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sky-neverending · 1 year
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When Will finally came out to the entire party, he did it from the floor of Steve Harringtons living room. He wasn’t planning on doing it at all. Ever. He was terrified. Terrified of losing the people that meant most to him.
But then he walked in on Steve and Eddie stealing a quick kiss in the kitchen, and he froze, and hell, he almost passed out.
Eddie and Steve rushed toward him, pushing aside how terrified they were to help this poor boy who looked like a deer in headlight in front of them. Steve pulled him into his arms, because he knew that face. It was the same one he had made after Eddie had kissed him for the first time. Before he knew who or what the hell he was. So he just hugged Will until his breathing returned and his face was no longer whiter than a bedsheet.
“You’re okay.” Steve whispered, running his fingers down Wills arm to signify he was there, and that he wasn’t going anywhere. “Come on, take a breath.”
After Will pulled away, he gazed up at the two of them. “You guys are dating?” He said in a whisper, like he was scared someone was going to hear him.
Eddie nodded slowly, holding out a hand. Will took it reluctantly and was led toward the kitchen table, sliding into the seat and staring at Eddie and Steve across from him.
The next words to come from his mouth about shattered Steve’s heart. They were small and timid, meek and filled with fear. It seemed to take everything in Will to get them out without collapsing on the spot.
“And it’s… okay?” He started, eyes glued to the floor. “To be gay?” The last word was barely audible. It came out in a strangled whispered, like he was choking on his words as they pushed their way out his mouth.
“Will.” Eddie said, his voice filling the warm with warmth and comfort. “Will, look at me.”
Will did so, his head moving upward first and his eyes following after, slowing dragging from the floor to the table to Eddie and Steve’s faces. They were red, glossy, like he was biting back tears.
“Will.” Eddie repeated, reaching a hand across the table the testing it on Wills wrist, where the fabric of this shirt met the exposed skin. “There’s nothing wrong with it. Nothing at all.” He smiled softly, leaning forward. “And anyone who tell you that? Doesn’t know what the hell they’re talking about. Okay?”
“Okay.” Will said after a beat, and the corner of his mouth quirked up a little bit. He repeated the word, a bit more confidently this time. “Okay.”
Steve looked at him, his expression full of pride. “We can keep this a secret. If you want, I mean.” He offered, and Will shook his head.
“No. No, I want to tell them. I just- I want to be the one to do it. Is that okay?”
“Of course it’s okay, kid.” Eddie said, patting Will on the wrist gently before pulling his hand away and looping it through Steve’s own. “Take your time. No one’s rushing you.”
The three of them stood, heading toward the kitchen door, when Will paused. “Do they know about you?” He asked, and Steve bit his lip.
“No. No, not yet. I’m not sure i’m quite ready to tell them, ya know?” Will nodded.
“I won’t tell anyone.”
Eddie smiled at him, squeezing Steve’s hand one last time before dropping it and walking back out into the rest of the group.
The next few hours went on as normal. The kids argued for about an hour over which movie to watch before Steve stood up plucked the movies out of there hands, holding them behind his back and shuffling them around. He needed up picking Labyrinth, which was Dustins pick (mostly because Eddie said he loved it).
They settled into their normal spots, Eddie, Steve, and Robin on the large couch, Max in her wheelchair with Lucas and El on the floor beside her, Dustin in a large armchair he had claimed all to himself, and Will and Mike leaning against the front of the coffee table, closest to the television.
And then Will just sort of said it. The movie was paused so Steve could get some more popcorn, but the room was still dark, and the words just spilled from Wills mouth. There was no emotions or theatrics or gathering of attention. Everyone was in the middle of conversation and he just spoke up.
After he said it, the room fell silent, and he could feel the heat of every pair of eyes in the room settle on to him. But he didn’t care. Because he had said it, and a sort of weight he didn’t know he was carrying lifted off his shoulders.
Robin was the first to move. She rushed toward him and pulled him into a hug, practically squeezing all the air out of his lungs as she did so. “I’m so proud of you.” She whispered into his ear, so only he could hear it, and then she pulled away with a soft small and a lingering warmth left behind.
Max was the next to make any noise, letting out a small chuckle from where she sat in her wheelchair. “Way to go, William.” She cheered, partially sarcastic, but there was a hint of pride in her tone. Lucas simply patted him on the shoulder and gave him a reassuring grin, and El shot him a thumbs up from the floor.
Dustin stared up at him from his chair, silent for a moment before a grin spread across his face. “So who’s your crush?” He teased. Will went red.
“Shut up, Dusty-Bun.” Eddie called from the couch, chucking a pillow at Dustin, who poorly dodged it and threw two more back in response.
“No throwing pillows in my house!” A voice came from the hall, and Steve walked in with his hands full of popcorn bowls. “What did I miss?”
“Wills gay!” Dustin supplied helpfully, and Steve shrugged.
“Cool. No throwing pillows in my house.” Was a he said, but Will caught the gleam in his eye as he say down, and the large smile spreading over his face.
Mike never spoke. Not until Will sat down, still and awkward on the floor beside him.
“Hey.” Was all he said, pushing his shoulder into Wills softly.
“Hey.” Will responded.
The two smiled at each other before turning back the movie, but Will couldn’t help to notice how Mike seemed just a tad bit closer than he was before.
And as Will fell asleep that night, head on Miles shoulder, he couldn’t help but grin to himself. He had done that. And he hadn’t lost anyone at all.
i sort of hate this but i spent so much time on it that i’m gonna share it anyway. maybe i’ll make it better later. idk.
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Two weed smoking girlfriends 💞💞💞
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angry-avocado-frog · 7 months
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i really felt like i needed to make a deku wallpaper, since it’s been so long since i made a finished piece of him
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gothic-mothic · 1 year
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Au upon ye
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kerr-bearr · 1 year
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A little imaginary take on how I’d hoped Neverafter would end (ie I really wanted a happy/bittersweet ending and I’m totally not going to get that so now I can only write fix-it drabbles)
Timothy uses his last wish in the final fight. maybe to release the ink, maybe to wish away the Gander, idk. and when he died after his final wish and the battle comes to an end and the times of shadow dissipate, Gerard becomes a psudo-father/caregiver for Pinocchio and Ylfa with his “cousin” Rosamund (who is honestly young and naive enough that she needs a caregiver too). and from then on they live a quiet life in the countryside, neighboring a widowed Henry and his son Jack, who is being helped along in life by Pib. maybe they build a big garden, to fill the countryside with life after all the death. they can build little memorials for Tim and Ylfa’s grandmother and the Big Bad Wolf. and maybe Pinocchio take the time to actually learn how to play the golden harp, soft music filtering from their house and down the streets.
Or maybe they all move to Amanti to be with a weary Gepetto and make a living running a small shop where travelers can drop off magical items or get advice on quests. They bring Henry and Jack along to build a new life, a fresh start just like Tim fought for. Geppetto and Pinocchio start to fix their relationship and invite Rosamund to learn the art of woodcarving and Gerard to learn painting. Ylfa finds herself adept at finding lost pets or livestock or even sometimes children who have strayed too far from home. Pib pulls the “stuck in a well” trick at least once a year.
Or maybe I’m wrong all the way around and they all go into Tim’s book for their happily ever after and live their lives as ink on a page forever.
Idk, something-something even horror stories can have bittersweet happy endings.
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waves-mp4 · 10 months
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whirl drawing i did on instagram
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koreisoup · 1 year
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Comic I made for a secret Santa. Boo-hoo it’s late.
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Hermittober day 28: Wilt
Ok I didn’t have much time for it and I still need to make todays, so todays Hermittober will be posted tomorrow. It’s supposed to a flower pot with buttercup flowers wilting, cus of the buttercup’s abandoning it
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my constant state is confusion
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catiecat1320 · 8 months
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Alone
This is a continuation of Gone. (It was supposed to be a one-shot, but my brain decided to make this up in the middle of the night. There’s one part left.)
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Atop Temple Mountain, there is a hollow. A hollow created by Eggman in his mad grab for the Paradox Prism. It was in that hollow that everything had started; the prism had been broken and the Shatterverse had been created from its remains.
It was in that hollow that Sonic had destroyed everything, everyone he'd ever cared for.
Sonic was there now, perched near the entrance, staring at the only remaining shard of the prism and remembering the many things had happened in this cavern.
It seemed like only yesterday when Shadow had led him here and a fight had broken out between the two of them. It seemed like only yesterday that Shadow had been okay. 
Why did things keep getting worse?
It was now that Sonic finally understood what Shadow had meant that day. Because everything Sonic had ever known had been snatched away. Because Shadow was gone now, the only thing left of him a mirage. And, spread out through the shatterspaces, three alternate, distorted versions of him.
Those versions weren’t real. They weren’t real like Shadow was— had been. They didn’t act like Shadow, they didn’t fight like Shadow. They didn’t know Green Hill like Shadow did, and they didn’t want to bring it back. 
Sonic wants Shadow back. He wants all of his friends, his real friends, back. He wants his home back, his life back.
Tears rolled down his face, dripping onto his lap. When had he started crying again? As Sonic wiped at his eyes in a futile attempt to stem his tears, the voices in his head stirred. 
 Stop crying, idiot.
 You should be fixing this mess.
(They sounded sharp; accusing.)
You should have listened to them. Tails. Amy. Knuckles. Rouge. Shadow.
 Nothing would have happened if they’d been in charge.
 This is all your fault.
(They… they sounded like his friends.)
 You took them us all for granted.
 You destroyed everything.
 Yet you call yourself a hero?
 Disaster.
 Disgrace.
 Failure.
  You
 Deserve 
 To
 Be
 Alone
 Alone.
“N-no,” Sonic whispered, his voice trembling. He clamped his hands over his ears and curled up tight. “S-stop. Please. I… I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” 
Tears streamed down his cheeks. He made no attempt to stop them now. He felt like he was suffocating; unable to breathe, or think. The shadowy cave seemed to press in on him. Everything seemed to fall away.
The voices grew louder, more persistent, filled with animosity and blame.
I know, Sonic wanted to scream.
I know it’s my fault. 
And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I did.
But sorry isn’t enough, is it?
I wish I could take it all back.
I wish I’d never known you.
Then maybe this wouldn’t have happened.
Then maybe things would be okay.
Then maybe you’d still be here.
And I would be the one to suffer.
I’m sorry.
So sorry.
…………………
Sonic had no idea how long he sat there for, panic rendering him immobile. He’d eventually cried himself to sleep, his friends’ hate-filled voices still ringing in his head. 
When he came to, Sonic felt… better, for lack of another term. The voices had receded, reduced to whispers that tugged at the back of his mind, urging him to hurry up and go. 
He felt numb, both inside and out, as he stood up and stretched. 
Sonic took one more glance at ghost prism, along with the yellow shard, before jumping out the mouth of the cavern. As he zipped down the side of the cliff, straining to build up prism energy, he whispered a promise to nothing and everything.
“I’ll fix my mistakes. I’ll bring this reality back. No matter what it takes.”
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selfcarecap · 2 years
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Is it normal that you get used to your perfume and don’t think it smells as good as you used to think? I never like a perfume for more than 2 months but I hate having to find new ones constantly and when I smell the old ones I stopped liking I love them again after some time.
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starcaptain · 1 year
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I need someone to talk about Picard season 2 because I have Thoughts
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filmbyjy · 1 year
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clearing drafts after a long time😵‍💫
this also means I have some content in the queue. shall not say anything more.
I’ll try to work on the ni-ki one that has been in my drafts for a long time now👍🏻
and yes the queued includes the new smau😀
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robert-edwin-house · 1 year
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something something happy 25th anniversary fallout
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kingdomofdrawings · 2 years
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Illustration for chapter 7 of My last contract
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Hope you like it!
Comments, Likes and Shares are really appreciated Please do not repost without permission first and without giving credits
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starbuck · 4 months
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i say i like tragedies and everyone’s all like ‘why do you like sad stories? are you depressed?’ and never ‘how was the catharsis? was the catharsis fun?’
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