Penny00Dreadful

#LateLateToyShow do you think the Labubu mask was calling to him like the Green Goblin

But we're also 'in the audience' 🥺 #LateLateToyShow

A baby Fall Out Boy #LateLateToyShow

“Stand and deliver!”

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their horses up front whinnying in distress as their coachman shouted in alarm.
A shadow swept past the window, flickering in their lantern light.
Then came the sound Steve had been expecting ever since they left the main road, the sound he had warned his father about and his father had scoffed at;

but his father would blow a gasket, despite the fact that they were alone in their coach and did not need to be presented so perfectly at that very moment.
But perhaps it was all for the best.
Because the next moment their coach jostled violently and dangerously

and watching the darkness of the forest beyond slowly descend upon them.
He was trying hard not to fidget, wary of pissing his father off even more, sitting across from him. He would have loved nothing more than to loosen his cravat, unbutton his jacket and waistcoat and just relax

His father had scoffed and sneered down his nose at his idiot son.
“And what would you know about it, Steven?”
Steve had just resisted the urge to roll his eyes and relaxed back into the plush brocade of the coach seats, listening to the slow clop, clop of their horses up front

had expressed that this route, while quicker, was narrower, quieter, away from the main road and any patrolling guards with their lanterns and authority.

Of course by opening his mouth and expressing those thoughts, Steve had all but guaranteed they would take this route.

#steddie bingo prompt: Chastity.

The coach bumped along the forest road, evening elongating the shadows and slowly darkening everything around them.

Steve’s father was a fool to come this way. Steve had told him as much

I am so ready for 1000+ fics of Rockin' Robin Radio DJ and Steve, her lil silent sound engineer

A #steddie time loop oneshot? In 2025? More likely than you'd think.

A sound cut through the easy air of the field.
A heartbroken, devastated, angry wail.
The wail of a person who was at the end of their rope.
And it was coming from inside the Winnebago.

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Fanart of @hbyrde.bsky.social MARVELOUS #steddie Labyrinth AU sequel fic Forever After.
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#steddie

Of course of course 🤣🥰

True. This time it was worth it 🤣

Getting bullied in the discord to draw this piece. #steddie

My FINAL piece for project 028 of the @steddiebbang.bsky.social 2025 by Nameinblackandwhite
I am SO happy with how this came out!
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Eyes met again and Eddie’s breath was stolen from him.

“Are you?” Steve asked right back.

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What he didn’t expect was Steve Harrington to pull his sunglasses off, allowing his hair to fall over his eyes, give Eddie a slow and appraising once over while rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip.

“So, Stevie.” Eddie blinked up at him, batting his eyelashes, chin resting on top of both hands and leaning in close. “Ready to fall in love with me?”

He expected Steve to rear back a little or roll his eyes, scoff or even scrunch his nose up in disgust.

Steve’s eyes darted between Eddie’s hand, his eyes and his mouth, back and forth before taking it, covering Eddie’s hand with his own large warm one.

“Steve.” He shook, slowly, gently, almost like a caress. “Harrington.” He added on, as an afterthought.

one leg crossed over the other and chin propped on his hand.

“Hey there, lover boy.” He crooned, smooth as butter.

Steve jumped, turning wide, startled eyes on him.

“Munson?”

“That’s me,” Eddie grinned, holding his hand out.

eyes following crew members around the set as though he would be asked to jump in and help on a job at any second.

Eddie had never been one for thinking before he acted. So, despite his nerves, he practically danced over, throwing himself down in the folding chair next to Steve

He wasn’t sure what he expected Steve Harrington to look like in person. Maybe taller. Maybe cockier. Maybe more… glossy. The reality was a man in a wrinkled grey hoodie, sunglasses pushed up into his hair without a care for the way it made the thick chestnut waves stick up in odd directions

WC: 2.8k. Former Child Star Steve Harrington, Beloved Kids TV Show Villain Eddie Munson. #steddie

The studio smelled like fresh paint, coffee, and the faint tang of hairspray. A mix that hit Eddie in the face the second he stepped past the security desk.

Seizing His Happy Ending
Fairy Tale AU | Explicit | 35k

Author: @tinytalkingtina.bsky.social 
Artist: @penny00dreadful.bsky.social 
Beta: @hitlikehammers.bsky.social 

#steddiebang25

after he inevitably died covered in his own vomit, alone in a hotel room.

What a goal to aim towards.

When Eddie moved to LA, that was the goal.

That was not what he got.

And he couldn’t be more thankful for it.

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The type of guy other ignorant and naive teenagers would look up to, the guy who destroyed himself on substances, who woke up in a bed he had no memory of getting to, surrounded by naked people, living the rockstar lifestyle without a care in the world. He would live forever in the minds of fans

In his ignorant and naive 20 year old brain, that was the goal. To trash a hotel room, wail on his guitar on stage and have six people on each arm begging to sleep with him after every show, that would have been the coolest thing ever.

He would become an historic figure.