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So, I recently started watching See (I got Apple tv free for a year when I bought a mac mini,) and I actually really like it. It’s been pretty distractive - not just in terms of storyline, but in that it’s so very pretty to look at (I confess, I could watch that show for aesthetics alone.) And hey, distraction has been nice given the grief and… *gestures wildly at my shattered life and everything else*

One thing that’s been very distractive is trying to figure out Harlan’s “business in front, WTF in the back” hairstyle, because I knew I wanted to make some fanart and… woo boy. It was a bit more difficult than I thought. A lot of the scenes where he’s facing backwards or sideways are dark - at least on my iPad - and the apple app won’t allow screencaps. At first, I thought he had a rat-hawk, but then the rattails seemed to be attached higher up and the back was undercut as well as the sides and then… it hit me. Sokka. He basically has hair like Sokka from Avatar: the last airbender, only with bonus rattails. So then, I laughed for like a good five minutes and drew this.

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This is a story of how not to plan an orgy…

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So, I’ve not posted here in a while, and… I don’t even know where to begin. I think most everyone’s lives have gotten a bit intense and problematic over the last eighteen months or so, but… yeah, I’ve been feeling it pretty hard and it’s kinda wrecked my ability to create.

I’ve spent the better part of the last eighteen months trying to keep my elderly mother safe from the virus. I wore a mask before they were mandated, wore gloves, wiped down everything that came into the house, scrubbed my hands with chlorhexidine wash, got vaccinated as soon as I was eligible; I may or may not have googled the legality of turning the water hose on people who were continually confused by how far away six feet was. I ranted, I stressed, I got a crash course in vegetarian cooking when supply issues and store limits made finding food I could safely eat difficult (because food allergies/intolerances.) I did the best I could with everything.

And I succeeded. Neither one of us got covid. But then, toward the end of this past July and straight on through August… things just went to shit.

My mom passed away a month ago. Cancer, most likely, even though they were never able to get a biopsy or further testing done (basically, it grew like cancer, it behaved like cancer; but as far as what type it was, or where it started… I’ll never know.) She died almost exactly one month after they found the mass. Everything just happened so fast. I’d always heard horror stories of people suddenly getting sick, finding out they have cancer, and then dying a matter of weeks later; but, I never thought it would happen to someone I love.

Also? It’s hell. I don’t know how else to describe it.

The pandemic affected her care, too. Her last month on Earth was miserable. She was in and out of hospitals with no visitation policies, struggled to get beds, being given bad news and put through painful procedures (arterial blood gas tests, chest tubes, catheters, etc.) while she was completely alone. By the time they finally did let me in to see her (and mainly because they needed me to make medical decisions for her as she was no longer able,) she was dying. We had no time, no chance to really talk, or even say goodbye. All I could do is hold her hand until the end came.

My life is in shambles right now. I’m no stranger to grief - I lost my dad when I was 16, my grandmother at 19 - but this has been something else. There’s grief from the loss; there’s the trauma of being separated from her in her time of need; there’s the trauma of literally watching her die. I was closer to my mom than I ever was any other family member and I am crushed beyond belief. Nothing feels right at the moment. I’m still in shock. I still wake up in the morning expecting her to be there. Everything just happened so damned fast.

I’m exhausted, too. I’m basically doing nothing but focusing on self-care and slowly trying to clean and downsize things. I’m the only one left to take care of her final business, too (but that’s on hold until I get death certificates back.) I still need to move, and I’m hoping I’ll be ready to do so in about 5-6 months. Our hopes of renovating the old trailer I bought is likely not happening now. I’m probably going to try to resell it and buy a used RV to live in (the land is paid for, there’s a septic, water lines, etc. All I lack is an electric pole.) I bought an e-bike to help me get around on good days, set up grocery delivery, etc. I’m doing the best I can for now.

I’m trying to get back to doing some art and writing, as it’s always been a very potent act of self-care for me, but… things might be weird for a while. And very slow. I don’t know what form my art will take, there may be more crackfic since I seem to write it better when I’m sad, etc. Just… bear with me, I guess?

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She had known peace once.

Cara Dune sat at a table, a cup of glowing blue spotchka in her hand, and stared out at the perfect blue sky. Sorgan was a backwater skug hole, of course, but with it came a sense of calm, and stillness, and quiet. Peace was a luxury in the galaxy, and for Cara, it had felt like a whole lifetime had passed since she’d last experienced it.

She thought of home, of Alderaan. It was easy for her to remember its perfect blue sky, its idyllic mountains, its glittering cities of art and music and history. She could remember its people, the pacifists who, even in the full throes of the Clone Wars, had always discussed war as if it was something that only happened to other people, on other planets. But, it was much harder for her to recall living in a world where she wanted for nothing. She’d forgotten what it was like to have enough food, enough water, enough comfort; to put her time and effort into something as frivolous as music instead of into her own survival; or even what it was like to be able to exist without having a weapon or three within reach. She had forgotten what it was like to feel safe and untouchable under that perfect blue sky...

Read more at AO3. 😄

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24301144

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New ongoing fic of randomness. Because I’m bored. And stressed. Very stressed.

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So anyway, it’s been too long since I’ve drawn any cute Ichabbie art, and I think this one is definitely one of my favorites (even if it involves snow, which is evil. 😉 ) Also, I figure I had to draw Icky in a raccoon hat at some point, you know? Just seemed fitting. 😂😉

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE! ❤️

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Some gift art of Brienne of Tarth for my bestie @thymelady ! Can you tell I’m ready for spring? 😂🌺🌸🌼

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THIS IS THE WAY. ;) Yeeeah. I had to do a bit more fanart for The Mandalorian (since it’s kinda my favorite thing right now.) Also, I think that’s the best background I’ve ever done. :D

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I am so going to hell for this, but I... couldn’t resist. I actually haven’t watched Watchman yet (I want to, but I recently bought a mobile home that is a bit of a fixer-upper and money is a little tight right now,) but I did see a clip of THAT SCENE. And of course, my mind hasn’t exactly left the gutter since the early 90’s so... yeah. This happened. *facepalm*

On the bright side, though, at least Icky found something other than John Adams to be on Halloween. ;)

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE! 🎃👻💀👽

Now please, someone go eat a full-size snickers so my milk-allergic self can live vicariously through you, okay? 😉

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The Fairy Wand, part three (read at AO3)

The ginormous cock had made her chase him.

Seeing the glowing wand being pointed at him had apparently spooked Crane greatly. He'd crowed loudly a few times, and then took off running throughout her house as fast as his two chicken legs could carry him - which ended up being a lot faster than Abbie ever expected. There was a flurry of feathers trailing behind him, and he crowed and squealed with every twist and turn he made.

He'd also dropped a few smelly surprises on her clean rug, likely out of sheer terror, that she nearly stepped in more than once. "You are SO cleaning this up when you're human again, Crane!" she growled at him.

Finally, she managed to corner him, and blasted him with the fairy wand, shouting "I WISH YOU WERE HUMAN AGAIN!" The wand glowed blue once more, and a beam of sparkly blue light erupted out of it. Crane the rooster squawked loudly as he was hit with a loud POP!

He inched out of the corner, quickly doubling, and then quadrupling his size. Wings grew into arms, and fingers sprouted from them. His tiny chicken legs grew longer. Feathers began to explode out of him one by one, until all that was left behind was a tall, lanky, and completely naked man lying drooling on the floor.

Abbie cackled, partially at the fact she'd been successful and partially at the fact that Crane was laying there in the nude. He had freckles on his rear, and there were still a few feathers sticking there. She tried hard to have willpower, to not capture his be-speckled posterior for posterity; however, she quickly failed. Taking out her phone, she snapped a few photos for good measure. Jenny'll have a field day with these, she thought, giggling.

The clicking sound from her phone startled Crane, and his eyes shot open, staring back at her in utter shock and horror as Abbie stashed the phone back in her pocket. Quickly realizing that he was, in fact, completely butt naked, all of his cheeks began to blush furiously. Without moving, he eyed her, starting to quake with fear and very clear embarrassment.

"Welcome back," said Abbie, laughing. "Am... Am I... n...naked..." Crane stammered. "Oh yeah." "Not... um, not even smallclothes?" "Not a stitch, Crane."

Abbie smiled at him, clearly enjoying herself.

"My clothes... I need my..." He said, his fingers slowly crawling towards his coat. "Maybe put on some clean ones? I'm sure those smell a little like a barnyard animal at this point." "Ah. Right." "Just, you know, hop up and run for the bathroom. I'll close my eyes," Abbie said, smirking, "I won't peek." "Will you destroy that vile wand in the meantime?"

Abbie paused for a moment, looking at the wand with longing. The thing was a bit evil; however, it also had the power to give her anything she wished for as well, now that she had figured out its secret.

"Sure," she finally said, even though she wasn't sure if she meant it, "you go change - maybe get a shower, too - and I'll go toss this in the neighbor's wood chipper. Don't worry about it." "Good plan," he said. "Alright, I'm closing my eyes. Go for it," Abbie said, shutting her eyes (but then reopening one as soon as he turned his back.)

Crane hopped up and flew through the house, bits of anatomy jiggling in the wind as he went.

And Abbie grinned from ear to ear...

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The Fairy Wand, part two (read at AO3) Ichabod Crane was a ginormous cock.

At that moment, however, he was also covered in feathers.

Abbie groaned at the rooster in front of her, watching as her newly-feathered partner began to peck furiously at the gold buttons on his coat. In a huff, she grabbed up the fairy wand and the spellbook that had fallen to the floor when Crane had transformed in a whoosh of pink sparkles and feathers. The damned wand was still glowing a bit, and gave off a low twittering sound that Abbie swore sounded like giggling.

Abbie shook her head. She was certain that this was going to be one of those things that would be hilarious in hindsight; however, at the moment, it was anything but. Still, she fished her camera back out of her pocket and quickly snapped a few photos of the now-crowing Crane. "If we make it through this, I'm never letting you live this one down," she muttered to him.

Setting her phone down, Abbie began to paw through the spellbook that Crane had found, quickly realizing that it wasn't quite as ancient as she'd first assumed. In fact, she was pretty certain it was one of those cheesy witchcraft books that had been marketed to teenage girls back in the 90's. When she found the page that Crane had dog-eared, she was convinced of it, in fact.

"A spell to reflect what's in your heart?" She muttered, reading the name of the spell he'd failed spectacularly at performing. She then rolled her eyes dramatically. His so-called "counter-curse" was ridiculous at best. That he actually thought it would work as a counter-curse was even more ridiculous. And then, there was the fact it transformed him into a great big chicken...

"Probably has something to do with that whole 'being madly in love with me' thing, but being too chickenshit to actually say the words, doesn't it, Crane?"

Crane the rooster ignored her, ferociously attacking her carpet and yanking at the strands as if they were worms. Abbie groaned again.

"Well, this thing is useless," she said, tossing the book aside. She rubbed her forehead gently. Her head was beginning to ache terribly. "I wish I had some coffee right now," she muttered.

Suddenly, the fairy wand began to glow a bright blue and vibrated slightly in her hand. Blue sparkles erupted around her, and a cup of steaming hot coffee appeared in the air in front of her with a loud POP!

Abbie eyed the cup of coffee suspiciously as it floated in front of her. After all, the strange wand had turned Crane's head into a jack-o-lantern, and then completely transformed him into a chicken. She wasn't sure that anything the wand did could be completely trusted; however, the coffee did look good, and it smelled quite amazing.

"Oh, fuck it," she said, grabbing the cup and taking a long drink.

She stopped and took a breath, waiting for something weird to happen. However, nothing did. Instead, she breathed in its nice aroma, and recalled how perfect it had tasted. She licked her lips, and took another drink. Yep, perfect, she thought.

Abbie eyed the cup, and then the wand, and then something clicked. She smirked, and then pointed the wand at the cup.

"I wish I had a larger coffee," she said, "and a refill, too."

The wand glowed blue again, and sparkles flashed around the cup as it grew to twice it's side and filled back up with steaming hot coffee.

Abbie snorted.

"This damn thing takes everything literally. That's the trick. That's why it backfired on Crane so much," she said, shaking her head. She then stared down at Crane the rooster and smirked.

"Alright," she said, pointing the wand at her feathered friend, "time to break the curse..."

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The Fairy Wand, part one (read at AO3)

"I have made a grievous error, Leftenant," Crane told her, his voice shaky and hollow.

Abbie said nothing. Instead, she stared at him, her hands over mouth, halfway between an "awwww!" and laughing her ass off. After all, it wasn't every day that one saw their partner's head explode in a flash of light and sparks, only to be replaced by that of a giant, bright orange jack-o-lantern.

"Didn't I tell you not to mess around with that fairy wand we found, Crane?" She asked him, doing everything she could to stifle her laughter, "fairies are tricksters, after all."

Crane sighed. There was a faint pumpkin spice odor when he did.

"My curiosity got the better of me, I'm afraid." "Uh-huh." "I have wondered for a while if we, being witnesses, possessed any magical powers. And then, suddenly, we had a magic wand..." "Ah." "The wand reacted the moment I touched it! All I did was caress the handle and the thing just... exploded in my hand!"

Abbie snorted.

"Have that problem a lot, Crane?"

Crane groaned. More pumpkin spice odor wafted through the air as he did. There was a moment of wet creaking and popping, and once it was over, one of his carved eyebrows had raised itself at her.

"I found a spell - a counter-curse, I believe," he said, showing her the ancient spellbook he carried in his other hand, "I would be delighted if you'd assist me, Leftenant."

It was Abbie's turn to sigh - thankfully, without the scent of pumpkin spice.

"Fine," she said, "on one condition, though." "Which is?"

Abbie smiled, pulling out her phone. With a few thumb movements, she opened the camera, and then leaned in close to her pumpkin-headed partner. She wrapped her arm around what remained of his neck.

"Oh god, not a 'selfie,'" he said, moaning in more pumpkin spice. "Say 'Halloween,' Crane!" she said, laughing...

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I MADE A THING

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New art (and process/detail pics,) for @sneetchstar’s new fic: https://t.co/8clDNZHcW7

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Wear Your Heart on Your Skin

Fic & Art from a Twitter thread for @thymelady, @nickey79, and also @VocalVixen (is she on Tumblr? IDK) and @NicoH715 on Twitter

Fabulous art is by @doomtwinkie

“Wear your heart on your skin in this life.” ― Sylvia Plath, Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams: Short Stories, Prose and Diary Excerpts

Abbie didn’t know quite what it was that possessed her to get a tattoo, but here she is, lying on a padded bench, half her ass out, getting tattooed.

By the sexiest man she has ever met.  When she decided to get a tattoo, a lovely, large, colorful tattoo of a cluster of her favorite succulents, she didn’t really think about what the tattoo artist might look like, but she wasn’t expecting a tall, whipcord-thin Englishman with a well-groomed beard and a voice that sounds like sex itself.  She wasn’t expecting him to be smart as well as talented. She wasn’t expecting the adorably nerdy tortoiseshell glasses he donned to do his work.

She didn’t know she had a hot college professor kink, but apparently she does, and in a big way.

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When the power goes out during a severe storm, Abbie and Ichabod have to find a way to entertain themselves in the dark. WHATEVER WILL THEY DO WITH THEMSELVES? *wink wink nod nod nudge nudge*

A sequel to Smallclothes.

Chapter One: The Storm Abbie had to tell him.

It’d been two weeks since she’d found out; two weeks freaking out, of planning, of... puking. There’d been a lot of puking; so much, in fact, that Crane had noticed. He’d been sweet, though, keeping her supplied with crackers and holding her head when things got bad. He never complained; not even when she barfed on his boots.

She was pregnant, and she had to tell him.

“Hey, Crane?” She said, looking at him, “I’m... uh...”

BOOM!

Thunder rumbled loudly, and the power flickered on and off, before finally going out.

“Uh-oh,” she muttered instead. (On to chapter two!)

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Abbie Mills eventually joined Ichabod Crane in his Star Wars: Rogue One cosplaying fun. Just to make sure not too many Bothans died for this information.