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hermitcraft-daily · 24 days

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[21] he stole my clothes :(

#day 21 #bdoubleo100

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artsyebonyrose · 6 months

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inktober day 21: chains

(leon kennedy from re4r)

when i first read this prompt i immediately knew i was going to draw this scene!

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faelingdraws · 1 month

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rw art month, day 21

thread the needle

#faeling draws #rainworld #rain world #rw downpour #rw spearmaster #rw artmonth #rw art month #day 21 #tw blood #tw injury #rw fanart

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werewolfaday · 3 months

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Day 21!

#art #sketch #werewolf #werewolf art #werewolf a day #day 21 #away from my tablet today!!

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rogueddie · 2 months

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Mutual Mixtapes T | 544 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is letting him pick the music

Steve hates metal music. He hates how loud it is, how the higher notes on an electric guitar grate on his brain. He hates how it always triggers a migraine when it's played too long, how it makes them almost blindingly painful when it's played too loud.

But Eddie loves Metal. It always makes him visibly happier, excited, energetic.

As long as he pays close attention to himself, Steve can get through Eddies metal music. He knows that Eddie will turn it off, or turn it down, the second he asks.

It's worth suffering a few mild headaches to see Eddie so joyful.

"Which ones do you like?" Eddie asks him one day, out of the blue.

"I don't know, they're all great," Steve lies.

But Eddie rolls his eyes, tutting. "You hate most of them, it's fine, I know. Are there any that you do like?"

"Uh... that master puppet one that has that line that goes, uh... 'sleep my friend and you will see, the dream is my reality'. That's kinda good. But, uh, I don't like the heavy guitars it gets into."

"So you like the first three minutes, got it. That ones not too heavy for you?"

"It's a little heavy, and that start bit with the high guitar is, like, bad, but it's pretty alright. I like the words."

Steve forgets about the conversation as soon as he gets to work, distracted by Robins rambling and their work.

It doesn't come up again for a few days too, so when Eddie is holding a mixtape and grinning at him, excited, he's confused.

"I made you a mixtape! Well, technically us."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I think you might like it. If you don't, it's ok."

He puts the tape in and, when it starts to play, Steve is surprised. The first song that plays is... nice. It's nothing like the music he's grown used to Eddie playing.

"What is this?"

"It's Black Sabbath."

"This is Black Sabbath? Are you sure?"

Eddie laughs. "Yeah. It's a short one. Orchid. Thought it'd be the type of song you'd like."

"It is. Yeah, this... it's lovely."

Some of the other songs are edging a little too close to 'too much', but most of them are alright.

When Welcome Home (Sanitarium) plays, Eddie tells him the name and explains how he cut it up so the parts that Steve mentioned not enjoying aren't in it. It ends up sounding a little choppy, but Eddie is proud.

"What do you think?" Eddie asks, pausing the tape when he pulls up outside the new place Steve and Robin are working at.

"So far? Great. Some, um... they'd be better played a little quiet, but I like them. Thank you, for doing this."

"Don't worry. I want you to enjoy music with me, not suffer through it for me."

"Well, I loved that first one."

"Good. I'll try and find more like it."

"You don't have to."

"But I want to."

"Alright," Steve huffs, ducking his head. "Thank you."

Eddie shifts, turning so he can look around them, before quickly leaning over to kiss Steves cheek. "Stop thanking me. Just be honest when you're miserable, ok?"

"Alright."

"Go on then, out, I have another mixtape to work on."

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #ficlet #nav.slm #day 21

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sumiink · 2 years

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#ectoberhaunt22 #eh order #coronation #day 21 #dp #danny phantom #my art

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danikatze · 6 months

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Inktober day 21: woodland

Initially I wanted to draw a joyful Eurydice, but something went wrong and instead I drew the moment she's just been bitten by the venomous snake :<

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#Eurydice #eurydice hades #hades game #day 21 #described #inktober #inktober2023 #fanart #danikunst #2 #greek mythology #mythology #2023

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wigglesdtuff · 2 months

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You call that a flower?

#one piece #nico robin #daily wtt robin 2 #day 21 #baron omatsuri #ok but i can put her in any outfit post ts if i want no one can stop me #my internet is back but i still feel yucky but i probably have to go back to work tomorrow oTL

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daily-odile · 3 months

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May I request odile with her hair down 👉👈

i don't know how her hair works now that i think about it, but.

#if u tie your hair in a bun... how long would it be if you let it down...? eh. have Very long hair odile #isat #in stars and time #isat odile #day 21 #also whats under her robe actually. i dont know either

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 2 months

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Febuwhump - Day 21

Pairing: Beau x reader

Prompt: Unresponsive

Warnings: language, severe head injury

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“Beau.” I glanced up from my desk, Jenny and Pop wearing grim expressions. “Uh, Y/N’s the unresponsive female that got called in.”

“What?” I said, shooting to my feet. “What the hell-”

“We don’t know. ER doc says she has an injury on her head.” I grabbed my coat, heading for the door. “Beau-”

“You’re in charge. I’ll be back later.”

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“I don’t understand,” I said again, slower this time. The doctor sighed, running a hand over his mouth before he pulled me further away down the hallway. “When’s she going to wake up? It’s been hours.”

“Sheriff Arlen, as I said before, Y/N has an extensive head injury. She should be waking up but she’s not, which means it’s entirely possible she doesn’t.”

I shook my head, the doctor giving me a sympathetic look. “She’s not in a coma. She’s just knocked out. She-”

“She is in a coma, Mr. Arlen. Good news is she’s breathing on her own but at this point, brain damage is highly likely. Even if she were to wake up, she may not be the same. We need to do more scans.”

“She can’t…” I trailed off, the doctor gently pushing on my back.

“Go sit with her. We’ll do everything we can but you have to prepare yourself for the possibility of some hard decisions in the near future.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’ll discuss those with time. Someone will check on her soon.” He left me at the entrance to Y/N’s room. White bandages wrapped around her head, wires stuck in her. I barely got my feet to move over to the chair by the bed. This couldn’t be happening. She had to wake up.

She had to.

“Come back to me, Y/N,” I whispered, grasping her hand, holding it to my lips. “Fight it out in there and come to me. Please. I don’t know what to do without you.”

But I got no response. Only the beeping of the monitors telling me she was still alive, if barely.

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#febuwhump #day 21 #beau x reader #beau arlen #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen fanfic #big sky fanfic

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sidekick-hero · 2 months

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Someone's banging on his door, the noise so loud that it drowns out Queen blasting from his speakers. His first thought is, "It's back," quickly followed by panic that grips his heart, squeezing it tight as he thinks, "Someone's hurt".

Steve runs to the front door and flings it open before the second thought fully registers, his fears seemingly confirmed when he finds Eddie standing on his porch, fist raised to knock again. The adrenaline pumping through his veins makes everything laser sharp, his mind running a mile a minute as he takes in the man in front of him.

The man who owns his heart and who looks seconds away from collapsing. The dark bruises on his face are a stark contrast to the pallor of his skin, and Steve's stomach drops at the sight of one of those beloved eyes swollen shut. There is blood on Eddie's face, dripping from his nose, which also looks swollen and slightly crooked, and from his mouth, where his lip is split open. He's hunched over, his other arm wrapped around his own middle in a protective grip. 'Please don't let him be hurt any more than this, I can't lose him,' he pleads to a god he doesn't even believe in.

He would beg any deity and any demon for Eddie. His life, his soul, they could have it all if it meant Eddie would be okay.

It's not healthy or well-adjusted or whatever psych-speak there is to say that what Steve feels for Eddie might be fucked up in its intensity. It's not like Steve gives a fuck. He has more important things on his mind.

"Eddie." He wants to say it in a calm and soothing voice, knows that's what Eddie needs to feel safe, but all he manages is a broken whisper, his fear ringing in every syllable.

"Hi baby," his boyfriend says with a smile that turns into a pained grimace before it's fully formed, "sorry for barging in on you like this but I didn't know where else to go."

It breaks Steve's heart to see Eddie like this. The man he knows, the man he loves, is larger than life, with a big grin and an even bigger heart. He shouldn't look like this, so small and still trying to make himself even smaller, and the only thing Steve can do right now is open his arms and let him sink into his body so Steve can hide him away from a world that doesn't deserve someone like Eddie.

Eddie falls right into him, and Steve wraps him in a careful hug until Eddie pushes even closer, obviously needing to be held tight enough that he can fall apart without losing a piece of himself.

They're still on Steve's doorstep, out in the open for anyone to see, but he doesn't care. Steve has a feeling that he won't be in this shithole of a town much longer anyway.

"Oh baby, it's okay, I got you, you're safe here," he coos into Eddie's ear. He wants to ask what happened. He wants to ask what (who) did this and rush upstairs to grab his bat and bash in the skull of whatever (whoever) did this to him.

A pained whimper is all the warning he gets before the weight in his arms grows heavier as Eddie lets himself crumble and break, trusting Steve to hold him through it.

Steve does, almost carrying Eddie to the couch and pulling him onto his lap once they're there, never letting go of him, not even for a second. Once they're both settled, Steve continues to just hold Eddie as he continues to tremble in Steve's arms, silent sobs tearing through his body.

It takes a long time before Eddie slowly lifts his head from where it's nestled against Steve's neck. "I'm sorry," he says again, as if it was ever a hardship for Steve to have Eddie in his arms. As if it's his fault that they live in a world with sharp teeth that likes to sink them into anything soft.

"Don't be, none of this is your fault. Whoever did this to you should be sorry." He doesn't add that they'll be sorry if he has anything to say about it, because he knows that would upset Eddie. That's why Steve keeps those ugly things away from him.

Eddie laughs humorlessly. "I'm pretty sure the only thing they're sorry for is not finishing the job. Some days I think the next time will be the last. That this time they will finish it, finish me. I'm pretty sure that if I don't get out of here soon, I'm going to die here, Steve."

And that's... Steve knows deep down that that's the truth. It's not Eddie being dramatic, like the time he fell to the floor as if Steve had mortally wounded him by refusing to watch the thing with him for the tenth time. It's Eddie speaking a truth that Steve has been trying to hide from them both for months.

Steve knows it's time to make a choice. For himself and for Eddie. For them. Either they leave this town, tonight, or they may never leave it again. Not alive. Because where one goes, the other follows, and Steve knows he can't protect Eddie forever from the hate and violence that bled into the heart of this town long before either of them were born.

"If we leave now, we can be in Indiana before midnight," Steve hears himself say, the decision already made, because the alternative is blood and pain and sorrow.

The kids graduated a few months ago and are about to leave for college. Robin, Nancy and Jonathan are long gone, many miles and just a phone call away. It doesn't matter where they go, any place would be better than here. They have nothing to lose but each other.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"What I'm saying," Steve replies, "is that we can pack up my car right now and be on the highway in about an hour. It's not far to Indy from there. Or Chicago. Hell, if you still wanna go to California, we can do that. I don't care, Eddie. As long as it's with you, we could go to the moon and I'd be happy."

Dark brown eyes search his, one still so swollen Steve wonders if Eddie can see anything with it, the other bloodshot but still beautiful.

"You would do that? Just up and leave everything behind. For me?"

Steve wonders how someone as bright as Eddie (because grades don't make you smart, they both know that) could sometimes be so dense.

"There's nothing I wouldn't do for you." It's not a grand declaration of his undying love, no poetic words as Eddie would find them. Just the simple truth of his irrevocable devotion.

Another searching look before Eddie climbs off his lap and back to his feet. He holds out his hand for Steve to take, and when he does, Eddie pulls him to his feet to kiss him. It's hard, a desperate, hungry edge to it, raw like the blood Steve tastes from the cut in Eddie's lip.

Eddie's lips are red when he pulls away, blood staining them like lipstick. "You even let me pick the music while we drive?"

Wondering if his grin looks as bloodstained and wild as Eddie's, Steve teases, "I wouldn't go that far."

Eddie's eyes (at least the one Steve can see) finally sparkle again, and his grin softens to a gentle smile as he cups Steve's cheek and wipes the blood from his lips. "I love you, Steve Harrington."

"I love you too. You have no idea how much."

"I think I'm starting to."

It's Steve's turn to smile softly at Eddie, pressing a kiss into his palm. "Believe me, this is just the tip of the iceberg."

Eddie's grin turns wolfish at Steve's words, breaking the solemn mood. "Just the tip? I think I heard that one before, big boy."

"You're a menace."

Another kiss, another promise ("I'm your menace"), and then they're almost running to Steve's room, hastily packing only what they consider absolutely necessary. After that, they go to Eddie's new trailer to do the same and leave a message for Wayne, explaining what happened and promising to call as soon as possible.

Then they're off, flying down the highway in Steve's car, and when Eddie reaches for the radio, Steve lets him. As if there had ever been any doubt that Steve was going to let Eddie choose the music for every single day of their life together.

With one hand on the wheel and the other arm wrapped around Eddie's shoulder, Steve feels like he's right where he belongs.

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddielovemonth #steddiesongfics #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #day 21 #love is letting him pick the music #my writing

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avensartt · 2 years

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Day 21 : Coronation

#danny phantom #ectoberhaunt22 #eh order #day 21 #coronation #dp #danny fenton #dp fanart #summoning #ghost king au #ghost king danny #dp au #hehe i made tucker cool #eldrich danny #aven draws

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nonetoon · 6 months

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Caught-on-Tober Week 3: The Party 🎉 🎈

15. Chit Chat / 16. Game Night / 17. The Playlist / 18. Halloween TV Movies / 19. Taking A Break / 20. Down the Hall to the Right / 21. Who Invited ..?

#my art #caught-on-tober 2023 #caught on tober 2023 #creature design #week 3 #day 15 #day 16 #day 17 #day 18 #day 19 #day 20 #day 21

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dailybatjokes · 3 months

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Day 21 of daily batjokes:

Just hands today

#day 21 #dailybatjokes #joker #batjokes #batman #joker x batman #dc comics #batman x joker

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creativepromptsforwriting · 1 year

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Twenty-First Day of Gift-Giving

Twenty-One I Love Yous

"I love you more each day."

"We fit perfectly together."

"I think I have always loved you."

"There is nothing I would change about you."

"I really love this about you."

"Every day with you is a dream."

"I don’t think I could stop loving you."

"You are perfect in my eyes."

"I simply adore you."

"I feel whole when I’m with you."

"My heart dances every time I look at you."

"I miss you every day you are not here."

"Everything I do is for you."

"You are my whole world."

"My heart wants to be with you."

"You truly are perfect just the way you are."

"I feel whole when I’m with you."

"I am obsessed with you. Not in a creepy way."

"I don’t ever get enough of you."

"I wouldn’t want to go one day without you."

"Can you feel how well we work together?"

24 Days of Gift-Giving

#24 gifts #ways to say I love you #day 21 #24 days of gift giving #writing prompts #prompt list #writing inspo #advent calendar #creativepromptsforwriting #writeblr #writing ideas #writing inspiration

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black-shippers-haven · 2 months

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black selfshippers, this black history month remember that its ok to headcanon your f/os to be darker-skinned. it is completely okay to make edits of them with darker skintones and curlier hair. there is nothing wrong with perceiving their appearance in a way more similar to yours, regardless of your reason for it. don't let other people tell you otherwise. {pro/com/darkship dni.}

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