#NOODLE WAIT

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

rough day...

#i might come back and color this. Eventually.... #scribbled this after a busy day of lots of moving things into storage and hauling boxes around #i felt a bit like a workhorse! #at some point i sat down on the uhaul w/ my water and thought. Wow. How Does Eddie Manage #poor guy deserves a break... #he needs a day off smh #i mean the neighborhood would fall apart w/o him probably but still. he needs a vacation! #he works too hard! someone tell him to prioritize himself for once! #scribble garnish #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home fanart #eddie dear #alrighty well its 12 am i need to get up in less than 6 hours and i still have Several Things To Do before i can sleep! #so! queuing this and getting those last chores done #wait fuck. what where they #well! i'll remember when i get up to do them! probably! #yknow 7 hours into tomorrow's drive im gonna be like OH FUCK I FORGOT THE [insert task here] #oh. shit did i eat dinner? hm... im not gonna be ready for breakfast when i wake up #so i might as well add 'quick cup of noodles' onto tonight's Before-Sleep list.... #im rambling! sorry! #anyway i have Much affection for eddie! somebody get him a spa day and some shiny new stamps!!!

[noodlebox-bird]

LAVI MENTION!! 🍾

#i'll fucking take it it's been 14 years #dgm #noodle doodle #lavi #lavi bookman #dgrayman #d gray man #with there weren’t 500 ways to type this title LMAO #i was going to wait till i had other sketches but whatever he’s cute #this doesnt count as spoilers for 251 does jt #lavi dgrayman

[ladyofthenoodle]

It doesn't take long after repairing the miraculous to find out what happened to the butterfly.

Marinette doesn’t take the bracelet to Luka right away after she fixes it.

Maybe she should have—maybe Luka would have been a better candidate to tell Adrien. He’s good with words, after all, and at staying calm in the face of other's despair.

Marinette is neither of those things.

She's especially not those things with Adrien.

But she can't bear to tell Luka first—she hasn't even told Chat Noir yet.

At first, she'd planned to keep Gabriel's secret. He'd asked her to, his dying wish, and she'd still been haunted by the nightmare of Adrien sobbing over his father's ashes. She'd wanted to protect him.

But over time, she'd started to have doubts.

Gabriel hadn't been a good father.

She'd see the statue in the park and think, doesn't Adrien deserve to know the truth?

But then she'd see Adrien laughing in the sunshine, and think, doesn't he deserve to be happy?

So here she is, standing in his room, wielding the snake miraculous alongside her own.

His gaze rakes over her costume, taking it in, before landing on her wrist. She could pinpoint the exact moment of realization by the fear that flashes in his eyes.

"That's not for me, is it?" He doesn't ask this every time—only the times when she doesn't speak first.

"No," she reassures him, and winces at the way his shoulders relax, knowing that what she'd come for was far worse than asking him to wield the snake again.

"Then why…?"

"I have to tell you something," Cobrabug explains. "And I'm not sure how to do it right. So I thought I could… practice?"

Adrien looks thoughtful. "Is this the first time?"

She shakes her head. "The 27th."

His thoughtful expression grows pained. "27 times, while you're wielding two miraculous?"

She waves him off. "I'm sure I'll get it right soon."

He nods.

And—miraculously—she does get it right, this time. All the words come out in the right order and they all make sense and she doesn't start crying.

His face is pale with shock, and Cobrabug is waiting with baited breath for his response, her hand poised to reset the clock.

Adrien opens his mouth to say something, but only a choked, strangled sound comes out.

That's when she notices the butterfly.

Dark, and glowing, and heading straight for Adrien.

Her heart plummets into her stomach.

The missing miraculous.

He notices it a second after she does, eyes flicking back to her in terror.

She reaches for her yo-yo, intent on purifying the akuma, but Adrien is faster.

“Don’t tell me again,” he says, and turns the bracelet on her wrist.

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

Cobrabug stands in Adrien's room, wielding the snake miraculous alongside her own.

His gaze rakes over her costume, taking it in, before landing on her wrist. She could pinpoint the exact moment of realization by the fear that flashes in his eyes.

"That's not for me, is it?"

"No," she reassures him. "Sorry to bother you. Just checking in."

#miraculous ladybug #ml recreation #miraculous fanfic #ladrien #noodles writes #why fix it when you can make it worse!!!!! #sorry everybody #yes lila waited until someone marinette loved was upset enough to be akumatized #she wanted to make her debut with a bang

[galactigatorr]

yay siblings !!!

#wait sry for the reupload i had to fix something #noodle gorillaz #2d gorillaz #stuart pot #gorillaz #my art

[zaacoy]

freenoodles request!! Tang smoochin his husband on the snout and Pigsy getting extremely flustered!! (I love these old gays so much they are my fathers actually) ((real)).

he caught him off guard

Here are your dads, thank you for your request!! Very cute concept to draw out thank you very very much :D !

Small bonus! heeheehoo :3c

#heehee them <3 #Threw a small hc into this!!: #Even if they do live together they very rarely get to the restaurant at the same time #Be it because Tang has to go to work somewhere else or because he refuses to wake up at 8 am with pigsy every day to open shop- either work #They've worked out a schedule/times that Tang comes in and Pigsy keeps a close eye on the clock every day waiting for him #He also probably prepares a spare bowl of noodles just for him a few minutes before he should get there #Got to make sure husband is safe!! and well fed!!!! #Also the hc that they both get kind of flustered by sudden unexpected affection from the other especially in public #They are very husbands your honor this is my testimony #lmk pigsy #lmk tang #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #freenoodleshipping #lmk freenoodles #It is 2 am and my brain is refusing to word smart sorry if any of these tags are worded weird auaghh #He was late in the first place because he was brainstorming ways to fluster his husband just for funnsies #snout kiss proved to be very effective!! #Zaacoy art💫

[deadwooddross]

Inventory Commission, with a bonus Whole Entire Fella! Really felt like getting lost in the render sauce on this one, guess I was in the mood for Textures...and Skin. But I’m always in the mood for Skin Had to scrunch this down a bit to fit tumblr, so go wander in a slightly larger field of silky veins and aged fabric on PATREON if u like

#art #bodyhorror #monster #commission #i am not waiting for optimum posting times after noodling on this for like 30 hours i am IMPATIENT

[petra-dot-png]

Thought a lot about Song Machine today

#ouugh chalk tablet towers has me in a chokehold #Gorillaz #fanart tag #gorillaz fanart #song machine #noodle guitarist from gorillaz #noodle gorillaz #russel hobbs #2d gorillaz #stuart pot #stu pot #murdoc niccals #fursona #OC art #OC: Petra #combo petra and gorillaz wowza!! #i dont really post my doodly pages because they dont get any interaction but i do like this one today #i dont expect this one to do very good but. a gal can dream lol #wait why did i crop the image so weird. WHATEVAA

[da-shrimping-station]

some Lucifer headcanons and stuff (Part 1)

he initially didn't want a castle at first because anything ostentatious and fancy reminded him too much of Heaven

not to mention he's gotten pretty comfy w the lil cottagecore life the three of them got going

but nope, the other kings insist he has a castle of his own (and to also establish the capital for Paradise Lost)

he wanted to tell them he's fine without a castle but Mammon had already made up his mind, deciding that that'll be his welcoming gift for him and he and Satan are a few ways away, picking out a good spot for it

meanwhile, Levi and Beel ask him about potential nobles to serve him

he relented because Gamigin and Jjok looked so excited at the thought of living in a castle

Lucifer met Morax first, then Marbas, then Buer

man's got the voice of an angel (hehe) but rarely sings (he used to together with the seraphs but after the fall the desire to sing is almost nonexistent)

he also knows how to play a few instruments

one day he felt a bit nostalgic and started to absentmindedly sing while doing paperwork

he got carried away to the point he was singing loud enough that it can be heard outside his office and the windows

the devils who heard his singing wept (especially the nobles)

they declared that day a national holiday in Paradise Lost

Gamigin has a recording of the singing (that he sometimes listens to in secret)

oh crap there's a lot lmao gonna post part 2 the day after

#shrimpy rambling #what in hell is bad #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad? #what in “hell” is bad? #whb #whb lucifer #whb headcanons #typed this all out while waiting for my instant noodles to cool #queue queue train #🦐:ramblings

[timothvy]

alfreds not watching, do a kick flip in the house !!1!

#alfreds making chicken noodle soup actually #cuz tims sick #he knows hes in the hallway running his skateboard down the carpet but he's waiting until he's too comfortable to strike #dc comics #dc #dc comics fanart #tim drake #time drake fanart #my art

[mayakern]

me and my editor are making SUCH good headway with the spitfire edit and it is honestly killing me that i can’t share it with y’all bc it is so good!!!!!!!!

also obviously knock on wood but we’re hoping to have the first book (i.e. first half of legacy spitfire) edited and ready for submission in early 2024, hopefully by end of january but i don’t wanna get ahead of myself

#maya rambles #spitfire #this editing process has been mega cursed due to me n my editor playing hot potato w who was dealing w a health or family crisis #but fuck if the edit isnt good #its SO good yall!!!!!! #ugh im so excited #when ppl asked me before if they should read spitfire as is or wait for the edit i always noodled before bc tradpub just takes so damn long #but imo the edit is absolutely worth waiting for #im so pumped about it i love it so fucking much

[laundrybiscuits]

(Continued from Part 1)

Steve’s first thought is that he’s died and this is the afterlife, which makes no sense. But it makes a hell of a lot more sense than Eddie Munson, frozen in the doorway of the bar, staring at him.

Another patron pushes past Eddie, because he’s kind of blocking the entrance, and Eddie stumbles a little. It seems to shake him out of whatever stasis he’d been in, and he turns back towards the door.

Steve fucking vaults over the bar. Even lunging full speed, he barely manages to grab Eddie’s jacket in his fist.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls, dragging Eddie back inside. “I swear to god, Munson, I will track you down like it’s 1986 all over again.”

Eddie lets out a choked little laugh. “Okay, okay, Harrington. Cool your jets. I’m here, you got me.” 

His voice is a little different. Rougher, maybe. He still sounds like himself; he still looks like himself. 

Steve clamps a hand on the back of Eddie’s neck like he’s scruffing a cat, and hauls him stumbling along to the back room. “Taking my break, Laurie,” he calls on the way. It’s a slow night, and Laurie likes him. He’ll have as long as he needs to deal with the Eddie Munson Situation.

He lets go of Eddie once they’re in the back. He doesn’t want to. He can’t stop staring. The idea of Eddie has followed Steve around since he was 19. Having the flesh-and-blood guy in front of him is tripping him out. It’s like double vision, the way he sees Eddie and also all the Eddie-related thoughts he’s had over the years all at once, all crammed into one space. 

Eddie’s visibly uncomfortable, shifting his weight. His eyes are darting around like he’s scoping out exits. 

“I’m sorry,” he blurts out. 

“I don’t forgive you,” Steve says. It feels like the words are being scraped out of him with a butter knife.

“I…” Eddie hesitates. “Yeah, I get it. Okay, I’ll just. I’ll stay out of your way.”

Steve’s reaching out before he even realizes he’s moving, grasping tight at Eddie’s shirt like a child and crowding close. “No, no, I don’t want—you can’t do that again. You can’t leave again. You don’t get to fucking leave like that.” 

“Oh, Harrington,” says Eddie. He folds Steve into his arms, so carefully, and then Steve’s clinging to him, head tucked into his shoulder, shaking like a tornado. 

It’s fucked up, but this might actually be the first time they’ve ever touched in a deliberate kind of way, aside from the kind of shoulder-slaps and awkward jostling that teenage boys do when they don’t know how to be in each others’ space without it being some kind of fight. Steve doesn’t live like that anymore; he thinks nobody should have to live like that. Now, it’s so easy to curl into Eddie and soak up every little thing, the way his skin and hair smell a little bit like sweat and smoke, how all of him is here under Steve’s hands. 

Steve wants to crack open his own ribcage and stuff Eddie inside. 

The thought is so sudden and solid that it snaps him out of his little breakdown. He needs to stop thinking about Eddie as a defining moment of his youth and start thinking about him as someone who probably has plans for his life that don’t involve being clung to by Steve Harrington for all eternity. 

It’s just that he’s had his whole adult life to let the what-ifs and possibilities ferment in him, shaping who he is, and there’s just no way he can ever be even a little bit normal about Eddie.

He’s got to try, though. Steve pulls back and clears his throat. Eddie’s eyes flick down to where Steve can’t quite make himself let go of the grip he has on that stupid leather jacket, but Eddie doesn’t say a word. It might be a kindness, or Eddie might’ve just learned some tact in the last decade.

“So,” says Steve. “Explain.”

Eddie starts talking right away, no hesitation, like he’s been waiting to be asked.

“Okay, so, after everything went down, the feds took my body back and kept it for a couple years to run their creepy little tests on. Normal fucked-up government stuff. Got the shock of their lives when I started thrashing around all monster-y, very Night of the Living Dead. And then by the time they figured out I was, y’know, coming back, we figured it’d be kinder to just let you all get on with your lives. I wasn’t even talking like I was human for a few years, and by that time, the kids were practically done with high school, so. That was pretty much that.”

“How long,” says Steve. An awful image is starting to take shape behind his eyes.

“How long what?” Eddie tilts his head, looking confused.

“How long were you alone. How long were you locked up.”

“Oh. I dunno. Are we counting from, like, when my body first regained consciousness? Or when I first remembered who I was?”

“Either. Both.”

“A while, I guess. It really sucked, I’m not gonna lie. But…they didn’t even know I was me, so I can’t really blame them.” Eddie huffs out a croaky little laugh. “Harrington, you gotta understand. I didn’t know I was me. They basically had a wild animal of unknown demonic origin for their little menagerie, so they weren’t too psyched about me starting to be, like, a person who might possibly have rights again. I think I really messed up some of their research.” 

“I wish—they should’ve told us. They should’ve told—we would’ve helped. We would’ve done something.”

“It wasn’t so bad. Four walls and a roof, got my Fancy Feast twice a day.”

“Fucking hell, Eddie. How long have you been out? Wait, how long have you been in Chicago?”

“Not that long. They ran out of funding a few months ago, so now I’m kind of a tag-and-release deal. Wound up here a couple weeks ago, just trying to figure out what comes next.” 

So at least it's not like Eddie's been running around just existing in the world for years, and Steve missed it. He feels relieved, and then he fucking hates that he's relieved, because at least Eddie wouldn't have been a damn lab rat. 

He wants Eddie to be happy. he really does. He's just greedy, is all. He had all these scraps of Eddie that he hoarded jealously through the years, thinking there'd never be any more, and now it's overwhelming to be able to look and touch and breathe the same air. 

Steve just needs to keep remembering that Eddie's his own person. But maybe it's okay that he's going to be weird about Eddie, because Eddie is looking back, taking in whatever there is of Steve to take in. The glasses, maybe, or the earring. 

“What happened to you, Steve Harrington?” Eddie’s voice is quiet, like he’s talking to himself. Maybe he is.

“You did,” says Steve. 

Eddie looks up, almost cartoonishly surprised. His mouth actually drops open. 

“We weren’t friends or anything. You didn’t know me.” Even as he says it, Eddie’s wincing like he knows he’s wrong, or maybe just like he knows he's being cruel. He doesn’t take it back, though.

“Fuck you, Eddie. Christ. If you think it didn’t fucking kill me that you died, fuck you.” 

“You’re still kicking, ain’tcha?” But Eddie’s already jostling close. He’s like a cat, trying to comfort Steve by climbing all over him. 

It’s fucked up that Eddie is having to comfort Steve about his own death, when Steve’s had a whole life in the years when Eddie was lying alone on a government slab somewhere. He’s said yes and yes and yes to Robin, to chances, to the Eddie he’d carried around in his head like a song that won’t let you go. Steve went to London with Robin, and walked through Camden Market in the sunshine thinking Eddie would’ve loved this, all while Eddie was getting hooked up to monitors underground. Steve went dancing in Paris and kissed a beautiful man with dark, curly hair who spoke almost no English by the Seine, while Eddie was clawing his way back to humanity.

Steve’s had every good thing because of Eddie, because he wanted to live the kind of brave and colorful life that Eddie'd had stolen from him, and now Eddie’s rubbing his back gently and going, “Hey, it’s okay, it all worked out fine. You’re okay.”

“I grew my hair out for a while,” says Steve. 

Eddie audibly gasps, clutching at his heart and reeling dramatically. “Tell me there are photos, Harrington. You can’t just say that and not show me photos.”

“Yeah.” Steve finally lets go of Eddie’s jacket. “I can do that. Give me a second to talk to my boss and we’ll go see the photos.” 

He pauses before he opens the door. Eyes fixed firmly ahead, he says quietly: “Eddie. Um. You should know. If you pull another runner on me, I’m—I’m not gonna survive it, man. So just…promise you won’t leave without telling me first.”

“I won’t,” says Eddie. “Promise.”

(series tag)

#surprise! I've been noodling around with this one too #it is in fact going to get more of a continuation #tentative title is #fic: wait for the season to come back to me #I was like 'what if I named my future-vamp!eddie fic from a song I listened to in 2008 bc the band is called vampire weekend' #what if that. #I guess technically it's spoilers to say that eddie is a vamp but cmon. we all know the score here. #steddie

[averyshittyseal]

It's been a while since I posted something! But I couldn't help it, it's the end of May and we're going to say goodbye to Marmay in no-time! SO! There's this splendid artist @glass-noodle that's making a wonderful AU on Connor!Mermaid so... yeah! I HAD TO DRAW IT!!!

(Sorry for the quality i just... 🏳🏳🏳)

#connor rk800 #dbh connor #connor dbh #dbh hank #hank anderson #hankcon #hankcon au #mermaid #mermay #mermaid au #no really #go and see their work #I can't wait to see the update #👀 #glass-noodle #my art #not my au #dbh #detroit become human #hannor #conhank #hank x connor #gay

[totallynotagremlin]

@pittdpeaches

The update took over and i immediatly started doodling

I am frothing at the mouth over this stunning fic

GO READ THIS FIC HOLY FUCK ITSNCOMPLETLY TAKEN OVER

#lmk fanart #Spicy noodles #Redson #lmk mk #a garden across our collarbone #I am starring paitently waiting for the next update because that was fucking amazing and im defiantly not strangling my friend #They chucked it at me so its their fault #Ignore bald red he shall have hair evemtually #Mah little doodles #My art #Sketchs are very low quality uhhhhh i was lazy and didnt want to deal with making it look right

[brutalitybunny]

bitchy klav and loungy daryan

#ace attorney #klavier gavin #daryan crescend #And they were coworkers....(oh my god they were coworkers) #i loved the idea of a daryan who cant get on a scene for some reason and hes liek #(goes to klavier in 'mom i frew up' sort of way) #and just noodles on a guitar while he waits for klav to finish scolding them help.

[secondbeatsongs]

sometimes, adulthood is realizing that the only vegetables you have in the house are jalapenos, and that you won't be able to go grocery shopping 'til wednesday

#personal #also somewhat related #yes I've seen the new cup noodle flavor #yes I plan on buying a few of them #and honestly? they sound good to me #they sound delicious #no joke #can't wait

[verkomy]

what is your favorite soup?

#my mom made a potato soup recently and it was so good #but I have to go with rosół with my grandma’s noodles #and I really crave ogórkowa ze świderkami lately #and I can’t wait to eat barszcz for christmas #so many soups #I love soups #soup #favorite soup #text