[ID: A greyscale digital drawing of Jon and Martin from TMA set during late season three. Jon, a thin British-Indian man with chin-length greying hair stands in a doorway, one hand on the jamb, looking sadly over his shoulder. Behind him is Martin, a fat white man with short, light-coloured hair and round glasses, seated at a desk. There is a banker's lamp illuminating the statement on the desk in front of him. He returns Jon's gaze, awkwardly waving goodbye with a sad expression on his face. Behind him, the room is filled with shelves of books and archival boxes. End ID.]
No office romance for youse :3 (commission for @future-crab)
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@crypt1dcorv1dae‘s idea
what if. draw kon... snuggling with krypto
snuggle babies
bonus sillies <3
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(its kinda dumb but)eddie climbing through the wrong window one night, while trying to meet you (youre steves sister) and shit- now steve knows about about you two.
"Munson...?" steve questioned as the man in question tumbled through his window.
Eddie sprangto his feet "Uh- Shit, wrong window." eddie stumbled over his words "Im- im just going" he motioned to the bedroom door.
"why the hell are you in my house, dude?" steve was obviously annoyed at the trespasser.
"Uh, studying!" eddie answered.
"Inmy house...? at midnight???"
"Yea- your sister needed help-"
Steve groaned, "dont tell me. just go. use protection, i dont need to be an uncle yet-"
PLEASEEEEE NOT THE UNCLE LINE OH DEAR GOD
you two would never hear the end of it. steve is 100% like hopper was with el and mike, randomly slamming open your door at night and making sure eddie isn’t over. and when he knows eddie is over, that door better stay open a full three inches, or god so help him.
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another wip of my first accent :] i think i'm satisfied with the overall concept now so it's time to go in and fix the lines and coloring, it's about 23% coverage so it'll definitely be an accent if i do end up submitting it!
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Live shot of me rereading my own work and realising how often I write characters experiencing horrifically vivid nightmares
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strollonso + teeth
If you'd told the Lance of five years ago that he would be here right now--back flat against a tall marble pillar in the middle of a midnight-dark graveyard with a stranger bearing down on the exposed skin of his neck--he...well, he might have believed it, considering the tendencies he'd had when he was still in school and putting out for every older rich man in the area that bothered to buy him a couple drinks.
But contextually, he certainly wouldn't have believed it: and really, there's no explanation that could make it believable in the slightest, considering the way Fernando's sharp teeth are glinting in the moonlight spilling through the branches of the dying willow tree towering over them like the moon is trying to emphasize how they're not just teeth but fangs.
Fangs--like vampire fangs, a discovery he'd made about five days prior and has been thinking about it ever since, the idea of his favorite (and hottest) coworker on the night shift sinking a bite into Lance, breaking skin and entering his body in a way more intimate than he'd ever imagined anyone doing--
"Eres tan hermoso pequeño," Fernando practically growls, nose bumping just under Lance's ear as his mouth presses lightly to graze his neck and knocking Lance out of his own head as he shivers against the marble. It's insane, how much he wants this: how it's consumed him entirely, had him up into the early hours of the morning when he should've been sleeping looking into vampirism in other species and not even bothering to open a private browser, how he'd touched himself thinking about this man hovering over him in bed and flaying him open like a creature of the night.
"Fuck," Lance gasps when the older man's lips purse gently to press an innocent-seeming kiss to his jugular, tongue slipping out and leaving behind just enough wetness for the night air to breeze across it and draw another shiver out of him, "Nando, please."
send me a ship and a word and i'll write you five sentences <3
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“I love you” “it’ll pass” okay but which one is Eddie and which one is reader bc I don’t think I’d be able to handle either outcome
okay. just. hear me out. listen. listen to this idea i don't know if i could ever put myself through the heartbreak of writing. (tw: i'm bringing up the cursed thing that is eddie's canon ending in stranger things as of right now. yes. his... very, very, very long nap.)
"i love you" = reader
"it'll pass" = eddie
...and how ironic it is, for him to have insisted so many times that it'll pass, especially after the canon events of season 4. in which you are left alone, with nothing more than a memory of him, and all you can think is how it'll never pass. the love, the grief, the pain - he lied. it won't pass. even when you finally crave it to.
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