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morganski-19 · 8 months

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Things I Won't Say When I'm Sober: The Final Part

part 1, part 5

Steve is standing on Eddie’s porch, trying not to freak out. The nerves have been buzzing ever since the phone call ended. He could barely sleep but forced himself to try because he couldn’t think straight. Eddie probably couldn’t either, probably can’t even now. But Steve can’t wait any longer, so Eddie’s just going to have to deal with it while being hungover.

Just getting into his car to drive here this morning made Steve so nervous he almost didn’t come at at. Having to face the drunken words that Eddie whispered into the phone last night is frightening. Especially since he might not even have meant to say it, might not even remember it.

Steve has only seen Eddie drunk a few times. All of it has been like it was last night, slurring words and overly affectionate. If Steve was there next to him, Eddie would have been lying across him in some sort of way, just getting as close to Steve as he possibly could. Some of those times, Eddie would say something that he didn’t remember the next morning, but would own up to it in the morning, cause it came out of his mouth so it must have been true. Drunk words being sober thoughts and all that.

The thing is though, the words Eddie spoke didn’t feel like drunk words. Sure he was drunk, but Eddie said it so softly that it sounded like he meant it. There wasn’t any slurring, no messing up or taking any breaks. He knew what he was saying, just needed the confidence to do so.

For some reason, that was what Steve scared the most. He was prepared to deal with it being a joke, that Eddie was just messing with him because he was wasted. He was prepared for Eddie to take it all back and run away from his feelings and they would just go back to normal.

What scared him though was if Eddie admitted it. Admitted that he meant what he said and he does like Steve back. He wants something more and hopes to god that Steve wants it too. He doesn’t think Steve likes him back, so he’d be scared and hope that they could still be friends after this. The same fear that has crushed Steve since he realized too.

Admitting it to him isn’t what scared him though, what happens after does. Would they give this a try? Would it work? Or would it all come crumbling down like the last time Steve was in love?

Steve isn’t in love with Eddie, not yet. But he can tell that given the chance, he could. And he knows that that love could be really good. The type of love you know could last forever, but when it doesn’t it leaves you shattered. Steve doesn’t want to shatter again. He knows that Eddie has the capability to do it though. The feelings that he has for the other man are just too much for him to handle.

With a shaky hand, Steve knocks on the door. He has to get this over with, has to know. Can’t walk away without knowing if he meant it. If the words whispered so quietly that Steve could barely hear are true.

The door creaks open as Steve is met with Eddie in his pajamas, squinting at the sunlight. “Hey, Steve,” he says, almost defeated.

“Hey, can I come in?”

“Can’t say that I’ll be the best company, but sure.” After Steve walks into the trailer, Eddie lets the door slam shut before walking over to the couch and faceplanting with a long groan.

“Tough night?” Steve asks, acting innocent.

Eddie turns his head to the side to glare at Steve. “Take a look in the trash can.”

Lifting up the lid, Steve finds a pile of beer bottles. “Yeah, sounds about right. You eat yet?”

“No, been trying not to throw up.”

“I’m making you some food,” Steve concludes, already opening the fridge. He expects Eddie to protest, but he says nothing.

He starts the coffee pot before cracking some eggs into a pan. Eddie slumps off of the couch before slinking over to the counter, taking a seat when Steve plates the eggs.

“Thanks,” he mutters as Steve slides the plate in front of him. Steve pours coffee into a mug and adds sugar and creamer before placing that in front of Eddie as well.

He washes the dishes as Eddie eats in silence. When Eddie finishes the eggs, he washes that plate too.

“So,” Steve starts, not exactly knowing how to finish. “You called me last night.”

Eddie hangs his head. “Yeah,” he presses his fingertips into his eye, “Yeah I did.”

“You remember what you said?” Steve asks, heart beating fast.

He shakes his head, ashamed. “Yeah, shit.” Eddie braces his elbows on the counter and holds his head in his hands. “I do.”

“Ok.” Steve doesn’t quite know how to move on.

“Did you, did you hear everything?” Eddie says, muffled by his hands.

Steve crosses his arms and leans against the sink. “I think I did.”

“Shit, I’m too hungover for this conversation.” Eddie continues to hide in his hands, hiding his expression from Steve.

“I can go if you want.” He doesn’t want to, but seeing Eddie struggling to face this is enough to push him away.

Eddie shakes his head, pulling himself out of his hands and chugging the rest of the coffee. “No, no. As much as I hate it, I said what I said and I’m sure you have questions. I would rather get it over with than prolong the inevitable. I’m going to go get changed, and then we’ll. Fuck, we’ll talk about it.”

He gets up without looking at Steve, shutting the door to his bedroom softly behind him. Steve walks out of the kitchen, running his hands through his hair. Eddie remembers what he said, and it sounds like he means it. Disbelief fills Steve, unable to even think that is the truth. He crosses his arms, trying to not pace around the room waiting for Eddie to come out.

When he does, he walks back to the living room, nervously playing with a piece of his hair. “So,” he says, looking at Steve.

“So.”

“Um. So I heard the last part of the conversation you had with Robin that morning,” Eddie starts.

Steve nods. “Yeah, you said that.”

Eddie crosses his arms. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, just happened. Thin walls and all. I-I want you to know that I don’t have a problem with it. I’m sorry that you didn’t get to tell me on your own terms, but you didn’t know I was gay, which I am by the way, so I understand how scary that has been for you.”

“Thank you. For the apology and for telling me.”

“I was going to tell you eventually, just didn’t know when to say it.”

Steve clears his throat. “How much exactly did you hear?”

“That you haven’t felt like this in a while. Then Robin asked if you were sure that he didn’t like you back, which revealed that you like guys and that you were sure he didn’t. Which is stupid by the way, whoever you like is dumb for not liking you back.”

The irony in that statement almost makes Steve smile. “You said that too. More detailed though.”

“Yeah,” Eddie’s jaw clenches. “Yeah, I know. Just so I know, you don’t have to say, but do you still like, you know?”

“Yeah, I still like girls. I like both. Don’t really know what it means though.”

“That’s ok. You can always figure out if you want to label that later but-.” Eddie breaks eye contact with Steve again. “Did you hear what I said right before I hung up?”

How could Steve not, those words have been floating around his head all night. “Yes, I did.”

“Fuck,” Eddie exhales, hiding his face in his hands again and walking in a circle. “So you know.”

“Know what, Eddie?” As much as he would love to give Eddie a break, he needs to hear the words in order to actually believe them.

Eddie faces him again, arms falling to his sides. He looks defeated, upset, opening his mouth up and closing it again. Until he says, “That I like you.”

“You like me,” Steve says, breath punched out of his lungs.

“That is what I said,” Eddie nods.

Steve walks over to Eddie and grabs him by the arms. “You, Eddie Munson, like me, Steve Harrington?”

“Yes, Steve, I do.”

He needs to hear it, craves to hear it again and again until his brain chooses to believe it. “Really. You really like me?”

“Yes,” Eddie says annoyed. “How many times do I have to tell you? If you have a problem with it just tell me and I’ll piss off and-”

Eddie can’t finish his sentence before Steve lets himself make a stupid decision, finally doing what he wants and kisses him. Grabbing Eddie’s head with both hands without thinking and pulls him in, pressing their lips together awkwardly as Eddie is still talking. Eddie’s surprised at first, but quickly starts to kiss back. Wrapping an arm around Steve’s back and cupping his cheek with the other.

They break before coming back together again, Steve’s hands sliding back into Eddie’s hair. He can’t believe that it’s really happening, that this is something that’s even real. The flutter in his heart is the only thing reminding him that he’s still awake. That this isn’t some dream but reality.

He thinks that it’s stupid that he wasted so much time being scared about this. That he almost walked away before he knocked, risking leaving this behind. Sure he’s scared. These feelings he has for Eddie are real and they go deep. Deeper feelings than he’s had with any of his other first kisses. But right now, that doesn’t matter. Right now, Eddie’s kissing him back, showing him he wants this too. That he’s as happy that Steve kissed him as Steve is.

Steve’s scared, a part of him always will be. There’s always the chance that this won’t work out, that he’ll end up shattered again. But right now, that doesn’t matter. Some risks are worth taking when they make you feel like this.

Eddie breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against Steve’s. When he opens his eyes, the first thing Steve sees is Eddie’s smile, and he can’t help but smile back.

“So,” Steve starts, giggling. “You are the guy that I like, if you couldn’t tell.”

Eddie laughs. “I sure hope I was. You don’t kiss people like that if you don’t like them. At least I hope not.”

“I do though,” Steve says, running his thumb across Eddie’s cheek, because he can. “I really do like you.”

“Well good. Cause I really like you, Steve.” Eddie kisses him again, shorter this time, but sweeter. “I was so scared that I ruined everything last night.”

Steve shakes his head. “You didn’t. Honestly, if you hadn’t called, this probably wouldn’t have happened. I was so scared that you would have found out and that would have ruined it.”

“It wouldn’t have. What I said was right, whoever you liked would have been stupid for not liking you back. And I’m a lot of things but apparently stupid isn’t one of them.”

“No, you’re not.” Steve kisses him again, bringing him as close as possible.

He’s happy, the worries and stresses evaporated as if they were never there. All that is left is him and Eddie, together. It doesn’t matter what they are, or what they’re going to be. Not right now at least. All that matters is that he’s here. He might not have been the one to say it first, but who cares? Eddie likes him back, and Steve told him he likes him too. Something so simple but so hard at the same time.

But more importantly, this doesn’t feel wrong to him anymore, it feels like the most right thing he’s ever done.

full will be on ao3 later tonight Thanks to all of you who followed along, hope you enjoyed the story. This was my first time doing a story that was posted weekly on tumblr and not ao3 and I really enjoyed it. I will definitely be doing this a lot more. Thank you once again to @imfinereallyy for the post that inspired this piece.

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chevvy-yates · 11 months

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⚠️ READ: Please do not repost/reupload any of my art here or to any other platform, or I will be forced to do anything to get it annihilated.

Vanessa belongs to @gloryride. 💖 Ryder belongs to me. 🖤

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The last mirror selfy was the first pic I took out of all the previous sets I've posted. So it brought everything into rolling. I didn't feel content with using mirror selfie vp so I proceeded to take that story instead where Vanessa is taking a pic of Ry to get used to this phone posing stuff. I know the first and last pics should be mirrored but I'l just pretend the phone changed it after the pic was taken. :P I wanted to take pics in another spot (the one in pic 2n and 3rd) but it didn't work there either, so I just kept doing what I've always do: just simple portrait VP — only I started trying out the carrying pack. I think it's cute that Ry carryies Vanessa <3 I prented they had a mini shoot Vanessa booked, to take pics together all in pink! So that's what Ry's whole pink outfit was for in the first place. And to everyone's surprise Ry starts to feel better as well. He must have had some fun and probably ignored away that he's still wearing pink xD The last mirror selfie has captured him looking content enough now. I mean it is Vanessa he spent some time with! She's such a good company to have around! <3

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night-market-if · 2 years

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Paper Lanterns Part 30

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This is the final part to Paper Lanterns. There will be a small companion piece after this, to tie this and the Night Market IF together in a way. The MC's name (cannon MC) will be dropped in this part. Also, there needs to be a warning for this part. If you do not care about warnings, go ahead and read. If you are someone triggered, please the last tag in this post and read at your discretion.

Winner of the last vote was choice 2 and 3 in a tie

You step forward, placing yourself between the Baron and Malcolm and Hazel. This was your fight. You had been the one foolish enough to be manipulated, and you were not about to let the two people you loved most in this world, suffer the consequences. The Baron knew this. Probably always had. The way her grin stretched at your actions told you that this was what she had hoped for from the very beginning.

“We can figure this out,” you said, holding your hands in the air in surrender. Take it nice and easy. Nice and slow. “You got a Gatekeeper here. We can find a world. One that can sustain your people.”

She quirked a brow at you. “So easy to offer the lives of strangers, isn’t it?”

You grit your teeth. When the choice was between here or somewhere else, you were finding you didn’t care. Here was what mattered. Here was where Hazel was making a life, creating a business she loved. Finally, gaining confidence after being beaten down for so long. Here was where Malcolm wandered the streets, his smile easy. So much easier than what it had been when you were children, back when he was still born inside a body he hated, living the life of the little girl his mother wanted him to be instead of who he truly was. Now, he walked with purpose. The anger having melted away a long time ago to be replaced with broad shoulders and a look that made you weak in the knees.

Here was your home. For the first time in forever, you could admit it. Here was the place you were meant to be. And you would protect it.

“You want to take the deal or not?” you ask, your stomach rolling with fear.

The Baron walked forward, delight on her face. She was shorter than you and as she came toe to toe, she popped upwards, her fetid breath heating your face. “No,” she said.

Behind you, Malcolm moved. “I’m calling the council,” he said.

“I wouldn’t do that.” Outside, the windows blacked out. Faces, pale and full of pointed teeth, were looking in.

“We’re done,” Malcolm said. “You want access to the gates, fine. I give it over to all of you. But controlled. This was never something that should have been given to one person alone.”

“It wasn’t,” she agreed. “But the Night Market deemed it so. Therefore, who are we to squash tradition.”

“So there’s no negotiating?” Malcolm asked.

“Of course not,” she tittered. “Did you ever think there was?”

You looked at her, dropping your palms. “No. Which is why we had you come here.”

From the second floor, something began to rumble. While the Baron was dancing and playing her game, Hazel had slowly made her way up the iron stairs, curling herself into something small and unseen. Hazel was often forgotten and for once, it was to your advantage. From the second story, you could see her. Her arms were rising slowly in the air, her eyes pitch block with green flames flickering vividly inside. Her hair and skirts rose, the world around her becoming weightless as she was lifted from the ground, a hex rumbling from her lips.

For the first time, the Baron looked scared.

You rushed forward then, grabbing the Baron by the waist and forcing her backwards to the floor. She screamed, her cries ear splitting just as the door burst open and the vampires came rushing in. Bottles began to shatter around you, noxious fumes rising in the air as the contents fell to the floor, burning through the wood. The screams began to sound louder and louder, filling the room with piercing wails that rattled the foundation of the shop. Hazel’s head snapped back, the words coming from her throat guttural and deep.

Then the ash began to spin.

Dozens of vampires stood around you, motionless, their bodies vibrating and still as stone as their insides began to shake apart. Blood poured from their eyes, their nose. Black putrid sludge as their organs liquified into something foul. And then they started to crumble. One by one their faces slid from their skull before their bones rattled into dust and all that was left was ash that swirled up into the air, twisting together in one long braid that shot towards a little garden gnome that sat on the front counter.

Malcolm stood by it, twirling a key in his hand. When him and the Baron locked eyes, he slammed the key to the floor.

The gnome rattled and shook before exploding into a thousand shards. All of which formed into a shimmering door. A gate. Now open. And one in which Hazel sent the remains of the vampires through.

You looked down at the Baron. “You're next,” you said.

Murder colored her cheeks, her youthful face now twisted into something batlike and cruel. Red eyes soaked in blood, an elongated jaw and a flat nose with two slits. Her nails grew long and curved and the incisors of her teeth stretched through her now cracked lips. Opening her mouth, she screamed and lunged for you.

You were prepared for the attack but not for the strength. Not with the way your side was still healing. She lashed out at you, connecting with the recently closed wound. Above, you could hear Hazel thud to the ground, the hex taking its toll. It would be up to you and Malcolm to shove this Baron through the door.

Rolling on the ground, you tried to hold your own. You could see Malcolm rushing towards you, and you knew that if he reached you, the two of you could do this. This could all be over. You had been so stupid. So so stupid. And you planned to tell him that. How irrational you had acted this past year. You never should have let him go. You never should have let him walk away from you. You…

Your side split in pain as the Baron dug her nails into you and the wet and sticky feel of blood soaked your tunic. You screamed, crying out in both pain and surprise as you felt her long talons wiggling inside you.

She was bent over you, laughing, her eyes bright and shining as she breathed so close to your face, ready to sink her fangs in you. But then Malcolm was there, ripping her away and leaving you bleeding on the ground, your side shredded. You gripped at the tear near your hip, feeling the split flesh and knowing this was going to take more than Hazel’s tonics to cure. You had to help Malcolm though.

Looking up, you could see the two of them, Barons locked in a battle. The Baron of the Mists was fast, lashing and clawing and screaming in shrills that broke the last remnants of the windows within the shop. She was kicking out in blurred strikes that Malcolm was parrying.

He had this.

Slowly, he was leading her towards the still open gate, the two of them battling across the now broken apothecary.

But then something happened. Something that you watched in slow motion.

Hazel came down the steps, her face ashen and cold. You stood, blood dripping between your fingers, and Malcolm looked at you two. Taking his gaze away for one moment. One singular moment.

The Baron’s long, curled claws sunk into either of Malcolm’s sides, lifting him off the ground before throwing him across the room. He rolled, hitting the bottom of a bookcase, the shelving falling upon him.

Hazel screamed, running towards him while you looked at the Baron. She was panting, hurt, staring at you. You stumbled forward, ready to drag her through the gate, going with her if you had to. But she grinned, something wide and feral as she scented the air.

“Kill me or say goodbye,” she whispered, blood dripping from her lips. “Which will it be?”

She didn’t give you a chance to respond. When your eyes ticked to Malcolm, she took off. Wings sprouting from her back as she launched herself into the air, tearing through the roof of the shop.

Debris fell down around you in a cacophony of noise and ruble, and you covered your head, trying to protect yourself from the onslaught. When everything settled, the shop grew quiet. The only sound the crackling of the gate, humming beneath the blue willow wisps that began to gather in the opening above.

That, and Hazel’s tears.

You looked over. Malcolm was cradled in her lap. The siblings had their heads pressed together as they traded soft words. Malcolm was gripping her hand tightly, smiling at her while she nodded to each breath. When she leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her brother's cheek, you felt your heart break.

Slowly, as if walking through water, you made it to their side, sinking to your knees. Malcolm’s sides were in ribbons, blood pooling beneath the three of you, his face becoming grey and cold.

“Hey button,” he smiled, reaching up and cupping your cheek. You could feel the tears spilling forward, dripping ugly down the side of your face. Down your chin.

“Mal?”

“Don’t do it,” he said. “You’ll see me around.”

You shake your head. A restless spirit. Someone haunting this shop forever. Just like the alley. Just like everything that haunted them each night, screaming in the dark for the lives they lost. Malcolm would lose his mind one day but the Night Market had taken its hold of him so long ago. You didn’t want that for him. He deserved to be vibrant and whole. Not a spirit of vengeance that could barely cling to who he once was.

“Hazel, you have to do something,” you said desperately. “Heal him.”

The sob that ripped from her throat was aching. “I can’t. I used up too much power already.”

You looked at her with dawning horror, your body beginning to shake uncontrollably. Hazel could not meet your eyes and Malcolm was kneading the side of your neck with fingers growing weaker with each passing second. “There has to be a way to stop this. There has to…”

“Milo,” he said your name and your head snapped upwards. His expression was soft. That one he only showed you in the early morning light when you two were curled in bed together, not quite ready to face the world. You weren’t ready to face this. “Tell me you love me before I go.”

You shake your head. “No.”

Malcolm’s thumb drifts across your cheek as he smiles sadly at you. “Stubborn.”

“Mal, please, don’t do this,” you began to beg. You had just gotten him back. You weren’t ready for the warmth of his arms to leave you or not catch a glimpse of him throughout the market. That was not the life you had fought for. “I can’t do this without you. I stayed here for you. I didn’t leave all those years ago because I didn’t want to leave you. You can’t leave me now. It’s not fair.”

Malcolm’s eyes ticked over towards Hazel’s and suddenly, you felt her arms wrap around you. She was trembling, her tears wetting your shoulder.

“Mal?” You say shakily.

“I love you. Both of you,” he smiled, a tear slipping down his cheek. “I’ll be seeing you.”

“I’ll be seeing you,” Hazel whispered.

Dragging his eyes back to yours, he pressed his fingers tight against the side of your neck. You scrambled to keep them there as they began to slip. And as his eyes drifted closed, his lips parting in a final breath, you felt the words tear from your throat.

“I love you. I love you so much.” Bending forward you press your forehead to his chest. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Hazel held you tight, rocking with you as the tears streamed down both your cheeks. The body beneath you was still. Broken. He was gone.

“Milo,” she whispered. “We have to put him through the gate.”

“What?” You looked up at her, not comprehending her words.

“He belongs to the Night Market,” she said patiently, her face twisted in grief. “He’ll become a restless spirit, and he will hate that. If we push him through a gate, the Night Market will call him home. Spirits can’t come through the doors, Milo. The Market will bring him back.”

Anger filled you then, something irrational and full of despair. “No. I’m not shoving his body through a fucking door. We can do something. We can—”

“This is what we can do,” she said. “This is what we have to do.” Scrambling to your side, she takes your face between her palms, her eyes broken. “He’ll come back to us. He will. But we have to do it before the door closes. Please,” she begged. “Please. I can’t lose him either.”

One heart-wrenching cry ripped from your chest as you leaned forward, one hand still on Malcolm, the other wrapping around her. You held Hazel tightly to you, feeling her shaking against you, clinging to you desperately. Then, slowly, you stood.

You don’t know how the two of you did it, weak and bleeding as you were. But you got his body to the door. He looked at peace. Like he was doing nothing more than sleeping. You didn’t want to do this. You didn’t want to believe this. You wanted to hold him until he opened his eyes again, his lips curling into that knowing smile.

“We have to,” Hazel whispered.

You looked at her. He was the last of her family. The last of everything. She was alone now. Just like you. But she held belief that this would help. That this would give him back. And it would keep him from becoming one of the vengeful ghosts that wandered the market. It had been a fear of his since being a child. Selfishly, you wanted to keep him. But you knew that if you did that, he would never forgive you.

“I’ll do it,” you said. You weren’t going to make her give the final push. She had already done the hard part and made the decision.

Hazel nodded, leaning forward to give Malcolm a kiss. Her lips pressed softly to his forehead, her fingers brushing against his brows. “I’ll see you soon,” she whispered.

When she backed away, you looked at him. You remembered him as a child. The way he stared at you, some dirty street kid, terrified of the world around you. He never gave you quarter. Yelled at you for every single mistake. Demanded you be better. Made you be better.

Then one day he kissed you. You were young and stupid and didn’t know how to kiss him back, your hands fumbling at his sides. But he had held you until you figured it out, showing you that he loved your uncertainty and the softness you were never allowed to show. Malcolm Albright had loved you more than you had ever known. He was the only reason you stood there today.

Brushing the hair from his eyes, you felt a part of you die. It would go through the gate with him. You knew he would not be returning. You didn’t have the belief that they did. Hope had never been a friend of yours.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered to him. Leaning forward, you press your lips to his, feeling them cold and unresponsive. Shaking, you linger, trying to memorize the way he smelled, the feel of him beneath your palms. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, you pushed him through.

You didn’t watch his body go, nor did you watch the gate close. You held Hazel instead, holding her tight as she cried against you, your own tears mingling with her own. You stayed there that night, long after the tears had dried, surrounded by destruction and pain. You sat with Hazel until both your legs went numb and neither of you knew what to do.

Outside, down a burnt alley, through a market that continued to thrive, the lanterns dimmed. Just for a moment, they dipped out, plunging the market into black and letting only the starry skylight the way. They shuddered as the world began to shift, and they mourned their Gatekeeper.

And somewhere, in the very very dark, a key was set into a cool palm, just below the sway of a paper lantern.

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#paper lanterns #interactive fiction #community fiction #the final part #it has been a wild ride and I have so many thoughts #I'll share them if you guys want #this was hard for me to write #hazel ablright #malcolm albright #milo next #warning #character death #he is in book 2 though you guys

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blood-darkened-moon · 2 years

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Resident Evil Code Veronica X – Paintings Part 5

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Note: All the paintings in Code Veronica are unique. The only ones you can find twice are the paintings in Alfred and Alexia’s rooms, respectively, on Rockfort Island and in the Antarctica base. Though, these rooms are supposed to be copies of each other.

#resident evil #resident evil code veronica #trivia #🩸🌙#the final part #later games often had a certain set of paintings #and reused them in several rooms #also nice to see #that some other people enjoy obscure stuff #like paintings in a 20+ year old game #re trivia

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thereaderinsertlady · 2 years

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KRBAY/HNK Head Canons (Robobot Addition Finally)

1.Susie disagreed to hurting Kirby and Tiff because they were children, but Haltmann was crazy enough to hurt children, so he denied her request.

2. The gang also runs into the cyborg version of Whispy Woods & battles the 3 Tripple D clones (along with cones of Escargoon & Taranza)

3. This unused design of Susie

is used as the design of her mother & Haltmann's wife (her real name is Solana which I got from this post on Tumbler (shout outs to whoever drew this))

Solana left Haltmann because of how greedy he's became instead of looking for their daughter. 4. After the arc there is an epilog episode where Susie needs to find a new job on Planet Popstar but has a hard time getting one. She tried to work at places like Kawasaki's Restaurant or Dr. Yabui's Clintec (where the otter girl got one), but it ultimately would end in disaster. Tiff, Kirby, & the gang tried everything till they thought they were done for. But then Maglor gave them advice to not give up and keep trying. (I'll explain more in my Magolor head canons ask) The gang took Magolor's advice and then saw their friend Gus, needing help repairing wheelies, cars, & robots (he had interest in repairing the fallen robots from Haltmann Works). Susie said that she doesn't know if Gus would be ok with it, but he said he would accept the help. and thanks to her help, Gus's work became easier. Susie & Gus have really shippy moments together. In the epilog episode when Gus first meets Susie, he was acutely kind of shocked that a chick would know so much about machines. He only thought from all the females he knew weren't interested in mechanics. In later episodes, on a few occasions is trying to ask her out. (And eventually she does go out with him)

5. Gus also calls Susie Sue & her design after the Robobot arc & epilog now resembles more of Gus' attire

6. There is a later episode/2 part where Solana meets Susie totally by accident. When Solana finds out that Susie is a dirty mechanic, she faints. She is absolutely furious that her OWN BABY is now a filthy, barbaric, dirty, (even burping) mechanic, so she brings her back to her mansion where Solana tries to make her more regale again. Gus, Tiff, Tuff, & Kirby then try to stop Solana from taking Sue back, but she ultimately takes Susie with her. Then they find out that there is going to be an aoristic ball where King Dedede along with his servants is invited (who didn't want to go but Goonie & Ranzy are forcing/coving him to go) So Tiff then comes up with a comes up with a plan to get Susie back. Meanwhile the biker gang from Born to be Mild come back & plan to savatage the ball. (Yes, Beat is alive but there's a complicated reason (that treated as a joke) why) In the end Gus proves to Solana that not all bikers/mechanics are bad people because there "uncivilized". After Kirby once again saves the day, with the help of Tiff, Tuff, & Susie, Solana then thanks Gus for saving her and let's Susie be the person she wants to be.

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#king dedede #kirby #Gus #beat #The final part #also the photos/designs look soooo cool #susie #oouh beans #you write so well lmao #like i said in the first one your writing is like a movie #💞🤤

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multiversal-pig-outing · 9 months

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#fat #not my art #the final part #mature

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lindyloosims · 2 years

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Final Part...

This is the fourth and final part of my backstory...

“Adam!” Eve exclaimed as she reached the little alcove, “Adam you have to taste this it’s…”

Her words got caught in her throat as she was met with a horrific sight, Adam being straddled by some sort of hideous female creature, “A-a-a d-demon!” She exclaimed and backed into something solid, Lucifer.

As Lilith continued to writhe and moan atop of Adam, he desperately tried to free himself from underneath her. “Eve!” He panted, as his attempts to push Lilith aside were to no avail.

“No-no-no, it’s a demon!” Eve cried, as Lucifer took hold of her arms and tried to calm her. Lilith produced a dagger and raised it above Adam’s heart, but before she could deal the fateful blow, he managed to escape from under her and ran to Eve.

However it was too late! Adam vanished, Eve screamed, then Lilith vanished too. Only she and Lucifer remained, until he also disappeared while exclaiming “Oh sh-…”

Adam’s punishment for committing adultery was to roam the earth outside the garden with Lilith and their children.

Eve was severely reprimanded and sent back to the Garden to raise her children, and Lucifer…

Well we all know the story, or do we? Lucifer was brutally punished by God, his Father, and under his orders, had his wings clipped by Michael. He was then cast out of Heaven, falling to earth, but he didn’t stop there. God gave him a job, one that no archangel or demon wanted, the job of overseeing Hell!

As Lucifer landed on the burning ground of the Underworld, dragging his body up he shapeshifted one last time. The beautiful blue eyed archangel known as Lucifer was now a red skinned, cloven hooved, horned monster consumed with bitterness and rage. His heart broken and his body bruised, he could no longer be Lucifer the archangel, he was now reborn…into Satan!

From The Beginning

#ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #writing a book #this is the backstory #the final part #I am more inspired now #hopefully I shall be able to write after this #had to share with pictures

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tariah23 · 2 months

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The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.

#it’s just???#at the end of the day all these people want to do is draw and write their stories and share them with the world #why is death from stress the end game for so many of them #this should not be part of the package when finally deciding that this is what you want to do with your life #rambling #I still never got over miura’s passing man #and Togashi is still here but he’s been suffering from the consequences of overwork #it’s just… all so bleak #fans just need to learn to be patient if these changes are ever made and to be respectful #your fav series is not gonna die just because you can’t get it right now #I’m glad that gege does this now like he takes a break every 2-3 chapters and that’s good #this should be normalized

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mwagneto · 5 months

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the companion will go oh god doctor who is that?? and the doctor will get all serious and somber and say listen. he's the most evil creature in the universe. he's the worst enemy i've ever faced. he's horrible and unpredictable and you can never ever let your guard down. and then the villain will walk into the room like this

#PLEASE IM LOSING MY MIND S3 FINALE I CAN'T DECIDE AND THEN THIS BACK TO BACK IS TAKING ME OUT #it was literally the perfect place to be in for my rewatch these are great episodes to follow each other #im at the part where nph busts in with confetti but i had to pause immediately coz i was laughing so hard😭#this isn't me mocking drag queens or the villains or whatever this is me saying im obsessed with campy evil rtd guys. by the way #doctor who #dw lb #14th doctor #the giggle #the toymaker #10th doctor #tensimm

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lokidotir · 7 months

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Part 5/5

The colors for me though come from four

They express out loud what I couldn’t before

I loo deep within when grey’s all I see

To find those four lights waiting for me

#rottmnt #art #drawing #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #not sure if I should tag the turtles #oh well #it IS about them after all #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #original poem #the final part #I don’t know what took me so long #I wanted it to be perfect #but this was close enough I guess

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zoe-oneesama · 2 months

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Kinda missing Queen Bee's dig at Hawkmoth's complete lack of drip.

Episode 52 Part 20 First < Previous > Next Episode Season 1, Season 2, Season 3, Season 4, Season 5 Ep 41, Ep 42, Ep 43, Ep 44 Ep 45, Ep 46, Ep 47, Ep 48, Intermission, Ep 49, Ep 50, Ep 51, Ep 53