#addie does art

[addsalwayssick]

My works

My works are something I take pride in, something I work hard on when I have time between volleyball, acting lessons, theatre, and school. Treat them with kindness. (Like, nice one?)

Ao3 completed works:

Orders out for delivery! [Pizza Boys and two brothers who love the pizza (and the boys)]

Dancing to the stars song [Dancer James Singer Regulus]

And I’ll miss you Forever [James and Lily’s last few days]

A03 Uncompleted works:

I Know Places [ Volleyball Au | Wolfstar and Jegulus]

I Remember Everything [Call Me By your Name au | Jegulus]

It’s In the Stars [ The Invisible Life of Addie Larue au | Jegulus ]

Here We Go Again [Wolfstar reunited- Mamma Mia! Au]

Which fics are worth your while?

Now, as a fic author, im inclined to promote all my fics, but which ones have the best writing? the best plot?

If you want pure angst: And i’ll miss you forever

If you want pure fluff: Dancing to The Stars Song, Here We Go Again

If you want the prettiest writing: I Remember Everything

If you want angst, but people falling in love: It’s in the Stars

If you want a sports AU: I Know Places

If you want a comedic fic with lots of pining: Orders Out For Delivery!

If you want platonic moonwater and platonic prongsfoot: I Know Places

If you want a little bit of golden trio with teddy: Here We Go Again

If you want a vacation/Italian fic: I Remember Everything

If you want mainly wolfstar: Here We Go Again

If you want mainly Jegulus: I Remember Everything, Dancing to The Stars song, It’s in the stars

If you want Jily: And I’ll Miss You Forever

If you want a mix: anything not mentioned.

if you want a variety of wolfstar, jily, jegulus, dorlene, pandalily, dorlene, and others, find my writing tag under this post!

Works i’m coming out with soon:

You’ll Hold my Hand Right? || Rosekiller

Sick but Not of You || Wolfstar texting fic

Just the way it goes || Group text fix

Writing request info

You can request anything. I may not write it i don’t like it, but feel free to request it. i’ll do smut, fluff, angst, etc

I don’t really have many tags, but most of my writing will be under

‘Addie Writes’

my art will be under

‘Addie does art’

and anything about sports/my life should be under

‘Addie cooks up’

I support everyone. ()

[addsalwayssick]

quick sketch of the prom queen and her girlfriend

anyone please ask your crush out like this

[addystuffs]

happy pride

[aomdc]

love the way u draw the addiction and david!! maybe we could see them more often

thank u ! :^]

4 as much as i draw david i rlly dont draw addi much even tho hes just. david but to the left i guess.

[addsalwayssick]

new art style + severe wip (i drew for 10 minutes before giving up and calling it a day)

14 year old sirius staring in the bathroom mirror at the rusty safety pin he just shoved through his ear as peter is throwing up, remus is yelling about how his ear will probably get infected, and james is crying because “if sirius is hurt, im hurt too!!”

[eldooner]

i hate this but im posting it anyway

does this technically count as sugardolls if its penny and constance and not jane????? anyways u can tell the art block is getting to me cant u.. -23/6/24

[mhaccunoval]

baby poco want smoko

[addsalwayssick]

wormius after giving wormulus away !

Wames

[addsalwayssick]

the eye of james fleamont potter

[ewingstan]

Seek seems to have an interesting viewpoint on AI-generated art. It envisions a future where people don't really make art to be viewed and purchased by others, judging by A's conversation with Addy. And it does frame that as sad in some ways: Addy doesn't react with quite the level of joy we'd expect from receiving a drawing from her kid. A's dream of being a famous artist doesn't seem like it fits in this world.

And yet, it isn't just an "oh this is the death of art and human creativity" perspective. The first time we see this real-time made-for-you art, its a familiar instance of childhood play, with the Onboards adding details to a pretend shoot-out. The next, the movie with prompts input by A and Quinn, is an instance of kids collaborating to get a unique story, like kids asking for their parent's bedtime story to include pirates and moonmen. It seems like this world doesn't really respect specific, individual pieces of art as objects to be viewed and interacted with multiple times. There isn't a cultural context for "Great works" or the like. But such a view of art isn't necessarily what art's always been, and Seek doesn't view it as something we should expect to be in the future. Its world's ephemeral, machine-created art isn't framed as soulless; it's an interaction between tools and users for purely creative purposes between friends.

And yes, that itself is given a bit of melancholy. Wildbow seems to be setting up a theme that a post-scarcity, post-want life can start to feel meaningless. Even still, since machine-made art is often bemoaned as the ultimate corruption of art as commodity, its novel to see it positioned instead as unbridled play.

[addystuffs]

ms paint john!! its my new favorite way to draw him

ft. one of my favorite quotes from him :]

[gloomysoup]

home is where you are

@steddiebingo prompts: hurt/comfort (main card) and home (christmas card)

rating: Teen+ | word count: 2400 | tags: omegaverse, alpha eddie, omega steve, mpreg, insecure steve harrington, hurt/comfort, fluff | ao3

Eddie came home from work to absolute chaos. Addie and Violet were sitting on the living room floor, arguing over whether to put the white lights or the colored lights on the Christmas tree, which he had put up the night before. Addie wanted white, but Violet wanted colored. Eddie was almost certain none of their lights from last year were even going to work, so they'd have to buy new ones anyway. James and Lucy were fighting over an orange crayon at the coffee table, two blank pieces of paper and a whole assortment of other colored crayons in front of them. Steve and their youngest, Grace, were nowhere to be seen, but Eddie could hear movement in the kitchen. Eddie quickly slipped his boots off at the door and swooped in to de-escalate all the arguing.

He started by grabbing a second, emergency, box of crayons from the cabinet that held the art supplies. He pulled out an orange one and handed it to Lucy, so she would stop trying to take the other one from her brother. Then he moved to the older two girls, squatting down in front of them and picking up two strings of lights.

“Why don't we put the lights away for now, my loves? They probably don't even work. I’ll take you both to the store this week and we can pick some new ones out together. How does that sound?”

They easily agreed, and Eddie was incredibly grateful that everything was solved quickly tonight. Once all of the pups were settled and occupied, not a single argument left to be had, Eddie moved to the kitchen. He stopped in the doorway to smile at what he found. Steve was standing at the stove, stirring a pot of boiling macaroni noodles with Grace on his hip. He was swaying back and forth, softly humming a lullaby as he did.

Eddie slid up behind him, leaning in with a hand on Steve’s other hip to kiss his cheek. “Evenin', beautiful,” he whispered. Steve smiled and turned his head to get a proper kiss.

“Hey, baby. How was work?” Steve asked after they had separated.

Grace was grinning, trying to scramble from Steve’s hold while saying, “Da!”

Eddie shrugged, taking Grace into his own arms. “Nothin’ new. Missed you, though. How was your day? Pups drive you too crazy?”

Steve hummed in consideration. “Hectic. Lots of arguments today. Oh, Lucy broke one of the nice glasses that Joyce got us. She was trying to be like Addie and Violet and help put the dishes away, but she dropped it and it shattered. Everyone was okay, though, and I’m pretty sure I got all the glass cleaned up.”

Eddie’s hand looped around further to rest on Steve’s swollen belly. “And how was the little one today? Not causing too much trouble, I hope?”

Steve huffed a small laugh. “Not letting me actually get anything done today.” He put down his spoon and leaned back into Eddie’s chest. “Every time I finally got the rest of the pups settled down enough to do something, I either had to pee or sit down for a little bit. By the time I was done, someone else needed something, and the cycle repeated.”

“That's okay,” Eddie murmured, nuzzling his nose against the shell of Steve’s ear and taking a deep breath of his scent. He always loved how much sweeter his mate smelled during pregnancy. It was one of his favorite parts of the experience. “I'll finish the chores for you after dinner. You just worry about relaxing.”

“Eddie, no,” Steve argued, moving to stir the pasta again. “You just worked a ten-hour shift. You shouldn't have to come home and do everything here too. I'll take care of it.”

“You will do no such thing.” Eddie adjusted his hold on Grace, who was snuggled against his chest after not seeing him since the night before. She had been the only one still asleep when Eddie left for work that morning. “You chased our little pack of hooligans around all day while growing a pup. You deserve to put your feet up and relax for the evening. I'll take care of everything else. Don't worry about anything.”

Steve glanced over his shoulder with a frown. “At least let me help. Then we can get everything done faster.”

Eddie smiled and kissed Steve’s cheek again. “Whatever makes you feel better, my love.”

Dinner in the Munson household that night was quite the affair, as it usually was with five kids under the age of eight. Afterwards, Eddie corralled all the pups upstairs for baths and pajamas while Steve cleaned up in the kitchen. By the time everyone was clean, clothed, and settled on the couch for one last movie before bedtime, Eddie was wrecked. He loved his children more than anything in his life (except maybe Steve), but they were exhausting. He had no idea how his mate did it all day long.

Finally, he started the movie and went to track down his superhero of a partner. It didn't take him long at all. Steve was in the laundry room, loading the washer to get one more in for the evening. Eddie came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his husband and kissing his cheek. He pulled Steve back into his chest and swayed gently. He reveled in the way Steve instantly sank into his hold, body going lax and a sigh of contentment leaving his lips.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Eddie whispered.

“Mmmm, tell me again?” Steve replied just as softly.

“I love you so so so much, my love.” Eddie gently tightened his arms around him. “You are an absolute wonder. I don't know how you deal with our little gremlins all day and not just completely lose your mind.”

Steve hummed, a soft smile on his lips. “They're not so bad. Most days. It helps that Addie, Violet, and James go to school five days a week.”

“A saint,” Eddie said, slowly releasing his hold on Steve to dramatically collapse to his knees in front of him. “I worship on my knees in your holy presence.” As Steve laughed, Eddie leaned forward with his hands on Steve’s sides to press a kiss to his belly. Their pup moved beneath his touch. Eddie would never get tired of the feeling. It always amazed him, just what Steve’s body was capable of, especially when it came to creating life.

“Come on, up off the floor,” Steve finally said, grabbing Eddie’s hand and starting to pull him up. The alpha went easily, rarely one to say no to his omega.

With the pups suitably distracted for at least a little bit longer, Steve and Eddie set about the quiet routine of getting evening chores done. They didn't speak much, just moved around each other in a comfortable silence. Eddie did the day’s dishes and wiped down the countertops while Steve folded laundry at the table. The movie in the living room was still going when Grace started getting fussy. It wasn't long before Violet was calling for them to make her stop.

“I'll get her,” Eddie said softly, not wanting to break the calming atmosphere in the kitchen. Steve nodded, still folding laundry, while Eddie headed for the living room.

Grace was pushing at Lucy when Eddie walked in, and Lucy was quickly losing patience with her little sister. Eddie picked Grace up, trying to remedy the situation, but that just caused a full blown tantrum. She kicked and screamed, fighting against Eddie and her own exhaustion. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. No matter how hard he tried to put out a calming scent to soothe her, it was all for naught. She just kept screaming and kicking and writhing. Steve quickly appeared in the doorway, looking a little worried. As soon as Grace saw him, she reached her arms out.

“Give her here,” he said gently, coming over to take the screaming toddler from Eddie’s arms. “I'll sit with her.”

Eddie nodded and passed her off to Steve, watching as Grace instantly began to calm down. He made sure Steve was comfortable on the couch with Grace curled into his body before leaving to finish cleaning up the kitchen and folding laundry. By the time he was done, the movie was over. All five of their pups were fast asleep on the couch. Grace was curled up on Steve’s lap, her head pillowed on his chest. Lucy was situated firmly in Steve’s side, while the older three were piled up and stretched out across the other cushions.

Eddie was extremely careful in his extraction. He took Addie and Violet upstairs to the room they shared first, then James to his room. When he came back, he slowly picked up Lucy and let her burrow into his neck while Steve carefully tried to stand up with Grace. It was a lot harder the further along this pregnancy got, but Steve was nothing if not determined. He never let anything slow him down; not even being nearly eight months pregnant. Again, superhero. Eddie was obsessed with him.

After a very long, very chaotic night, all of the pups were finally tucked away in their beds. Eddie and Steve could actually take a minute to breathe without someone needing something. As they did every night, once the children were tucked in and sound asleep, they curled up on the couch together with some random movie they'd seen a hundred times before. It was more for the noise and familiarity than the movie itself. Steve was tucked against Eddie’s side, his head resting where he could hear Eddie’s heartbeat, just like every night. Eddie held him close, breathing in Steve’s scent and letting himself finally relax for the first time all day. They both remained quiet for a while.

Something deep down in his gut was telling Eddie that something was wrong. Something was bothering Steve, festering in his mind. Before he got the chance to ask, Steve was opening his mouth to speak.

“Do you think we’re making a mistake?” he asked so softly, Eddie almost didn't catch it. If their house hadn't been so quiet, he might not have heard him.

“What do you mean?” Eddie tightened his arm around Steve’s shoulders.

Steve shrugged as best he could from under Eddie’s arm. “I just- Do you think all of this is just a big mistake?” Eddie’s heart shattered at the broken lilt to Steve’s voice, the tremble of his words. “Is having another baby a mistake?”

Eddie frowned, trying so hard to control his scent. “Of course not. What's wrong, baby? Where is this coming from?”

Steve sniffled a little, pressing his cheek a little more firmly into Eddie’s chest. “I don't know. I just- We already have five kids, Eddie. Our- our house isn't that nice. We don't really have a whole lot of extra money. And with Grace’s medical bills… maybe- maybe we should have just stopped after James, or Lucy. Maybe everyone was right, and this is all just a big mistake.”

Eddie shook his head, feeling the fabric of his t-shirt start to dampen. “Absolutely not,” he said. He pulled away, shifting so he could fully look at Steve. “Baby, this is not a mistake. I don't know who’s putting these ideas in your head, but they're wrong. So what if we don't have the nicest house in Hawkins? That's never mattered. Not to me, not to the pups. It's just a house, Stevie. And so what if we don't have all the money in the world? Our family has a roof over their heads, clothes on their bodies, and they never have to worry about going hungry. Our pups are loved. Why should anything else matter?”

Fat tears rolled down Steve’s cheeks. Eddie caught them with his thumbs as he cradled Steve’s face in his hands.

“I love you, Steve Munson,” he continued, unable to stop now that he was on a roll. “I love you, and I love our pups, and I love our life. I don't care about money, or our house. All I care about is our family. Our five little pups, who bring me so much joy every single day. Sweet little Sophia, who is going to be so loved, just like her siblings. You, the love of my absolute life, who has given me so much to be grateful for.”

Tears were welling up in Eddie’s eyes against his permission. He just loved Steve so much, and he hated seeing him so upset.

“Eddie,” Steve whispered, voice shaking with his emotions.

“Stevie, honey, I cannot even begin to tell you just how amazing I think you are. How strong, capable, loving, and wonderful. The greatest gift of my life is getting to be a dad, and you have given that to me six times now. I am so deeply in love with you, and our big family. I would never trade any of our pups for anything in the entire world. I don't need a fancy house or money, because you and our babies are my home. I don't care what anyone else has to say about it. I am obsessed with you and our six little pups, this house with its scattered Christmas decorations that we haven't had the time to put up yet, and every single other thing about this little life we’ve built for ourselves. Fuck everyone else. This is the only thing that matters.”

Eddie held Steve to his chest as he cried, rubbing his back and whispering all of his love into Steve’s ear in the hope that it would sink beneath his skin and stay there forever.

Later, Grace will wake up and need Eddie to put her back to sleep. Later, Lucy will crawl into bed with them and cuddle up to Steve. Later, Eddie will help Steve make breakfast before going to work. Later, they’ll put up decorations and stick the Christmas presents under the tree. Later, they’ll have a newborn in the house, someone else for Eddie to love with everything he has.

Later, Eddie will still be deeply in love with the home that he and Steve have built together, regardless of what anyone else has to say about it.

[just-nc-tea]

I WAS WONDERING if u knew any other authors who writes long fics or similar to you? I JUST FINISHED YOUR HYUNG LINE SERIES AND theres an empty feeling in my heart i dont know what to do now… absolutely amazing your works are. i feel like theres something missing 😔 is there any authors you could recommend while waiting for sunghoons fic??

(no need to answer if this comes across as insensitive.. TT i just cant really find much authors who does really long fics and im super into those, just to keep busy while waiting for more of your works!)

I do!!! I have a whole blog to recommend fanfics and other authors! It's @littlefluu

I try to regurlary update my masterlists and am working on member specific masterlists! If you find any new good works, pleas let me know and send it to me though an anon ask or a dm or sth! I am also always on the hunt for new fics :) I do particularly enjoy these authors:

★ @thatfeelinwhenyou (insane. just. insane. I can't wait for the new chapter of safe & sound, it's so welll written I get so immered it's crazy) ★ @jakesimfromstatefarm (works of art. I am very excited to read addies upcoming work 'fine line') ★ @zreamy (THE WAY ZO WRITES??? AMAZING!!! IT lowkey feels a bit like how I feel when reading Jenny Hans books? I feel like watching a movie with that nice coming of age sound track and the warm yellow filter. I would love to read her stuff as a published book ngl) ★ @whjluv (I was so addicted to 'the love ride' and as soon as I find the time I will endulge myself by reading 'the right thing') ★ @jjunbug (holy shit. just. holy shit. in the best way possible. My poor heart was beating SO fast when I read 'dollmaker') ★ @asahicore (emma has so many bangers that I have to add to my master list. I swear her stuff is so good ugh) ★ @jaylver ( I LOVE the 'no competition' & the 'no brakes' series oh my lord. No competition actually inspired 'the hockey diaries') ★ @gyuuberryy (oh my god the 'royally yours' series? b a n g e r amongst so many other brilliant works) ★ @pprodsuga / @paarksunghoon (she switched accounts but her writing is still as good. Like REALLY good!!) ★ @jaeminvore (omg I've been reading Nics works for a few years now for both nct and enhypen and I cant tell you how often I have reread 'Volleyball for Dummies (In Love Edition)' 'Deuce' and 'My (Accidental) Demon Roommate' )

Please leave feedback on the authors work if you enjoyed them!

Lots of love Patty ♡

[theoddest1]

So I saw that post where Viv is supposedly going off at a kid for making a Hitler meme. If I were her, I’d try to have a good laugh and be like “Yeah. That’s true! Even an angry German dictator with a funny mustache can enter heaven *insert sarcastic tone here*”. It’s just so embarrassing to see a millennial adult throw a fit over a silly joke made by a teen. Like Viv, hun! This is the Internet and if you can’t take a joke or criticism, then you shouldn’t be on the Internet in the first place.

To think she looks up to South Park who is notorious for being offensive and poking fun of everyone yet she’s so sensitive. I get not everyone is the same and am not saying she should be able to like the joke if she doesn’t want to, but even a sensitive person like me wouldn’t react this way. It’s just unprofessional! I’d just ignore and block. That’s it!

Ah but you see, anon, Viv HAS to make everything about her feelings and HAS things seem far worse than they really are. She HAS to make someone look worse than her if they don't vibe with her writing or if they just wanna make a tame edgy joke.

BUT GOOOOD FORBID YOU DO THE SAME TO HER THOUGH💀💀💀

Remember when she made several weird ass incest jokes, or her snake bath art when she was in her 20s? Or her weird commission art with Fabian and the Jessica Rabbit rip-off, or her having Addi being sexualized more than once. Oh but despite making these choices and claiming to grow from them, she HAAASSS to try and make the 16 y/o seem like the problem for reposting a vid they didn't make themselves involving a critique of her show....because of course she does.

[eldooner]

i made jane doe in tux paint

this is my cry for help. lord save me. -17/6/24

[queereads-bracket]

Queer Historical Fiction Book Bracket: Round 2B

Book summaries and submitted endorsements below:

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab

France, 1714: in a moment of desperation, a young woman makes a Faustian bargain to live forever and is cursed to be forgotten by everyone she meets.

Thus begins the extraordinary life of Addie LaRue, and a dazzling adventure that will play out across centuries and continents, across history and art, as a young woman learns how far she will go to leave her mark on the world.

But everything changes when, after nearly 300 years, Addie stumbles across a young man in a hidden bookstore and he remembers her name.

Setting: Various time periods, 1714–2014

Fantasy, historical fiction, adult

The Masquerades of Spring by Ben Aaronovitch (Rivers of London #0.2)

Endorsement from submitter: "Augustus "Gussie" Berrycloth-Young is a useless fop, an English transplant to Harlem, a drag queen, in love with a handsome jazz musician, Lucien, and having to keep his sexuality on the down-low, with constant threats from the cops. He's also secretly a wizard. This does not make him any brighter. He's very much a Bertie Wooster type, and thankfully he does have a smart valet, Beauregard, to be his Jeeves and help redirect him. He just wants to live his quiet life but when an old schoolmate shows up asking for Gussie's help in solving a magical crime, it's a struggle not to let his schoolmate know about his real life. But the drag ball's coming up, and it seems like the crime's coming to a head right there…"

New York City, New York.

Meet Augustus Berrycloth-Young—fop, flaneur, and Englishman abroad—as he chronicles the Jazz Age from his perch atop the city that never sleeps.

That is, until his old friend Thomas Nightingale arrives, pursuing a rather mysterious affair concerning an old saxophone—which will take Gussie from his warm bed, to the cold shores of Long Island, and down to the jazz clubs where music, magic, and madness haunt the shadows…

Setting: 1920s Harlem

Historial fiction, fantasy, mystery, 1920s, novella, adult