#and while everyone thinks he's dead

[steddiealltheway]

1984 is not Steve Harrington’s year.

Not only does he find out that his girlfriend doesn’t actually love him, but somehow the creepy monster thing that united his now ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend, came back in the form of some type of monster dog.

The highlight of his year might actually be befriending a nerdy middle schooler who introduced him to said monster dog - which he named Dart of all things... something to do with a candy bar.

He groans at the thought as the music from downstairs carries into his room. For some reason, Tommy Hagan decided to temporarily ignore the fact that he ditched Steve for the new keg king, Billy Hargrove, who managed to give Steve something else to worry about while literal Hell crawled its way into Hawkins, in favor of throwing a New Year's Eve party in the Harrington residence.

Typical for the year Steve's having. Why not end it horribly too?

He glances at the clock, relieved that it's already somewhat close to midnight. If it weren't for the noise, he would consider trying to sleep through this one. Instead, he lays back on his bed and hopes that no one tries to disturb him.

As if the universe can hear his thoughts, and then curse them, the door to his bedroom swings open.

Steve sits up with a huff and frowns at the person.

A guy with medium length curly hair and doe eyes stares back at him with a big smile that screams chaos.

"Sorry, dude," Steve says, "Bedroom is off limits. Go hookup, smoke, or whatever somewhere else."

Instead of leaving, the guy closes the door behind him and locks it.

Steve scoots back on the bed, hand reaching back to wrap around the nail bat he leaves behind his nightstand.

The dude raises his hands in mock surrender, silver rings glinting in the light streaming in from Steve's window - blinds open enough so he can make sure no one does anything weird in his pool. "Listen, man, I'm not here to hurt you or anything. Although you might hurt me when you hear why I'm here."

There's something about his voice that sounds familiar to Steve when it suddenly hits him - all the yelling and stomping around on tabletops. "You're Eddie Munson."

Eddie smiles and bows dramatically. "Guilty as charged."

Steve's frown deepens, and for a fleeting moment he thinks Dustin would really like the guy. "So, why would I hurt you if I hear you out?"

"Because, Steve," Eddie draws out his name as if it has a deeper meaning, "I was downstairs thinking about what a wonderful year I've had, and I decided that I might as well start the year with a little chaos."

Steve's grip tightens around the bat in case he's some sort of satanic serial killer or something, although his gut tells him that he shouldn't be scared of the man. "What do you mean by chaos?"

There's a strange glint in Eddie's eye when he shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks on the feet as if he wants to move closer to Steve but has decided to plant himself by his door. "I mean... I came to this party to sell my supply and after my whole lunchbox was cleaned out, I started thinking about who I should kiss at midnight. Or more precisely, who would be the worse option, or rather, the option that would bring the most-"

"Chaos. Yeah, I got that part," Steve cuts him off.

Eddie's smile changes to something genuine for a moment as he comments, "Wow, Steve Harrington is actually listening to me."

Steve rolls his eyes, grip loosening on the bat. "I'd rather you not stand on my desk to get my attention." To Steve's surprise, Eddie actually laughs in response and pulls a strand of hair in front of his face to hide his smile. And to Steve's much greater surprise, his heart starts beating a little faster and he finds it harder to not smile back at him. "So, chaos?" Steve prompts.

"Right," Eddie says, rocking on his feet again, "Chaos." He ducks his head for a moment as if hyping himself up for the next thing he's going to say, which is when Steve entirely releases his grip on the bat, realizing that Eddie is more scared of him. "So, I thought, to start the year off with the most chaos, I would choose someone to kiss that would bring the most chaos. And I thought, why not the host of this party?"

Steve frowns. "Tommy's downstairs."

Eddie mirrors his frown. "You're not hosting?"

"Why would I be in my room if I'm hosting?"

"Why would the party be in your house if you're not hosting?"

It suddenly hits Steve. "Wait, you want to kiss me?"

Eddie takes a step back, hovering even closer to the door than he was before. "Consensually, of course."

It takes a moment for Steve to fully process what is being asked. "You think I'm the worst option to kiss?"

"That's what you're asking?" Eddie asks, trailing off to mutter something like, "The fragile ego of athletes, I swear."

"I got dumped this year. Of course my ego is low."

Eddie smiles bashfully. "Sorry, my uncle always tells me I'm not as quiet as I think I am." And there's something about Eddie's cheeks that are slightly flushed, the strand of hair he starts tugging at again, and the way he can't stop bouncing as if he's buzzing with energy and nerves that makes him so...

"Yes," Steve blurts out suddenly. For a moment, he wonders if the mindf- mind fly? mind... whatever evil thing from a few weeks ago has possessed him.

"Yes what?" Eddie asks sounding genuinely confused. As Steve stands up to look out his blinds and shut them, Eddie rambles, "Yes, I'm not as quiet as I think I am? Or yes, you're about to punch me, and I'm going to finally figure out how it felt when you got your face bashed in a few weeks ago?"

Steve rolls his eyes before holding up both of his hands, mimicking Eddie's pose when he first came into the room. "Yes, I'll kiss you."

It's as if Eddie has forgotten he's asked the question the way his jaw drops, and he stares at Steve like he's said the most confusing thing he's ever heard. Which... to be fair... is highly likely.

"You want to kiss me?"

Steve takes a small step closer to Eddie. "I want to give you your chaos."' When Eddie doesn't look convinced, Steve takes a step closer to him, hand running through his hair as he continues, "Who knows, maybe it'll give me good luck or something for next year by cancelling out the chaos from this year."

Eddie nods. "Okay. You're giving me your chaos. Yeah. That makes sense."

"And you're taking my chaos away," Steve agrees, trying to tell himself that this is a rational decision. "This makes sense."

"You're not going to beat me up?" Eddie asks, risking a small step away from the door.

Steve shakes his head. "Seems like a bad way to start the year, don't you think?"

Eddie nods as Steve steps closer to him, slowly, as if not to startle him away. "You know, I thought just asking you would be chaotic enough as is and then I could run away and pretend you hallucinated or something when you tried to beat me up."

"Should've asked Hargrove then," Steve says, cocking his head to the side. "Does that mean you don't actually want to kiss me?"

Eddie swallows and shakes his head. "I didn't say that."

Just as Steve gets in front of Eddie, he hears people downstairs counting down from ten. "Good," Steve says, "Because there isn't enough time to find someone else."

Eddie scoffs, the countdown now at eight, "That's not true for you."

"Maybe, but I'm not really looking to find anyone else right now. Are you?" Five.

Eddie smiles and takes a step forward. "No." Three.

Steve reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind Eddie's ear. "Good." One.

Steve's not really sure who moves first or if they move together, but the yells of, "Happy New Year" are drowned out as Eddie's lips meet his in a kiss that feels more desperate than Steve expected. He's not sure why they're kissing as if the countdown was for the end of the world, but he really doesn't care.

It's only when Steve's gets a little carried away, Eddie's back slams against Steve's door with a thud that's loud enough to alert anyone that something's happening in Steve's room, that Steve breaks away with a gasp, seeking the air Eddie's stolen from him. He wonders if - hopes - it's the chaos he's taken.

"Happy New Year," Steve whispers, hands cupping Eddie's face while Eddie's are tangled in the mess he's made of Steve's hair. He's not sure when either of those things happened.

"Happy fucking New Year, Steve," Eddie mutters, hands slowly dropping from his hair.

Steve's hands hold onto Eddie's face a little tighter for a moment, and he sees the moment a bit of fear sparks in Eddie's eyes. Steve quickly shakes his head. "No, I'm not about to beat you up. It's just... I kind of slammed you against the door a little hard there, and if someone else is up here and they see you..."

"Chaos," Eddie fills in with a nod, "And not the good kind."

"Yeah," Steve sighs, "Not the good kind." He glances to his window where the blinds are firmly shut - thank you Jonathan for teaching him that lesson - and down at the locked doorknob before looking back at Eddie. He glances at his lips momentarily before blurting out, "Stay with me."

Eddie's jaw drops, mouth opening slightly in shock.

Steve steps back, hands reluctantly leaving Eddie's face. "Stay until everyone clears out at least. No ulterior motive."

Eddie shoves his hands into his pockets and moves back into Steve's space. "What if I want there to be an ulterior motive?" He tilts his head down and gives Steve a case of lethal puppy dog eyes. "Fully take your chaos away, remember?"

Steve is absolutely sure that this in no way will take away the chaos of his previous year and will likely only invite questions, confusion, and further chaos into 1985.

"Yeah, I remember," Steve says, pulling Eddie into another desperate kiss.

Maybe Eddie was onto something about starting the year with a little chaos. And maybe 1985 will be his year.

(i accidentally wrote a tiny epilogue later in the tags that i really like)

[technically-human]

The hug!!

This one was once again commissioned by our dear @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are and we actually talked about this scene quite a lot. Charles is still going through it, and he doesn't even feel like he should be getting the hugs he needs. Poor boy.

[bluerosefox]

A new idea spawned.

A Danny/Bruce/Talia idea again.

Like my Bittersweet and Sweetheart Exes prompt I wrote out a while ago.

But lets add in core/babies Dan and Ellie... Is this mpreg? eh I guess?

So hear me out.

Danny is an adult in this BTW. (Maybe a few years younger than Bruce?)

Danny is in Gotham? (maybe a different place?) and he's with a redeemed Vlad (whose acting like a second father figure for Danny, OR maybe he is because he's now dating Maddie and Jack? Good Fenton parents? IDK) for some Gala event since Danny is his godson. Danny's been stressed out lately and everyone thought it would be best if he got out of Amity for a while, clear his head. He's only at the event because Vlad promised to buy out the neighboring space museum the next day if he went with Vlad for the night.

Anyways Danny is at this event because of normalish reasons.

Bruce/Batman and Talia are there for their own reasons, it just so happened that they were both at this event (Talia for a mission? Bruce for his own? Maybe it connects later?) Of course Talia flirts with her Beloved when she has chances and Bruce slowly caves to her because he still holds feelings for the woman.

During their interactions they stumble across Danny, maybe they run into him outside in the garden grounds? They went outside to talk about their 'missions' while Danny just wanted some air, Danny apologizes for interrupting them and goes to leave but Bruce decides its best to have a witness in case they need alibis later starts being Brucie (Talia rolls her eyes amused at the idiot mask) and says Danny doesn't have to go.

The three actually, somehow hit it off. Even Talia is a bit more charmed with Danny than she thought she would be. (Maybe because he didn't bat an eye when she mentioned she could fight, she's used to men thinking because she's beautiful/a woman she is a 'delicate flower', Danny knows she's deadly, can sense it, says so as much when she asks eventually and mentions how he grew up with a badass mother and his big sister could beat him into the ground in hand to hand, bad with guns though. He even says he has two female friends who could kick his butt as well, one scrappy (Sam, I headcanon Sam would be a scrappy fighter) while the other has training (Val))

AND because this mission they both were on is more for recon until later, the three are flirting for a while, drink a bit, and eventually find themselves in bed in someone's hotel room that night.

When Danny wakes up the next morning, he is alone, with a note from them (Bruce wrote it, Talia only signed it because Bruce convinced her to be polite at least) The room has been paid by one of them for the day, along with any food he could order for the day.

Meanwhile Batman and LOA Talia are dealing with each other/missions.

But here's the thing. A few months go by and Danny is now trying to figure out how to contact them both, Bruce is easy to find but he'll have to explain to him a few things to the himbo (who might not be as much as a himbo he thought he was? 'Brucie' seemed smarter by the end of the night before they fell into bed together), while Talia seemed like a ghost (Ha! He's still funny) and next to impossible to find (though Bruce might know where she is? They seemed very close, like they knew each other before hand)

The reason?

It turns out the two Danny fell in bed with MIGHT have been a bit more liminal than he first thought (Talia more than Bruce but both are very death touched) and the two cores of his once clones (Ellie and Dan) he had been storing inside himself might had decided that the two were liminal enough to use their DNA's/pieces of their spirit/souls and now Danny has two tiny cores incubating inside of himself and he really doesn't wanna be that person that hides this from the person(s) they had a one night stand with.

So yeah... Now Danny is making his way to Gotham to talk to Bruce (and maybe Talia is Bruce has her number?) about the whole half ghost thing, the cores inside of him, and the future kids they are having....

Oh boy....

[egophiliac]

I have never been more concerned for a JP update from your art than I am seeing a Cheka knowing the context of Leona’s dream.

My bois ok right?????? My sweet nephews ok right??????

well

uhhhh

I'm sure the real one is fine :)

[fridgrave2-0]

hehe ghost-turbo haunting felix au

turbo is connected to the last piece of his code in the whole arcade - a trophy he gifted to felix in mid 80s as a symbol of him genuinely caring about their relationships on par with being the best racer. felix also gave him one of his medals and both kept their gifts next to other rewards, but when roadblasters and turbotime were unplugged, the medal was gone with everything else

now, after burning in cola-lava turbo is basically dead, but scraps of his code still were intertwined with the trophy (after all, it was his first winner's cup, but felix never knew about it), giving turbo an opportunity to exist as a shadow incapable of interacting with anything and anyone besides felix, who kept the trophy even after the roadblasters incident

also I went crazy in tags, feel free to check them out

[rachelazegler]

bobby crawling out of his grave in the season finale only to realize a) he is in minnesota and b) he has no recollection of the past 11 years

[javierduffy]

different.

[atheistcake]

UUUhhhh I made these inspired by the 1990s Looney Tunes chess set, which was shared in this post click me im a link and the really cool art by @baffycontent

[iveseenthatlovebefore]

I had a fic idea while at a work meeting that could have been just been an email chain and because I was feeling emotional after writing my fuck ubisoft rant:

It's an Ezio/Des fic, naturally (because heehee) but imagine right—Post AC3, Desmond touches the Eye and that lands him in 15th century Italy. Obviously, this is just some last hurrah his brain has cooked up for him before dying, so Desmond takes it in stride: stealing from nobles, following Ezio's footsteps out of nostalgia, and emotionally imprinting on a problem horse he steals and names Clay.

He's vibing.

What he doesn't know is:

He's not hallucinating.

He's very much in 148X.

And there are now widespread rural rumors about a burnt cloaked demon-marked wraith wandering the countryside and terrifying priests, animals, and peasants alike.

Meanwhile, Desmond is just like: "That's weird. I wonder who they're talking about. Probably just some guy with bad luck."

Also Desmond: "I've always wanted to wear Altair's armor myself. This is my death dream—I'm stealing that shit." So he reverse-parkours his way into an Assassin tomb through the exit, steals the last seal while Ezio is busy with canon stuff, and ends up walking out of Monteriggioni fully kitted in the holy armor of his first ancestor like its a goddamn cosplay item.

Then he just starts vibing around Italy in Altair's armor.

Riding his demon horse. Visiting landmarks. Sightseeing like he's on vacation. Accidentally becoming a LEGEND.

Eventually he ends up in Venice just in time to witness Ezio disguised as a guard to retrieve the Piece of Eden from Cyprus. Desmond watches, fond and nostalgic, because he remembers this memory—it's one of the good ones. Where after the fight, Ezio gets his finger branded, formally inducted as an Assassin, and does the leap of faith with all his teachers.

It's a warm moment. Poetic. Emotional.

So naturally, Desmond's intrusive thoughts win.

He sneaks in while everyone's fighting, yoinks the actual Apple of Eden, and replaces it with a literal apple he bought earlier for his horse.

Then he climbs to the top of the viewpoint tower and watches Ezio's formal initiation play out while holding the real POE like it's a fidget spinner.

This is has lived rent free in my brain for the past few days and I fear for what this may mean. But GOD, I love the idea of Desmond being utterly unaware of the chaos he's causing and Ezio running around like—

"WHERE'S THE APPLE? WHO TOOK THE ARMOR??" "ALTAIR????"

Meanwhile, Desmond is just out here, watching what he thinks is canon play out like a 3rd party observer, genuinely thinking he hasn't affected anything and still 100% convinced he's hallucinating.

[endiness]

as someone who thinks that peter's nurse always came off as extremely sus and that she always had some kind of hidden agenda going on and headcanons that she alone was the one that actually lured laura back to beacon hills so that peter could kill her while in a feral state and become the alpha, i have to say, i think it'd make so much more sense if the mind meredith read to come up with the dead pool was actually peter's nurse instead of peter.

and this would fit with the timeline too? like, meredith was admitted to the same hospital as peter in mid-ish december of '09 and she was there — still psychically active — for weeks, if not months, which would mean her stay there with peter (and his nurse) would've lasted until at least early 2010. and then it's less than a year before everything starts kicking off and s1 happens.

[warrior-of-storms]

Gotta say, my favorite thing about post-death but pre-UTRH Jason is the way Bruce and Dick hallucinated him occasionally. And they were generally pretty chill about hallucinating him too, because that's the only way they got to spend time with him anymore and the mental health of the entire family is already in shambles so why not?

Like, Nightwing Secret Files and Origins? Delightful. Dick is so happy to just be hanging out with his baby brother even though they both know Jason is a hallucination due to Dick being in a near-death situation. But look at them!

Like. they're just hanging out. Dick Grayson has extremely normal ways of bonding with his siblings, like hanging out with a hallucination of Jason or running around blindfolded on top of a train with Tim. Normal older sibling behavior 👍

Like?? they're just messing around! Dick's body is currently in mortal danger because he's been knocked out in his attempt to retake Blackgate during NML, but they're just having a good time here!

Or Batman: Demon, which isn't technically a hallucination, it's an illusion being cast on Bruce, but like. He still takes the opportunity to hug Jason and kinda apologize and it's surprisingly sweet (until Jason turns out to be an illusion hiding a freaky demon thing, anyway). But in the moment it's kinda cute!

Also, you know, obligatory reminder that Jason canonically went to heaven according to Green Arrow (2001) #7

Anyway! Yeah, I just like HalluciJason. They should bring that back for anything set during the Timbin era. Or in fics and whatnot. If it's set during the period between Jason's death and UTRH, Dick and Bruce can always just hallucinate Jason 👍

Bonus dream sequence appearance from Gotham Knights (2000) #16 because he is very cute and polite :)

[superbat-lmao]

Bruce Wayne dies, and like a prayer, Jason Todd returns to Gotham. Always too late.

He never followed his plans or became Red Hood, instead finishing his schooling and traveling for a while with Talia to stay in shape. He and Damian on and off text or call, but they both know the other is living the way they need to. They’ll always be there, but sometimes you need your own space to figure out what you really want.

When Dick takes up the mantle and Damian becomes Robin, Jason takes a posting at Gotham University and rents an apartment in the alley. Damian comes to visit and Jason tells him stories, as many as he can remember. The kid wanted to know his Dad, after all.

They don’t tell the others. Instead, grieving the loss of their Father together. When Jason came back to Gotham he expected anger. Now he just feels lost.

It’s completely on accident that Dick learns his identity. He gets a call one night from Damian, not panicked but alert. He’s calling for backup because Batman was shot.

Jason has the two of them in the back of a stolen car and makes it all the way past the security of the Batcave before he really comes to his senses. It’s a bit of a clusterfuck after that, between Alfred and Leslie trying to prioritize Dick while interrogating the imposter until they’re satisfied he’s just Jason. Their Jason.

And maybe it gets a little better. Jason has to go out as Batman until Dick’s back on his feet, so he and Damian patrol together and come home to Alfred and Dick. He goes to see Babs at the Clocktower and she introduces him to his sister, Cass, one of the few people Damian speaks highly of.

It’s different, and weird, and he and Dick have a couple of fights. But it could be worse. Slowly but surely, they figure things out. Try to move on.

And then Tim comes home and like a prayer, Bruce Wayne is alive again. Always too late.

[cozylittleartblog]

me omw to scare mormons out of a wendys!! 🍂🖤🍟

ootd from like 2 weeks ago and yes that really happened

[serpentface]

This was going to be a panel of a little comic but I got too invested in drawing minute background details so, here.

[bruhstation]

man who enjoys every single second he's dedicated to hating to the point it pisses everyone except him off

[winnie-the-monster]