately, crossing his arms over his chest and looking off to the side so he didn't have to face Eddie. "Is that a yes or no, man?"
"...Sure. Sure, man." Eddie left to grab some box, walked him through the whole process. "You mind staying here while you use? I don't wanna get blamed when you do something stupid."
That was how he ended up sitting on Eddie Munson's couch, Eddie offering him some pill while he took his own. The effects set in fairly quickly, numbing his senses and, most importantly, dulling the sharp stabbing ache in his chest. It wasn't the best feeling in the world—it left Steve with the lingering feeling that he wouldn't be able to defend himself if another demogorgon decided to make its brutal appearance—but it was preferrable to the raw ache of the breakup.
"...she told me it was all bullshit. I should've seen it coming, she's been in loved with Byers all year."
"Jonathan Byers? That's harsh, man," Eddie hissed, "What're you gonna do?"
It was easier talking like this. The music Eddie was playing hurt Steve's throbbing head a little, but he could appreciate the beat of it. He mostly liked hearing Eddie's voice and the way it reverberated around his head. The guy could a little harsh with his jokes, but they'd talked more than Steve had talked to too many others all year.
"No idea," Steve confessed, turning his head on the couch to face Eddie. "I'll be the laughingstock of the school tomorrow, when she shows up with Byers and I show up alone. There'll be no saving it."
"I mean..." Eddie trailed off, raising his eyebrows pointedly like Steve was supposed to catch on. "If your only problem is that you can't be the single one tomorrow, we could fix that."
"Yeah? How'd you propose we do that, Munson?"
"I'll be your boyfriend for as long as you need me, no problem," Eddie offered, "if you keep the basketball team off my ass for the rest of the year."
It was crazy. Steve knew it was a bad idea, and yet all he could think to do was nod his head. It would solve his problem, and honestly he still had enough pull with the team as captain to make it work. And hey, if Eddie wasn't so bad tonight then he couldn't be the worst fake boyfriend, right? And it would at least keep the rumor mill off his back, and would save him the dignity of walking into the school with clear evidence that he hadn't been enough for Nancy.
"You know what, deal. Be my boyfriend, Eddie Munson."
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#steddie blurb#steddie ficlet#steddie headcanon#fake dating#enemies to lovers#ask jay#prompt#jay writes in theory
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Trick or treat!
Vampire Jade Ch 4 snippet
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"What were you doing out there Kit?"
Jade reached forward, gently coaxing Kit's nails from where they had been digging crescents into the skin of her own palm, and pressed the mug of warm mocha coffee into Kit's hand instead.
“Really? That's the first thing you want us to talk about after all this time? I got a better question, where the hell have you been?”
“In a type of hell I guess you could say,” Jade murmured to herself in introspection.
“What was that?”
Dissecting Kit's use of words, tasting the anger Kit was so desperately trying to bury beneath a complacent fascade. Jade knew Kit better than anyone. She could see the ripples of pain and immeasurable hurt that floated beneath the surface.
Kit would forgive her if she explained. That, Jade knew with a certainty born from their bond of intimacy. The closeness Jade still felt, the love held in Kit's aura was immense. Even under all those layers of agony. Jade knew Kit had never stopped loving her, even though she didn't deserve it.
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Your art is so cool and colorfull i love it. <3
Much appreciated, thank you! :3
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WIP Tag Game
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you like.
Thank you, @cherrycola27 @startrekfangirl2233 and bby @desert-fern! Y'all know I love a tag.
My WIP folder is embarrassingly full and unfinished, so I'll list just a few that have some promise to be finished:
Boys of Summer
Brewmaster
Broken
Craving You (Version 1)
Craving You (Version 2)
Need a Favor
Pages In-between
Panty Dropper
The Lone Ranger
A lot of my mutuals have be tagged/already participated, but here are a few no pressure tags: @roosterforme @beyondthesefourwalls @seresinsweetie @sunlightmurdock @sometimesanalice @roosterbruiser @mayhemmanaged @cassiemitchell
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So no art for system cards also means no art for system face claims on private lists too? I don’t want to cross boundaries even if I know no one (maybe our fiancé once in a blue moon) would see the list/face claims, even with credit to you.
I'd prefer if Schlatt and Ridge art (unless commissioned) specifically not be used for anything but other than that the others I'd be fine with being used on private lists!
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SPARKLEEE AND MROW! STOP I LOVE YOU! YOU GET THOSE BUT ALSO GREEN
YOU SPOIL ME STOP- I’m no celebrity omg and green too??? Mother I will cry I love you
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Tau: wait, so, Jay, are you dead? Or am I missing something here?
"as for how am I Alive? Supernatural Forces I assume."
#askbox#ask creepypasta#ask marble hornets#ask jay#ask jay merrick#fanart#jay marble hornets#marble hornets#jay merrick#jay merrick fan art#creepypasta#creepypasta fanart
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hello !! may i be added to the "10 things i hate about you" fic taglist ?? thank you <3 i am in love with it already— can't wait for more!
absolutely !! thank youuu. i won't be updating for a week at least because i'm going on vacation but SOON
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✨🌸 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not 🌸✨
Ooooooh okay! 💛
1) despite the amount of pink I own and reblog, my favourite colour has been yellow since I was 4
2) I collect pretty and patterned bandaids
3) I have a slight addiction to Coca Cola
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I noticed some WIPs got taken off your list, particularly nsfw ones, are you no longer doing nsfw requests?
I've been going back and forth on that for a while tbh. I'm not very skilled at writing NSFW content or really too interested in it. With my previous NSFW requests, I accepted and wrote them because I thought that it was something that was expected of me to do, especially within the Helluva and Hazbin community. But when it comes to NSFW content, I'm not comfortable with writing it too much.
The requests are still sitting in my drafts, just in case tho. I'm considering doing those requests because I didn't fully announce that I wasn't accepting NFSW requests and it isn't fair to the anons that asked for them.
Long story short: I'm considering not accepting NSFW content anymore. For the time being while I figure it out, I'll make a note on the rules page about it for any other future requests. .
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draw oodle!!!
Just for you, bestie-westie!!
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steddie for the blurb meme pls! with 👄🚪🍯🔥
ooh love the combination!! thanks for sending a request!
prompts: 👄- sharing their first kiss🚪- showing up at the other's door, begging for comfort🍯- friends to lovers🔥- slow burn
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Steve Harrington was moving out of Hawkins. Steve Harrington was moving out of Hawkins and Eddie would never get the chance to tell him how he felt, because after five years he still hadn't worked up the courage.
Once a coward, always a coward, he thought bitterly the day he helped Steve pack up, because that was what good friends did.
After five years of movie nights, days spent lounging over the Family Video counter, and countless minutes studying every feature on that irritatingly gorgeous face, Eddie would come up with nothing but memories and a broken heart.
He wanted to tell Steve sooner, he had.
First at the hospital when he woke up to Steve sitting straight in a stiff plastic chair, acting as guard against anyone who wanted to come see the alleged satanic murderer. Steve had gasped when he noticed Eddie was awake, entire body leaning closer to make sure he was okay. The softness in those hazel eyes was what did it for Eddie, forever leaving a mark on his heart.
Then there was the time Steve came with him to physical therapy, when Eddie had fallen for the third time that session. He'd yelled and screamed and cried, loudly proclaiming that he was done with this. Steve had sat down beside him and listened, nodding his head at all the right points. Only when Eddie had finished did Steve speak, telling him about the time when he'd had a knee injury he thought would take him out of all his sports forever. It had taken ages to rehab the joint, even longer to get back to 100%. Steve had wanted to quit, but he hadn't. Eddie could still see the faint scar across the man's knee from the surgery, had vaguely remembered the months he watched King Steve Harrington maneuver the school on crutches. Steve had asked him to try one more time, telling Eddie that he'd be there every step of the way. And he had been—for every single step, Steve had been right in front of him, giving him pep talks and reaching out his arms when Eddie needed some more support. He'd come to nearly every appointment after that even if it took up most of his schedule.
The night Steve told him his favorite movie was Star Wars but only because he'd taken Dustin to see it for the first time and loved how happy it had made the kid. The day he'd driven Steve to an SAT testing center in Indianapolis so no one would know what he was doing, spending the entire drive swapping the tapes every song so they'd get an even mix of both of their music.
Eddie was in love with Steve Harrington, and he had to tell him before he left forever.
That was how Eddie ended up outside of the Harrington house at six in the morning on a Tuesday, before any of the others had gotten there to help pack up Steve's car. He banged on the door, slamming the flat of his hand repeatedly into the wood until it opened to reveal a tired looking Steve.
"Did I wake you up?" Eddie asked, breathless from the nerves beginning to swarm in his stomach and chest.
"Nah," Steve lied, blinking to make himself more alert. "Is everything okay? Are the kids okay?"
"They're fine, they're fine," Eddie reassured immediately, wondering if waking Steve up so insistently was the best way to do this. It was too late though, he was already standing there, chest heaving and cheeks burning red at the thought of coming clean like this. "Steve, I..."
For all Steve's credit, he waited patiently for Eddie to find the right words. Even like this, stood in the doorway in only a pair of sweatpants with wildly ruffled hair and tired eyes, he was gorgeous. It wasn't fair.
"I don't want you to move away forever without you knowing this, and I'd really rather this not ruin our friendship but, but I get it if it does and—"
"Eddie."
"No, Steve, I get it. It's been amazing getting to know you, because I thought you were a terrible person but turns out you're the best person I've ever met. You're funny, and kind, and so goddamn selfless it's a little scary. There's no way I can't like you, and if that means you don't want to be fri—"
There were lips on Eddie's. Steve's lips were on Eddies. Holy shit, Steve Harrington was kissing him.
It was a hurried thing, more a pressing of lips together than a kiss. Steve's hands were on either side of Eddie's face, keeping them close together until Steve pulled back with a wild, shocked look on his face. "I like you too, Eddie. I have for years."
"Oh, oh," Eddie practically gasped. "We're idiots, aren't we?"
"Absolutely."
"Robin's gonna make fun of us, isn't she?"
Steve laughed, tipping his head back with the sound and holding onto Eddie's hips to stay close. "Nancy too, if I had to guess."
"Well, we better come up with a game plan then."
"Come on in, Romeo."
#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#steddie headcanon#steddie ficlet#steddie blurb#jay writes in theory#ask jay#writing prompt
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Trick or treat...
Oh I gotta give you a vampire Jade ch 4 snip
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Jade took the towel away without too much fuss and stood in the space between Kit's thighs so she could take over wiping the new blood away.
"Kit talk to me, please.” She gazed intently at Kit's bottom lip refusing to meet the eyes she knew were staring right at her, inches away. Kit remained silent, but she also didn't push Jade out of her space which was a small win.
Satisfied Jade finished wiping and took a moment to look up at last. She was met with Kit's unreadable expression. Jade decided to drop the stoicism, letting her own worry shine through, “I know you're smarter than this."
Kit frowned, in her drunken state she probably latched on to the fact that Jade had just basically called her actions not smart. Jade rolled her eyes seeing the stubborn flare in Kit's pout, "I'm fine Jade, I can handle myself in a fight. We both took MMA classes remember? Besides, Lachlan had it coming."
"But you can't Kit,” Jade leaned forward trying to get past Kit's irrational mindset, she pressed her hands into the counter on either side of Kit's legs, “you can't."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes really, those classes were for self-defense, not starting something rash.”
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carbon dating is in, it looks like over 7 years ago and may have been undertale. god knows.
-rex anon
Yeesh that's a long time ago! Probably for art then cause I used to post art before
Very well could've been Undertale
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