#okay this is the last one I’m sorry

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

Opposites Attract

Y2K!Steve x MallGoth!Reader Masterlist

This AU is a Collab with my honey @reidsbtch we’ve put a lot of thought into this little universe. You can find the masterlist to her y2k Eddie stuff here.

This is a series of blurbs/one shots about Steve’s life with his goth girlfriend in the 00s. Updates will mostly be on holidays with content here and there in between. As always my blog is 18+MINDI Divider used is by @firefly-graphics 🖤

One shots:

Living Dead Girl (Halloween fic, this is when Steve and his girl first meet.)

Darling Don’t Be Afraid (The first time Steve tells you he loves you.)

Headcanons

Moodboards:

Steve & Reader

Y2K Steve

Reader

Eddie & his girl

Y2K Eddie

Eddie’s girl

[scottishmushroom]

[ask-the-colony-tree-siblings]

Gourmand: Any minute now.

Hunter: …I-

Arti: I’m sorry!

Hunter: Huh?

Arti: I-I’m so sorry. For attacking you, and for- for everything. 

Arti: I’ve been such an asshole to you.

Hunter: …Yeah you have been an asshole. But I fucked up too, I didn’t know what I was saying. I thought… 

Hunter: …it doesn’t matter what I thought. I shouldn’t have said that. I, uh… I-I heard about your k-

Arti: Don’t. It’s in the past now.

Gourmand: Is it? 

Gourmand: You attacked him over saying something that triggered you, so no, it doesn’t seem to be all in the past. 

Gourmand: It isn’t fair to hurt someone for not knowing something that you never told them. 

PART ONE IS DONE!!!!!!!!! Part two will probably come in about, uh, seven years, give or take. /j

(It isn’t perfect, but it’s been too long and I needed to get the first part of this comic out. I’m honestly super happy I finished, because it was unnecessarily hard lmao. Anyways I’m gonna ramble in the tags now)

[inkspottie]

Me seeing every comment being like ‘I miss this fanfic’ and I’m just like

[cornflowershade]

*has a watchlist of show recs that I’ve been Meaning To Get To*

*starts watching the one series that I heard sucks*

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

📷 view from…. the orange stage

[promniight]

Also we have yet to really talk about how the myth that Oyster was told as a child was a sensational piece that twists the original story to make black pearl look bad and make Loyster’s intentions worse (or at least more heroic in the eyes of the republic in this case) The myth is one of those word of mouth stories passed down through generations that was changed to reflect the opinions of the republic and the house for that matter. There was no mention of abalone’s manipulation or how Oyster was essentially forced to go against his morals because that would make the house look weak. Also the entire fictional part where black pearl murders another mermaid? which in reality was frilled jellyfish protecting her from abalone’s fleet…?????? i’ve seen many people quoting the story as reasoning for why loyster is a “bad person” and not a victim of being in the wrong place at the wrong time in a colonial society that has zero respect for him and how the story makes black pearl look worse when she was no more than a naive mermaid who simply was too blinded by betrayal to properly access the situation. Spoken and written like a true shakespearean tragedy im afraid…

[selfindulgentfandomstuff]

-The Object

No but srsly, I didn’t mean for my notes to be part of the picture but I couldn’t crop em out without cropping my doodle too much 😭

Anyways… Murdoc being cutesy after disemboweling some poor asshole probably-

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Proship DNI

[applebees4prez]

having a fairy tale special interest/hyperfixation is so hard and confusing. like what do i even do. go back and study the entire history of fairy tales? where do i even begin? what do i read? do i just have to go back and watch disney movies? rewatch neverafter again? which btw if you like fairy tales please go watch dimension 20’s neverafter it’s my favorite piece of media ever.

[petrichormore]

!! The following is a rant and is slightly fandom critical, it’s also over-exaggerated and half joking !!

!! I’m just expelling frustration it’s not serious I’m just being silly rn so beware all ye who enter here (and also read the tags) !!

the only character that is allowed to kill an egg without repercussions is q!badboyhalo because this fandom treats him like a glorified nanny and they only care about him when they’re yelling at him to take care of their fav egg. he ain’t that egg’s government-assigned parent and he isn’t responsible for constantly keeping every egg alive but i damn well know if an egg dies on his watch, or if an egg dies of neglect he’s gonna get blamed - especially if an egg dies of neglect since he’s the only islander that cares about that apparently lmao (mostly joking). And the worst part is he’ll probably blame himself too but it honest to god is not his problem.

Bro needs a vacation - an actual one where he’s not taking care of an average of 3 eggs daily lmfao

[duckiemimi]

it’s bpd

[housewifebuck]

Anyone else accidentally form an extremely buddie coded relationship with their best friend or am I just gay

[solar-halos]

my entire life i’ve hated how weird my name is and have lamented over how i couldn’t believe my parents would do that to me but lately ive been thinking about baby names and i think lydia is literally the prettiest name ever

[mirkwoodmunson]

So I don’t know if you write for steve or not but if you do, could you do a steve x sick reader please? I have the flu and I’m dying

i’ve never written for anyone but eddie so i hope i do steve justice!!! thank you for the request, anon, i hope you feel better soon!!

“anything funny, just… the dumbest comedies you can find…”

“…’dumbest comedies?’”

“don’t question my needs, harrington, i just gotta numb my brain out… oh, speaking of, can you pick up some tylenol on your way?”

“that i can do. might have to ask robin about the comedies… what exactly counts as, ‘dumb comedy?’”

“i dunno, like… howard the duck, toxic avenger…”

“…those are comedies??”

“steve!”

“okay okay okay! i got this, i got this. hang tight, i’ll be there in a bit, okay?”

you hang up the phone and cover your face with the crook of your arm, spread out in your bed. despite your discomfort, you couldn’t help the grin — steve always had that effect on you. he’d called to check in on you, see if he could bring you anything after his shift at family video, and aside from your other requests, really all you needed was him to rub your back. maybe pet your hair a little.

the thought of it was enough to lull you to sleep, as the next thing you knew it felt like you were waking into a heavy dream, that familiar weight at your back scritching comfortable spirals against your spine to get you to wake up.

“steeeeve,” you whine, and his response is a soft breath of laughter.

“got that right,” he murmurs, and then you hear the sound of a plastic bag rustling, rattling of tapes in their cases, followed by soft footsteps padding around your carpet as steve heads to your little vcr tv.

in no time at all he’s got airplane! playing on the screen, before heading out of your room for a few minutes and returning with a large glass of water and meds cupped in the other hand. he sets it all down on your bedside, and then coming to your side he kisses your forehead, tucking hair over your ear.

“think you can sit up for me?”

your response is a tired whine, to which steve just chuckles before kissing you again. he aids your slow movements in shifting up and leaning back against the headboard, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders and pulling another over your legs. rather than watch the movie, you just smile softly and watch him.

his face is set with determination, a light pucker of focus at his lips as he ensures your comfort before picking the water and medicine back up, handing you the meds first and then the glass of water once they’re in your mouth. he grins when you wash it all down and take some extra sips.

“there ya go! robin said this was the good shit, so. get ready to feel… y’know. not sick. hopefully.”

“can’t wait,” you murmur weakly with a thumbs up. steve breathes a chuckles and strokes your hair before turning and picking his things up as though he’s getting ready to leave. you pout.

“steve,” you mewl with nasally insistence. he turns with a raised brow. you pout harder, holding your blankets open in silent invitation. at the sight he grins and shakes his head a little, like he can’t believe how cute and sweet you are. he comes to you with another kiss to your cheek.

“thought i was just gonna leave you like this? no way. i’m making you soup and crackers, and we’re watching dumb comedies all day. i’ll be right back. promise.”

he picks his things up again, procures a can of your favorite soup from the bag, and then heads out of your room for a short while.

and he keeps his promise, of course. he nestles into your blanket cocoon beside you, holding you into his side as you slurp your hot soup and watch the small screen with heavy eyes. he has to act fast at one point to catch the empty bowl as it begins to slide from your fingers, setting it aside before leaning forward a bit to check your face.

you’re passed out against his chest with the most serene expression, snoring gently with your lips cracked open, cheek pressed into him. steve slides down a bit to lay you back, holding you against him all the while and tucking his warm smile into your hair, slowly dozing off with you.

[bearlytolerant]

care for a drink?

[daiourage]

Final Fantasy x Texts From Last Night pt. 2!

Same as last time → Warning! Vulgar!

Part 1