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Return of vi brainrot

#arcane #vi #league of legends #catvi #violyn #after a long draught the brainrot is gripping me once again #i am living in the timeline where arcane s2 drops #i am imagining it is already november #where arcane s2 is dropping #and i am in a watch party #with the Fine Arts Department of my school #watching it like we did before on the projector

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Can you draw some piltovers finest? I love the way you draw them but it’s been a while since Ive seen something about them in your page :>

it's been awhile since i've drawn them and i think my art style has changed (hopefully for the better, since Ive moved course to Fine Arts) but here <3

#piltover's finest #Arcane #LoL #league of legends #violyn #caitlyn kiramman #vi league of legends #vi lol #tried to do this as fast and coherent as possible #since i need sleep but #here #i havent drawn them in a while and god #look at them #i kinda forgot how to draw them #i havent looked at references so SOSIFSO

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@leavemeintheground had me thinking bout taliyah again <3

#lol #league of legends #taliyah #idk if ive improved these past few months #BUT LOOK AT HER #OUR DEAR EARTH MAGE #OUR LIL SKIPPING ROCK #a skateboarder in my modern AU because yes

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autumn's song by stephen day </3

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #angst #stranger things #stranger things fanart #missed doing art for them #but yeah #ive been getting my life together #or am still trying to #theres been a lot on my mind #but this is my way of returning to myself #by drawing our eepies <3

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do you have a link to the smoking video??

here you go 💖

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girl dinner ✨(that one clip of joe keery smoking on set while in costume has altered me)

#steve harrington #joe keery #for those who write AUs of steve harrington #DO SOMETHING WITH THIS #PLS #WITH THE CLIP TOO #YA HAVE TO SEE IT #anyways #im normal #fanart

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hurt steve hours </3

#steve harrington #steve harrington whump #steve whump #hurt steve #stranger things fanart #stranger things #steddie #i just love it when our bb boi gets battered like we do

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Miles should know better than to look directly at the sun ☀️

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💥SPIDER-PUNK💥

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✨ not a role model, but a runway model ✨(he’s been rotting my brain) --- good news, i just opened a ko-fi!

#hobie brown #hobie brown my beloved #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #I SWEAR #he makes me so ill in the head #in the best way #i love him sm your honor #GET HIM OUT OF HEREEEE #anyways i just opened a kofi for the first time #and id appreciate all the support i can get there #to continue doing my art

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Fuck da Police embrace dirty unwashed spiders

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not a role model, former runway model

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hobie brown brainrot 💕

#spiderman atsv #atsv #hobie brown #digital art #fan art

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and the moon is a slave to the tides both sides, both sides, both sides yeah, i wonder how you leave when i know there’s no place to go and i wonder how you still move me to a place where i have no control - both sides of the moon, celeste

#dungeons and dragons #honor among thieves #xenk the paladin #i think it'd be interesting to explore #the stigma against thayans #and how it applies to xenk #as he grew up into being a paladin #since throughout the movie #we see such hate and fear towards the thayans #and he earned people's trust #apply that shit to xenk and edgin getting closer #edgin working over his initial #distrust and distaste #LIKE #GET THEM TOGETHER

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hi!! are you the author of my grave is mine to dig on ao3? i just saw your url is the same as on that fic and i was just wondering haha! i love that fic sm!

YESSSS, sorry for the late reply, that's me, that's me!!! sorry if im late to update it, chapter three is being a bitch and i might be splitting it into two big parts since it's where the subplot line begins closing in with the reveal of the main plotline, but AHHHH!!! hope ur patient enough for it 😭😭😭 here's a snippet from chapter three, if this helps!

There was something in people sharing sentiments with inanimate objects. How Steve’s affection extended to the unreal, to the immobile, and to the lifeless. Like he could love even beyond what normal loving did and there was something about that. With children loving anything and everything. 

As if they could both love like kids could; like how they used to. Unfettered, limitless, real. (Like they had the power to do this: keep on loving again.)

“Come on. Ma’s this way,” Eddie’s voice was hoarse and quiet, and Steve must’ve been learning a lot about him too because he didn’t make a comment. Just let himself be pulled away. 

“You think she’ll like me?” Steve asked quietly. 

“I don’t know,” Eddie teased, “what do you think?” 

“Eddieeee,” Steve dragged him to a stop, earning a chuckle out of him.

Eddie turned around and met Steve’s eyes. Found the churchyard, trapped in dawn, the sun breaking through the clouds at a time where Eddie and Steve would usually be sat at breakfast—after Steve came back from whatever run he did in the morning. They’d be sharing a plate by then, with food that Steve cooked up, listening to Eddie’s old records on the turntable Eddie had dug out from Wayne’s old stuff. Steve would have bandaids over his fingers. Eddie would ask about them—and Steve would hum until Eddie forgot ever asking. Take his hand and dance him around. Pretended the world didn’t exist for a moment—that they weren’t hurt everyday.

He swallowed past the lump in his throat. 

“Well, Steve, I don’t know. She likes to wake up early, though. She leaves conditioner in her hair, and can't go out without her favorite bracelet. Ma, she would sing this tune from a show—I forgot the name, I don’t remember—but all I knew was that Ma loved to sing it in the kitchen.” He swept Steve’s hand up to his face, pressing a kiss into the knuckle just cause he could. “She liked cats, and those silver wind chimes you’d see hangin’ from windows. I think my favorite memory of her is—” 

He thinned his lips to meet Steve’s eyes once more; how Steve was full of wonder and adoration. A soft vacuum in a world that held his mess. Eddie couldn’t think of anything more treacherous. Beautiful. 

“Is what, Eds?” Steve whispered, in a manner so reverent, like he knew how Eddie was looking at him then. Caught in the dredges of his heart. If only he knew.

Eddie suddenly felt shy. Christ.

“Every time I called her a hero, she’d light up like a fucking Christmas tree. She knew how much I loved superheroes an’ shit back then. I was fucking ridiculous.” Eddie shook his head, laughing through his nose. “She’d take me out on Fridays, get me those jelly ice pops and sit by the curb. Good shit. We’d count the birds that flew by—name ‘em some stupid things—like Spot, or Dot or whatever.” Steve throwing his head back in a laugh didn’t make the names so stupid, so Eddie grinned softly in return. Continued, “We’d watch the sunset, and sing a few songs too. We’d wait until Pa left so we could go home. The best days were always when the bastard was gone. Ma always made shit better somehow. It’s her magic powers or something. It always blew my mind.”

Eddie took a shaky breath. Steve tightened his grip and he looked over.

He didn’t know what he saw, but he knew what Steve was seeing. He was looking at Eddie, and the jagged mire inside him; broken and scarred over. Steve’s body—just this time, reflected in Eddie’s heart. A hurt manor, full of cracked windows and creaky doors. Alcoves of people—in a life that nearly fell apart. 

Steve wasn’t scared to take a look.

“She sounds amazing,” Steve told him, “and you turned out amazing. Fucking amazing. I’m glad she was there to love you. That she was your superhero—your mom.”

As if Eddie wasn’t fucked up for always losing people. For constantly loving and being left behind. For caring so much, that he felt like he was suffocating the people he wanted to stay; squeezing them so tight in his grasp, that his grip—his care—was horrifying. A desperate thing that forced people to leave. That he was a broken boy, always forced to stay. 

But this was Steve, daunting and fearless. Loved with scars, never without them—because what the fuck kinda bastard would say shit like that right off the bat?

Eddie didn’t know what to say, except, “She was. And you know what? I think she’d love you too,” which was the truth.

Because it was kinda like that. Seeing the people you loved, reflected in the people you were loving. 

Mallory Munson would’ve probably loved Steve Harrington for how similar they were. Maybe they had the same look in their eyes. People who gave a bit too much; who worried for the future, and what it would bring. Who had people for whom they cared for a lot; for whom they gave themselves up to. People who might be facing this future—with or without them, so they gave themselves to the world—if only it meant that the world could love them a bit more easier.

Eddie looked at Steve and saw something familiar. It scared him. Made him feel tender and weak, in the face of something so fleeting. (In his grasp, squeezing, running away—dying.)

“I think I could love her too.” Steve whispered, and Eddie hoped (fucking hoped) that it was true. That he’d stay.

With that, they strode forward across the dead. 

And Eddie wondered if given the chance—he could love Steve Harrington any easier too. 

#steddie au #monster hunter AU #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things au #fic #stranger things fic #alternate universe #my grave is mine to dig #trashpocket fic

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more cyberpunk cowboy steddie au sketches (half-cy mean half-cyborg AOIJDAS)

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #AU #steddie au #alternate universe #cowboys

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cyberpunk cowboys steddie 🏃

#steddie #stranger things #fanart #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #au #stranger things fanart