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buwheal · 4 months

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woah. actual thought out reference?

Completely disregard wtf the reference from a couple weeks (a month?) ago looks like. Completely inaccurate. not sure what I was thinking w/ that one. This time I thought this one through, lol. wahoo!! Ive been kind of lazy and totally leaving out features the past few times Ive drawn him and I dont want that to happen again because he loses all the fun features.

notes written out for those who need it (glances behind my shoulder at the mobile app) under the cut. be warned, its long, lol.

starting from the top left, going across to the right side in rows.

-TURN-AROUND -opt grey hairs/grey stripe. he keeps it evenly colored with car oil. -eyebrow crease opt. -head lifted for convenience (for the pose. Also spelt that wrong on the image whoops) -5" when slouched. -neutral expression. Teeth always visible. -eyebags NOT opt. (Except in certain circumstances.) -"Tail" not usually visible -HORRIBLE posture* -black bottom lip pokes out a little -hands reach knees in reg. posture -Gnarly mullet -Overbite -Constant slouch. -Warped lens/frame -Sweaty & jittery a lot - \___ misc. extremes ___/ -BJD body -Motherboard cover -Plush tummy :-) -wears heart boxers underneath. Not shown. - |dissociating-----|-------disconnected| -sensitive eyes w/o glasses. Squints. - :arrow: Sparratically ejects -overdramatic - *except when actively interacting with someone - 5"1 when standing straight - |forced--|genuine--|?----|???---|

#DISGUSTING freak. I love him so much.#Reblogs encouraged.#He is absolutely balding btw. The glasses even out the horrifying forehead.#the way the fandom has influenced my hcs and my design is crazy actually. he was kinda a twink before.#I am not about to have a twink spamton in my household #no sir. He is old and disgusting and needs to be such. Also there was no exaggeration in his shapes before. no idea how i survived.#also yippee!!! I figured out how to fix my stylus pressure issue.#this one and the last post were in firealpaca. Still learning it because its a new program but it is so much better. Phhhew.#i love the animation feature #Im messing w it currently muwahahah. I hope i can finish it.#zoom in to see the notes better lol.#if needed i can write out all the notes!! lmk if you need it.#deltarune #deltarune spamton #spamton #spamton g spamton #deltarune chapter 2 #spamton fanart #rotates him in my mind #killing him with hammers #never done a turn around w him but i think i did good this time #also this is mostly for myself because i kinda slack off. It ruins his body structure when i do and i want him to keep the triangle chest.#BuwheArt

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lunarharp · 17 days

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shirahama-sensei reminded me she has a thing for the teacher from pokemon s/v so i randomly went off on an au where qifrey is the professor. etc

#witch hat tag #orufrey #the first image is qifrey dressed as that guy. i'm glad she has an inexplicable attachment to some dorky pokemon man like i do #someone was like 'wouldn't it make more sense for deanreldea to be the champion' .... well no. not in my world .#it maps onto magic skill. champions aren't like the Rulers of the land they're just the most skilled at this thing #oru as a burnt out champion who's gently encouraging a kid like coco to reach him one day means a lot to me. i like pokemon narratives #agott went shiny hunting for the same thing coco had but cooler - just to impress her. she really is a pokemon rival type girl #pushing myself to the limit to prove my worth to you - to get to the summit first so i'm waiting for you..#and then realising it wasn't just to be strong - i realised i started wanting to see your smile. i wanted you to have fun.#i think coco would defeat agott at the end of victory road and then defeat oru & i'll probably draw one last thing abt that at least..#the image is very cinematic..the dialogue and music in my mind..I WANT TO FACE ORU!!!!!!!!!!#the super cool insanely powerful awesome champion is the spouse of my professor and he gave me advice at the beginning...no way....#btw the elite four would be the sages which is perfect (and maybe easthies as the first guy?) evil Team Brimhats #coustas as their renegade gladion-type figure. the gym leaders would be like sun/moon and s/v combined #travelling around facing the best students from different classes - so jujy and eunie etc.#i've barely thought about 'teams' or anything bc i care amore about the narrative side of things always lol #but idk. tetia with a swirlix - eunie would be ghost type boy - riche with small things but also a ceruledge or a steelix something massiv #and brushbug would have a final form which is really long like an eastern dragon- fluffy and with wings like a fairy. It's beautiful to me #well anyway *tries to move on to the rest of life now the brief obsession has passed*#obviously oru would be fire-type tho and qifrey would be water-type and they set off together and traded their starters etc.....it goes on

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nose-coffee · 2 months

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one of my favourite things in the world is when an album has a recurring motif of some kind, or when they directly call back to a song later on in the album. like. beating my fists against the pavement, weeping over it when albums do this. it's even better when the call back is to a previous album. wailing.

#this is abt euclid calling directly back to the night does not belong to god by sleep token #like. the last song of their newest album repeating one of the stanzas #from the opening songs of their FIRST album #im going insane #fuck off lou #my post #music #sleep token #yes i am blogging abt music again #hey if you havent listened to anything by sleep token #i heartily encourage you to #holy shit

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sunshine-zenith · 3 months

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Understandable reservations (AKA when you aren’t even dating and you already have in-law issues)

#wanderlust jd #Sara jd #wanderrose #jacklust #just dance #jack rose just dance #in which Sara is trying to be supportive and encouraging and Wander is trying to NOT get possess by his crush’s mom again #cy art #cy fanart #follow up to that Valentine’s Day post the official twitter made. you know the one #side note I can’t find my sketchbook so I’m currently stuck drawing on the back of old manuals and paperwork from my last job

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andoutofharm · 2 months

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anyway please show love to your queer and indigenous friends and show support for the groups and organizations trying to make a difference for these communities IN the states they live in. most of us don’t want to leave, and we shouldn’t HAVE to leave to be recognized as humans worthy of rights and respect and love, not just by our representatives but also by queer people (especially white people) in big cities in the north who assume their experiences are universal.

#seeing all the outpouring of love to the queer and/or indigenous people in oklahoma these last few days has been the one encouraging #thing to come out of all of this #but i have seen just as many comments of dismissal and ‘thats what you get for living in oklahoma’ FROM other queer people #and . honestly if that is your attitude fuck you. you have no way of understanding what it’s like to be queer here.#you dont know what youre talking about. educate yourself or shut up.#and like. i am not indigenous so i do not share firsthand experience with what they experience #but i have been around them all my life and i am always trying to learn how to do better for and by them #and you should do the same.

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introspectivememories · 4 months

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cannot stop thinking about lupa and juno's reactions to jason's death. god did juno feel it when he died? did she hear his string get cut? did she wail loud enough that all of olympus heard it? what was it like realizing the boy she loved like a son was dead? was was it like watching his father not even shed a tear? was she the one to tell lupa? and on lupa's end, how angry do you think she was? this is her pup. her youngest pup. he was so young when he first started, when juno first gave him to her? he learned how to roughhouse with her packmates. he learned to fly with her! did she snap at juno? did she scream and curse and blame juno? did she howl mournfully?

#these are his moms!!!#not very good ones but his moms nonetheless!!#when he fought krios do you think he heard their voices in his head encouraging him #'victory or death jason' lupa says in head 'die like a roman or don't die at all.' jason picks up his sword again.#krios knock his sword out of his hand and jason bares his teeth. that's okay. he doesn't nned a weapon to fight #he wrestles krios to the floor and the titan's throat is bared and it would quick and simple to rip it out but he hesitates.#normal people dont do that. his head pounds. his lady's voice exhoes in his head 'go for the kill always my champion.'#jason leans down and clamps his teeth around krios' throat and rips it out. the titans gasps pathetically underneath him #it's not enough. he can already see the wound beginning to heal so he digs his fingers into the wound and starts pulling #the neck rips quickly once he gets started and he snaps the spine as he goes. finally with one last tug the head comes clean off.#he stands up from where he's kneeling over the body and picks up the head by its hair turning around to face the legion.#there is ichor staining his mouth golden. it drips onto his armor. he lifts the head up high. the legions stares at him in shock and awe.#they look terrified he notes absently. 'VICTORY FOR ROME!' he shouts and the campers explode into loud cheering.#sorry what the fuck was that #jason grace #juno pjo #lupa pjo #hoo #hera pjo

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itspyon · 2 months

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i think we as a tumblr society have progressed past the need. blows you guys kisses

#i have simply had enough after last night #some of you have gotten excessively parasocial not just towards me but towards other blogs you come to talk shit about #as if i am not friends or at the very least acquaintances with them #and it's obvious you're from twitter because then i see the same phrasing on a vague tweet #i try to be positive or at the very least constructive about the issues you guys bring to me #but there's a bit too much venting a bit too much infighting i just won't waste my time on #i really wanted to have a normal conversation about how me and that one anon felt about content #and some of you got SO weird SO quickly i was put off. especially waking up this morning to the disaster that was my inbox #it is on me for having encouraged that type of behaviour at some level #so i'm pulling the plug now. go back to twitter and keep vague posting there

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onepintobean · 1 year

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take my quiz? and tell me who you get!

#i purposefully tried to make baz and simon hard to get #i'd apologize but i'm not sorry #this quiz was 3 months in the making so i hope y'all have fun with it #carry on #rainbow rowell #also 80% of my motivation to make this quiz was just to make 2 jokes #and the last 20% was the final free-response answer so you are very encouraged to fill that one out #and a huge shoutout to kay and al for the help as i put this together ❤#uquiz

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eldritch-thrumming · 1 year

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part one part two

Hawkins, Indiana Summer 1995

Steve stares down into the glowing red center of the world. Heat rolls off the gash in the earth in waves. The smell of rotting is stronger here. He’d gone and done a perimeter check of downtown on foot before returning to the place in front of City Hall. He hadn’t found any other gates, no breaks in the asphalt, no cracking brick or crumbled stone. He hadn’t run into anyone else. Hawkins had been abandoned, fast.

Sometimes, now that he doesn’t have the gin to numb his sleep, Steve has these nightmares. They’re the same nightmares he’d been having back in ’86, the same nightmares he’d had for years since they’d first encountered Vecna. It’s the same nightmare, always. Nothing ever changes, nothing ever shifts. It starts slow, a sparkling rain on the pavement, steam rising hot into the air. The sky is always dark, no stars, no moon, clouds dense and angry. He walks through the streets of Hawkins and then the whole world starts to shake.

The world starts to shake as Steve walks past Melvald’s, past the diner where he’d kissed Eddie for the first time, past the two screen movie theater where Jonathan Byers had punched him in the face. There’s nothing for him to hold on to, his sneakers have no traction on the wet pavement. He falls, he drifts, he slides, until he’s at a crack in the world, right down the center of Hawkins, burning bright and red.

He falls, he drifts, he slides until his hands are gripping at the edge. He’s trying to haul himself back up, but the whole world is still shaking, it’s still damp from the sparkling rain. It’s slippery, hard to hold, but he keeps his grip.

And then, deep in the crack in the world, Steve Harrington hears a voice.

It doesn’t sound like anything at first. Just the slow rumble of the whole world shaking. But then, there it is again.

Deep in the crack in the world, Steve Harrington hears a ghost and loses his grip.

And then he wakes up.

He can never identify the voice, doesn’t know who it is that speaks to him from the center of the world. A part of him doesn’t want to know, doesn’t want to examine it too closely. He thinks he wouldn’t like what he found.

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Indianapolis, Indiana Spring 1987

Steve wakes up from a nightmare, sweating and shaking. He remembers burning, he remembers red. He doesn’t remember anything else. He doesn’t need to.

He feels Eddie’s arms tighten around him.

“Nightmare?” Eddie mumbles against the sweaty skin of Steve’s neck, before planting a small, sweet kiss there.

“Yeah,” Steve whispers. His voice is shaky, his chest feels hollow.

“Wanna talk about it?” Eddie asks, sounding more alert as he shifts their positions, pulling so Steve is on his back and Eddie is leaning over him.

Steve looks up into Eddie’s face, into his big brown eyes full of genuine concern.

“No,” Steve says, reaching up to curl his fingers into the front of Eddie’s t-shirt. “Just want you.” He pulls Eddie towards him and doesn’t miss the way Eddie smiles, just before their lips brush.

Steve is held safe in Eddie’s arms for the rest of the night.

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Indianapolis, Indiana Fall 1991

Steve has been home from the coffeeshop for about an hour. He’s showered and tidied up the living room. He’s sitting on the couch in silence when there’s a knock on the door.

He swings the front door open without looking in the peephole. He knows who it is. Eddie smiles at him from the other side of the apartment’s threshold, soft and a little sad.

“Hey, Stevie,” Eddie says, so softly that Steve almost has to lean in to hear him. He feels himself sway into Eddie’s space before he catches himself.

“Hey.” Steve tries to get his voice to sound level, to sound unaffected. Thinks he manages it, from the look on Eddie’s face. “Boxes are in the guest room.” Steve steps out of the way so Eddie can move past him into the apartment. Their shoulders brush and Steve wants to die.

Eddie looks the same, his hair a little longer maybe. His nails are painted black and he’s got more piercings in his ears, but he’s still got the same leather jacket, the same big black boots on his feet. Steve’s mouth feels dry, his throat tight. His hands feel hollow. His fingertips ache with the effort it takes not to reach out and touch.

Eddie had called him last week. The band had just finished up their first national tour, opening for a band much bigger than them. They’d been promoting their debut album. Steve had been hearing about it non-stop from Dustin and Robin, before he’d had to beg them to stop talking about it. With the money he’d made from the tour and the album launch, Eddie had been able to get a place out in LA, something of his own. He’d called Steve to see about getting the last of his things, the odds and ends he’d left behind.

Eddie walks through the space like he lives there still. Steve feels his heart squeeze as Eddie pushes open the door of what used to be Robin’s room, before she’d graduated in the spring and moved across the country. Before she’d left, too.

“Need any help?” Steve asks from the doorway. There’s only two boxes, but Steve is nothing if not polite.

“Nah, Greg’s got the car running downstairs,” Eddie tells him. Steve vaguely remembers Greg, the band’s bass player, from the shows he’d gone to when the band had still been playing at dive bars all over Indy. He remembers the way Greg’s eyes had always lingered on Eddie, trailed after him as Eddie went to get drinks from the bar or excused himself to go to the bathroom. Steve has to bite his tongue so he doesn’t say anything pathetic.

Steve watches as Eddie squats and lifts the boxes effortlessly, one stacked on top of the other. He moves out of the way so Eddie can move down the hallway, back towards the front door. He waits there, for Steve to open the door for him. Steve doesn’t move.

“Wait, I—” Steve has no plan, doesn’t know what might come out of his mouth. He just knows that there’s desperation coursing under his skin, through his veins, at the thought that this might be the last time that Eddie Munson will ever be here, in this apartment they’d chosen together. He can’t bear the thought that he will never know Eddie Munson again. He feels like his lungs are collapsing, like he can’t possibly suck enough air inside himself. His hand lifts in the space between them, like he might reach out toward where Eddie stands.

“Steve,” Eddie sighs, shifting the boxes in his hands and taking half a step backward. “Don’t do this, okay? I, uh. I can’t do this. Not now.”

Steve feels the prickle of tears in his eyes, but he nods, numbly. He knows he’s missed his chance, that he let fear overrule everything else.

He doesn’t say anything else. He just grips the doorknob in his sweaty hand and opens the door for Eddie. He watches Eddie as he steps out of their apartment for the last time, watches as Eddie walks down the hallway. When he reaches the stairs, Eddie turns for one last look.

“See you around, Harrington,” he says. There’s no smile on his face. He stares for a long moment before he takes the first step downward. A second later, he’s gone.

Steve stands in his doorway for a long time after that, eyes trained on the last place where he’ll ever see Eddie Munson.

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Hawkins, Indiana Summer 1995

Steve is still staring down into the center of the world when the earth starts to shake. It feels so familiar when it starts that he’s almost resigned to it. The rain starts then too, heavy and hot. It feels like burning blood when it hits the skin of his face and his bare arms in his t-shirt. Steve looks up into the sky, squinting against the water pouring down, but he sees nothing. It’s all black, only darkness. It makes the crack through the center of the world glow impossibly brighter.

Steve’s got hiking boots on, which offer more traction than his sneakers. He manages to stay upright, for the most part, as the ground beneath him continues to quake.

But then he hears it. It’s the voice from his dreams, the one he’s tried not to examine too closely. It’s coming from the center of the world, the gash spread out in front of him. Steve swallows thickly, feels saliva pool in his mouth. There’s a painful lump in his throat, his chest feels hollow, and his fingertips ache where his grips his nail bat so tightly he think it might snap in half.

The voice calls out and that’s when the earth starts to shift, tilting sideways, and Steve has nothing but his nail bat to hold on to. His feet slide against the pavement until he’s there, just on the edge of the center of the world. The ground tips again, pushing him over the edge. With his nail bat in one hand and the other scrambling against the slippery wet pavement, Steve Harrington dangles above the burning red center of the world. The heat envelops him, humid and oppressive, until he can’t breathe. He holds on, tight, his fingernails cracking against the sparkling asphalt.

“Steve,” Eddie Munson’s voice calls to him from the crack in the world. “Steve, come find me.”

And then Steve falls.

part four part five AO3 link

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Oop okay well inspiration strikes again! I think I have an idea for two more parts for this lil guy :) Thank you to everyone who reblogged and commented on the last two parts!! I appreciate it so much and it encouraged me to think a lil deeper abt this story, so thank you so much for all your kind words.

Btw if you like the vibes of this, my multi-chapter fic “sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it was mine)” is written in the same style (nonlinear narrative, future fic, post-breakup; I think that one is less depressing though and has a happy ending! (not sure how this will end yet, sorry!)).

Taglist (I hope I got everyone, sorry if I missed you! also sorry if I tagged you mistakenly): @starlight-archer @sly-bananabread @eddiemunsonswife @renaissan-vvitch @gamerdano @n0-1-important @orangeandthefairroadkill @hollysimone @grtwdsmwhr @spkdnailbats @fabledanzel @and-say

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zukkaoru · 2 months

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the disparity in kudos between a skk fic and a fic for literally any other bsd characters/ship :/

#like okay i get it skk is the most popular bsd ship by a longshot #but it does kinda suck that my skk fics will always end up being more popular than literally anything else i write for bsd #when i have way better fics tbh #okay i'm unleashing this from my drafts lol #like i get it kudos/hits/bookmarks counts aren't telling of how good a fic is #but out of my last five fics. my skk one has ONE HUNDRED kudos more than the next most kudos #and idk it also sucks that i know my skk is better than 90% of the fandom but. even my skk fics get significantly less kudos/etc #than big writers in the fandom who AREN'T EVEN GOOD #or are like. mid at best #i know in theory that the bsd fandom doesn't care about characterization but like. not only do they encourage bad characterization #it feels like sometimes they're actively against good characterization #even in j.jk and a.tla where there are major issues with bad characterization #more people seem to at least appreciate the good characterization. (even if they aren't good at it themselves.)#but i swear to god no one in the bsd fandom cares about anything besides whether dazai and chuuya are kissing. it begins and ends there.#it never ceases to amaze me (derogatory) how a fandom where the source media draws So Much inspiration from classic literature #can somehow have NEGATIVE media literacy skills #why don't you guys take a break from your edgy dazai x softboy chuuya fics and you fems.kk with dazai in skimpy clothes and your #beast chuuya sobbing and killing himself over dazai's death #and go read some of the books by the actual authors. and then write me an essay about the themes that has nothing to do with shipping.#and THEN you can come back to the fandom.#listen i love skk but oh my god sometimes the fandom makes me hate them.#anyway one of these days i'm going to get anon hate for complaining about the bsd fandom so much but that's fine #at least i know there are characters in the show besides dazai and chuuya. and when i do write skk AT LEAST I DO IT RIGHT.#hello grace here

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merakiui · 1 year

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thinking about how one of beidou’s teapot lines is her inviting the traveler on a journey across the sea, and her rough estimate of how long such a voyage will take is about one and a half years.

just imagine being trapped on the alcor for one and a half years with yandere!kazuha, who loves you to the moon and back and cherishes you with the most adoring, suffocating form of love, all while beidou looks on and happily encourages the lovebirds. it’s even better if kazuha has persuaded you to join him on the journey. your first mistake was agreeing, for now you have nowhere to run to when it becomes clear that his love for you is quite unhealthy.

what’s more is that he’s always so polite and kind. you can feel frustrated when his hand entwines with yours when you stand on the deck and gaze at the vastness of the sky above or when he has breakfast prepared for you every morning, but you can’t truly hate him because he never gives you any reason to hate him. he’s pure-hearted in all that he does. he’d never hurt you. he’ll always bestow the loveliest of compliments to you. you’re his love, his muse, his sweetheart.

even if you’re averse to him for the first months of the journey, you’ll come to accept him eventually. a year and a half is plenty of time to erode the barriers you’ve put up. and soon you might even come to welcome him into your quarters. there’s only so much space on the alcor, after all. kazuha won’t overstep his boundaries, but if you’re too inebriated to make the distinction clear as he guides you back to your room... you’ll wake in his embrace the next morning, and he has diligently looked after and cared for you throughout the night. he hopes you might do the same if he ever gets drunk. though that’s a side he’d rather not show you often. it’s not exactly the most romantic thing in the world if he’s stumbling around or belting out incoherent lines of poetry at the moon.

if you try to escape when the ship finally docks at a port, kazuha will find you. you can’t forget his impeccable sense of smell. he has your scent memorized. it’s practically carved into him at this point. he’s spent more than enough time with you to be able to differentiate your scent in a crowd of hundreds. besides, what are you even escaping from? he’s not monstrous. he’s not frightening. he’s just sweet, compassionate kazuha, a man devoted solely to his beloved.

#meraki mumbles #yandere kaedehara kazuha #i was going to pen yandere scara thoughts but kazuha is on my mind hehe #i need to thirst over god scara and his robot... something about him in that large mech... orz ;;;;;#many many thoughts >:)#also consider: kazuha has baby-trapped you and now you're stuck on a voyage #that could last one and a half years at least (perhaps even longer)#and beidou is so happy and encouraging throughout the entirety of the pregnancy #no one believes you when you try to explain that kazuha's trapped you in this situation #because they just think he's a sweetheart who is in love and wants to start a family <3 #it's a perfect image he can uphold with ease #after all loving you and doting on you comes so naturally because everything he says and does comes from the heart

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