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attyattlaw · 4 months

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like hiring a horse to dogsit

#based on an actual conversation ive had #trafalgar law #killer #massacre soldier killer #op killer #can we just settle on killer's actual tag like actually?#eustass kid #eustass kidd #this may come as a surprise but i was killer in that conversation #ross then proceeded to compute the actual ascorbic acid content relative to my body mass and i just continued drinking #that band au #forgot that tag #tw alcohol

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asterwild · 1 year

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PENGUINS. all of them!

(not precisely to scale, but close)

#most species have a range of several inches and i was just eyeballin it #re: little vs fairy #wikipedia has them divided into two species (aus vs nz i think)#if this hadn't been so hastily put together i wouldnt have based it solely on wikipedia #and probably would've actually gone with the global penguin society who lists them as one #i'm no expert and have no idea what sort of taxonomical debates are going on & whether this is a hotly contested issue #but i did switch to just one when i updated this for prints and such #penguins #animals #animal art #birds #id in alt #all the things

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zoe-oneesama · 3 months

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Well THIS looks familiar.

Episode 52 Part 1 First < Previous > Next Season 1, Season 2, Season 3, Season 4, Season 5 Ep 41, Ep 42, Ep 43, Ep 44 Ep 45, Ep 46, Ep 47, Ep 48, Intermission, Ep 49, Ep 50, Ep 51

Bonus:

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#originally I wanted everyone to be wearing clothes inspired by ANY of the heroes #Sabrina as Pegasus or Marc as Caprikid that sorta thing #but keeping track of all the specific shades of gray over so many characters would've been an absolute headache #chat noir and marigold use the same 'gray' colors so this was more streamlined #scarlet lady #scarlet lady au #scarlet lady comic #heroes' day part 1 #catalyst #episode 52 part 1 #sl fashion #also yeah Juleka's is based off Maotif not Chat Noir but they use the same 'gray' so it's a sneaky little thing for me

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emthimofnight · 3 months

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more of my hypothetical fankid Stellar so I can push my girl dad Shadow agenda LOLLL

#my art #sonadow #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #shadonic #sketch #shadow #sonic #sonic art #fankid #fanchild #stellar the hedgehog #sonic prime #second sketch is based on some EXCELLENT tags on my original post #the idea that Shadow could no longer see himself as the ultimate life form after his daughter is born... so cute #fankid au

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artpepkin · 3 months

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They watched Trolls 3 one time and the house has been filled with 80s/90s music ever since

Dust secretly likes it but he prefers to listen to it on his own <3

Killer belongs to RahafWabas

Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale

Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios

Nym belongs to me

Non blurred variations below cause I like them too hehe ->

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bigfatbreak · 5 months

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I'm sitting very politely and asking if it would be possible to see Adrien akumatised by Viceroy. Even if you don't want to, letting you know I'm insane about all your AUs (and your art in general, alien behaviour Shadow was so cool), you do such amazing work and I am completely normal about it

(Caspases' concept art beloooow)

#dad villain au #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #Caspases #Viceroy #Emelie Agreste #long post #Caspases is the chemical released by a caterpillar in the chrysalis that changes them into a butterfly #and his design is based off of a monarch butterfly's caterpillar :D #son of monarch after all~#anyway tom has been working on this akuma for a longass time #because he was anticipating some stupid ass shit happening to his kid #and its happening to marinette specifically on purpose btw. gabriel did something fucked up with his wish lol

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steddie-as-they-come · 5 months

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Steve's pinning his polaroids up on his wall when his new roommate walks in.

Steve's immediate thought is oh, I'm gonna hate this guy.

Shaggy hair, leather jacket, rings glinting off his fingers, electric guitar slung over his back. Hot as hell, but compared to Steve's polos and perfectly coiffed hair, they could not be more different.

The guy looks like he had the same thought. His shoulders slump as he takes in Steve's appearance.

A man comes in behind his roommate, toting a suitcase full of clothes. "Oh, are you Eddie's roommate?" he says to Steve, who shakes himself out of his thoughts.

"Yes, I am." he says politely. "I'm Steve Harrington."

The man sets down the suitcase. "Wayne Munson." he offers, shaking Steve's hand. "I'm Eddie's uncle."

He nudges Eddie forward, who lets out an almost inaudible groan. "Eddie." he says snippily, shaking Steve's hand.

This'll be a fun year, Steve thinks.

They don't talk. Steve didn't think he was going to be best friends with whoever he got saddled with, but he thought they could at least be civil to each other. Their room is split down the middle. Eddie's half is absolutely covered in posters and music and cutouts of magazines. Steve's is...almost as blank as his room back home.

He misses the shitheads.

No one can ever tell them that. They'll get even more insufferable.

Once or twice, when Steve comes back from a class, he'll catch Eddie peering at Steve's pictures, but he’ll jump away before Steve can call him out on it. It's awful. Steve misses Robin.

It takes him a horribly long amount of time to stop flinching awake at every little sound. He'd stored his nailbat under his bed, out of sight of Eddie, but every time someone yells in the hallway or shouts in the room next door, Steve startles awake, already grabbing his bat. Luckily, Eddie sleeps like the dead, because Steve's not sure he'd be able to explain the weapon without breaking his NDA.

It's three A.M., early November, when there's a knock on their door. Steve isn't asleep yet, so he stands and answers it.

Eight people pile in, talking in hushed whispers. They slam into him, knocking him over.

In the middle of the hug, Steve counts his kids. It's Dustin, nestled against his side, then Lucas, El, and Will under his arm, Max draped over his back, Erica leaning into his shoulder, and Mike on the very outskirts of the group. He pulls them all in tighter, and they all yelp and squawk at him.

"Let us go, Steve!" Erica says, annoyed.

"Nope." Steve says. "You came to find me at three in the morning, you can tolerate a hug."

"Shoo, move." another voice says, and all the kids part like the sea. Robin pushes her way through the group and hugs him tightly. "I don't know how you do it." she says to Steve. "Driving all these nerds around, it's exhausting."

He buries his face in her hair. "Missed you, Robbie." he mumbles.

She leans her head against his. "Missed you too, dingus."

Steve pulls back. "You got your license!"

"I did!" Robin jingles her keys happily.

Eddie sits up, and everyone in the room freezes. "Wha's happenin'?" he slurs sleepily. Then he registers all the people in the room. "Whoa, what the fuck?"

Steve stands up, brushing himself off. "I'm sorry, man, I didn't know they were coming." He shoots a glare at the group, who looks appropriately cowed. Minus Dustin. Steve can now see whose idea this was.

Eddie swings out of bed. "No, it's- wait, are these the kids from your polaroids?"

"Yeah," Steve says. "Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, El, Max, Erica, and this is my best friend Robin."

"Awww, you have polaroids of us?" Max teases over his shoulder. "That's sweet."

Steve reaches behind him and tussles her hair, shoving her gently. "Shut up, shithead."

"Your room is cool." Mike says. "Not Steve's side. But this part is cool!"

Steve glares at Mike, but Eddie grins big. "Thanks! I'm Eddie Munson." He shakes Mike's hand.

"Is that a DnD poster?" Will says. "That's amazing!"

"It certainly is!" Eddie says. "I used to DM back in high school. Played a bit too."

The nerdier section of the group reacts appropriately, oohing and ahhing, while Max and Erica just roll their eyes and nudge each other.

Steve hesitates. “I know these guys don’t really do anything on Saturday afternoons, and I think they’ve been wanting to start another campaign. Would you mind if they come up, maybe every weekend, and you can…” he doesn’t know enough about DnD “…run a game for them?”

Eddie looks amused. “You mean DM a campaign?”

“Yeah, that.” It’s an olive branch that Steve’s offering.

Eddie takes it. “Well, how can I turn that down? Sheepies of the Harrington flock, how would you like to join a new campaign?”

“I’ll keep the rest of you occupied,” Steve mutters as the guys (and El) start talking excitedly. “Max, Rob, you guys wanna find the closest arcade and set some new high scores?”

“Only one person will be setting high scores.” Max says, gesturing to herself, but she looks excited at the prospect.

Steve lets Eddie and the kids talk for a couple more minutes, then claps his hands. “Okay, it is three in the morning and I have a nine A.M. class tomorrow SO! I have enough blankets for all of you to sleep on the floor if Eddie doesn’t mind-“ Eddie shrugs. “Or Rob can drive you back home.”

Steve looks around and Robin is already in his bed, cuddled up like the blanket hog she is. “Okay, well, sleepover here it is then.”

He whisks out his ungodly amount of throw blankets (courtesy of Joyce’s knitting spree) and the kids get together in their usual movie-night-at-Steve’s cuddle position.

Will’s got his head on Mike’s shoulder, Lucas next to Mike, Max leaning on Lucas, El’s head in Max’s lap and her legs thrown over Dustin’s lap, and Erica with her back against Dustin’s shoulder. Sometimes Robin and Steve are wedged into the pile somewhere, but just as often they’re tangled up under six different blankets across the room, which is why Steve whispers “Scoot over, dumbass,” as he climbs into bed next to Robin.

Eddie watches them assume their positions with an expression of what could be awe on his face. “When I saw those pictures,” he whispered, “I thought they were like your siblings? Or maybe old pictures of your friends. I didn’t think you were a soccer mom.”

Steve glares at him, but unlike earlier in the year, there’s no heat behind it. “Hope you like coparenting then, because these guys need to be watched 24/7 or they’ll run off and start the apocalypse.”

Eddie laughs like it’s a joke. To him it is. He hops back into bed. “Goodnight, weird little family.”

The kids murmur a collective sleepy goodnight, and Steve shuts his eyes.

It’s the most relaxed he’s felt since he moved in.

part two!

#based on the running joke between me and my roommate that my robotics kids are gonna break into my dorm room #one of them just got his license and im now even more worried #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #college au #pre relationship

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rubydart · 5 months

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