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sp0o0kylights · 7 months

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Part One

The drive's short one.

Steve gets out of his car, opening the passenger door for Chrissy and escorting her up to the house, quietly envisioning what Jason would look like if a real monster got him.

What would he say, staring down the crazy, five-starred head, filled with teeth and drool? Would he turn back? Or run?

(Steve swears he doesn't take great pleasure in imagining Carver getting eaten, but he'll admit to taking a little.)

"Chrissy do you have any idea--oh." Mrs. Cunningham startles, grasping her robe at the front as she spots Steve standing next to her daughter.

"Hi Miss Cunningham." He says.

"Hello." She says suspiciously. "And who are you?"

"I'm Steve Harrington, ma'am." He watches as her mother straightens immediately at his name, and sinks right into the ol' Harrington charm, knowing instantly it will work. "I know you were expecting Jason, but I'm afraid he wasn't able to drive Chrissy home."

"Oh, Steve! It's so late I almost didn't recognize you." She titters, suspicion gone. "Your mother and I are on the same charity board."

Of course they were.

"I thought you were dating that nice Nancy girl." She says with a squint that mimics Chrissy's, because even in the midst of a crisis he can't escape the gossip that is Hawkins upper echelon.

"Nance is waiting in the car." Steve lies smoothly. "I just wanted to make sure Chrissy got home safe."

"What happened?" Chrissy's father appears, ushering them both in while blatantly peering around them, eyes sweeping the street before closing the door.

Steve recognizes the move. He's checking for nosy neighbors.

"Jason and I broke up." Chrissy admits.

"What?"

"We..." She falters in front of her parents.

"What happened to Jason?" Her father asks, tuning back in once they're safely away from peering eyes.

"I'm afraid Jason and some of his friends brought beer to the party." Steve steps in to explain.

"Oh Chrissy, it's a high school party. That's no reason to break up with him." Her mother fusses, face flushing in embarrassment. Her eyes dart from her daughter to Steve and back, and Steve knows he needs to start damage control.

If he plays it right he can burn Jason while he's at it.

"He was horrible, mom. Just awful." Chrissy says, but Steve can tell she's shrinking under her mothers gaze.

"He drank quite a lot, Miss Cunningham." With a theatrical wince, Steve turns to face Chrissy's dad, lowers his voice and says "I'm going to have to talk to Coach about it."

He gets the intended response, which is a raised eyebrow. "That bad, huh?"

Steve nods once, painting a pained smile on his face. "He made a real fool of himself tonight, Sir. The basketball team has a reputation to uphold."

"Oh." Mrs. Cunningham says, hand fluttering in front of her face. "I never would have thought…"

"He's normally a good guy. I don't know what got into him." Steve has them both eating out of the palm of his hand, attention neatly off Chrissy and onto the story he's feeding them.

Its worth it to see her shoulders relax.

"I couldn't let him take Chrissy home in the state he was in Sir, and he got very…"

Steve pauses.

Fills his voice with tempered disappointment, channeling his dad. "Belligerent. Said some nasty things."

"Really?" Mr. Cunningham says, with a low whistle, and Steve knows by his tone alone that he's bought in.

Hook, line, sinker.

Steve nods once. "I have to get back to my girlfriend, but Chrissy'" He turns earnestly here, to let her know he's not faking this next bit. "Let me know if Jason bothers you at school. I'll set him straight again if I have to."

"Thank you Steve." Mr. Cunningham says, as Chrissy's mom hustles her daughter towards the kitchen.

Steve shakes his hand, then waves at Crissy as she calls her own thank you over her shoulder, before disappearing out the door and back to his car.

The same one where Nancy very much isn't.

That's a problem for tomorrow Steve.

xXx

Tomorrow Steve gets into an argument with Nancy.

She can't recall that Jonathan took her home, or that he's bullshit, their whole relationship, bullshit--

But she also can't tell him she loves him.

So Steve snaps at her. Storms off.

Play’s more basketball.

It takes less than two hours for him to get mopey and another three for him to spiral into deciding he was wrong somehow.

That's what his mom said all the time anyway, wasn't it? The man's always wrong Steven, and he's the man here so…

He gets flowers, chocolates, and fucking waylaid (by Dustin Henderson with his Grow a Monster) and things go sideways from there.

Train tracks and a junkyard and demodogs make time speed up. An encounter with Billy and a dinner plate causes Steve's recollection of the evening to be fuzzy.

He just knows that in the middle of dodging death, he has the realization that Nance wants to break up with him.

That he should let her.

Even if it hurts, even if he doesn't want to.

She wants to be let go.

So Steve does. He respects her, and when he has a moment after its all over, he tells her to go with Jonathan.

(At least he permanently gets the squirts out if this. Or at least everyone but Mike.

Even if most of them are shitheads and one of them's Hargrove's step sister.

It's--something.

But when Dustin keeps pestering him, demanding Steve drive him all over Hawkins and then drags him to the movies, well.

It might be the best something Steve's had in his life so far. )

xXx

"Oh shit. Is that from Caver?" Eddie asks, popping up near Steve's car like the clown in a jack in the box.

"Carver can't hit for shit. This was Hargrove." Steve replies, attempting an eyeroll before remembering that his entire face is a bruise.

One, giant, never ending bruise.

"I guess his step sister gave him the slip to come hang out with these kids I watch sometimes. I didn't know she wasn't supposed to be there." Steve shrugs, because it's the technical truth.

If you turn it sideways and squint anyway.

"Asshole tried to threaten the kid Max is into by slamming him into a wall and screaming shit, so I stepped in, and--" He waves at his face.

The same one he's already getting looks for.

"I was winning." Steve sighs theatrically. "He broke a plate over my head."

The story seemed to freeze Eddie but he recovers with a quick shake of his head.

"You poor thing." He tuts. "Let me guess--you were more worried about the hair than the wound?"

Eddie's hands flutter like he's going to touch Steve's head but he seems to contain himself at the last minute.

The hospital threatened to buzz it for stitches." Steve says darkly, playing into the bit.

(He had not gone to a hospital.

None of them had.)

"What would our King be without his crown of hair?" Eddie laments, in a falsetto that was half insult half oddly sincere. It was jarring in that it was hard to get a read on, but the more Steve was around the guy the less it seemed malicious and the more it came off as just….goofy.

Eddie Munson, Steve decided, was not a freak.

He was a dorky little weirdo, just like all the other kids Steve now hung out with.

Just older, and with slightly better hair.

"Hey Eddie." Another boy calls out, approaching cautiously.

He's got a leather jacket on, and if Steve thinks hard enough he can sort of conjure up a memory of the guy at Eddie's lunch table, throwing a piece of bread at a pale sophomore decked out in plaid. "You good man?"

"Yeah Jeff, just checkin' in on the Hair here." Eddie sticks a thumb towards Steve, who raises his hand and waves.

The falsetto comes back, somehow higher as the older boy swoons over Steves arm. "Soothing his poor soul after that brute Hargrove almost killed him."

"Has anyone ever told you you're a lot like Bugs Bunny?" Steve asks, the thought leaving his mouth the instant he had it.

(He doesn't care, it's a legitimate question.)

It has the effect of making Munson look downright chuffed. "I have actually, but only by my Uncle."

"Why are you checking in?" Jeff interrupts, before seeming to realize he said it out loud. " Ah, I mean--"

"Oh he didn't tell you?" Steve says, as casually as he can muster. "Eddie claimed me and Chrissy at a party last weekend."

See Munson? Two people could play the weird bit game.

They've attracted more of Eddie's friends now, two more boys in leather jackets edging closer like frightened deer.

(One of which is the aforementioned younger man Jeff threw bread at, and Steve vaguely thinks the guy's name starts with a g.)

"Apparently we're his minions now." Steve tells Jeff in a rather put upon manner.

"It was just you, the fair maiden chose otherwise." Eddie counters dismissively, voice dropping down low.

Steve snorts. Hums a sarcastic; "Like you'd let us choose."

Eddie finally abandons whatever voice that was supposed to be (a villain, Steve thinks, and wonders if it hurts Eddies throat to drop from a false high to a deep low that quickly.) to say:

"Mock me all you like, Harrington, but you can't deny the bit worked."

Steve automatically went for another eye roll, and gets a flash of pain for it. "Who said I was mocking you, you dork? Just stating facts."

Yet again, Eddie reacts weird to the comment. He looks almost bashful for a second, before he recovers, tugging his hair in front of his face as he plays with it.

The bell rings once in warning, and Steve makes a face towards the doors.

"I gotta go, Mrs Clicks out to fail me. See you around, Eddie. Jeff." The way his eyes are bruised up he can't quite make out the face Jeff makes at that, but Steve's pretty sure the guys mouth was open.

"She's a nasty one, my minion, best stay on your toes around her." Eddie calls, and Steve waves a hand in the air to show he heard.

"What just happened?" Jeff asks, far too loudly for how close Steve still is.

It makes him chuckle a bit, even as one of the other guys says something in a far quieter voice that has Munson squawking and flapping his arms like a bird.

The winding little feelings in his chest squeeze his heart, and Steve shakes his head, refusing to be fond of Eddie Munson.

xXx

College rejection letters come in, one after the another.

Steve could have made it into a few schools he's certain, except he hadn't really applied to any.

Not that any college other than Penn Hurst mattered. His dad wanted him to be a legacy, come hell or high water.

Steve's punishment was hand picked by his parents, and he gets the sailor outfit his new minimum wage job requires is supposed to be a part of it--that his dad made him apply because it was the most embarrassing thing he could think to subject Steve too-- but honestly?

It's not that bad.

Not even with Robin, the manager he met yesterday, and who positively, completely and totally, hates Steve’s guts.

He figures he has time to win her over.

All the time in the world, now that demons aren't trying to eat his, or any of the kid's, faces. He can focus on the small things. Build himself back up.

Figure out the person he wants to be, now that he's no longer King Steve.

It’s the thought that kept him from attending any graduation parties. To go felt like backsliding into old habits.

‘If the kids--if it comes back again--’

Getting drunk at night in a random house seemed almost irresponsible.

Particularly not with people Steve has history with, without anyone he really cares about being present. Certainly not Nance and Jonathan, who he wishes he didn’t know are at some end-of-year game night one of Nancy’s friends is hosting.

(Steve can’t think about that for a number of reasons.

When he does--because of course he does-- he makes sure to focus on the weirdness that is Jonathan Byers being someone he cares about, instead of the fact he can’t seem to kill his love for Nancy.

Or that he's horrifically jealous of their relationship.

That the best sleep he had ever had was between them, two nights after the lab, when they crammed themselves into Jonathan's bed because they all couldn't quite believe it was over.

That night had been so incredibly weird, but grouping together felt safer. Smarter.

Better.

Not in a way Steve wants to put into words.

Not in a way he wants to confront at all.)

His parents hadn’t been able to make it home to watch him walk at his graduation--his father landing a last minute meeting with some important person or other.

Faked apologies were given, money transferred, and Steve, not wanting to sit in his too-huge house, had meandered to Family Video.

Tried to forget his father’s cold voice in the background of his mother’s call, loudly announcing he’d have made it a priority to see Steve graduate-- if he’d gotten into Penn Hurst.

Steve just shakes his head. Pushes those thoughts into the back of his head, into the same place all his other weird thoughts live.

The glare he gets from the tall, pimple-ridden guy working the rental counter was expected.

Chrissy Cunningham, was not.

"I thought you’d be at one of the parties.” He tells her, when he turns down the romance aisle and finds her staring blankly at a shelf.

She startles, before recognition flits over her face and a warm smile is directed his way.

“I'm honestly not a fan of parties." She confides in him, hand clutching a tape in her hands."Not those kinds, anyway.”

"More slumber parties, less keg stands your speed?" Steve guessed, blatantly turning his head sideways in order to read the title.

She awards him with a wider smile. "Exactly."

"Chrissy Cunningham. Are you renting Jaws?" He teases, leaning in just a touch.

She flushes, but turns and squares up to him. Steve's delighted to see it.

"Why yes I am. I'll do you one better and even admit it's one of my favorite movies."

Steve grins at her, and sees the way she lights up on response, eyes bright.

This is the Chrissy that Carver had tried to kill. The strength and pure fun that radiates off her enhances the beauty she has to something almost otherworldly.

Steve has seen enough beauty in his life to recognize when it will stay. That Chrissy wil one day be 80 years old, with gray hair and knit sweaters, and she'll still be able to light up a room.

"Like sharks killing people that much huh?” He teases. And it’s easy, slipping into this part of himself around her. The part he’s been trying to get back.

The confidence that he walked with, before monsters crawled out of the ground, and Nancy put a hole in his heart.

"I'll let you in on a secret. ." Chrissy leans in, dropping her voice low enough that Steve has to lean in a bit too to hear. "My favorite character is the shark."

Steve playfully gapes at her, and for the first time in a long time, feels like things will be okay.

He’ll be okay.

He won’t be King Steve. He’s not Nancy's Boyfriend Steve either--but someone else. Himself.

A Steve who exists outside of Hawkins High, outside his family name.

He likes it.

"I told you that was his car. Steve!" A too familiar voice calls and Steve can't mask the despair that hits him as he turns to his (now least) favorite shithead, whose storming through Family Video’s doors.

"Dustin." He identifies, with an edge to his voice he can only pray Chrissy doesn't pick up on. "Other brats. What are you doing?"

Mike stands stubbornly at Dustin's right, Lucas nervous at his left.

Will Byers is situated next to Mike but Steve's not as familiar with him, and has no idea how to interpret the kid.

If he had to guess based on the face he’s being sent, Will’s more nervous then the rest--but equally determined.

(This does not make Steve feel better. It in fact, somewhat convinces them they’ve run headfirst back into trouble.)

"Well we were going to go to Lucas’s, but now, we're bumming a ride from you!"

"I'm busy." He says flatly.

"Ste~eeeve!"

"I didn't know you had a brother." Chrissy says, hand covering her mouth.

Looking back at her, Steve's pretty sure she's trying to physically hold back laughter.

If one could shoot lasers with their eyes, Steve would be nailing Dustin for ruining--whatever it was that was happening here.

"He's a rescue" Steve says flatly. "It’s not working out though. We're planning on returning him to the shelter.”

"Wow Steve." Dustin returns, offended. "First of all, if anyone's rescuing anyone I rescued you, or did you suddenly forget that you show up to family dinner every Thursday at my house like a sad orpha--mmpphh!"

‘Mmpphh’ because Steve had taken several long strides across the store to smack his hand over Dustin's mouth.

"Sorry Chrissy, it would appear the asshole children I am paid to babysit escaped whoever is supposed to be watching them." He shakes Dustins head, in lue of strangling him. “Hit me up later we’ll discuss the shark’s best kills.”

“Will do.” Chrissy says, as Steve begins the process of shoving his four smaller friends out the door. “Drive safe!”

“No you don’t, and you’re gonna prove it by swinging through McDonalds for us.” Dustin sing-songs, swinging himself into the passenger side of the Beemer.

“You assholes owe me, big time.” Steve hisses, as Lucas and Mike instantly begin making kissy faces the second they’re out into the parking lot. "I had plans tonight!"

“Do you have McDonalds money?” Steve asks, only to immediately wince at himself because fuck did he just sound like a soccer mom.

“I have money I took out of my mom’s wallet.” Mike says as he settles into the car with his friends.

“Fine.” Steve sighs in defeat, starting the car.

He determinedly does not ask if the idiots walked here, because there is a suspicious lack of bicycles, if only because he hit his mom quota for the day and Steve refuses to say anything else that might edge out his cool persona.

The one he swears he still has.

Supposedly.

("Does my mom really pay you to watch me?" Dustin asks a while later, when the other brats are distracted. His voice is painfully honest, and softer than it normally is.

"In food, yes." Steve says, because he’s not that much of an asshole--and maybe, because Dustin is truly his only friend right now.

Steve honestly looks forward to those Thursday dinners, helping Ma Henderson and having her fuss over him in a way his parents never had.

In a way no one ever had.

Dustin lands a solid kick to his ankle, making Steve curse. "That's not payment you ass!"

"Ow, God Dustin--"

"Just admit you're my actual friend, you dick!"

"Language! I swear your mom stole you from wolves, you animal--" Steve swatted at him.

Maybe, possibly later, he will go on to admit that yes, Dustin is his friend.

He will even agree to making up a stupid handshake for it.

It involves lightsabers and gore at least, which Steve insists is very cool.)

#BB is coming down to the wire #my date to post is Halloween #bc its me lol #so our regularly scheduled programing will be back shortly #steddissy #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #0o0 fanfics #steve/chrissy/eddie #for those weirdies who kept insisting this was platonic in the tags you can read this part too and be happily delusional about the endgame #its a slowburn #my calling card lmao #this fic was meant to weave around the canon plot until s4 wherein we go off the rails #this is an everyone lives fiiiiic #theyre all equally dorky with crushes #Steve has some Im Just Ken issues #angst

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g0nefischin · 6 months

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Your knight in shining armor <3

#my art #my undertale art #undertale #papyrus undertale #papyrus #meant to do this for Halloween but its fine dsfadsafdsa #ok for context you're doing a couples costume with a medieval theme #atleast thats what I was imagining lol #reader insert

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prismagirlart · 6 months

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If it’s Halloween, it must be SAW!

#saw #saw 2004 #saw franchise #saw movies #amanda young #chainshipping #uhhmm meant to post this on saws anniversary but uhhh I'm depressed lol. but this is still fine ig. happy Halloween.

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mantimae · 6 months

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A Vampire and her adoring Thrall

#last minute mess Halloween post #happy halloween #ok yes I’m a day late #but #this was never meant to be INKED much less COLORED #so like #be proud of me instead lol #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #batman #happy november #digital drawing #stephcass #spoiler dc #black bat dc #black bat #batgirls

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avi-draws · 2 years

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Some Beef designs! (w extra beef ;P )

I really like his season 9 skin so I wanted to give it a shot, dunno if I'm sold on the general design yet but we'll see :P the other's based on one of his older skins n mostly n excuse to draw a vintage minotaur lol

#Ive been thinking about his halloween skin #n also the skinless one but I feel like I shouldnt draw that one lol #VintageBeef #Hermitcraft #mcyt #Avi Draws #These were meant to be just sketches n then there was colour involved so ah #edit: I feel like I should specify Ive been drawin these while listening to joe hills explain his plan to fleece beef of all his valuables #by which i mean cards

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plasmafruitsalad · 1 year

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a hand drawn spoopy tattoo for your spoopy sims!! i made this so i could make my oc as a sim, but i thought you all might like it too (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

8 swatches

full body preview (slight nsfw maybe?? she’s in the ea default undies)

dl (simfileshare)

#sims 4 cc #sims 4 halloween #sims 4 horror #body horror #tw body horror #ts4cc #sims 4 tattoo #sims 4 tattoos #Simblreen #i meant to post this for simblreen but i got busy :(#its simblreen in november #also sorry if ur tired of looking at her i perhaps forgot that these were supposed to be preview pics lol #i might remake this some day with the texture of my pixel paradise eyes #besties im writing a whole book in these tags looool bye

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funkyspacealien · 6 months

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Rabbit of the Night He'll suck the orange out of your carrots (Sketches n' processes under the break! It's a REAAAAAL long one)

I've been meaning to draw a piece that actually includes a background instead of a character standing in the void. The issue that arises is that... I just didn't have any good ideas for backgrounds, lol. Partially the issue is that I tend to design the character first, which makes it challenging to draw stuff around them. Since around the time that I made this piece was October and the big holiday was Halloween, I figured I could do something within the theme. I've been meaning to draw my character, Nosferatu, again since they have always been one of my lowkey favorites of mine.

An older piece of the character, which you can see with the others here The character was quite macabre, which made it perfect for doing something slightly spooky. The cape also gave me a great idea for making something more visually striking, as well.

My first attempt. As you can see, I tried to do a thumbnail this time so I can have a better understanding of the amount of space I have to work with. I highly recommend that you do something similar if you struggle with doing backgrounds. Though, I think I ought to make it a bit more square, lol. I had to tweak some things to fit within the standard square shape since I drew everything at a wonky angle. I was inspired by Soul Eater and Majora's Mask when it comes to the background design, especially with the moon having a prominent appearance. I knew that was a consistent thing I wanted to keep throughout the iterations. The flowing cape was heavily inspired by Spawn and the artwork of Lelouch from Code Geass

I always found it to be such a striking iconography for the characters. Despite being an inanimate piece of clothing, it adds a lot to the design. Spawn was always an intimidating dude, but having that cape overwhelms the viewer and takes up so much screen space every time he wears it helps give him more of an otherworldliness. You may not truly understand who or what is he, but you may get the vibe that he's someone with great power and importance. It's befitting of someone who is viewed as the best spawn of the devil. I find it also interesting for a character like Lelouch. Now, I never watched the show he came from, only understood the basic premise from various sources throughout my life. Pardon if my read on the character is incorrect, but to me, he's quite the scrawny guy and perhaps lacks power of his own. Despite this, he runs a rebellion and goes under the alias of "Zero". He dresses up as Zero, including the cape. With it on, his form became much more imposing yet concealed. It gives him a sense of royalty, which you might attribute to the likes of Kings or Queens. Someone with power. Sorry for that brief character analysis tangent, lol. It's just something that I thought about when creating the character of Nosferatu. I find it interesting that something so simple as a cape can help give a feeling of power. It's something that I feel everyone subconsciously think of and not realize. Back on topic, the rest of the composition I wasn't super satisfied with. I sorta lean into the "Dracula" look the character had by having the castle in the background, but I think it came off as very flat. I also thought it made things visually unclear. A bunch of things off in their own corner instead of organic guiding the viewer's eyes. I scrapped the first idea and tried to go in another direction.

I had the idea of being underneath an overpass and having buildings being lit by the moon. I don't think it was too bad of an idea, but I had trouble refining it and making it more "full", if that makes sense? This had a weird sense of emptiness and dragged the composition down for me. Perhaps if I drew the character differently and played more with the perspective, it would've been better. I went back to my original idea and checked if I could improve some things on a base level.

Originally, I had the cape go off-screen but checking my original inspiration, like various art pieces of Spawn, I noticed that the cape "ends" tend to curve back into the frame. I decided to do something similar which I think helped give the piece a sense of "flow" to it. I found that it also gives a composition more layers of depth and fills in any "empty" spaces that I had worried about before. I tilted Nosf's head a bit so they weren't just standing there stiffly as well. Sometimes it's the little things that help improve the piece than having to redo it all over again.

Finally, I just decided to make the background more on the simple side. I think I had the issue of really wanting to prove myself that I could do backgrounds that I made it way more complicated than it needed to be. It gave me the chance to make the moon much bigger, which I always meant to be a striking aspect of the piece. When drawing, I decided to forgo the "ground" that the cliffs are on since I felt it cluttered up the piece with too many colors. Now, I just got to finish it!

I should be done, right? Well, not exactly. While I think it looks nice (I'm personally proud of my use of noise filters), it just still lacks the depth that I'm looking for. Something about it is too bright and clear. I went back and experimented some more until I found a solution that made me feel stupid not realizing it before, lol. So initially, I tried to use this photo editing program called "Picsart". I used to use it a lot when I was doing digital art since I like the added filters. I eventually stopped because it would ruin the image quality. I thought they fixed that issue, but it's still the same.

It's a bit subtle in this picture, but I like to use the "vintage" filter since I like the added shadows on the sides of the images. The problem is that the quality got ruined and I'm very stubborn about keeping it in the nicest resolution possible. I decided to see if I could replicate it in my own art program. What I discovered is that I can and the solution was very simple, lol. First I drew a square with a solid color on a new layer-

Then I used the "Gaussian Blur" Filter-

I turned down the opacity, set the blending to "burn" and overlaid it on the artwork, which gave the depth I was looking for!

I gave the head some slight shading too since the filter unintentionally gave it to their ears. Good call since I think that helped with the Halloween atmosphere I was intending.

#oc #artwork #character design #my art #original work #luchador #halloween #rabbit #furry #nosferatu #I meant to post this 3 hours ago but the write up became super long lol #also i should've posted this on halloween WHOOPS

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danganronpa96 · 6 months

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Yay happy hall of ween! Here an ensemble of the horror* media fellas! ...Hm? But, where's Hiroshi?

...He tried his best, at least.

#*it can be argued the degree of horror but I still did it anyway #and trust me bro those blood splatters are not to cover the non-existent bottom half of the dummy trio #also the dokis and Brian's outfits are their halloween art designs #but I just made up costumes for the dummies lol #Mai is meant to be like a Sweeny Todd btw

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c-u-r-s-e-d-i-m-a-g-e-s · 2 years

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happy halloween, y'all

#asks #shut up its not 2 days early the entirety of october is halloween #i meant to post this ask weeks ago but kept forgetting lol

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legend-of-cupcake · 29 days

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It’s my birthday today, so have some vampire HanaNene art that I finished months ago but didnt post 🧛✨💕

#tbhk #jshk #yashiro nene #hanako #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #tbhk fanart #jshk fanart #vampire au art #was meant for Halloween but i missed the deadline #so I’m posting this on my birthday instead lol

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skapediem · 6 months

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oh mickey what a pity you dont understand!!!!!

#mickey altieri #scream 2 #scream franchise #timothy olyphant #the goods #cw blood #this was meant to be for halloween but i only started drawing it. over halfway through the day n by the time i finished no one was awake.#so posting it now. whatever its still halloween for the yanks n its your lots holiday anyway so here you go lol #was listening to the mean girls musical half the time i was drawing this #rip mickey altieri you wouldve loved analysing the hollywoodification of broadway

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navii-blaze · 6 months

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I've got a Halloween discount for all commission slots on Ko-fi! Use the link above or visit my page with the code NAVIISAYSBOO for a 20% off discount!

Discount ends this Saturday November 4th at midnight

#navii commissions #please help reblog and spread this around!#ik the link says it ends on thursday but it should end on saturday #meant to post this yesterday lol #happy Halloween everybody

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malcolmreeds · 7 months

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wish i could be creative and draw and share more art with you guys bc i have so many ideas but i got diagnosed with migraines in july and in the two months since my symptoms have progressed Very Rapidly and i spend the vast majority of my time lying down in a dark room unable to do literally anything.

finally managed to get a doctors appointment for next week and am hoping i can be referred to a hospital for treatment or smthn bc my medication doesnt work at all and i have Constant visual disturbances and Constant headaches (srsly havent had a head pain free day in 2 months lol). and on top of that i have 3 other chronic illnesses that flare up a lot as well and im just hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh really going thru it besties xx

anyway sorry for another ~miserable life update~ but uhhhh 2023 can go to hell byeeeeeee

#i miss being creative i miss 2022 everything was better then pls can we just go back #ive been Forcing myself to sew bc i need to get the halloween update out #but im just finding it painful and miserable haha and very slow going due to the constant pain lol #and my illnesses have meant im not selling much and im going to lose my star seller on etsy and thats stressing me out #and stress makes me more ill AAAAAAA its a vicious cycle #just wish i could get a hug from my mam that always made things seem better #personal

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gothiethefairy · 1 year

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anyway, here’s my wip geraskier fic of the concept of “jaskier’s family is like the addams family of the witcher world”

that concept idea belongs to @penandinkprincess, i just went for it bc i thought it was a cute and funny idea.

tell me what y’all think, i am chucking this from the fandom’s dumpster where i usually hang out. it’s been a while since i’ve written fanfics, so sorry if i’m even posting wips all wrong.

anyway, enjoy.

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Kooky and a little spooky

Geralt/Jaskier. Established relationship. Meeting the family. Jaskier is from The Witcher’s version of the Addams Family. Fluff and Humor

Geralt knew he was in trouble when he got the house wrong. He was ready to walk up to the beautiful-looking mansion with lovely garden sculptures and bright flowers, with even a fountain of a statue of a little angel-looking boy spitting out water. To finally meet Jaskier’s family, which was a thing he’s been dreading since he finally worked up the nerve to confess to Jaskier. He was ready to open the silver gates when Jaskier stopped him, putting his hand on Geralt’s shoulder.

“Where are you going? That isn’t my parents’ house.” Jaskier said with an amused smile on his face.

Geralt blinked as Roach let out a snort. Jaskier jerked his head and said, “It’s way more down this road, dear. Just keep following me.”

So, he did. And the road became more barren with dirt beneath them vanishing along with the dying grass, and it’s as if the clouds came out of nowhere. Making everything look more deary and ominous. Jaskier was too busy humming a tune to himself, more oblivious if anything. They finally came upon, what Geralt thought was at least, an abandoned-looking mansion, with the yard looking wild with weeds and long grass. A weeping willow and dying flowers all around. And a huge black gate with hellish designs on it.

Jaskier turned to Geralt with a huge smile. “Well, here we are!”

Geralt blinked. Roach gave out an uneasy whinny. The medallion around Geralt’s neck began to shiver.

(A few months ago…)

This whole ordeal started when Jaskier received a letter from his mother. After playing a few rounds in the tavern they were currently staying at, a young man held out the parchment to him and scurried away. Geralt was still away doing a job, so he wasn’t there when Jaskier received the letter. He still doesn’t know what the letter was even about. But it didn’t matter because later that night, as he and Jaskier laid together on the tiny bed, Jaskier gave out the smallest of sighs.

“What’s wrong?” Geralt asked, his voice deep and rumbling with sleep.

“Oh, it’s nothing dear heart.” Jaskier whispered, twiddling his fingers under the covers.

“It’s something if you’re sighing like that. Just tell me.” Geralt grumbled.

“Well…since you did ask,” Jaskier began and Geralt grunted, “I got a letter today from my mother. Nothing drastic, mind you. Just a simple, oh hello son how you’ve been, kind of thing. It was quite a long letter too. Mother tends to get very flowy with her words when she writes. It’s where I get my artistic flair, you know. Anyway, reading it made me a bit. Well, a bit homesick, I guess. Not that I don’t mind our travels, Geralt! But even you miss your brothers and other witcher friends, right? And it’s has been a while since I’ve returned home. It would be nice to see everyone again…”

Geralt cracked open one of his eyes and shifted around on the bed, looking at Jaskier. “You wish to return home? Is that all?”

“I suppose so. Maybe.” Jaskier mumbled, almost shyly.

“You don’t need my permission, if this is what this is all about.” Geralt said, gently running his fingers through Jaskier’s hair.

Jaskier scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes. “It’s not that, I assure you.”

“Then, what is it?” Geralt asked, and he can smell the anxiety coming off Jaskier.

“Well, I was thinking. If maybe…I mean, it’s only fair because two winters ago, I did meet your brothers and Vesemir. A delightful bunch, we should see if we can write to them too. But anyway, what I’m trying to say is, it would be nice. If you…came along with me. To my parents’ house.”

Geralt blinked. “You want me to meet your parents?”

“Yes,” Jaskier said with a nervous smile.

Geralt frowned with a thoughtful hum. “I’m not usually the…bring home to meet the parents type.”

“Oh, believe me, Geralt. My parents will adore you.” Jaskier said confidently.

“I doubt that…” Geralt mumbles. He sighs, looking into Jaskier’s perfect blue eyes. “Is it important to you, if I meet them?”

“Well…yes, dear heart.” Jaskier said. “I want you to like them. Not everyone, usually likes my family. But you’re important to me, and they’re important to me as well. It also makes everything feel more…official.”

“Official?” Geralt asks, raising a brow. Jaskier lightly smacks his arm, blushing. “You know what I mean.” He grumbles.

Geralt chuckles, giving Jaskier a light pinch to his side, making the bard jump a bit. He can see that Jaskier really wants him to say yes. He sighs, laying back down on the bed. Meeting nobles is one of worst things to Geralt, and he knows Jaskier comes from one. He wonders if the reason no one likes Jaskier’s family because they were the snobby kind of nobles. Rude and condescending.

He heaves out another sigh. “Okay. I’ll go with you.”

Jaskier clings to Geralt’s side. “Really? Truly?” He asks, his voice getting higher.

Geralt nods and Jaskier plants a huge kiss on his cheek. He cuddles closer to Geralt, sighing happily. “You won’t regret this, Geralt dear. I promise.” Jaskier whispers.

Geralt just grunts in return, finally closing his eyes.

#the witcher #geraskier #my fanfics #my wips #geraskier fic #i'm trying to continue it i am just a busy adult and also forgetful #i meant to finish it before halloween but lol that ship has sailed

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