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rebelspykatie · 9 months

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RWRB Steddie AU - Part 1

Wayne Munson who accidentally won the presidency running on a progressive working class ticket. Eddie Munson, the first son that causes international incidents without even trying. Like the time he made a crude hand gesture towards a foreign dignitary thinking he was saluting them. Or the time he connected his phone to the speakers during a dnc event and blasted Metallica through the entire arena. Or the time he knocked over a child on the lawn of the White House during the annual Easter egg hunt and had to issue an apology to a five year old for stealing their eggs.

Wayne has reprimanded him more than he’s spoken in front of Congress. The secret service hates him, especially Hopper, who has to drag him back inside when he tries to escape down the trellis and cockblocks him from flirting with the barista at the Starbucks right outside of the White House.

But nobody hates him more than Prince Steven. He doesn’t even understand why Steve hates him, only that their first interaction was disastrous, leaving Eddie fuming and confused. He remembers seeing Steve all over those teen magazines before Wayne had any political aspirations, his now gorgeous locks once too big for his tiny head and hazel eyes staring back at him from the glossy pages. Gareth never let him hear the end of it when he found those magazines tucked away under his bed, a collection that only grew over the years as Steve got more attractive.

The frosty reception from Steve had Eddie doubting every good thing those magazines ever said about how charming the prince could be. Sure, not a single hair was out of place on his stupid head and his polos were ironed within an inch of their lives, but his smile was fake and a bitchy retort slipped out of his mouth before Eddie could even introduce himself.

He gave up on playing nice after that, not heeding his Uncle’s advice to stay away and not cause another international scandal while he was trying to make a deal with their prime minister. He practically begged Eddie to keep his big, dumb mouth shut.

Which is of course why The Incident happened. Eddie was a bit too drunk at a dinner for diplomats and their families. He approached Steve and started going on about the monarchy, a bit too loudly, where a very nosy reporter could hear. And that reporter wrote a scathing article about the first son not believing in tradition and how he was trying to undermine the authority of the crown, dredging up old tweets about how useless monarchies are and how Steve is handed things on a silver spoon.

Wayne’s deal is in jeopardy, so he’s sent to smooth over international relations with the crown, which is a horrible idea considering Eddie’s track record. Staged photo ops have always made Eddie uncomfortable, but he sucks it up for Wayne. He winds up enjoying himself more than he thought possible in Steve’s presence because one of their PR stops is at a teen center where a group of kids regularly plays dnd.

If it weren’t for a swift tug on the back of his suit from Hopper, Eddie would be standing on the table flailing around about a campaign, having already forgotten about the swath of reporters following them around on this tour. Steve doesn’t appear to know anything about dnd, but the little curly headed boy with an infectious toothy smile keeps tugging him around, talking a mile a minute while Steve fondly rolls his eyes. It’s the most relaxed Eddie has ever seen him.

He learns that they’re both insomniacs during that trip, stumbling into the kitchen at 2am only to find Steve already there, riffling through the pantry. It’s the first time he’s ever seen Steve without the ramrod straight posture, notices the circles under his eyes and the way he’s always got a line of tension in his jaw. They come to some kind of truce in the dark of night over twin bowls of cereal. Something inside of Eddie unfurls at that, lets go of whatever weird grudge he was holding after their first interaction.

It starts with a text. Steve sends him an article with the most ridiculous picture of Eddie, asks if he wakes up looking like that every morning. They’re teasing each other, taunting remarks about their status, realizing they have more in common than they thought. All summer, Eddie’s eyes are glued to his phone, anticipating texts from HRH (his royal hairiness), late nights dedicated to learning everything about Steve. Chrissy, the vice president’s daughter, corners him before the annual Halloween Party, forces him to invite his new friend Steve. She says it with a tone he doesn’t really understand, but it’s one that brooks no argument.

Maybe he learns all too well what Chrissy meant when it’s close to midnight and Steve pushes him against a tree outside and kisses him so thoroughly Eddie’s lost all oxygen to his brain. It changes the course of his entire life. He can’t stop thinking about it, feels the phantom taste of Steve on his tongue, but Steve isn’t answering his calls and Eddie doesn’t get a chance to corner him until a charity event almost a month later.

They take each other apart that night, spend hours learning each other's bodies. Confessions spilled into the sheets they’re tangled in. Steve admits that his father arranged for him to be seen with Nancy Wheeler, who he has no interest in. They decide to try something casual, see each other when they can, get some much needed relief from the public eye. But Eddie’s never been the casual type, and he doesn’t think Steve is either, not after their nightly talks. He falls hard and eagerly hopes for more every time they meet up, wishing that Steve wouldn’t flee from his bed the next morning.

Wayne’s pretty busy, running a country and all, but he eventually puts the pieces together on Eddie’s disappearances and his trips coinciding with events where Steve is present. His uncle knows him better than to think they’re just friends. Eddie never really had to come out to his Uncle, but they do have an intense talk on whether he’s ready to be perceived in that way by everyone in the world, Wayne apologizing for putting him in the spotlight.

But Eddie feels forever about Steve. And Wayne’s presidency brought him to this man, to the love of his life, so there’s no way he could be upset about any of it.

If only Steve felt forever about him.

Part 2

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #katie writes #you get two stories today as I continue to try to catch up with what i posted on twitter already #thank you for your patience #wayne munson

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bakathief · 11 days

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It’s been 209 days. Since the last time you updated Shadow Chase when are we getting a new update :(

Hi how are you I‘m good thanks :)

If you are worried that I‘m slacking off rest assured that I have been working on my art in my 2-3 hours of free time every day. If you don‘t believe me you can check out the +140 art pieces in my latest collab or the 22 pages comic I uploaded 2 weeks ago. Thank you for leaving words of motivations in my comments and inbox as noone loves more „when is the next update“ comments than me, especially after a 12 hour shift on the weekend. :)

That being said, there are new pages, when I have the capacity to upload is another question.

#Yours truly #I don‘t mean to be rude #But I find „when is the next update“ questions rather rude #If you‘re going through the effort to leave a comment for the author consider another approach #Like „hey this is great can‘t wait for the continuation“ :D #Anyway thank you to everyone who reads shadow chase and thank you for your patience

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katlyntheartist · 7 months

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Wip Wednesday, come get your food 🔔

Super Mario Universe

Pianokantzart's The Line of Fire

Jojo and Gang

#wip wednesday #the super mario bros #the super mario bros movie #super mario universe #sonic movie 2 #jojo and gang #thank you all for your continued patience!

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rainymoodlet · 11 months

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Kiss Me in Komorebi+ 🌸

You heard it here, folks! Kiss Me in Komorebi is coming back soon!

We have twelve more contestants to see in their own One-on-Ones: Abhilash, Zayden, Ainsley, Jiro, Francis, Suraj, Adrian, Julian V, Julien W, Antony, Nolan and Ivor!

After that, we’ll be heading into our first Rose Ceremony of the challenge! I wonder who will stay… and who will go? 🌹

#ts4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 gameplay #ts4 edit #ts4 challenge #ts4 bachelor challenge #;kmik #the first one i don’t have to tag a sim fhshd #||#we’ll be back soon! 💪#i hope you guys like this hehehe #just a lil bit of flavor before we head back into the fray!!#tell me why this took me AN HOUR omg #it was TWO LIMOUSINES….#and EDITING…#i think it turned out great though!!#thank you all for your patience #and baring with me as we continue onnn 😎💪✨

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askthewvba · 10 months

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Joe, you seem like the guy to ask - how's the healthcare at the WVBA? Everyone on the med crew good to you and the others? ( Affectionately, I bet you've got plenty of friends in that department 😏 )

“This is no surprise. The head medic is the President's wife, after all - I do not think it unreasonable to say Madame Noble has treated nearly every man in the association for one ailment or another.

And oui, the medics are quite familiar with me at this point... there are a number of doctors I see regularly, though the ringside medic has come to my aid during more matches than I can recall.

I am certain at this point that Mademoiselle Shio has repaired more of my teeth than my dentist has."

“There is always a cup of milk on hand to catch them when with they are sent flying from the ring…”

“Less chit chat. Finish bandaging him, Shio. And you. What are you thinking interviewing him at a time like this? Numbskull.”

#official inquiry #punch out #punchout #nintendo #punchout wii #punch out wii #mike tyson's punch out #glass joe #k. shio #Faith Noble #slow going!!! thank you for your continued patience!!!

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synthwayve · 7 months

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Idk if they ever would have interacted like ever but since he’s my fave…can we have some Alfred interacting with the Byrgenwerth Gang ™️

I 💚 every ask that has anything to do with these scrimblos, thank you anon!

This is my first time drawing Alfred so I haven’t nailed his appearance yet, my apologies! I don’t think the timeline lines up for them to interact(pretty sure Laurence is long dead by the time Alfred becomes who we meet in game) but I love the idea of him being around in Byrgenwerth times regardless! Very silly and sane guy, I’m sure he will not beat anyone to a pulp :)

#my art #alfred hunter of vilebloods #micolash host of the nightmare #laurence the first vicar #rom the vacuous spider #alfred bloodborne #bloodborne #bloodborne fanart #doodles #sorry for my content drought #it will persist till the 7th #exams are killing me #thank you all for your continued patience #I appreciate it so much #will try to repay it with art ASAP #love these goofballs(they’re all insane)

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fruchtfleisch-art · 1 day

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If micro-fics are still withstanding, why not something about Shinobu’s parents! Perhaps contrasted with how Kosaku’s were, or maybe even Kira’s?

Idk, im just fascinated with in-laws and families !!!

I love thinking about families too, this was a really fun prompt! I wish I'd had some space to write about Kira's parents as well, but this already is a tadge too long... I guess emotional neglect is the thread connecting their families, albeit on completely opposite ends of the spectrum. Neglect is so fun and versatile like that!

Big HUGE thanks to @toytle for reading this over for me, you caught so many word repetitions and overstuffed sentences I glossed right over in my first edit, haha. This fic is much better now thanks to you!

It’s unfortunate, but Kosaku can’t stay in the kitchen forever. He eases the flow of the faucet from a torrent to a trickle, sets his bowl in the sink, and listens, his heart in his throat, to the heavy, solid silence emanating from the dining room.

Shinobu hasn’t said a word for almost five minutes, her father twice that, but Kosaku doesn’t want to go back. He would give anything to be somewhere else, away from this cramped little house where everything is dingy and shabby and a little off-kilter, even the yellowed lines of grout lining the checkered tile counter. There’s no towel to dry his hands with, so he wipes them on his pants, feeling the square lump of his lighter in his pocket.

A quick glance towards the dining room confirms a total lack of movement since he went to rinse his dish out.

In five steps, with a brief pause to jam his feet into his shoes, he’s out on the engawa, the door lurching stiffly shut behind him. It’s freezing, the crisp air crackly in his lungs, but the view of the road below is clear. A few stars have emerged in the darkness settling over the sky like a thin slick of oil, following in the rosy wake of the pale sun. Kosaku puts his glasses on, smooths his hair back, and lights a cigarette.

He's not going to be out here for long, just until he figures out what he wants to say. He can’t think around Shinobu’s father, crumbles under his hard stare and his gravel-voiced accusations.

‘What do you want, money?” he’d asked in lieu of a greeting.

“This is a fine mess,” he’d said, after weathering their feeble attempts to talk around the issue at hand. “You’ll be expecting me to feed you, I suppose.”

Then, as they sat down to eat, to Shinobu: “Why are you doing this? Haven’t you caused me enough trouble?”

It’s all the worse for the apathy behind such cutting words, for his complete disinterest in anything said in response. Her father isn’t a big man, but he drains all the energy out of the room, with only cold contempt to replace it.

Shinobu adores romance movies, and there’s always a scene where the male lead swoops in with a heartfelt confession, the admission of which becomes shield and sword against anything standing in the way of his lover’s happiness. But life isn’t a movie, and when Kosaku tried to say something-anything- the words dried up and died on his tongue, and he found himself staring down into his lap, wishing he could wake up and find the last few weeks to be nothing more than a terrible dream.

Shinobu’s voice catches his ear, low and furious and only slightly muffled by the wall between them. The dining room window is cracked open a few centimeters; Kosaku can hear her as clearly as if he had his ear pressed to the door in the kitchen.

“Why can’t you just be happy for me? I don’t know why I even bothered.”

Her father, dull and scratchy: “You don’t call, you don’t visit, but now when you need something-“

“That’s not fair-“

“Life’s not fair. I don’t know why you can’t seem to get that through your head-“

Kosaku feels a sudden rush of gratitude towards his parents, who, although not the least bit pleased with him, at least waited for Shinobu to leave before saying so. He sits down, trying not to shiver as the cold seeps into his legs, then his core, like a stripe of ice creeping up his spine.

He sits and doesn’t think of much at all, letting the argument wash over him as pure noise, as meaningless as the rattle and hush of the wind in the bare branches of the trees. It’s full dark, the glowing tip of his cigarette the only point of brightness on a street cloaked in shadow, as remote and lifeless as the surface of the moon.

There’s the distant glare of yellow halogen headlights further down the road, the remote sound of the motor like a windup toy. Kosaku watches as it pulls up to the house, tires crunching to a stop on the gravel drive.

The man who slides out of the car is thin and shabby, lank hair hanging in his eyes. His shirtsleeves are rolled back to the elbows, and his canvas pants are ragged and splotched with old stains. He looks like a manual laborer, or some kind of repairman, but it’s far too late for somebody like that to come here.

Kosaku doesn’t see the resemblance to Shinobu’s father until he’s at the foot of the engawa, but it’s unmistakable up close. The man glances at Kosaku as he walks up to the front door, then cocks his head, listening to the argument like a spaniel hearing the clumsy wingbeats of a particularly fat duck. A smile worms its way across his face.

“Cigarette?” the man asks, holding his hand out to Kosaku.

“Huh?”

The outstretched hand closes, jabs a finger towards his face. “You’re the runt who knocked my sister up. Give me a goddamn cigarette.”

Kosaku lights it for him, too.

Shinobu’s brother sucks his first draught in hard and blows a dense cloud of smoke, settling down next to Kosaku with a satisfied sigh.

“So,“ Kosaku says, swallowing hard. He wets his lips. Shinobu never said anything about a brother.

“Why aren’t you in there?” the brother asks. His hands are red and chapped, speckled with tiny iridescent dots: fish scales. He must be a dock worker. Maybe she’s embarrassed.

“Sounds like they’re talking about you,” he continues. “You don’t have anything to say for yourself?”

Kosaku doesn’t know what he would say, though. Everything is happening so fast. A few months ago he had a girlfriend. Now he has a fiancé, soon to be a wife. And the baby, of course. Their child. Milestones that were once distant possibilities are suddenly only a hair’s breadth from the present.

“You’re not gonna run off, are you?” the brother asks.

“No!” Kosaku says, startled. “Never. I love her.”

“Alright. If you say so.”

His cigarette is starting to taste bad, thick and ashy on his tongue. Would it be rude to leave, or would the brother follow him inside? Would Shinobu be happy to see either of them?

“It’s kind of funny, isn’t it? This whole thing?”

“No, it’s not,” Kosaku says quietly.

“What, you don’t think so? She was an oops baby, too. Did she ever tell you that?” He leans in, his voice low and dangerous, close enough for Kosaku to see the stubble on his lip and the shallow pits of old acne scars on his cheek. “Hey, here’s some brotherly advice, from me to you: don’t wait twelve years after your first child is born to start fucking your neighbor’s wife. But if you do, if you really can’t help it, don’t forget to wear a condom, alright?”

Kosaku doesn’t understand what kind of reaction he’s trying to get out of him. He didn’t want to know that. Shinobu’s brother grins, his eyes bright and pitiless under the shaggy fringe of his bangs.

“Well. Best of luck.” He stands, flicking his cigarette off into the bushes, and stretches. “Take care of her, I guess. When’s the wedding?”

Kosaku doesn’t want to tell him. Shinobu has good reason not to talk about her brother. What was it like, growing up with a sibling over ten years distant from you, old enough to understand why his family is coming apart, but young enough to blame you for it?

The front door bangs open and Shinobu storms out, face set in a hard look of resignation. Kosaku scrambles to his feet as she passes him on her way to his car, ready for… something. He’s not sure what to expect: shouting, cursing, thrown shoes?

There’s none of that, just a deep, awful silence that seems to ooze from the gap between door and jamb, the frame swollen from cold, or damp, or both. The quiet shrouds them like a dark, dirty blanket, and Kosaku feels his breath catch, burning, in his chest.

“Be seeing you,” Shinobu’s brother says, but Kosaku doesn’t know which one of them he’s addressing. He pulls the door open, a thin strip of orange light spilling out onto the three of them, and then it groans shut, leaving Kosaku and Shinobu in darkness.

She shifts closer to him, arms wrapped around herself. Kosaku drops his cigarette and grinds it out with a gritty crunch.

“Let’s-“

“Can we-“

“Let’s just go,” he says. It’s not a romantic statement by any stretch of the imagination, but it’s decisive. “We can go to my parents’ place, or your dorm- anywhere you want.”

Shinobu sniffles. She looks cold, her nose red and her face pale and waxy, eyes ringed in dark circles. He wonders how well she’s been sleeping. “It’s a long drive back.”

“I can do it.” Kosaku takes her hand and it’s like a block of ice. He doesn’t start the car until he feels some warmth seeping in, until she clenches back, until he feels the bones in his fingers shift and ache.

#shinobu kawajiri #kosaku kawajiri #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba fanfic #like by the barest stretch of the imagination lmao we are stretching it Thin today #ask #no shinomama to speak of i think she tried settling with shinopapa for a few years and then got the hell out of dodge #maybe she's hanging out in italy with giorno's terrible beautiful party girl mother... imagine...#thank you guys for your patience i will continue with microfics 🙏

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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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I know it's been quite some time since I first posted please don't be mad only about 6 months girl but who's counting and I know a lot of you have been heavily requesting a sequel.

i've been working on this for quite awhile, taking y'all's feedback & ideas into consideration, & trying to create a follow up that y'all really wanted & would be happy with. i've re-written it about seven times, gone over it about a thousand, and tweaked it until I honestly couldn't stand to look at it anymore. that being said, I am pretty excited to say that it is finally coming.

I will give you a lil snippet (just a baby one, I don't wanna give it all away) for being so patient.

All of his words still echoed in the back of your mind, but so did his actions. The promise of marriage was eclipsed by the cherry lip stain on his collar. The prospect of a family was diluted by the scent of an expensive perfume that didn’t belong to you. The vow of faith and love was broken by yet another lie.

see you next week. ;)

#for those of you that have been waiting all this time for me to get my shit together #thank you for your patience #thank you for being so invested and even wanting a sequel #every single one of you continue to blow me away #i love you all so much <3 #matt murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock fic #matt murdock smut

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fairy-story · 1 month

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update!

Hi everyone! So sorry for the comic’s absence; between classes, work and my research project i havent had time to continue work on pages. I should be able to get back to a regular schedule sometime in early May! Thank you!

#the comic is not dead it will never die. im so very committed to this story and my beautiful guys #this summer ill only be working and continuing my project which should allow a third slot in my day for my art #this will be from may - august #i intend on getting a really solid backlog going so even if i get busy later on next academic term ill have pages ready to go #thank you for your patience!

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artoklasia-archive · 10 months

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I'm in the process of remaking this account at @artoklasia. I have twofold reasons for the remake. One, my tagging broke for some reason. Two, a while back I made a separate side @lovecoeur for the Valentine's adjacent content I would add here, but I never went about tailoring either side after I made that change. The remake is going to make it easier for me to reimagine and refresh both blogs.

@artoklasia is going to be more kink-forward, with a focus on sensuality and erotic nihilism. It will still feature symphorophilia, asitophilia, and gunge, among other things. The blog concept has always been cultivating a tagging system and then observing tag interplay.

Lovecoeur is going to see an uptick in more coquettish content. The intended blog concept has always been a dark romantic midcentury lovecore vibe, with a focus on color theory analysis, but the scope tends to stray a lot if I like the colors or vibes of something.

The new @artoklasia's queue just went live. If you want to head on over and re-follow, or even just boost me so folks can see the new side, it'd be most appreciated.

#this blog has just become such a tangled mess that i can't even begin to imagine setting it all straight without a remake #thank you so much for your patience and continued following

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