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elevenvolcanoes · 2 years

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It’s late at night, and Martyn’s sitting outside his base in shambles, idly picking some particularly large chunks out of the netherrack with his fingernails.

His base really is terrible. He’s committed to it now, though, and so he keeps those thoughts firmly inside his head. It served its purpose—which was to start any sort of a conversation with Cleo. To bridge the awful silence in his head that had settled when she’d walked off from his game and built a house next to Scott.

Scott. Of all people. It was like she was actively trying to rub it in his face—that while he’d been in the Nether, treating this like how these games had always started—the desperate need to get going, get ahead, find an advantage to gain before there weren’t any left to get—she’d been gallivanting around the Overworld. Networking.

“Hey, Martyn.”

“Wha—hey! Hey, Cleo,” he says, scrambling backwards.

“Hi Martyn,” they say, brows high. “You busy at the moment?”

“No—not really? No. Just—looking at the moon.”

Cleo’s voice hitches for a moment as they speak. “That sounds nice. Hey—are you free to chat for a moment?”

“For you, Cleo? Always. Come on over.”

“No-no, I’m not touching that thing,” they laugh. “I’ll just sit—here,” and they sit down on the bridge, legs dangling over the gully.

“Okay,” Martyn says, a little unsure of how to proceed.

“Oh, stop it with that face, Martyn, I’m not here to exact my revenge.”

“Oh! That’s… good?” he says, an unsure smile on his face.

“Yeah. Doesn’t mean I’m not still pissed, though. What on earth were you thinking?”

“Er.”

“Martyn.”

“In my defence,” he says, keeping a careful eye on Cleo (they don’t have their sword out—a surprising comfort), “it was funny.”

“Was it?” they say. “Was it really worth it?”

“No,” he admits, “not really. But I thought it would be.”

“You thought,” they say, and pause, looking at him.

Martyn looks back, mildly confused.

“Now that’s a first,” they finish, and almost immediately start giggling.

Martyn laughs too.

Maybe he hasn’t completely ripped their tentative alliance to shreds. Maybe there’s something here worth building on.

At least, he hopes so.

#i wrote a thing :D #double life #double life smp #double life martyn #double life cleo #i have so many feelings about this series it's ridiculous

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boyakishannarrative · 1 year

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BlackOut AU

Rewrite: C1

A scared squeal escaped the young teen’s neck, blue eyes shimmering in what little light could enter the foggy area. Carved stone walls of a former boulder, the carvings covered by vines and moss. It was cold, the crags of the stone filled with moss with what few shrubs and ferns hugging the walls. A pale lithe hand gripped the lighter toned neck, eyes blazing with a gold light as whoever they were glared at the group of firearmed teens. “LEAVE.” boomed the mystery person, the voice echoing as the teens nervously looked at each other. Hand grasping the arm, before pushing it away from then, the male calls out the moment he could take a breath. “FIRE!” Muzzles get raised, shotguns cocked and safety turned off as the young male becomes a rock on the ground. Then the steel weapons’ barrels slide off, cut as the woman holds cutlas in hand. There’s a pause, before a bow is released. The sound of TWANG echoes, as an arrow is suddenly embedded where they stood. A bow in hand, or had as the string cuts sliced hitting the older teen in the face. The teens run, rushing through the exit down the path back to the town. As the feet grow fainter, the girl swirled the cloak to hide the carved boulder entrance through the valley. The 6”2 oriental fighter stood before the 5”2 british tween stands to each other. “What-”

The lanky Papyrus stood over his brother, yellow eyes glaring at the half awake pale face. “Are you asleep?” He’s wearing what looks to be part of his teacher’s uniform (despite him being a volunteer teacher), with that admittedly silly chef’s hat and an apron on. “Mm?” Muttered the pale pocket person, who attempted to push the blanket up which unfortunately was wrapped around him causing him to roll off the bed with a THUMP. Papyrus leaned slightly more to his brother, who half groaned as he gripped the mattress from the broken cocoon of blanket. “I’m up.” Grumbled the halfbreed, blue eyes shimmering with annoyance as he struggled to get his perky ass up. Now on his knees, gripping the mattress as his legs woke up he looked at his brother. Though slightly less pale (since taking care of kids requires him to be outside a third of the time), he looked older than Sans at a glance. Sans meanwhile while shorter he was slower, or more relaxed unless it was mornings in which he was cranky. Otherwise, if it was a day ending in y, he’d just be lazy unless it was night or he’d had a bad day. Which was rare since the short pale man kinda just went with most things. The rare few times he’d been angry, well let’s just say the king was not expecting to protect a whole gang.

Sans managed to get out of bed, wearing his normal white shirt and dark blue boxer shorts as Papyrus walked him out (there’d been more than one time where Sans went back to bed the moment Paps walked out.) Paps began talking. “So brother, while you’ve been snoozing all morning. I managed to confirm that my teaching role will shorten the time spent at university! Papyrus for the win.” Sans’ hand gripped the wood, shaking as he focused on staying awake. At least until he had something to drink and eat. “That’s great Paps.” “Right? Anyways, as I came back I managed to bump into Frisk! But you know how the motel closed down?”

“Yep. (one step at a time)”

“Well, since Frisk didn’t have a place to stay. Well I THE GREAT PAPYRUS offered her to stay at our humble abode. In fact, we were just having a stunning conversation on organising my schedule before I noticed you weren’t here cracking those terrible jokes with Frisk.” He says, grinning back at his brother, Sans grabs a coffee cup and the newspaper before turning the coffee pot on. Papyrus realises that his brother won’t get flustered or do anything this time, so he turns to continue organising his timetable with Frisk.

Sans sipped his coffee, reading the newspaper as his brother and a familiar feminine voice chatted about best times and organising levels. His brother was in the limelight, helping with the community and teaching area as well as various school projects. The gossip line erupted about someone he didn’t read, but a brown haired girl he felt he knew had a picture printed in the section. The motel was still closed, a train had been delayed and the Queen herself had exited her castle in a rare event to greet a passenger. Then something clicked, whether from the coffee or all the pictures of Frisk (it was the coffee) It finally clicked. Sans slapped his hands on the table, before they began to prickle he spat his coffee over Papyrus as his pale face became flushed. Frisk turned and his heart practically thumped. “You ok?” She asked, her New Hampshire accent had faded slightly to be a little more Californian but it was still her. Then it fully hit him. She was here, staying at his house. Panicking, he chugged the rest of the coffee with a partly covered Papyrus looking at a mildly concerned looking Frisk. Before Frisk could realise her friend was covered in coffee, Sans went through just about every sound and emotion you could make as everything in the kitchen glowed blue. “Uh, Sans!” Raised Frisk, Sans continued to be flustered as everything that wasn’t bolted down began to rise. The fridge opened as it began to lift up, Frisk lost her footing as she tried to step out, Papyrus (because he’s one light dude) began to rise up with the cutlery. Then Sans hit his head against the ceiling fan, the somewhat fast blade bonking his temples. Everything was no longer being lifted up, Papyrus panicked, eyes shimmering to orange as he began stopping the plates and other delicate kitchenware (that he’d normally break but hey, Frisk was here) from breaking. Frisk meanwhile was suddenly stuck in the fridge, having floated close to the cold box before the door slammed shut on the 6”3 woman.

C2:

The keyboard tapped as Frisk clicked at the keyboard. She’d been working on the report since Lunch, sitting half eaten in front of her as the darkening sky slowly alerted her as the sun was no longer lighting up her screen. She peeked for what she thought was the eighth time (it was the third, this girl has serious tunnel vision) at Sans, who wasn’t there in the six hours she’s been sitting there tacking at the keyboard. It was probably a good time to stretch, she’d been sitting there for what? An hour? She thought, before looking at the clock for a good minute before realising. If I started work at 11:15 and it’s 5:18… She stood up, pushing the chair away before her legs gave out and she landed on her butt. Still wearing denim and a shirt, her posterior while unfazed didn’t enjoy suddenly touching the cold tiles. Or would’ve if a pillow hadn’t been thrown from the couch, “what?” She thought, before a pillow landed in her face causing her to be pushed to her side where a pillow was curveball to catch her head. “Heh, still got it.”

Sans sat nearby, pink house shoes on his feet near what was presumably a pile of pillows judging from the lack of chair softeners. “Couldn’t you have enough pillow to come over and catch me, royal prince?” Call Frisk as she got onto her two feet.”Haven’t cotton to how lazy I am?” He asked back, a cheeky little accent loud and clear as Frisk closed the laptop. “Honestly, I’d think you’re just softening my ego.” Sans snorted before throwing a pillow at her. “And I think you should soften up, you’ve been so cased into school you’ve forgotten how to be comfy!” He says, throwing several more pillows below her before she hits the ground again. “Y’know. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were flirting with me, Sansy.” There was a pause as Frisk got up, that little accent at the end of his name sounded flirty and if he was being honest. Well, it made his head hurt. Then his heart rate rose up to the level of his headache as Frisk turned to face him. “Hey.” She said, before throwing a pillow at the skele man.

The girl crossed her arms over her chest. “What are you doing here pup?” She stated, eyes losing that golden shimmer as the cloak turned disembowelled open air boulders turned into a sunny forest clearing. “Well firstly, to see you.” He stated, eyes looking away from the girl as her face flushed. “And, well. You remember my dad’s inventions?”

“The slow metal boxes?”

“Yeah those ones…” He said, taking a deep breath before explaining that they’d been improved and were going to be rolled out for the war front. The girl looked at her friend, sitting on a flat rock. “And? Those oversized concretions just need to be poked by any sharp tip.” He took a deep breath. “Well they managed to make shielding.”

“You mean the metal plates.”

“No, I mean they essentially threw a see through blue blanket over the vehicle that destroyed sharp tips.”

“So? We can throw our magic at it.”

“You’d need to have enough magic to break a mountain and they managed to improve the weapons.”

“How? That thing could blow a large hole into a mountain, what more do they need?”

“Well, it takes a while to reload. Remember when I showed you? It took ten minutes for me to load a second shell.”

“And I said if they could speed that up it’s be powerful enough to clear archer units.”

“Yeah, they managed to shorten the time to ten seconds.” The girl’s eyes widen as it sinks in, “Not only that they’ve now got enough range, variation and power in the shells to flatten swathes of forest and mountain.” She closes her mouth as he continues. “And that’s just public knowledge.” The girl’s brows scrunch down, forehead wrinkling as his heart rate rises. The greenery shivered around them.“Public knowledge?”

Sans opened his eyes groggily, thin silky fingers tracing in his pale hair. “Mom?” He mumbled deliriously, Papyrus snorted as Frisk answered. “Nope, just me.” Sans then sat up, Frisk sitting opposite with her face looking disappointed. His heart rate was going insane, Papyrus placing the pot of pasta onto the table. “Ah, brother. You’re awake!” He stated, cheerfully as Sans looked at his hands. They appeared to shimmer between skeleton and human, like it does when he’s angry or scared. He breathed in and out, calming himself down as Frisk pulled his cheek, “Hey, lazy bones. You wanna eat or no?” She asked, legs shifting off the sofa. Rubbing his tired neck, before shaking his head back and forth like a dog. “Yeah yeah, give me a second.” He stated, moving to take a seat at the table.

After getting his pasta, Papyrus brought it up. “Brother, you fell asleep this morning again. If the doctor didn’t state that your body just more easily falls asleep, I’d think you’d have an iron deficiency or something.” He stated, mixing his bowl as Sans twirled his fork. “Yeah yeah, I need to stop ironing out of the realm of the living and keep rolling along with the film.” He mumbled, moving to eat his spaghetti. Papyrus took a deep breath in, before letting it go as Frisk snorted. “Damn bro, I’d think Papyrus here was trying to ask if you’re Fe-ling right. But since he’s right. Just keep playing in this world and not dreamland ok?” She said, Papyrus clearly getting more frustrated as she too began to eat her food. Finally he stated. “God damn it, I forgot you’re both as terrible as each other. I swear that both of you are Fe and O the way you both steel jokes against each other.” He grumbled, eating his food as the pair looked at each other mildly surprised before continuing to crack jokes throughout dinner.(cutting here because I can’t keep writing these puns).

#tag #BlackOut AU #I wrote a thing :D

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clowfish · 30 days

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am I the only one who was stuck watching those eggshell peeling livestreams on tiktok that they NEVER peeled all the way

#I lied one time I watched one for hours just to see if they would ever finish it #they finally did and it was the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life #they wrote ‘d-boy’ on it then gave it a crown and put it on a throne THEN a started role playing the egg with taxidermied cats??#actually never recovered from that and I never watched another one again #kyle broflovski #south park #sp #sp fanart #south park fanart #ike broflovski #fish art #is this too niche

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lighteyed · 11 months

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safe / steve harrington

summary: nowadays parties kind of freak steve out, but you’ll make him feel safe again, don’t worry.

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steve doesn’t really party anymore.

occasionally he’ll have a few drinks, but there was a certain time when he was considered the party king of hawkins and nowadays he feels completely and utterly disconnected from that era of his life, having grown older and (sort of, maybe?) wiser, concerned more with his job, you, his girlfriend, robin, his best friend, and the hoard of children he’d unwittingly taken to looking out for somewhere along the way. he didn’t really have a reason to party anymore, and when you went out, still a senior in high school, a year younger than him, he would reject your invitations to come. he’d pick you up after, make sure you were home in bed safe, stay the night if you wanted him to, but you never got too drunk regardless. a few drinks and that was your limit. steve doesn’t mind. he’s just not a partier anymore, he tells you, insists on it, really, that he’d rather stay home, he’s grown out of that lifestyle, he’s moved on.

(but mostly he stopped partying after nancy wheeler told him their whole relationship was bullshit when she was shitfaced at tina’s halloween bash and steve hasn’t really had the courage to drink or be around people who are drinking ever since. especially you.)

you’re about to graduate, though, and steve knows he can’t miss it, miss one of the biggest moments in your life, where all you want is him there having fun alongside you, the person you care about most in the world. he’d be a shitty boyfriend if he did that, and steve harrington was a lot of things, gorgeous and funny and loyal, to name a few off the top of your head, but he was not a shitty boyfriend. not to you, not ever. he would sacrifice himself for your happiness ten times over if it meant you’d smile at him. if he had to brave the party scene again, he would. even though it kind of terrified him.

yeah, seeing you this drunk definitely terrified him.

he’s been nursing the same drink, only his second, and he was barely halfway done with it, for almost forty minutes now, lingering in the background of the room, watching everyone else have a lot more fun than him. he’s still enjoying himself in spite of that. he likes watching you shine, and boy do you. he forgets that being out of high school a year now means he rarely has a chance to see you in your element, popular, everyone adoring you, wanting you in their polaroids, congratulating you on the awards you’d gotten during the graduation ceremony, loving all the same things steve loves about you (not as much, he asserts to himself, never as much).

he sees you down your fourth jell-o shot and shakes his head with immense fondness. you’re going harder than usual, maybe because he’s there with you and you feel safer and more carefree in his company. you look over at him, beam and wave, and he does it right back, taking a small sip of whatever is in his hand (he’s not 100%, but who really is at a high school party?).

“stevie!” you wrap your arms around him, your eyes big, your voice a little silly from all the drinks you’ve had. even in your drunken haze you still think he’s hung the moon. “have another drink, baby, we’re walking home tonight,” you gesture for someone to come bring you another one for him but he gently pushes your hand back down.

“don’t worry about me, it’s your night, i want you to have fun,” he kisses the top of your head. you smell vaguely like your jell-o shots, that artificial strawberry scent like stomach medicine, but not in a bad way. it’s sweet.

“i want you to have fun with me,” you say, a little pushy, a lot drunk. he shakes his head again, still smiling. you mean well.

“i’m having fun, i promise, just not used to this anymore.” he squeezes your side playfully. “maybe chill on the drinks for a minute though, yeah? i don’t want you to get sick.” he plants another kiss on you, this time firmly on your lips, smiling against you when you gasp at the song that’s come on.

“aw come on steve dance with me,” but you accidentally tug on his hand holding the drink and he would’ve danced with you he swears he would’ve if you hadn’t gotten his drink doused all over the front of your shirt. “fuck,” you mumble, suddenly that weird mix of sober and drunk, your head fuzzy staring at the stain and steve’s head fuzzy with bad memories that make his breath bitch and his heart constrict.

“i’m sorry, babe, shit, come on, i’ll get you cleaned up,” he tries to steady his breathing as he walks you, stumbling and blurry-eyes, to the bathroom, don’t panic don’t panic don’t panic, but he hears it in his head. he hears all of it.

it’s bullshit it’s all bullshit you’re bullshit like we’re in love-

he shuts the door behind the both of you and you turn the sink on, and the flashbacks pulse behind his eyelids, and he keeps reminding himself to breathe. “i don’t know if it’ll come out, i’m sorry,” he spins you toward him, slow so you don’t get dizzy, and he dabs at the liquid squelching in your shirt, trying to soak some of it up. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he mutters, almost feverish, staring at you, at the stain, at the mess he’s made, the mess he always makes, the mess he can’t stop making-

“what’re you sorry for?” you say softly, still slurred, and when he meets your gaze he doesn’t see the emptiness he’s imagining, the coldness he remembers from the night so similar, he sees daylight. he sees love. “i pulled you too hard, my fault, ruined your drink,” you pull at your wet shirt and your movements are sloppy.

“not your fault, don’t worry,” he pushes your hair back from your forehead, sweaty from the heat of the party. mascara is smudged under your eyes. dingy yellow bathroom lighting doesn’t do anyone any favors but you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. smudged and sweaty and so pretty. “i don’t wanna ruin your night.” his hand comes to rest on the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek.

“you could never,” you balk at the insinuation. you take his face in your hands. he’s worried, searching your face for answers, for reassurance. “so pretty,” you smush his cheeks together. his face warms. “pretty steve.”

“alright, alright,” he laughs, uncharacteristically shy, swatting your hands away.

“i gotta tell you something. it’s really important.” you stare directly into his eyes. they’re so deep and brown you wanna kiss him before you tell him anything. but your brain wants you to say it. your brain insists you say it first. “it’s a secret, okay? so don’t tell anyone.”

the panicky feeling creeps in again, even though you’ve been sweet on him all night. his palms start to sweat. he nods. “a secret, huh? how secret we talking?” he plays with a strand of your hair, an attempt to appear nonchalant.

“biggest secret of my life,” you inform him, a look of seriousness on your face so intense he almost laughs again, and he would if he weren’t so nervous. the concentrated expression didn’t match the inebriated, slightly delirious voice coming out of your mouth, not for a second.

“okay, lay it on me,” he takes a deep breath. he hears the party continuing to rage on outside the little bubble he’s in. at least if it’s bad his escape will be quick and no one will notice.

you tilt his chin up toward you because he’s not making eye contact and you need him to see you when you say this. your mind is buzzing with it. it’s all you can think about. you lean forward and whisper, “i’m in love with steve harrington,” and then you lean back and laugh, giddy with the revelation. “did you know that? super in love. for real.” you lean in again. “don’t tell steve. if he’s not in love with me back i’ll be real embarrassed.”

he’s never felt such pure relief, flooding his entire being, lighter than he’s ever felt, happier than he knew he could be. “i won’t tell him, gorgeous, but you should know,” he leans in and whispers, playing along, smiling so broadly he can’t hide it for a second, “steve is in love with you, too, i heard it from him myself, so don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing, okay?” he pets your hair, his touches light and loving. he hugs you like that, his cheek atop your head. you’ve been dating awhile, almost a year, but you’d both been so hesitant to say it first, past experiences hindering either of you from being able to fully admit it to each other, not wanting to be hurt again, not wanting to be vulnerable. but here you were. it’s not like nancy. you believe in him and your love for each other and things are different now, things are safe.

“you’ll take me home now? so i can tell him?” it’s such a sweet gesture, he gets overwhelmed, his nose twitching with that feeling that he might cry. he feels lucky to be loved, and lucky to love you. lucky to maybe not loathe parties so much anymore.

“‘course, baby, c’mon.” he kisses your forehead, the tip of your nose, your lips. they’re soft and sticky and perfect.

he takes you by the hand and leads you out of the house after saying goodbye to your friends; he keeps your fingers interlocked the whole walk back to your house. when you’re cleaned up and in bed, a glass of water on your nightstand for when you wake up, you turn to him, reaching out.

“you’ll stay right?” he remembers a time where he never got asked to stay, never got to be in love properly. it feels far away now. he’s flushed with love from you now. he can put the past behind him.

he climbs in next to you, fresh from the bathroom. “can’t leave until i get to tell you i love you when you’re sober, now can i?” and your fogged up brain supposes he can’t.

#i’m on a roll :D #i wrote this on my notes app at 2am he possesses all my thoughts #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #stranger things x reader

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zu-is-here · 11 months

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kenjo-arts · 3 months

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR MAGICAL BOY AU FOR THE SBI I NEED ALLLLLL THE TEA

This probably doesn't explain anything because im terrible at putting words to my ideas but here's SBI in the AU

and this is something about Philza's conclave

there's also more info about SBI specifically in the character pages I made for them :D

#au: magical boy #the au does deviate alot from regular mad.oka with like the potential life span if they survive and that being a magical girl isnt girl onl #the question marks for the ages in the last drawing is cause idk specifically when i want these things to take place #recently made sams magical design so i had to include him :D #if this explains nothign um. sorry the au is cooking but its not fully done yet. theres alot of aspects that are underdeveloped #or not worked alot on yet. tho theres general stuff thats pretty set in stone. but most of it isnt. anything i wrote here could change #if i get a better idea. im still idea storming the au :D #theres also parts im keeping *secret* kinda cause im waiting on when i get around to doing more character pages #dsmp au #hellstreak #sbi #c!philza #c!tommy #c!wilbur #c!techno #c!bad #c!sam #c!dream #kenjos art

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funkycloewn · 1 year

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Some TriStamp and Trigun 98 memes while I work on a fic lol

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#trigun stampede #trigun #vash #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun knives #meme #art #making these has made me realize my lack of drawing different things lmaoo #2ND SEASON TRISTAMP AAAAAAA #MILLY IS BACK LETS GOOOO #shit I wrote 89 instead of 98 🧍🏼‍♀️

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raycatzdraws · 6 months

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I'm back at it with my Outer Wilds inspired LU fic/comic/idea/thing!

The following comic contains MAJOR spoilers for Outer Wilds: Echoes Of The Eye.

Progression in Outer Wilds is directly tied to the player's knowledge. There are no key items or skill progression, just what you learn through playing. For this reason, anything you encounter about the game can potentially ruin reveals and puzzles. Outer Wilds is the best game I've ever played. I highly recommend playing it for yourself (or watching a stream) and then you can come back and enjoy this with me. :)

Warning over! (If you've played OW:EOTE we are sharing music around a campfire and roasting marshmallows ::) )

Fish jump scare for Legend.

OW:EOTC Spoilers! I've put my thoughts explaining the comic a ways down. PLEASE if you haven't played the game I'd rather you skip the comic and my thoughts entirely than be spoiled!!! It's so important!!!

For people who have played it though,

What if the Prisoner sustained the simulation? I think Legend would have his suspicions about the dream world. Like, 'sure Sky maybe this is a Silent Realm but I think there's something more to this we're missing...' And to then have those suspicions confirmed and have to go through a Koholint situation again this time knowing that there are real people in the dream. It's all going to collapse anyways. The Wind Fish needs to be saved. But still, how would he respond to that?

#linked universe #linked universe au #lu legend #lueote #outer wilds spoilers #echoes of the eye spoilers #not the prettiest thing but I had to get it out of my head!!!#la la la :D #Legend has a bad time!!!#if you've played eote I want you to think about Legend being the one to solve the third puzzle #and then insisting he be the one to do it #every time #I wrote about it a while ago and the idea has not left me!!!#man. If I had a nickel for each loz comic today where a Link falls into deep water and someone dives in after them I'd have two nickels #which isn't a lot but it's something!!!

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thatsrightice · 7 months

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Maverick is bragging to all of the other pilots about taking the Iceman’s tower-buzzing virginity but Ice just gives him a look and suddenly Maverick has him pushed against the wall demanding an explanation. So he’s now got to figure out how to gently break it to Mav that an air traffic control tower in the middle of nowhere could not believe that they had a F-14 under their control and requested he fly by them at 500 ft AGL with a little wing rock.

#Mav: wtf no one’s asked me to do a fly by before D:<#Slider: I wonder why #maverick.exe has stopped working #mav is dangerous because he’s unpredictable and isn’t afraid to take risks #Maverick has never been requested to perform a flyby #this is a true story btw #top gun #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #just a little thing I wrote #top gun 1986 #top gun iceman #ron slider kerner #f-14 tomcat

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featherlouise · 3 months

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The day the Sun went cold

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30

#alt caption: death of the sun #this thing is based almost entirely on the one I went with tho #URGH this thing is getting shoved out of my WIPs folder #you're DONE now FUCK OFD #this is supposed to be the aftermath of her fight with Shade Lord :D #i wrote her backstory down under her initial design so if u for some reason want more context go on any of the 'the radiance' tags #my art #hollow knight #hollow knight gijinka #the radiance #hk radiance #hk fanart #gijinka #ohh I was gonna make her armour look like it was melting but fuuhuhuhhuhhhk that #huevember #huevembercember #..uary

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bleedingoptimism · 11 months

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𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗮𝘆

Someone is knocking on his door when Eddie wakes up from his impromptu nap at 4:30 in the afternoon.

Although there’s nothing impromptu about his nap since he literally spent the whole day in bed feeling sorry for himself.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, past self who thought it’d be funny to write about his knight in shining armor when high as fuck.

He knows the knocks are either the kids, here to beg him not to cancel the campaign, or Steve, coming over to let him down easy. And he doesn’t want to deal with either one.

He’s just so embarrassed, and like, he knows Steve won’t laugh at him. He will a little, probably, but not meanly.

It’s just the ‘This is flattering Eddie, but I don’t feel the same’

It's the ‘I hope we can still be friends’

It’s the ‘I care about you but not that way’ of it all Eddie really fucking hates.

The knocking hasn’t stopped and it’s getting more insistent so Eddie sighs and gets up. Time to face the music, he supposes.

He opens the door so hard it bumps into the wall, revealing a slightly surprised Steve outside.

“Harrington,” he says and turns, walking back inside. He flinches once he’s turned at the thought his dramatics might have left a dent in their brand new government-hush-money-bought house.

How is he going to explain it to Wayne?

‘Sorry about the wall Wayne. I needed to do the equivalent of slamming the door shut but while opening it before I got rejected.’

Steve walks in behind him and closes the door softly, following him to the kitchen where Eddie is leaning against the cupboards with his arms crossed.

Steve leans against the counter right in front of him. The kitchen is nice but leaning on the smaller side, so there’s not much room between them. Eddie watches as Steve takes a neatly folded paper out of his pocket.

And his shoulders go all the way up to his ears when he sees it’s the character sheet. Steve delicately unfolds it and puts it beside him on the counter, straightening it with his hand, softly, caringly.

‘Why?’

It makes Eddie nervous, “If you’re here to laugh at me, just get it over with already,” he tells him.

Steve looks at him, smiles kindly, and then his smile gets bigger and bigger until he’s chuckling, but still kind, “I’m sorry but,” he breathes, “Harry Stevenson? Really?”

Eddie snorts, unable to help himself. It's so dumb.

“Who would that make you? Manny Eddinson?” Steve says, outright laughing now.

Eddie starts laughing too, “Yeah, okay, okay. Laugh it up Harrington,” he says, completely red in the face and motioning with his hand in a ‘go on’ gesture.

Steve shakes his head, “No, no, it’s Stevenson to you,” he says, but then he sobers up, shaking his head again.

“Wait, sorry. I didn’t come here to laugh at you Eddie,” he tells him, standing up straight, making the distance between them seem shorter, “I came here to tell you something.”

Eddie sighs and looks at the floor, at Steve’s white snickers at his own bare feet.

“Let me guess,” he says, “You’re flattered, but–”

“I’m in love with you.”

“What?”

He stares at Steve. Stares and stares, but Steve is just looking at him, biting his lip with a faint blush adorning his cheeks.

“Is this real?” Eddie asks him in a whisper.

And Steve points at the sheet, “Is this?” he asks him.

Eddie blushes even more and nods once.

Steve smiles bashfully and takes one step closer to him, “So, can I keep it?” he asks, and it takes a minute for Eddie to figure out he’s talking about the character sheet. It’s hard to think when Steve is standing so close.

“Can I keep you?” Eddie blurts out.

Steve’s whole face illuminates with the brightness of his smile, and he lets out a small noise, a happy little hum of a sound that Eddie knows he’ll dream about for the rest of his life.

Steve lifts his hand and moves Eddie’s hair away from his face. He grazes his cheek as he tucks a few strands behind his ear, smoothes them when he gets to his shoulders. He continues to trail his fingers down his arms, all the way to his hands and takes them, holds them.

“Is this real?” Eddie can’t help but ask again.

“It is if you want it to be,” Steve answers easily.

Eddie nods and closes the distance between them with a kiss.

And Steve chuckles because Eddie didn’t actually stop nodding before attempting to kiss him, so he has to chase his mouth up and down for their lips to properly touch.

They both end up giggling into each other's mouths, but then Eddie takes a deep breath through his nose and tries again.

He grabs Steve’s face with both hands and inclines it for a better angle, deepening the kiss, exploring the inside of his mouth with his tongue, and then sucking Steve’s own tongue into his mouth.

Steve moans and pushes Eddie into the cupboard and Eddie retaliates by pushing Steve back and crouching slightly to grab the back of his thighs and lifts him. Steve yelps and laughs into his mouth as Eddie places him on the counter and Steve opens his legs to let Eddie stand between them.

He hugs him, burying his face on his neck and Eddie circles his waist with both arms and presses himself flush against his chest.

Steve sighs and then moves back a little to look at Eddie. He moves his hair out of his face again, lifting his bangs, and kisses his forehead, and then his nose and his cheek once, twice, three times quickly, and Eddie laughs.

“I wanted to do that for so long,” Steve sighs, still holding Eddie’s face between his palms.

“You? Wanted? Really?” Eddie stammers, because his brain left the perimeter a long time ago.

Steve giggles and leans in, touches their foreheads together, and nods.

“Steve…”

“Mmm?”

And Eddie kisses him again because he doesn't know how to say what he wants to say. He kisses him and he hopes it gets the message across. He kisses him and he lets his hands talk, his lips confess, his body speak.

He pours everything into it and when they pull apart to breathe, Steve whispers,

“Take me to bed” And he knows Steve understood him.

The sun is gone when they get back to the kitchen, wearing each other's boxers, with Steve also wearing one of Eddie’s shirts, and fuck does it look good on him. He tells him as much as he kisses his cheek and hands him a glass of orange juice.

Steve is back to sitting on the counter, and Eddie groans when he sees he’s looking at the character sheet that’s still laying innocently beside him.

He steps between Steve’s legs and Steve immediately makes room for him, putting one arm around his shoulders and pushing the paper out of Eddie’s reach with the other.

“You really want to keep it?” Eddie asks against his neck and kisses a bruise he left there a couple of hours earlier.

“It’s so embarrassing! I was high and pining and a little horny…”

Steve laughs, and buries his hand in Eddie’s hair, scratching the back of his head, “Of course I want to keep it! It’s probably the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

“Well, that’s just sad,” Eddie snorts.

“Shut up,” Steve tells him and pulls at his hair, making him groan and then laugh.

He moves back an inch or two to kiss Steve’s cheek and catches him still staring at the paper, tracing where his name it’s written backward,

“You have no idea how happy this made me,” Steve whispers, and Eddie fucking melts at the way his voice sounds, oh so tender, “When Dustin showed it to me-”

But something clicks when Steve says that. Dustin said he hadn’t looked at it, the little shit.

“Oh, I’m going to fucking kill that gremlin.”

Steve laughs, “Don’t be too mad at him,” he tells him, rubbing his hands up and down his back, “Yes, he did something shitty, but he just wanted to help.”

Eddie just grunts in response, his mind going through a hundred different scenarios of how to punish him.

“I was never going to confess to you Eddie,” Steve admits.

“But he knew I liked you and thought I needed some encouragement. That’s why he showed it to me.”

“You told Dustin you liked me?” Eddie asks him, smiling.

But Steve snorts, “No. The little shit accidentally overheard me.”

That prompts an ugly laugh out of Eddie and then they are both laughing again and then kissing again and again and again until the moon is high in the sky and their eyelids are heavy.

They go back to Eddie’s bed, Steve on his back and him between his legs, head resting on his stomach.

“I quit Hellfire,” Eddie murmurs sleepily.

Steve hums, “Of course you didn’t. But I don’t think it’s a bad idea to wait until Dustin apologizes before you come back. Make him sweat a little.”

Eddie chuckles and moves to bite Steve’s tummy right above his belly button before kissing the spot and resting his cheek over it again, “God, I love you.”

Steve pinches his shoulder lightly for the bite, “Love you too,” he answers back and after a moment he asks,

“Should we tell them?”

“It’s up to you,” Eddie tells him, “They already know I’m gay.”

“Really?” Steve asks him, curious.

“I noticed Will was struggling with it, so I made one of my characters gay just to test the waters. I made it clear there was nothing wrong with him, or me. And when they had questions I answered them and-”

He gets interrupted by Steve pulling him by his face and kissing him soundly.

“That was so nice of you. So fucking brave,” Steve tells him between kisses.

“You make me feel brave,” he confesses.

So yes, it’s up to Steve when he wants to tell The Party, because he knows, he’s sure, whatever comes their way, they can deal with if they’re together.

𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱

part 1: ❤️

part 2: 🧡

part 3: 💛

part 4: 💚

part 5: 💙

part 6: 💜

part 7: 💗

☕🥐💕

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #d&d got him laid its a win for us gays #i wrote something

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sentientstump · 1 year

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i always thought that the minecraft spider had angry >:[ eyebrows but no, thats just eyes

#my brain sees a creeper mustache you cannot order it to see a sad D: face #no way no how #also as someone whos spooped by irl spiders the mc one is not that spoopy #the diggys adventure one on the other hand wtf is that sprite o_O WHY IS IT MOVING LIKE THAT- AA #i should reinstall that game at some point again its been fun digging things...#textstump #i have to do things rn and this is why i wrote this #had to refocus somewhere to give myself an illusion of productivity haha

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mamamouches · 11 months

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SAGAU except they're aware of what goes on when you go into the character menu???

Particularly when they pray as you hop onto the artifacts menu to raise em, whether is for for them, another character to which some might try to purposely mess the rolls up bc oops! looks like they can't use that now! :) guess they'll have to wait., or just to make space for more bc HOW IS YOUR ARTIFACT STORAGE FULL ARE YOU OKAY??? Σ(・∀・；)

Whenever you raise their artifacts they kinda feel bad if it rolled into the wrong subs when you raise it with them and would either apologize or say that it'll roll better on the next one, they know it will!! (it did not 😔)

That or they don't bc they felt silly and wanted to spite you so guess you gotta do a few more runs to try again teehee 😗👉👈 they eventually roll a ridiculously amazing artifact at some point, but just this once!

(or y'know the opposite where there's always this one character you always use to raise artifacts bc they always get the best rolls and best subs? yeah imagine them celebrating w you at how good the stats rolled too!!)

Kinda like how if you try to make gear in tkrb there's a chance of it shattering (therefore failing) instead of being able to create one and when that happens the character you brought with you for those will say things like "oh no, it broke! i'm so sorry :(" or "i-it's okay!! let's try again...!" or you just flat out hear sobbing noises bc your new feather low rolled all 5 into defense FLAT 😭 BASICALLY THAT YEAH

#ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)♡ m.daydreams #this is the silly thoughts tag that will also be just sagau stuff if not hat guy lmao #genshin impact #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #its like 1 am and i frantically just wrote this down before i forgor so uhh yeah 👍 HAHA #for me i avoid rolling artis with kuni bc if it's not for him he will DESTROY IT HZHHFJF #like honey chill its just a flower for kaveh hes not replacing u bby 😭#he did roll a 35% cmdg flower a few posts ago for xiao though so i think he's cool w him #best artifact roller is zhongli no question abt that!#he rolled a bunch of 30%↑ subs he's so epic for that fr HAHAHD #so good his artifacts never got replaced (only borrowed) to this day im goign to cry #left it in tags bc idk where to shove that in the post so YEET #feel free to add onto this in asks or stuff btw!!#its fun to imagine what other things our charas can comment on should they become aware of the stuff we do :D #no idea how to write but hey we doin things!! woohoo #i got more stuff i wanna write down but again its late sooo see ya!! night nighttt

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