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Illustration of a fluffy black cat lying on green grass with small flowers under a blue textured sky. The cat looks tired and the text says: “I would like some spring, please.”

Bro I’m just fucking tired.

Holy crap I didn’t know I needed this

🌹Happy valentine's day🌹 #steddie

two wolpertingers smiling at each other in front of a cluster of pink peonies and white grapes

🌷Truly Yours🌷

a cartoon character is crying with bubbles around him ALT: a cartoon character is crying with bubbles around him

"We wanna be more active"

*Forgets we can access our account*

Anyways we created our logo for the crafting ideas we've had

"I just thought, you know, since we're friends"

Human Alastor & Vincent Vox 📻📺
I'm working on their demon versions next.
And this piece is definitely getting a holographic print!
Thoughts?

#murdermedia #RadioStatic

Bambi card illustration for Disney Lorcana ❄️

mike for @zkarei.bsky.social 💜

I initially wrote this fic because of some awesome artwork @hiir0.bsky.social did (pictured)

archiveofourown.org/works/59813491

"BUT PROBLEMATIC ART NORMALIZES ABUSE--" this has never been true at any point in the entire history of humans leaving shapes on things to express themselves and blaming the shapes on objects lets the actual people doing actual harm off the hook by absolving them of responsibility.

wip llaverito en proceso #strangerthings #dustin #eddie #steeve

Viewing all the shit happening in the country after losing someone is so much more difficult than we expected.

She was born in 1938. Her brothers served in the war. She watched the Nazis get eradicated and lived to see them rise again.

78.

Fucking.

Years.

From 1938-2016.

That’s all.

“why do you care” “why do you bother talking about this” i fear we are losing the point. fandoms are all about talking about the things we care about, why else would i be here?

a cartoon drawing of a person laying on a bed with the name porucz on the bottom Alt: a cartoon drawing of a person laying on a bed, wide awake experiencing some sort of existential dread expression, with the name porucz on the bottom

“I’ll go back to sleep”

*two hours later*

class of 89 baby !!! #strangerthings

Illustration of colorful sharks inside of a bottle that washed up by the shore. Open in case of emergency

Sharks in a bottle 🦈💫
#art #sharks

They’re in love your honor #bkdk

Still a WIP but hopefully done by tomorrow!

kawaii🪽
#AngelDust

His smile grew once again, small but appreciative

“Anytime.. but now that it’s getting to almost sunrise, how about coffee and some breakfast?”

You nodded, taking the drag from your final smoke. Tossing the butt into the snow, standing up from the table, both of you heading into the trailer. /end

The two of you spent hours that night, into the early morning talking. Sharing all kinds of memories, taking turns to make each other laugh and cry. Smoking cigs all the while.

It was more needed than you realized.

“..Thanks, Eddie.” You hummed quietly.

“She can watch all of us. All at the same time, no matter where we are in the world. Just like when I was little, me and my cousins had sleepovers. It’s just now said sleepovers happen to be in different states-“ You smiled warmly at the moment of reflection.

Catching your expression made Eddie laugh. “Went about as well as you expected huh?”

Your eyes rolled with a soft smile, taking another drag as you nodded.

“I know there’s beauty in her passing.. she’s with her husband again.. my brother too.” Verbalizing it helped ease the weight on your sternum.

You nudged him gently, offering a smile of ‘It’s okay’.

Even though you both knew it sucked.

“Everyone deals with grief differently, but don’t let yourself not grieve. Tried doin that with Uncle.. don’t recommend. Shit ends up worse.”

You nodded, grimacing. “Yeah I know.. I learned that lesson.”

“It’s the after of Death that we have to handle. Like not being able to call her. See her at dinners. Family events.” His voice cracked slightly. Uncle Wayne had died a few months back. “It sucks. The after of it. Because you suddenly have to alter your entire life in the smallest and biggest ways.”

“But it isn’t all bad. Because Death isn’t just taking. Death takes but also returns y’know? Back to the earth or a heaven or whatever you believe in.”

“Stardust.” You looked over with a quiet hum. “She’s stardust.”

He smiled softly. “Stardust is beautiful.” A small smile curled your lips.

“Yeah..” You nodded while flicking some of the ash. “I donno I just.. wish things could have been different.”

“I think everyone does.. death comes in many forms. Quick. Slow. Painful. Painless. But it’s still heavy. Kinda like something sitting square on your chest.” He replied with a drag.

Eddie had died. Twice, to be exact. His soft tone of voice with the chuckles, made it seem like he was talking about Death as an old friend.

You continued taking drags between quiet moments of snowfall and thought gathering.

“Did you say everything that you wanted to say? Before she died.” He asks