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mega-pink-star · 6 months

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More Kirby OC Drawings!

What can I say? I really like my characters! And just drawing them and slowly expanding on them and their personalities and backgrounds is proving to be ridiculously fascinating to me!

Anyway! Have more Singe, Chikami, Flick, Fizz, and Droplet!

#kirby #kirby fanart #kirby oc #singe knight #singe #kirby art #kirby oc art #star warriors #star warriors in training #singe and friends

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skizabaa · 9 months

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The newest member of the DJ crew! A... Furby?

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lesbaurinkos · 2 months

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do you think they knew even then that it was gonna be forever

#sent this to my friend in the middle of class and she physically put her head in her hands with such devastation another classmate asked-#-if she was ok. so i hope it can aid u guys in similar manners i suppose!#smiling shakily… Do You Remember. The Time. When W #no one look too hard at the train i don’t care what trains look like. it’s not about that.#it’s about. sing along to the start of forever. as paramore once said.#took the train home for spring break yesterday! just thought of them. x #dnp #dan and phil #phanart

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sunnymainecoonx · 1 month

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Honestly I don't think I'll finish it so I'll just leave it at that

#shattered dream #shattered dream sans #cross sans #utmv #sans au #undertale au #dark cream #dark cream week 2024 #dark cream week #sanscest #UwU #sighs.....#my brother and his friend is singing a normal beautiful harmonised welcome to the blac parade cover #it was fun drawing shattered scared :3:e:e:3::3:3

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fallra · 5 months

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The prewar gang karaoke and Orion is doing important research.

#transformers #maccadam #megatron #megatronus #optimus prime #orion pax #ratchet #soundwave #optiratch #Megatron and Ratchet got drunk and decided to sing karaoke to decide who was the better singer #Orion and Soundwave joined because they didn't want their friends to embarrass themselves together #Orion's workplace has these big screens #I needed to do this

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wifeofwolfman · 9 months

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this was a lot of work! i think it might be the prettiest & strangest thing i've made yet. fyi it's felted wool on wire armature. the claws, teeth, and beak are painted modeling foam.

id: pictures of a needlefelted wool creature puppet. this creature is a chimera of flamboyant flamingo and majestic leopard. it's built bizarre and it has no apparent eyes. its torso is made of a leopard's face. the chin is its stomach, with a toothy maw yawning in its midsection. the torso-face's upper lip mimics the pecs of a chest, and attached to that is a set of strong arms with large paws. the cheeks of the torso-face mimic an addition chest, and attached to this is a set of wings. the creature has a second face. from the nose ridge of the torso-face stretches the neck, head, and beak of a flamingo, once again apparently eyeless. its coat is all bright pink with a paler pink undercoat and hundreds of purple spots. on the feathery wings, the spots elongate into rows of streaks. below its knees, its legs are purple with light lavender scales, its feet webbed, three-toed, and clawed. its tail is long, terminating in a feathery bouquet.

#wifeofwolfman art #fiber art #needle felting #soft sculpture #creaturedesign #flamingo #leopard #trypophobia #idk just in case #it dances and sings like a bird #it stalks and pounces like a cat #if i was making a creature feature about this thing it would probably be something like Mothra or Rodan #or Q or The Legend of Boggy Creek #a fantastic thing totally alone in the human world #but then it discovers queer people and makes many friends

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autismmydearwatson · 3 days

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Every time I watch Dune I forget about it but I'm foaming at the mouth over how Paul has a vision of himself as a powerful, respected, divine figure with millions worshipping him and he just says "Somebody help me"

#AND NO ONE!!!!!!!! DOES!!!!!!!!#HE LIES DOWN IN THE GRAVE OF HIS OWN LEGEND AND HIS OWN FRIENDS AND WORSHIPPERS ADD DIRT TO HIS PIT #HIS OWN MOTHER SINGS HIS PRAISES AND BUILDS HIS PEDESTAL WHILE HE LOSES PARTS OF HIMSELF #EVEN CHANI CAN ONLY WATCH #eternally fucked up how Jessicas response to his “thousands worshipping at the shrine of my fathers skull” is essentially just #“yes you are my son! you are Duke Paul Atreides! this is your birthright #“i am so proud of you!” NO YOU EUGENIST FREAK YOUR SON IS FUCKING DOOMED #dune #dune 2021 #paul atreides #dune part 1

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ollyrewind · 6 months

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now rumor has it you’re in love with your dead best friend

#nygmobblepot #gotham #riddlebird #edward nygma #oswald cobblepot #i think about this scene a normal amount #this song just works for them sorry #dudes is it okay to fantasize about your late best friend singing to you in a cabaret

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puppy-steve · 2 days

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married steddie but they don't live a super lavish life. they're dirt poor, living in a small house at the end of a dead end road that they rent off one of wayne's buddies. steve's a manager at walmart along with robin. eddie's main job is welding but he also does tattooing on the side, so they host a lot of tattoo parties for their friends every other weekend.

there's music and beer and laughing. eddie always asks steve, "you want a new one, baby?" bc all of steve's tattoos have been done by eddie. he won’t let anyone else near him with a gun. eddie doesn’t give him giant ones, only ones that take up a small-ish patch of skin.

inevitably, there's always teasing from their friends. "we gotta pay for ours, how come you ain't charging him, huh?"

to which steve answers, after snagging eddie's beer from his hand and taking a swig and winking, "oh, don't worry, i'll pay him later tonight."

their friends hoot and holler at eddie's flustered grin as steve smacks a kiss to his cheek.

#eddie's payment is steve dragging him to their bedroom and sucking his dick while their friends are still in the living room #they fuck a lil too and that gets them even more teasing when they come back all flushed and sweaty #cj talks #steddie #married steddie #kinda wanna make a verse about this #trans steve letting eddie fuck his pussy on the couch in front of everyone #theyre not allowed to touch him #only watch as eddie spreads him open and makes him sing so pretty on his cock

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hella1975 · 1 year

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noah kahan really said growing up in a small, bitter hometown is about the rage and the hatred that's been sung about many times before but it's also about love and devotion and the 'all three of us were drowning and we didn't know how to save each other but there was an understanding that we were all drowning together' of it all and knowing people so intimately yet not being able to help anyone and he's morally grey at best in a lot of his songs and objectively the bad guy in others and that's just how it is and it's about substance abuse and normalised crime and teen suicide and country roads and failed exams and leaving and being left and love and hate and love and hate and love and

#anyway. listening to orange juice again. like it's my fault #girls when growing sideways and view between villages and northern attitude and homesick and stick season come on #like new england must actually be called that for a reason bc you cant convince me this guy isnt actually secretly singing about england #like even when he sings about the WEATHER im like !!! this guy gets it fr!!!#IM TIRED OF DIRT ROADS NAMED AFTER HIGH SCHOOL FRIEND'S GRANDFATHERS AND MOTHERFUCKERS HERE DONT KNOW #THEY CAUGHT THE BOSTON BOMBERS TIME MOVES SO DAMN SLOW I SWEAR I FEEL MY ORGANS FAILING I STOPPED CARING ABOUT A MONTH AGO #SINCE IT'S BEEN SMOOTH SAILING I WOULD LEAVE IF ONLY I COULD FIND A REASON IM MEAN BECAUSE I GREW UP IN NEW ENGLAND!!!#or the entirety of growing sideways. divvied up my anger into 30 seperate parts keep the bad shit in my liver and the rest around my heart #r u even listening. what the hell #HONEY COME OVEERRRRRR THE PARTY'S GONE SLOWERRR AND NO ONE WILL TEMPT YOU WE KNOW YOUVE GONE SOBER <- sobbing #noah kahan #stick season

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conjuring-ghouls · 6 months

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Call out in the middle of the night, for when else would I hear you? Dedicating this to @delullu for the emotional support through the process.

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hairmetal666 · 1 year

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Steve and Eddie don't like each other at first. Or, no, that's not quite right. They're still bonded from everything. They're friends, sort of, but they don't spend time together outside the group, have trouble talking one-on-one.

Steve doesn't think about it much. So, he and Eddie won't ever be real friends, okay. He's a little disappointed, but mostly he doesn't understand how he feels about the other guy. He's always anxious when Eddie's around, clumsy and stuttering, infected with Robin's tendency to nervous chatter. It doesn't make sense. It's just Eddie. But that's the thing. It's Eddie and Steve doesn't know how to act around him.

And Eddie? Well, he spends a lot of time avoiding Steve because the fucking cascade of butterflies he gets every time Harrington is around. He knows what it means, knows even he isn't immune to the Harrington charm, but he needs to be. He needs to keep his heart safe. So, he keeps his distance because Steve Harrington is not for him and never will be.

It changes during movie nights. First it's teasing Dustin and Mike, mocking whatever horrible movie the kids put on, and then it's inside jokes, and playful bickering, and evenings with just the two of them drinking beer and sharing joints.

Then it's August. It's too hot everywhere and Steve's parents are home, so they're in Steve's car, driving with no destination, a couple joints in Eddie's jacket pocket and a six-pack in the trunk. They're listening to a mixtape Eddie made Steve, a bunch of metal. Steve still doesn't get it but there are a couple of songs he enjoys. Rainbow in the Dark starts--this is one Steve likes, reminds him of Eddie and not just because it's Dio. Sun filters through foliage and into the car windows, backlighting Eddie's curls like he's some kind of deity, beautiful and ethereal, not part of this world.

Steve starts singing along to the music, can't help himself. His friend throws him a beaming smile, big enough that Steve thinks his heart stops. He smiles back. He and Eddie sing the rest of the song together, and Steve is...he's content. He's happy. He hasn't felt this way since--well fuck--since 1983. Their eyes meet again, gazes linger, warmth pools in Steve's chest and low in his stomach.

Oh. He thinks. That's what this is. It settles something inside him, the knowing.

Time passes, they get closer, share a bed most nights. Doesn't matter where as long as they're together. Sleep better this way, both of them.

They're at the trailer when it happens, sharing a joint, loosely tucked against each other in bed.

"I've never had a friend like you," Eddie says. His eyes stay fixed on the smoke he exhaled. "I know you and Robin are--like, I get it. But you're--for me--"

"Yeah," Steve agrees. He flushes from his chest to forehead. "For me too."

It's enough, they both think. They're standing on the edge of more have been for months, but this? This is good. There's no need to push, to force. They're hurt, Steve thinks. They're healing. And they have time.

Corroded Coffin plays their first show back at the Hideout in December. Steve's never seen Eddie like this, performing. His shirt is cropped and artfully torn, his jeans more rip than pants. He's wearing eyeliner and his hair is wild. And the way he moves, sinuous and sleek, hips thrusting in a tantalizing rhythm as he shreds on the guitar. Steve wants so badly he feels it in his teeth.

He finds Eddie smoking behind the Hideout after the set. His eye are too bright, his smile manic, the adrenaline keying him up to the highest setting of Eddie. Steve knows he matches the energy, can't help it.

Eddie throws himself into Steve's arms, wrapping around him tight enough that no space lingers. The musician presses his face into Steve's neck, nuzzling, lips pressing against his pulse point. They touch always, share a bed and cuddle, but never like this; nothing like this. Steve pulls Eddie closer, and groans at the mutual swivel of their hips.

Eddie's breath comes in panting bursts, and Steve thinks, "here it is, finally, finally," but the door next to them bangs open and they jump apart at the noise.

Their friends and the rest of the Corroded Coffin guys come out, frolicking and shouting, complimenting Eddie on the show. If anyone noticed them embracing, notices the way they both adjust their clothing to hide their matching arousal, they don't say anything.

Steve wakes early the next morning, early enough that Eddie doesn't even stir beside him, hair wild and eyeliner smeared.

He gets out of bed, starts breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes and bacon, Eddie's favorite. He's so intent on cooking that he doesn't hear the other man come up behind him, doesn't realize he's even awake until a warm body presses to his back, long-fingered hands slipping under his t-shirt, tracing the scars on his stomach. He leans into it without a thought. They touch all the time, but they don't touch like this.

"Watcha making, sweetheart?" Eddie whispers.

"Your favorite," Steve answers.

Eddie makes a little sound, almost a whimper, and presses his face to Steve's neck. Steve lifts his chin, leaning into Eddie and offering more. Warm lips press against his jaw, down to the moles on his throat. A moan slips from his lips as he grinds his ass into Eddie's hardness. The other man groans, grabbing at Steve's hips.

Somewhere in the press of their bodies, Steve has the presence of mind to turn. He lifts his hands, cups Eddie's jaw, thumbs caressing the stubbled, scarred skin of his cheeks. "Okay?" He asks. His voice shakes.

Eddie's eyes are wide, shining, and he swallows hard. Steve knows he's overwhelmed, knows that the words won't come. Instead, Eddie nods, and finally finally they kiss.

Steve is flying. His blood soars in his veins, his heart lifts off. It was always supposed to be this. Always supposed to be them.

It was slow. It was easy. It was small jokes, and long looks, and little touches, and singing in cars and best friends and sharing beds.

His heart belonged to Eddie Munson for months. It will belong to him forever.