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I feel like the tumblerinas may enjoy this one
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#steddie fanart#steve harrington fanart#stranger things fanart#so uh#im actually swinging between loving it and hating it so!#hope you all like it
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The spider-gang hshah✨
#spiderman#spider man: across the spider verse#across the spiderverse#miles molares#gwen stacy#pavitr prabhakar#hobbie brown#lyla#she was OFFENDED when he said that shjss#also the scooby doo meme dhksjs#hobbie letting his inner demons out#hope you all like it#thanks and bye#<3
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Part 1
Part 2
I think A LOT about Soap trying to give back the childhood Ghost lost. (Part 3)
When a perfect opportunity to bring some of his childhood to Ghost accured he decided to act.
They were on mission the day before, Soap was cleaning out an area while Ghost was keeping an eye on him with a sniper. They didn't get injured or anything like that, but Soap took his sweet time to finish the mission and Ghost had to sit in one position for a couple of hours looking at every move the sergeant made. He didn't mind then.
But men did Ghost's back hurt after. He was always kind of tense, Soap knew that. But today Ghost was huffing and puffing everytime he as much got up from a chair. Even Price told him to "Lie the fuck down". Ghost of course said that he was fine, but when they all went on their evening training Ghost excused himself quite quickly. This was very out of characters because usually he was the last one to leave and the one who made Soap push his limits.
Soap decided to follow after Ghost not too long after, going straight to lieutenant's room. He just walked in, eyes on the floor like always. Just in case Ghost doesn't have his mask on. Soap knows he is unbearable, but he would never let himself break the trust Ghost gave him with being disrespectful. It's not like Soap was clueless, he was aware that if it was anybody else just barging in Simon's room, that person would be greeted with a knife to their skull. Soap was greeted with an exasperated groan. Soap lifted his gaze when met with no protests.
Ghost was lying in bed on his stomach, face burried in pillows- maskless. Soap quickly looked down.
"Ghost! Yer mask!"
"You are the one who walked in here, like it's your room." Ghost said, voice muffled by the fabric.
"Well yeah! But you always tell me BEFORE I actually look at ye."
"You saw nothing, you won't get a lot of my face from looking at the back of my head. I am not moving, you can look"
Soap hesitantly looked up. "So... Everything is fine huh?"
"Fine and dandy" He muttered.
Soap refused to accept those words as the truth. He rolled his eyes seizing the opportunity that Ghost weren't looking. He walked up to him and carefully put his hand at the base of Ghost's nape. He gave him time to move away and when he didn't, Soap put all his body weight on his arm.
Ghost groaned and grabbed Soap's arm tightly.
"I can feel how you are perfectly fine."
"You are certainly not helping, Soap."
"But ah could be! You just have to let me." The Scott pulled out his hand from Ghost's grasp.
"I am not rubbing my back with this stinking magic alcohol you try to force on everyone."
Soap made an exaggerated shocked expression, even if Ghost couldn't see it. "It's from my grandma! And it's good for literally everything! Sore throat? Drink it. Stuffed nose? Rub a little on your neck. Something hurts? Rub it in! It's magic and you all don't believe me!"
"I will reek like a fucking distillery."
"How do you know?" Soap crossed his arms.
"Because you use it almost everyday and I can smell it. I am surprised that Price didn't think you were drunk after you used it the first time."
"Well- ok, maybe. It isn't even what I wanted to do. I will give you a massage."
Ghost shifted on his bed. "No."
"But why! Ye want to suffer for the rest of the week? We have a mission soon." Johnny whined.
"You won't do it properly and it will fuck me up even more, besides you know how-" Ghost seemed to be considering his wording. "How I deal with-" Ghost couldn't finish the sentence. So Soap finished it for him in his mind- 'touch'.
Ghost wasn't a fan of touch. When they have met, Soap was unaware of that fact, but now he could tell when Ghost will be tolerating his touchiness and when it was better to keep his distance. What was important is that sometimes Soap seemed to be the only one falling under 'somehow comforting' instead of just 'tolerated'.
"I can massage you through you clothes if it would make you feel better, Simon. And ah didn't mean a normal massage. I want to try something my ma used to do when I was small. Will you let me?"
"......Get on with it then."
If Soap could scream he would, of course he mostly did it for Ghost, but he would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy it. Bringing comfort to people he lov- cared about felt especially rewarding to him.
Soap hopped onto the bed, swung one of his legs over Ghost and sat on his things. "Alright?"
Ghost's ears were burning red, but he nodded. Soap took a deep breath.
"Close yer eyes and at least try to relax. You are a pile of stiff muscles... And do not laugh at what I am about to do or I will break your spine lad."
Soap laid his palms flat on Ghost. "It was a stormy day..." He tapped his fingers all over the Brit's back and shoulders. "The rain got stronger that ever." He put a little bit more strength into taping his fingers, pressing longer when he felt tension under the fabric. "Suddenly a lady in heels appeared, running through the storm." Soap mimicked a walking pattern with his hands. "After her there was a man in heavy boots." He pushed his clenched fists into Ghost's shirt, kneading the tension away. And Soap could feel it, the tension leaving Ghost's shoulders, the muscles relaxing under him. Soap continued with his little story, trying to represent it with his hands on Ghost. Ghost was shuddering every now and then, holding his sheets for dear life.
Suddenly Soap blew cold air on his neck. "Did the goose bumps go away?"
Ghost took a sharp inhale.
"Usually I would be already asleep when my mom did that or tell her 'no' so she would do it one more time." Soap was mindlessly caressing Ghost's shoulders now and noticed that Ghost is still shuddering. "Hey, you alright, Si?"
"Close your eyes." Ghost whispered, voice strangled.
Soap did as requested, he felt some movement under him.
"You can look." Ghost was resting just as before, face pressed into the pillows. The only difference was that, now he was shirtless. "Go again."
Soap felt butterflies exploding in his stomach. He was never met with so much trust from Ghost, he not only let him see him but also let him touch his beautiful skin. Soap felt special.
And if Ghost still had his face burried into pillows, only because his cheeks were wet with tears- no one had to know. Soap not only made Ghost enjoy touch again, he made him crave it.
My mom used to do that when I was stressed or couldn't sleep so I really wanted to include it. The story Soap is telling is what I remember to be told, but it all sadly starts to get blurry.
#hope you all like it#soapghost#ghostsoap#ghost x soap#john soap mactavish#cod#cod mw2#soap cod#cod modern warfare#soap mctavish#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#autistic simon ghost riley#soft simon riley#simon riley#touch starved simon ghost riley#soapghost fic#soapghost headcanons#cod soap#soap x ghost#soap mw2#bltn soapghost fic
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hi! 😃 it's been a while haha
anyways, I've been trying something and i felt like posting it, so here you go, a little attempt at animation ft. dressed up elriel
hope you like it and i can't promise I'll ever finish it 😙
#elain archeron#azriel#elriel#the transitions are crap but eh#this is the first time i try animation so there's that#idk what else to say?#hope you all like it
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“Well, now we know why it was so cheap, don't we? Five Star motel... Huh!” (Esme)
“I told you we should have checked reviews online, but did you listen? No, because you never listen to -“ (Magrat)
“Oh, a couple of mice won’t hurt us - and it will keep Greebo happy, to have something to play with” (Gytha)
Inktober - Prompt 2: Scurry
#a bit late#hope you all like it#modern disc au#discworld#gnu terry pratchett#granny weatherwax#nanny ogg#magrat garlick#wyrd sisters#witches#fanart#inktober#inktober 2022
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so I did a little thing...
#i watched the show in 1 day#and i became obsessed with this silly little fuck obsessed guy#so yk#i had to draw him :)#i relied on references WAYY to much#but yk its fineeeee#hope you all like it#lucifer morningstar#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin hotel#hazbin art#hazbin lucifer#my art <3#:D
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oh no! somebody save him!
#sam and max#max sam and max#sam and max fanart#sam and max freelance police#this is just a little doodle#but i thought it was funny enough to post#hope you all like it
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I kept thinking about how the rampart scene will happen with mochi bagginshield and-
Yeah mochi thorin felt guilty.
They made up after though :)
#the hobbit#thorin oakenshield#bilbo baggins#bagginshield#thilbo#my art#i know i said i would be busy during the weekdays but i cant get them off of my brain#so this is my second valentine’s gift to everyone ig#bilbo probably ate the arkenstone as a mochi instead of giving it to thranduil amd bard idk#my favourite is them sleeping#hope you all like it#yes mochi beeboo now has a cravat and collars now#au mochi
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“If that isn’t a Merlin’s beard, I don’t know what is.”
“Shhh!”
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I’ve just recently finish HL and I thought it would be fun to draw my MC depicted in a late 1800’s painting! Or at least I tried to make it look like a painting, it’s more neoclassical than romantic era but I think it still suits that time period.
I am definitely not the best at backgrounds, so I thought I’d have a zoomed up image of my MC to show the hard work I did on her. 🫣
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Welp! Here is my first official post on tumblr! Honestly I have no idea what on earth I am doing, but here I am! Nice to meet you all, I am happy to officially join in on this growing community!
❤️🍪
#maeartworks#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts aesthetic#hphl mc#hogwarts legacy mc#hemera fotia#hphl#hogwarts oc#hphl oc#hogwarts legacy fanart#dark acadamia aesthetic#first post#Hello! I am new here on tumblr#nice to be here!#hope you all like it#have a lovely day/night!#😘#here#have a cookie as thanks 🍪
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Hali Aloke ~ Dominant of Nymeia, Eikon of Fate ✨
Glamour from Eorzea Collection
#ffxiv glamour#eorzea collection#ffxvi inspiration#nymeia#female lalafell#dunesfolk lalafell#hali aloke#oc: drops of jupiter#I finally figured out what Eikon would be best for Hali#it’s kinda obvious to me now lol#hope you all like it
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moodboard: scott x lydia
Scott goes missing. Lydia looks for him.
#twrarepair#twedit#scydia#this is vaguely inspired by ray - thanks ray#I was trying to think of role reversals for rarepair week#not specifically pre canon but just in general#and i thought about scott being taken by the ghost riders instead of stiles#which would let me do scydia and stalia#and then i made this moodboard#it doesnt really evoke 6a imagery though so i didnt mention 6a in the description and just kept it vague#but yeah here we go :)#hope you all like it#teen wolf rarepair#scott mccall#lydia martin#teen wolf#sam edits#mine
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Love is not our enemy by skylessnights
“Happy birthday,” he whispered as he leaned into her, his hand pushing her closer towards him.
Sydney gulped as she felt the warmth of his breath against her ear, his voice low and unreasonably soft. “I think you, uh…I think you said that already.”
“I did?”
“Uh-huh.” It was all she could say for now, her heart beating at a million beats per miniute.
Carmy took a moment to ponder before speaking again. “I guess I did then, huh?”
OR: Carmy surprises Sydney with a small party at his apartment to celebrate her birthday. But when friends and family begin to leave, he gives her a special gift.
➸ READ ON AO3
#i finally wrote something for these two!! T-T#they deserve to be soft and happy so I did something about it ;)#hope you all like it#let me know what you think :))#carmen x sydney#sydney x carmy#sydney adamu#carmen berzatto#the bear fx#the bear fic#ao3
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More Lyla sketches wooooo!!!!
#spiderman#spider man: across the spider verse#across the spiderverse#lyla#miguel o'hara#spiderman 2099#art#digital sketch#doodles#lego spiderman#she is stunning#i love her fashion sense and sassy-ness shjahs#hope you all like it#thanks and bye#<3#F for Miguel's wife aaa
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Prompt: “Look, I’m just trying to get through my rounds, so can you please stop flirting with me” AU
Characters: Eddie Munson x Reader
Word Count: 1,248
Trigger Warning: mentions of blood, mentions of fighting, mentions of bodily fluids, and other jargon you may hear at a hospital.
Author’s Note: I don’t really know where this came from, but here it is.
Eddie groaned as he took a seat on the metal cot.
His head felt like it was splitting open and it didn’t help that he was in the bustling emergency room of Hawkins General Hospital, where, just on the other side of the dull, blue curtain, was a disgruntled man yelling about getting another shot of morphine. He balled his fist, wincing at his sore, bruised knuckles. If he had any more fight left in him, he’d really give that man something to shout about.
He had already gotten into one fight tonight, what was one more?
She was almost at the end of a very long volunteer shift at the hospital.
Her feet ached with every step, and all she wanted to was to crash on her couch and sleep for about three days straight. She had about enough of the screaming patients, the bodily fluids winding up who knows where on who knows what, and if she had to hear one more person ask for an extra pillow, she was going to lose it.
“There’s a bleeder in curtain 4,” the shift nurse mentioned to her.
Why? She didn’t know. She wasn’t a nurse. She was just a volunteer. Her job was to make sure the patients were comfortable, changed into their little paper dresses, and directed them to the bathroom when a urine sample was needed. But, apparently, volunteering at Hawkins General, despite not having any medical experience whatsoever, meant you were basically an RN, janitor, and always to blame when something went wrong.
So she tucked an extra pillow under her arm, grabbed a warm blanket, and made her way to curtain 4. “Knock, knock,” she said loudly to announce herself.
There, sitting on the cot in front of her, was a mess of brown hair and what looked like a broken nose. His bare feet dangled off the edge of the bed and his hospital gown barely touched his mid-thigh. His head was held back, holding a paper towel to his nose, trying to stop the bleeding.
“So, who won?” She asked him as she sat the blanket and extra pillow on the edge of the cot.
“I’ll admit,” he said, his voice stuffy. “It wasn’t me.”
She gave him a lopsided smile and stood in front of him. “Let me take a look,” she held her hands up to take his face in her hands.
He was definitely cute. His brown eyes were about as deep as Lover’s Lake. He was covered in tattoos and the remnants of chipped, black fingernail polish on his fingernails which were shadowed by the clunky, silver rings on his knuckles. His perfectly pink lips were puckered in a pout- the bottom lip was busted. The cut on his forehead was matted with hair and blood, and he winced when she brushed the hair away.
“Sorry,” she muttered.
“What’s the diagnosis, Doc?” He asked. “Am I going to live to see another day?” His toothy grin was all blood and grit.
“I’m not a doctor,” she replied and he looked puzzled. “I’m a student-aide volunteer, and I’m doing this for extra credit. But, if you’d like my professional opinion, your nose isn’t broken and you don’t need stitches. I’ll get someone in here to clean you up so that you will be free to go. Do you need anything in the meantime? A juice box, magazine?”
“How about your number?” He asked shamelessly.
“D’you really think that was going to work?” She asked.
He shrugged, an ever-present smile plastered on his face. “It was worth a shot.”
Before he could say anything else, she disappeared behind the curtain.
She made her way over to the nurse’s station and checked the clock. Less than an hour to go. The hospital had been short-staffed for a while, part of the reason for the volunteer program. There weren’t any nurses around to report back to about the guy in curtain 4, so she returned to trying to finish her nightly tasks of restocking the supply carts, blankets, and pillows, making sure all of the dirty laundries were ready to go out with the linen company in the morning, and cleaning the bathrooms of the E.R.
“Hey,” the shift nurse finally found her about twenty minutes later. “What’s the deal with curtain 4?”
“Looks like he was in a pretty bad fight, got punched a couple of times.” She replied. “No broken bones, nothing a butterfly stitch can’t fix.”
“Great, you mind getting him cleaned up and out of here? You’re free to go after that.” And without even waiting for an answer, the actual nurse turned on her heel and walked off, disappearing around a corner.
“Sure thing,” she replied to no one in particular unenthusiastically and began making her way back towards curtain 4.
“Just couldn’t stay away, huh?” He asked her when she pulled back the curtain and stepped inside of his makeshift room.
“I promise it’s not for lack of trying.” She deadpanned.
“So you’re a student-aide?” He asked trying to make conversation. She turned to the cabinet to grab some gauze and a butterfly stitch for his forehead. “I’ve never seen you at Hawkins High. And believe me, I would remember if I had.” She could practically feel his dark eyes undressing her where she stood.
“I don’t go to Hawkins High,” she replied, turning quickly back to him with supplies in hand. “I live in Culver. But the hospital over there doesn’t have the volunteer program, so here I am.”
“Aren’t I the lucky one?” He grinned. “Maybe after you’ve cleaned my wounds you’ll give me your number?”
“0 for 2, but nice try.” She smiled at him with a small laugh. “This might sting, I’m sorry in advance.”
She held her hand up and brushed his hair away from the cut on his forehead, once more. They shared another brief moment as he stared up into her eyes, completely at her mercy. His tongue slid over his swollen lip and she hated to admit that there was a storm of butterflies kicking up in her stomach. She muttered something about being sorry again, but he didn’t quite catch it. Suddenly, he winced, sucking in a sharp breath as she cleaned the blood from around his eyebrow with a cleaning solution.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
“Oh, you’re fine.” She cooed as she placed the butterfly stitch. “See, hard parts over!”
She cleaned the rest of the blood from his face and put some ointment on his lip to help minimize infection. She gave him an icepack for the swelling and Ibuprofen for his headache, as well as some aftercare tips before advising that he was free to go.
“For what it’s worth,” he said as he signed his discharge papers. “I think you’d make a great doctor.”
“It’s worth a lot, thank you.” She smiled, taking the clipboard from him and looking down at his chart. “Eddie.”
“So,” he drew out, the makings of a smile creeping up to his face. “Third time’s a charm right?”
“Absolutely not,” she replied and he instantly frowned.
She was about to leave but something stopped her.
“But,” she turned around to face him. The look of hopefulness on his face was downright pathetic. “I’m about to clock out, if you want to maybe grab a bite to eat and tell me how you wound up here in the first place?”
Eddie smiled and nodded his head. “I’ll meet you outside.”
#i can't believe i actually just sat here and wrote this#hope you all like it#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson stranger things#stranger things#stranger things imagine#eddie x reader
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"You are Exquisite." -The Emperor
The Emperor brings a gift for Tav.
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#the emperor#mind flayer#illithid#bg3 fanart#spoiler#I finally finished it lol#hope you all like it
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Title of Drawing: Pride Party🏳️🌈
A drawing I did during Pride Month a day to celebrate love and to celebrate life. I feel really proud on this drawing I did.
Sunny and Yakko,Peachy and Razz,Bean and Cuphead belongs to @meanbeanzone
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