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rainystressed247 · 1 month

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Flower boy 🫣

P.S. have I ever altered the way you view the tales character? because if yes, the spreading of Cornelius supremacy is working 😈

#dream fanart #rainystressedart #cornelius tftsmp #tales from the smp #he is the original pretty dream #I take no criticism #he is just a baby who lives with his husband #and that’s okay

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izuke-the-zombie · 7 months

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This is a little head cannon/What if Macaque had more original powers, a little more Starry Night dreamlike powers leaning into the more nurturing kind, you know, the moon and sun kind of powers? 🌙☀️

Maybe in the past, he was like a therapy friend to Wukong, someone he could really be himself with, vent, and tell his secrets without being judged in the safety of his own dreams. Someone he can truly trust, and that was Macaque.

Skip to Redemption Ark for Mac

Now he's a therapy friend to the whole MK team! (Against his will) They cuddle, pet, and vent to him with their problems. He's like one of Sandy's therapy cats, just bigger and grumpier.😾💕✨ he just has this way with people I guess

Okay, this is how it starts: Macaque and Wukong's first encounter was in a dream.

Wukong would not shut up about the pretty demon in his crazy dreams, often to his sworn brothers; he talked about all the fun and crazy adventures he'd have, the long meaningful conversations and jokes, and the occasionally moving pictures of otherworldly strong magical humans with sparkly eyes and spiky hair who wield giant weapons that shoots Fire called anime, and that this had been going on for a few months now.

This annoyed and concerned them; they think it's a demon trying to take over the Monkey King's mind or trying to brainwash him somehow, so Azure Lion and the Sworn Brothers all brainstormed together to devise a plan to somehow confront this tricky dream demon. Wukong doesn't want the fun dreams to end or scare off this other celestial monkey, so he decides to talk to his friend in his dreams. Wukong casually brings up the idea that the macaque should visit Flower Fruit and meet his sworn brothers! Macaque of course hesitates, not sure of the idea of traveling to an unknown island and meeting The Monkey King's questionable choice of sworn brothers, but of course, Wukong, sad and a bit offended, but he doesn't give up.

He decides to bring upon the Ultimate Weapon, begging and whining until Macaque crumbles and gives in, which eventually does. Mac reluctantly agrees to travel over to FFM in disguise, just to be safe he tells Wukong he'll be there. Within a month, Wukong couldn't be more excited; he was like a little kid waiting for Christmas day!

So this is what kinds of powers I think he should have.

😴 the first pic is crossing over to other people's dreams and making their experience life-like he has illusion magic so this makes sense to me. Wukong and macaque would prank the Brotherhood or play tags and hide and seek in their brother's dreams. 🌸The second pic is the soothing ability to calm one's nerves if they pet or cuddle him like a therapy cat,🐈 Wukong would groom him for hours to calm his nerves. now come copes with food🍑🍔🍭

🌸🎶I saved the best one for last the cute/sad little head Cannon I have

At the end of every dream Mac visits they would end it by dancing to music Mac would bring from the future laughing and stumbling while wukong slowly wakes up, wukong has always gone to bed early But now he goes even earlier to bed. Wukong always thought he was the luckiest monkey in the world he gets to have two Adventure and one of them is with his prettiest best friend Macaque 😚✨the monkey of his dreams.

🌸 Wukong couldn't truly dream of a world without his bestest friend🥰✨

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #lmk #sun wukong #six eared macaque #doodle #monkey king #macaque #shadowpeach #third idea of power: creating little stars out of his hands that float around like for his shadow play or a night light for the baby monkey #cute right!?#originally I was going to write a short fanfic about Wukong having nightmares and not being able to sleep because of that Mac notices #and decides to visit Wukong in his dreams #Hong Kong wakes up in his dream within a dream to a beautiful breathtaking flower field and seeing the beautiful sky it looks super Galaxy #and Mac just pops up out of nowhere and tries to start up a conversation #at first he's like cocky and stuff and then he gets little awkward #fumbling with his words and he gets a little bit more flustered wukong is like super confused and surprise to see him here #Mac gives up on trying to talk and just attacks wukong after a while we'll come figures out he's just play fighting they pretty much #just play tag and wukong slowly he gets into it but Mac starts cheating a little bit and this Riles up The Monkey King and they're just #having a blast now and at the end of it they start talking eating a few peaches just joking around it's awkward but it's nice wukongs #grooming him and he's just feeling a whole lot better Mac wants to know what's bothering him but he feels like can wait until Monkey King #Monkey King is ready for that macaque gets up extensive hand to Wukong they try to dance #and they're both terribly out of practice they keep going until they're tumbling and laughing and will come slowly gets up #with a smile on the face and super well-rested all thanks to macaque the monkey of his dreams #seriously if anybody wants to make a fanfic about this you have my full permission I don't know I think you guys can do way better than me😫

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canisalbus · 3 months

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If I remember correctly you created Machete around 2007-2008. But when did you create Vasco? (I'm sorry of this has been asked before, I couldn't find anything)

First finished pictures of Vasco are from 2018, but even before that I had been thinking it would be interesting if Machete had had one (1) romantic relationship in his youth before he was ordained. I just didn't have a name and design for him yet.

In the earliest sketches of Vasco, he first looked a little bit like a bordercollie, then like a spaniel or a setter. He had a darker color palette as well, sort of chestnut brown with white markings, but combined with the overpowering whiteness of Machete he looked kind of impassionate and drab, so I kept making him warmer and lighter until he became the golden boy he is today. The name came later, I just thought Vasco sounded friendly and charismatic. (Also the old finnish word 'vaski' means brass and bronze, and even if it's a tedious connection and doesn't factor into their canon at all, it felt too fitting to me personally and I had to go with it).

#answered #anonymous #he was meant to be an absent character #one who appeared only in a couple of flashbacks or dreams #but the fact he used to be there and then wasn't was something that still influenced Machete #how he viewed love and other people and himself #Vasco wasn't supposed to show up again but he sort of elbowed himself back into the story and into a central position just last summer #really switched up things you could say #I originally imagined him to be more cocky and entitled and thrill seeking #but he mellowed out pretty instantly #I like him a lot better as a genuinely good and sincere person #maybe partially because you wouldn't expect someone that coddled and spoiled to have a sense of empathy and a working moral compass?

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weirdmageddon · 8 months

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It's not totally clear here why Dave's dream self appears to be already awake while his real self is also awake. I think we must infer that his dream self is in some sort of "waking trance" where he's technically awake but too preoccupied by certain things to be considered fully awake.

thinking about jade being lonely as hell on her island and going to sleep waking up on prospit and seeing john (not knowing his name yet) asleep plagued with the creepy dersite doll dreams with the scary teeth and just aughhhh

and she’d like overhear the white queen talk about the dark kingdom derse and the prince(sse)s of the moon that are there and trying to attract as little attention as possible jade would fly out there through the medium because shes so lonely. and she’d go to the purple moons’ towers. she’d find a girl is sound asleep in her purple robes and bed. but the other kid on the moon she finds is awake! except… not really. more like in a trance state. awake but not conscious. but she likes to hear whatever garbled stuff this triangle-speced boy has to say

the trip is long but jade visits this boy a few times since he’s the only non-asleep person like her she can interact with face to face. he usually seems lost in his own world, usually listening to music or talking to himself about stuff that doesnt make much sense. when she’s deprived of sapient affection she’ll touch him in small gestures like holding his hand while he listens to his music and he’ll squeeze back instinctually, and it helps her experience a microdose of the human connection. maybe he doesnt get much in the way of sapient affection either. when she hears The Horrors of the furthest ring another dream headset pops into existence for her to listen along with him and they listen to whatever music hes making. who is he

#homestuck #hs #dave strider #jade harley #davejade #kinda #just for visibility #idk theyre probably like 9 here #havent met yet at that point probably #a year or so later john introduces her to an online friend named dave #she asks about his hobbies and he sends her stuff hes working on #the sorts of music he sends her feels familiar #she feels compelled to learn from him and collaborate #hmm. i wonder since this free association dream dave is more id-influenced #if he composed crystalanthemums from his dreams with jade. because it sounds sweet dreamy and wistful #because it originated from dave in freshjamz #like waking dave i mean. because hes awake but like. subconscious dream dave channeling stuff #and he’s like. huh. whyd i feel compelled to write that damn #and he found it and was like “oh hey i dont remember even making this one its from a couple years ago Crystalanthemums.mp3”#and jade is like “wow dave this is really pretty!!!! i …… dont know why….but i have this feeling that i should be remixing this!”

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metalhoops · 9 months

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Like a lesser hero in a fantasy tale, the night was cut clean in two by the dull glow of a flashlight beam, flanked by two boys. It was an odd pastime but a familiar one to them. They had grown at home in the strange dark places of the town, aware of what might be lurking in the shadows between the pines.

Eddie, the first boy, with his hair and clothes as black as the forest floor, shook the silent woods with the intermittent clatter of his stainless-steel rings on the metal shaft of the light, his makeshift weapon. Each ring was a treasured yet well-worn possession. The ear of the pig ring and the temple of the skull were permanently scratched from the repeated action.

Steve, the other boy, was more prepared. He came brandishing a baseball bat, its wooden body a sister to the surrounding trees with a halo of gnarled nails, hinting at the more sinister air of their surroundings.

Unlike Eddie’s fantasy games, the backstory didn’t matter. It was the reason the boys were there, of course, but it was also the imminent threat they didn’t wish to speak of. In their shared pasts, there had been portals to other worlds, monsters beyond human comprehension and near-death experiences that’d brought on the winter of Eddie’s life, and the spring of Steve’s.

Eddie had spent the past month jumping at shadows in the corner of his new bedroom or in the woods beyond the trailer park. Steve, on the other hand, had bloomed beautifully and brutally before Eddie’s eyes. Before the Upside Down, he would look at Steve and all he’d feel was ire, righteous indignation and a small yet frustrating, pang of lust.

When he looked at Steve in the yellow glow of the torchlight, he saw a man who’d come when Eddie called, in the middle of the night, with haste and a plan. He saw someone who believed in him or at least, cared enough about him to go willingly into the night when Eddie had reported seeing sinister shapes shift past his window.

It was enough to get Steve to leave the confines of his isolated mansion and slum it with the poor folk down in the proverbial trenches. Eddie now saw a man he very well might be in love with. Jagged shadows cast by stray branches sliced across his face, resembling the snaking vines of the Upside Down. The boys had barely escaped the place and every moment after felt as though they were living on borrowed time.

“What’d you say we do one more loop past the old train tracks and call it a night?” Steve asked, at last, his body sticking close to Eddie’s side. He felt a pang of guilt for dragging Steve out of bed, again, just to find nothing.

“We can head back now, I’m probably going crazy, man.”

“No, I wanna check. Otherwise, it’ll bug the hell outta me. We’ve all been a little crazy after everything we’ve been through. I mean, I’ve almost died like ten times. Think the eleventh time might be the one that sticks- you know?”

It reminded them of another night, in another world. It had been a quick yet intimate conversation with a stranger. If we get out of this, Eddie had thought at the time, I might actually want to get to know this guy. Months had passed. He still felt like he didn’t know Steve enough to say what he wanted to say, but Steve needed to hear it.

“That’d be a real bummer, you know? If you died. I wouldn’t have anyone to go on long walks in the moonlight with.”

The two boys had fallen out of step with one another. Steve had charged forward in the semi-darkness leaving Eddie a few paces behind.

“Nancy would come with you. After the first time, when Will and Nancy’s friend went missing, she’d swing by my house, and we’d sit on the deck chairs watching the pool. Honestly, you might be better off with her. She’d bring a gun,” Steve spoke, tossing the jagged bat from hand to hand, with the skill of an ex-high school sports star.

“Why is it you and I always end up in the woods trying to set each other up with Nancy goddamn Wheeler?” Eddie spoke disbelievingly as he jogged to catch up with Steve. He laughed, his hand bumping Eddie’s side as the two fell back into step.

“She’s not my type, Stevie. You can have her,” Eddie tacked on, trying to defuse some of the tension that had arisen between them, skimming his light amongst the trees.

“I don’t think she’s my type either. Well— not anymore. We tried it. It didn’t work out. We wanted different things,” Steve admitted.

Once they reached the train tracks, Steve surveyed the old wood and rusted metal. The place also had history. He could smell freezer burn and rotten meat on the breeze. When looking at Eddie’s profile he felt a sudden charge to the air like the calm before a thunderstorm.

He thought of a conversation he’d had years before with Dustin on those very tracks. He knew with sudden certainty why he’d hauled himself out of bed in the middle of the night, once again to chase Eddie’s hunches. He and Dustin had been talking about love. He gave himself the same advice he’d given the kid all those years before.

Don’t fall in love. It’ll only break your heart.

“Right, you wanted that whole hoard of kids and an R.V. vacation thing? Three girls, three boys. A whole brood of Harringtons,” Eddie breathed, kicking up dirt and leaves with his shoes. Steve shot Eddie a perplexed glance, surprised he’d been listening and shocked he’d remembered the statement word for word.

“Right, yeah. I know, make fun all you want, dude. It’s crazy I know.” Once more, they fell out of step.

Eddie stopped while Steve kept walking, playing the role of a funambulist, his hands outstretched as though standing at a great height as he walked foot over foot across the thin metal.

“This might surprise you Steve but for once I wasn’t going to give you shit,” Eddie replied, walking beside Steve, jumping from wooden beam to wooden beam.

The metal track gave Steve a good half inch of height, making it so that for once the two weren’t eye to eye. Eddie kept flicking the light between the vast track ahead of them and the empty woods behind. He still felt as though any moment something could burst through the cracks in the earth left in the wake of the quake and drag them back down into Eddie’s personal version of hell. He couldn’t help but think of Steve’s words. The eleventh time would stick. Eddie didn’t know what he’d do without him.

“So, what do you want?” Steve asked, shaking Eddie from his thoughts. When his answer didn’t immediately present itself, Steve continued.

“I mean, you know what I want. Six nuggets, touring the country. What do you want?”

The question startled a scoff out of Eddie. It wasn’t as though anyone had bothered to ask him that before. He didn’t know.

“I’ve got no clue. I’m not like you. I don’t sit around thinking about the future. I’m just trying to get through today,” Eddie confessed, speaking more candidly than he’d intended.

“Alright. You don’t know what you want to do with the rest of your life. That’s pretty normal, but having nothing? Dude. You’ve gotta have something. Let’s start small. What do you want to do tomorrow?”

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t mind having breakfast with my uncle and spending some time with the kids and the band. Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll get to see you, hopefully under some better circumstances,” Eddie explained as Steve misstepped, almost falling from his perch.

He corrected himself, placing an outstretched hand on Eddie’s shoulder for balance. Eddie tried not to preen beneath the other boy’s touch.

“I like the sound of that,” Steve confirmed, daring a glance at Eddie.

The storm within him continued to brew. Eddie’s plans for whatever small future stretched out before them involved Steve, which was more than he’d gotten from anyone else.

Nancy wanted a career in investigative journalism. She wanted to change the world for the better. It was a noble goal. One Steve had admired endlessly but he couldn’t help but feel like a small child asking for a seat at the grown-up table when trying to compete with the hopes and dreams of Nancy Wheeler. For her, he would’ve changed his dreams to play a small part in her life, but he’d come to realise that wasn’t a good way to love.

Every relationship Steve had went to hell eventually. He didn’t want the same fate with Eddie. He wanted to continue walking the fine line between friendship and whatever awaited them on the other side of the electric storm. Steve didn’t know if he was ready for all the complications being in love with Eddie would entail. It’d wreak havoc on his sense of self and take a hatchet to his dreams of white picket fences. That was on the slim chance Eddie felt the same way about him.

When Steve looked at Eddie he felt as though he were back at the bottom of Lovers Lake. To love Eddie was to drown beneath the crushing weight of possibilities.

“You okay?” Eddie asked, a hint of concern in his tone.

It was only then that Steve realised he’d stopped walking, his knuckles turning white as his fingers dug into the fabric of Eddie’s jacket.

No. Steve was far from okay, but he couldn’t voice it without ruining everything.

“I need a minute,” Steve muttered, stumbling back from Eddie, removing his hand as though he’d grabbed the wrong end of a hot poker.

He’d moved on instinct, forgetting where he stood on his precarious perch. He tumbled ass backwards off the train tracks, trying to save whatever sense of dignity he had left by scrambling to his feet quickly. He heard his bat clatter to the forest floor as he headed off into the woods, unsure of his direction. He needed space to sort his head out.

There were only two ways Steve knew how to face a crisis; two base and primal instincts, fight or run. Eddie wasn’t a wayward creature that devoured cats or a schoolyard bully. He couldn’t punch himself loveless and doing anything to hurt Eddie was worse than torture.

Steve wanted Eddie to hit him. It’d shake loose some of the tension in his chest at the sight of the boy’s brown eyes; the eyes that reminded Steve of the deep warm wood that was fashionable in homes during his childhood. The familiar floorboards of the entryway where he’d lay with Tommy after hours of swimming, drip-drying on the wood, warping it to the shape of their bodies.

Eddie’s eyes reminded him of home. Not the place he’d grown up in, but the sensation one felt when they recalled a fond memory, years removed from context and complications. Steve couldn’t imagine a future where Eddie would hurt him, even if that’s what he wanted.

He did what he did best. He ran away.

Without Eddie’s flashlight, the woods were a gaping maw of some unseen creature. Even the breeze on the back of his neck felt warm. Steve collapsed at the base of a tree and searched his pockets for a lighter. He didn’t bring his cigarettes but there was something soothing about the weight of the object in his hand and the repeated action of sparking the flint and extinguishing the fire with a twist of his wrist.

Steve heard approaching footsteps signalled by the crunch of leaves underfoot. He prayed Eddie wouldn’t ask why he’d run. If he asked, Steve knew he’d tell him. Then they’d both be screwed.

Steve tried to spark the lighter again, but no flame would ignite. It was out of lighter fluid. Just his goddamn luck.

“Steve?” Eddie’s voice echoed through the trees.

The direction was all wrong. Eddie’s call came from a distance. The footsteps were close. Right goddamn on top of him. Fuck.

Steve acted fast, fumbling in the underbrush, trying to find a weapon. He grabbed a stray branch with enough heft to wield. He was good at making use of what he had. He held the wood aloft, scrambled to his feet and fumbled with the lighter, desperate to get one last spark out of it. He knew how much the creatures hated fire. In a way, he was thankful that he knew what he was dealing with for once.

The swiftness of the footfalls and the length of the shadows cutting through the blackness let him know within seconds he would be face to face with a full-sized Demogorgon.

Steve felt the creature before he saw it. A sudden force collided into his body knocking him from his feet. He had just enough time to get the jagged end of the stick between himself and the creature. He felt the branch wade into the creature’s soft flesh.

Eddie called his name once more, drawing the creature's attention away from him. Steve had an opening.

His trembling hands flicked the lighter again. This time, for a brief and brilliant moment, it sparked. He shoved the naked flame against the creature's wound. He wasn’t sure if he’d hurt it or just made it mad. It thrashed and writhed, grabbing at Steve’s body, and pounding him into the damp earth. Now Steve had its attention.

He tried to strike out but this time the monster was too quick, its body bared down on Steve and before he knew it, he was face to face with the monster's strange unfurling flesh mouth and razor-sharp teeth. So, this was how he’d die.

“Mother fucker,” Eddie muttered as two shifting figures caught his attention.

Steve was pinned to the ground by something that looked fresh out of his nightmares. The others had told him there were more things out there than the bats and demonic, skinless hell-wizard they’d faced but Eddie’s mind had never been able to conjure a creature that would match the true beast before him.

Steve was doing his best to keep the creature at arms-length. A rotted wooden branch cut at the palm of Steve’s hands and had gone straight through the thing’s body. Eddie scoured his brain, trying to remember everything he’d been told about the creature. Heat. They hated heat.

Eddie had grabbed Steve’s bat as he followed him. He’d wanted to be the kind of person who could give Steve space but every fibre of his being had told him to chase after the boy so he had.

He dropped the flashlight to free up a hand and searched the pockets of his jacket, thankful he always had his lighter handy. He knew Steve would be pissed if Eddie torched his favourite weapon, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He’d rather have Steve pissed than not have him at all.

He set fire to the bat, throwing more hellish shadows over the wicked tableau of the snarling beast and the desperate boy pinned beneath its grasp. The smell of burning wood and flesh hung heavy in the air. He had the element of surprise on his side.

The flaming bat collided with the creature’s skull sending it reeling. It let out an inhuman whaling that scattered the nightbirds. Eddie readied the bat to swing again, expecting the beast to charge. Instead, it ran off into the blackness of the night. It’d finally happened. What they all knew had been inevitable. The Upside Down, and in turn Vecna was back. Though for now, he and Steve had brought themselves time.

Eddie watched as Steve sat wide-eyed but seemingly unharmed. He guessed Steve Harrington had more lives left in him yet. Thank Christ.

“Please tell me that looked as badass as it felt,” Eddie breathed trying to alleviate some of the tension between them.

He dropped the bat, snuffing out what was left of the flame and moved unthinkingly to pat down Steve’s body, checking for wounds. He had a gash on his forehead and a split lip, but he’d live.

“It looked pretty badass,” Steve confirmed and froze as Eddie’s hands raked through his hair.

“You’ve got something in your...” Eddie’s voice trailed off as he pulled a leaf out of Steve’s hair, holding it aloft in front of his face.

Steve’s eyes glanced from the leaf to Eddie before tentatively reaching out, his hands searching the planes of his body, dancing cautiously over the barely healed wounds that’d once littered his side. Steve was checking him over.

“I’m okay. You okay?” Eddie assured holding up a hand before reaching into the back pocket of his jeans.

He pulled out his bandana and inched forward to wrap it around the gash on Steve’s head. The boy cringed beneath his touch. Eddie muttered an apology.

“I’ll live,” Steve confirmed leaning back, trying to get some space between them.

Eddie hadn’t realised how close they were. He shifted back, remembering with sudden clarity that Steve had practically begged Eddie to give him a second alone. He wasn’t willing to do that, given they’d already run into one hell beast that night. There could be others. He did something uncharacteristic. Eddie Munson sat with Steve in silence.

They sat in stillness for so long that the birds and insects returned to the woods around them.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie spoke when the silence was too loud. He didn’t know what he was apologising for, but he couldn’t think of anything better to say.

Steve looked up at the boy with alarm.

“What’re you sorry for?” He asked, feeling as though he was caught in another echo of the past.

He remembered a seemingly endless car ride to Nancy’s house, trying to find ways to apologise for some transgression he wasn’t sure he’d committed. He’d wanted to apologise because he’d loved Nancy and he’d been scared of losing her.

He wondered what motivations were behind Eddie’s apology. He worried that The Upside Down’s strange relationship with time had leaked into Hawkins, that some pasts were destined to repeat.

“I don’t know,” Eddie admitted after a breath, letting out a nervous laugh.

“I’m sorry for doing whatever I did to make you go all space cadet on me. Tell me what I did, and I can tell you I’m sorry,” he continued.

Steve was certain at that moment, Eddie loved him too. It was already too late to change things. They were trains on a track, their futures seemingly already locked in place.

“You know if you want someone to talk to about whatever’s going on in that head of yours, I’m here Steve,” Eddie kept pushing, unable to take Steve’s silence as an answer.

His tone was so soft, sincere and unlike anything that Steve expected from the boy that he couldn’t help but speak the words out loud, despite his better judgment.

“I love you.”

Eddie had thought he’d been prepared for anything, but he hadn’t been prepared for that. It was then that Steve let out a strangled sound between a scoff and a groan.

“And it's screwed now. I always mess it up.”

Eddie could hardly hear the boy’s voice over the rush of blood in his ears. His heart was a high-strung choir, singing the same repeated tune, ‘Steve loves me’. When his common sense kicked into gear, he noted the panic in Steve’s eyes and knew he needed to say something.

“I love you too,” Eddie managed, feeling both heavier and lighter.

He’d never said it before. He sure as hell hadn’t pictured a world where he’d admit he loved a boy before they’d started dating. Steve was moving at a breakneck speed and Eddie was desperately trying to catch up. To his surprise, Steve hardly stirred at the confession.

“I know,” Steve admitted sounding broken as his eyes met Eddie’s. He gave the boy a tight-lipped grimace. All of Eddie’s momentary joy fell just as it’d begun to soar.

“Please tell me that was a Star Wars reference,” Eddie whispered, earning a real smile from Steve. It was soft and fleeting as freshly felled snow on a warm palm. He knew despite all of Steve’s posturing, he was a huge nerd when it came to science fiction.

“Eds, my track record...” Steve’s voice trailed off.

Eddie realised the thing Steve had been dancing around. They were still talking about Nancy goddamn Wheeler in the woods.

“Stevie,” he breathed, for once at a loss for words.

He was a storyteller, but he didn’t want to give Steve a story. He couldn’t promise him a world where everything was perfect. They lived in a land of blight and monsters, a time of trouble. The town was still after Eddie’s head on a pike and Steve was running out of goodwill with those that’d once called him king. He wanted to show Steve what they were.

Damn the past. Kill all possible futures. All they had was the brief and infinite present.

Eddie wanted to show Steve what they could be at that moment.

He crossed the space between them, pausing for a breath, leaving room for Steve to push him away. When no such protest arose, he placed one hand on Steve’s cheek, the other cupping the nape of his neck.

“I’m not good at this either,” Eddie admitted tentatively.

He’d kissed guys before. It’d always been desperate and sloppy. He didn’t want loving Steve to feel like an afterthought as it had with the other men.

“But I think it’s worth a shot,” Eddie concluded.

He’d laid everything out on the table, all that was left was for Steve to pick it up or turn it down.

Steve didn’t surge forward. Instead, he moved achingly slow. One hand landed on Eddie’s thigh, the other tangled in his hair. He gave a gentle tug to pull him that last inch closer.

Eddie’s lips were wind-chaffed and cool, melting ice on bare skin, shocking and a good kind of painful. Steve’s face had the faintest hint of stubble, it was rough as the rocks, and forest foliage beneath their bodies. He smelled of wet earth, blood, and faded cologne. Their hands traced each other’s topography with fingers, lips and tongues, toppling over in the process.

When they pulled apart the whole world seemed to hold its breath. The wind was still. The night was silent. An invisible audience waited with bated breath for a conclusion.

“Christ,” Eddie choked, hand fluttering dramatically to his heart. It was a kick drum in his chest.

Steve’s hand followed, sliding beneath Eddie’s shirt.

“Christ,” Steve echoed with a goofy grin. Eddie loved him. The thought came easily. It was the only thought populating his mind.

“We should probably, you know, shelve this and try to stop the world ending... again,” Eddie proposed, trying to think straight.

“Only if you promise to take me on a date after,” Steve countered. He pulled himself to his feet and extended a hand to Eddie.

“Me take you? You’re meant to be the ladies' man with the killer dates,” Eddie argued, falling into step with Steve easily.

“Exactly. It’d be nice to be the one getting the flowers for a change. Technically you’re the one who wanted to give this a shot. I’ll get the second date.”

Eddie scoffed disbelievingly. The cocky bastard. He’d never picked Steve as someone who liked flowers. He’d give Steve a garden, a forest, a kingdom.

“Alright, save the world. Buy you flowers. Go on a first date. Go on a second date. Seems like I might actually have a plan for the next few days down pact.”

“And after that?” Steve prompted.

“If you want me to say six nuggets and a Winnebago you’ve gotta buy me dinner first.”

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ficlet #metalhoops writes #this was originally #meant to be for the poetry poll #but the story went in another direction #as always my stories run away with themselves #I feel pretty proud of some of the lines in here #also I just want to state #when Steve's worrying about not getting #his white picket fence if he's in a queer relationship #that doesn't mean it's not possible #I just imagine the guy would have a clear idea #of a nuclear family in his head #so he might have to tweak his dreams #it's still the 80s #But I do think Steve would be scared shitless #when he realises he's in love #because of all the stuff with Nancy #and his conversations with Robin #about striking out with girls and #not wanting to get into another relationship just for sex #and he's just as much of a 'runner' as Eddie canonically #also I wanted to have a life in strange style #interaction on the train tracks #also complete with all the metalhoops bingo card tropes

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coffeebrownn · 1 year

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WAIT! - you mentioned that you have a csm Au? I would love to know more about it. Their design differs a lot from their original version ? Your ocs have suits so I think you can easily put them into the csm world without worry about their clothes / j

I WILL SAY THIS this is very embarrassing but i FORGOT most of the csm au (I didn't archive it, kill me) and it's very underdeveloped in some aspect o(< but it was fun to think their roles and the designs!

sadly, the only weapon hybrid design that i drew (and green check it) is Jeremiah's (it was 2 years ago,,,), he's a Rapier weapon hybrid!

There's also Noah's hybrid design, i never got the chance to draw it until now! It might be outside the weapon hybrid design, but it was really fun! He's a Sniper rifle hybrid btw!

AND YES! it was pretty easy to integrate them stylistically!! AND HAHDAGHSHDG Chainsaw man pretty much kick-start my love and interest of PEOPLE WEARING SUITS and then there's the Godfather 😐

#csm #oc #original #anon #ask #CSM GO BRRRR #pretty much lancelot is heavily inspired by makima when i start writing him as an original character #but now he got mellowed out #like makima with nayuta HAHAHA #basically this au is a copy paste form from the canon timeline #but set in year 1950s and in this era they're starting the gun devil race #and noah is if not one of the first gun devil hyrbid but he was considered as a sub category #since he embodies the sniper rifle instead a general gun #but the thing is sol (fiend) is one of the last follower of a dead religion and dreamed of reincarnating his lord #and that lord's vessel is Lancelot #OHH YEA I REMEMBER we kinda play around how lancelot IS the lucifer #and the previous vessel named Chauncey #so Jeremiah backstabbed the devil hunter corp and took away noah's heart because it's like a key to bond the vessel #practically like makima and denji but now it's Jeremiah Sol and Noah #kinda sad because Noah wanted approval and human connection and got dunked by Jeremiah #ramble #long post #THAN YOU ANON FOR ASKING AHAHHAAH #i like suit because of csm :)#noah #jeremiah #lancelot #preston #nathan #sol

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forthenewunicorn · 28 days

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WAAAH OKAY SO I HAD A THOUGHT IM !!! TRANSFERRING SOME OF THE LORE I HAVE FOR AN OC TO SLEEP TOKEN LORE AND UHH YEAH...he's still gonna exist in his own universe BUT !!! his lore lines up pretty well w/popular understandings/takes on ST lore that it WORKS okay !!!

so this is my guy the dream wanderer !!

a lot of his lore remains essentially the same except the god is different cuz in this universe its sleep so here is a link to a run-down of his lore pretty much

to get a bit more personal, he had been someone who frequently struggled with controlling intrusive thoughts as well as depression and anxiety, known for severe breakdowns that would nearly cost him his life. the coma he was put into follows one such break down, which is the first time that sleep speaks to him. and then the rest follows pretty much the same.

he doesn't believe that he is a ghost; though many people would describe him as such. he believes that the distinction is purpose: ghosts wander, looking for that lost spark, that missing piece. but in "death", he finds this "spark." through sleep, he now has a purpose. a meaning.

unlike the other vessels, the dream walker was robbed of his mortal shell. he's sure it's for the better, though, because as he, and sleep, predicted: he would've just tried to destroy himself again. this way, he can serve the god without his own flesh getting in the way.

since in his original lore,, his appearance was explained by the type of being he served, in this universe, it'll be because of his lifelong connection to nature, it and music being the only real things that could ground him. this is also why many people, in their dreams, discover the dream walker because they can hear his humming, and trace it to the source.

he's jealous of sleep's vessels that are musically inclined because he can no longer play any instruments, given that he only exists in dreams or possessions of dying bodies.

his connection to sleep is also special: he is tightly leashed, as it's more likely for him to fade away to nothing in the state he is in. if he loses faith, he ceases to have a purpose, and will no longer exist in any sense. as much as he mourns the life he had, and wishes he hadn't spent so much time taking it for granted, he vastly prefers this to the terrifying idea of not existing to any degree.

he wishes that he hadn't spend life wanting to die, because, now that he essentially has, he realizes how much he wants to live.

due to the nature of his job, it's not uncommon to see him with sleep. he's responsible for the initial pulls into sleep's faith, and then sleep essentially takes the reins from there. sleep is a god, after all; half of god's work is delegation. but in the case of some of the more distinguished "faces" of the religion, they appear together. in such cases, the dream walker is known to stay mostly silent, his god taking control of the situations. it's this way that he met vessel, ii, iii, and iv, silently observing their separate conversations with the god. he's also responsible for occasionally relaying news to the harder-to-reach followers.

ANYWAYS that's about all,, feel free to ask any questions about him!!! i could rant about this silly guy for DAYS

#sleep token #sleep token oc #sleepsona #sorta #he's not really me #but he IS the silly #the dream wanderer #sleep token band #ocs #oc #original characters #oc au #pretty much

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michaeljoncarter · 1 year

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also while i'm being a dick about it, it is genuinely so tragic that cw supergirl decided to make mon-el Like That because him & kara really are an all but completely untouched goldmine of potential

with the post-infinite crisis versions of mon-el & daxam especially, there could be SUCH an interesting dynamic there with mon being the only one other than kara to actually have grown up on another planet & come to earth later in life

so they should hypothetically be able to relate to each other over everyone else, but also they would be coming at it from the completely opposite perspectives of kara being forced to leave krypton (which she loved) and mon willingly fleeing daxam (which he kinda hated)

(and ALSO the fact that both of them originally meant to be sort of a mentor figure to clark, with mon starting out as a "big brother" & kara being his older cousin, just for things to go wrong & them end up frozen in time for long enough that the ages and roles flipped in a really confusing way)

like they're exactly the same & perfectly understand each other... but they're also complete opposites & really could not understand each other less. i don't really think it should be romantic, but imo they should definitely have some sort of relationship. it could be SO GOOD

#mon el #kara zor el #ill be finished reading him soon and will stop plaguing you all with constant mon posts i promise lol #ignoring jon's existence & the whole bendisboot Mess as per usual but #my dream arc is a mon origin reboot thats pretty much exactly the same as robinson's run #except kara is there for whatever reason & they're just like. roommates from hell #he's just constantly like 'we are LITERALLY on an alien planet omfg. can you believe this. it's everything i ever dreamed and more.'#'today i learned what a meatball is. have you heard about this. this place is incredible'#and kara's like weren't you supposed to be dying. i liked it better when you were dying can we get back to that

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foxish-draws · 1 year

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Was Feeling Ways™ tonight, so I attacked the sad feeling w/ doodles. Just makin marks until shapes started to happen. Meditative, I guess, helped me feel better anyway.

#original #mostly #dream of the endless #morpheus #sandman #the sandman #he snuck in there #feeling sad plus just letting my subconscious run free #enter man who is prepared to pretty cry any second #and been in my brain lately anyway #bird monster #monster

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