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hattersarts · 6 months

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isobel & aylin commissions for @mxjinn !

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #aylin x isobel #isobel thorm #dame aylin #if ur wondering why you havent seen me draw more of them under my own steam its bc they're happy and canon #and besties u know i v rarely draw fanart of that #i loooovveee consuming it but i have nothing to add #bg3 spoilers

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akanemnon · 9 months

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Welcome to the underground

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

#deltarune #deltarune fanart #deltarune comic #comic #deltarune au #twin runes #twin runes au #undertale #crossover #utdr #my art #oh hey the comic's back #how does it even snow in the underground #magic i guess #kris is smiling #what an incredibly rare sight #they really just like magic #I wonder how Ralsei is doing...

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gatoiberico · 2 years

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thinking about how reigen saying mob's actual name is rarer than rare steak

#found out there's such a thing as BLUE rare steak #how rare can you go??#anyway comic time here we go #it's reminded me of what it's like to make something u think is funny only to wonder if it's really funny at all once u finish it #but u scream and post it anyway #SOMETIMES YOU WIN SOMETIMES YOU LOSE #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #elgatoiberico

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tangledinink · 6 months

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hey gang! me and some of the other creators i talk with have been getting some not-so-fun messages and comments lately, so in wake of both that and the fact that i'm starting my new job soon and will likely be posting less for a bit while i'm adjusting... here's a quick, friendly reminder!

#ft. my rarely seen turtlesona lmao #most of y'all are WONDERFUL and i appreciate y'alls support <3 but!#comments/asks pestering me about updates will get deleted and moving forward may also get you blocked #obviously not every creator is the same and not everyone has the same boundaries! but! as a general guide #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #tmnt 2k18 #artists on tumblr #small artist #artwork #fidgetwing

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webshootersandwingdings · 2 months

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Still cannot believe this mistake wasn’t caught by anyone 😭 🦁

Batman/Superman: World’s Finest

#dick grayson #boy wonder #lions #batman/superman: world's finest #dc comics #dc comic art #comics #comic book art #comic books #travis moore #dc comics art #comic art #a rare maned female or editor incompetence? you decide!

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howlsnteeth · 1 month

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make it real 'cause anything's better than the way i feel right now

#hi i wanted to fuck around visually and did so <3 #cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl fanart #ascensionism by sleep token #blood #which i rarely tag but i mean this is a little more than usual #but yeah listen to that line being screamed in the song #purposefully made lamb's teeth fucked up because turning into a monster of a vessel #after a life of being a lamb #teeth that don't fit. horns that grow wrong. scars that either fade immediately or don't at all. bleeding from eyes. black bile #no wonder others saw narinder falling apart physically with that crown as a warning sign #anyway enjoy :>

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manonspook · 3 months

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smittenzai at it again

good lord is he pretty

A RARE 22YO DAZAI THO, MAKE CELEBRATIONS I DREW SMTH THAT WASNT FROM THE 15 ERA!!!!

it has a fun detail which i zoomed in ;]

enjoy <3

#bsd fanart #fanart #art #bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #skk #if you’re wondering why chuuya is in the tags #or skk #its cuz he’s the reflection shown on the closeup #im super smart/jk #ada dazai #no cuz that is a rare tag for me to use holy hell #soukoku #skk fanart #bsd skk

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lovesick-joey · 5 months

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i just think they're cute

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flowercrowngods · 6 months

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for prompt tag!

28. i'm just getting comfy (would love if this was established relationship/domestic fluff.. perhaps one of them is sick in this... idk)

but also take your time 🫡🫂

in which steve is sick but that won't stop soft boys hours

When Eddie hears the sound of fuzzy sock-clad feet dragging over the hardwood floor, accompanied by a sniffle or two, he drops the book he's reading onto his chest, exasperated by his restless boyfriend who refuses to stay in bed after Eddie tucked him in — again! Ready to give him A Look and tell him to get back to bed, because whatever it is he needs, Eddie can and will get it for him, Just go back to bed, Stevie.

But whatever words were on the tip of his tongue even just a second ago have disappeared at seeing Steve – the same way that they always used to when they've only been dating for a few months. Instead of giving him anything remotely like A Look, Eddie grins, and instead of exasperated, all he feels is immeasurably fond. Endeared. Fucking enamoured.

Because Steve, in all his pale, sniffly-nosed glory, is standing in the doorway to the living room, blinking against the sunlight streaming in through the windows, painting everything golden and bringing colour back to him, too. But it's not the way the light catches on his skin that makes Eddie fall in love all over again in what Robin would describe the most pathetic way possible, no.

The thing that makes Eddie want to propose on the spot, in sickness and in health, is the fact that Steve is wearing Eddie's woollen hat. The one Joyce knitted for him with thick, soft, dark brown wool a few Christmases ago, with two distinctive bat ears sticking up.

God, where did Steve even unbury that?

And what business does he have looking so absolutely fucking adorable wearing it? His glasses are askew, the hair sticking out from beneath the hat is tousled and greasy, and the bags under his eyes are stark against his sickly pale skin that makes his nose shine red.

Eddie is about to die with how much he loves him. It’s like a scream lodged in his throat that he cannot let out, an urge that grows evermore to let the whole world know, to not rest until the last person knew about his endless, endless, endless love for this angel of a man.

In sickness and in health. It is there, residing in the back of his head, and he almost says it out loud — but Stevie would kill him if Eddie proposed to him because of a stupid woollen hat with bat ears (Sorry, Robbie).

“Baby,” he breathes instead, miraculously keeping a hold of his heart in this wave of affection that overcame him so suddenly. “You good? Everything okay?”

“Mhmm,” Steve hums, though it’s more of a growl with how rough his voice is. He wipes at his face, almost nudging his glasses off his nose, and Eddie can’t keep in the chuckle that bubbles out of him.

He’s about to get up off the couch and wrap the angel with bat ears in his arms, just because he can, but then Steve is already approaching him, the blanket thrown around his shoulders dragging on the floor just as much as his feet. There is something so young about Steve when he’s sick, something so vulnerable and raw that makes Eddie want to latch onto him and never let go. Protect him from the evil germs and the headaches they bring. It’s dumb. Stupid, really.

Eddie doesn’t even try to fight it as he sits up and holds out his arms for Steve to fall into. He brushes kiss after kiss to his overheated skin as Steve cuddles into him, burying his face in Eddie’s neck and his hands underneath his shirt.

They hum in unison, finding a sound for serenity.

“That’s my hat,” Eddie says after a while, breathing in his sick angel and feeling him melt in his arms.

“Our hat,” Steve mumbles into his skin. "My turn to be Batman."

Eddie laughs, wrapping his arms tighter around him, giving in to the urge to hold, the urge to never let go. “You’re ridiculous, d’you know that?”

“I did know that,” Steve says, and he somehow manages so sound proud of that.

“Good, just making sure,” Eddie remarks, hiding his own grin in Steve’s cheek, nosing along his temple and the edge of the hat. After a moment of silence that they spend just holding onto each other, he murmurs, “You need anything?”

Steve shakes his head, winding his arms tighter around Eddie’s shoulders and leans into him; it takes him a moment to catch up with Steve, but eventually he lets himself fall backwards so they’re lying flat on the couch.

“What are you doing, hm?” he asks, reaching for the blanket that has pooled around Steve’s legs and pulls it up again, wrapping it around his shoulders properly again.

“I’m just getting comfy,” Steve rumbles, slowly and sluggishly wiggling and twisting on top of him until he stills with a satisfied hum that sounds a lot like a smile.

“Good?”

Another hum, affirmative this time, as Steve buries his cold fingers underneath Eddie’s body. “You’re warm.”

“And you have a fever.”

“Hmm. Still.”

It makes him grin again, makes him want to burst and scream and cry and laugh endlessly.

“Ridiculous,” he says again, no louder than a whisper, and Steve turns his head to press a kiss to the centre of Eddie’s chest. It’s as much of a No, you as Eddie’s going to get, and he cherishes it with everything he has.

“I like that,” Steve says, half asleep by the sound of it.

Eddie reaches for Steve's glasses and places them on the coffee table, and tucks the hat back over his ears. When no elaboration follows, asks, “You like what, angel?”

“That. Your voice. Feels nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.”

“Want me to read to you? I think you might like this book, actually.”

Another hum, another kiss — to his heart this time. “I like everything about you.”

“That’s what I wanna hear,” Eddie laughs, reaching for the battered copy of Momo that’s been one of his favourites since Wayne brought it home on a rainy night in ’85 and Eddie stayed up all night devouring it.

“At the edge of the city,” he starts reading the blurb, to give Steve an idea what this is about and let him decide if he wants to listen in or just feel the rumbling of Eddie’s voice in his chest, “in the ruins of an old amphitheatre, there lives a little homeless girl called Momo. Momo has a special talent which she uses to help all her friends who come to visit her. Then one day the sinister men in grey arrive and silently take over the city. Only Momo has the power to resist them, and with the help of Professor Hora and his strange tortoise, Cassiopeia, she travels beyond the boundaries of time to uncover their dark secrets.”

Steve doesn’t react, but Eddie can feel that he’s not quite asleep yet, so he opens the book and starts reading from the beginning that he almost knows by heart. Somewhere on page seven, Steve takes to playing with Eddie’s hair, carding slow fingers through the strands in the gentlest way that is almost enough to distract him. Switching the book from one hand to another as his arms get heavy from the position he’s holding the book, he always has one hand drawing idle patterns underneath the blanket, between Steve’s shoulder blades.

It’s a slow afternoon as the sun sets on them, painting them in golden hues of orange and rose. Once he’s sure Steve is asleep and the living room too dark to keep reading, Eddie puts down the book and sneaks his arms under the blanket, wrapping them loosely around Steve’s shoulders to follow him into dreamland.

hope this lives up to what you had in mind! 🫶

#steddie #steddie fic #sickfic #sick steve harrington #soft eddie munson #i feel like it's so rare for a prompt to vibe with me kjshd but this one was wonderful thank you nonnie! 🤍#does this even qualify as sick fic if all they are is smitten and ridiculous?#pls i need steve in a woollen hat with bat ears okay #dio words

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sianmary-illustrates · 2 years

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