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3 genders

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someone tell them pride month is over

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life is starting to feel like this scene from icarly

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RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

thank you late night notes app note that just says "I thin them should smoke a cigarettes together"

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The Couple Down the Street passed 20k hits on AO3!

Crazy numbers!! Thank you to everyone who read the fic as I was writing it or have only just read it now! When I was writing it, it was meant to just be a silly lil self-indulgent project imagining Herbert and Dan in a much different stage of their lives/relationship. Herbert being slightly less of a gremlin and Dan being colder and more calculated now that he's accepted his life with Herbert, his husband.

I'm just very grateful and happy that something I wrote resonated with that many people :) Thanks for reading!

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they got tired and took a nap

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uh uhhhh

I really like your art :333

(Also got any reanimator fic recs I need some)

hello!! Thank you!! DO I HAVE REANIMATOR FIC RECS. OH BOY. Yes I do!!! I read a LOT of fic so thank you for asking this, you definitely asked the right guy (all fics linked)

ANYTHING by @teamingmate @godlizzza and @friendcrumbs , all of their reani fics are incredible but I have to highlight:

The couple down the street (classic of all classics) and the lord of death hill (which really appealed to my gothic lit and Jane Austen loving self) by Godlizza

What wakes alone in ice (chills, literal chills) and for parts (the pulpy breakup and getting back together fic we all need, it’s so good) by teamingmate

The dead dad Cain series, (the third fic was gifted to me :( this series is so close to my heard idk how many times I’ve reread) cicadas and locusts, and the shrieking of innumerable gibbons (so trippy, I stayed up till four reading this it’s so good) by friendcrumbs (okay damnit (the heart of man is) unbearable to hold as well. It ruined me.)

Other favourites of mine are:

Naturally affected by little_bugger (oh my god, reread this one constantly)

Dreams in the necromancer house by @nothingenoughao3 (another classic, WOW.)

It's looking like a limb torn off by por_queeee (getting together, just really nice)

Five Grave Mistakes to Avoid When Body Snatching by theprincessofdenial (so funny, another classic)

Determined Heart and Resolved Will (Or, The Son of Reanimator) by SupposedToBeWriting (I was hesitant at first but oh my god. Incredible. I was GRIPPED!)

Just realised this was a LOT… and I have more… anyone who wants recs come to me I will provide but anyway hope you enjoy!!!

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the couple down the street (@godlizzza) got me feeling shrimp emotions, as always

Small doodle for this fic while I work on a bigger drawing of it :)

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he called dan a coward

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this is so sweet 🥺🥺🥺

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Bride of Re-Animator

in a nutshell

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Carmilla visits me tonight

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Angel of music, hide no longer / Secret and strange Angel…

The Phantom of the Opera

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Perhaps immortal blood is the answer to Dr. Wests Re-agent.

Pre-orders for prints are currently up on my shop! I'm only selling a limited amount :) Pre-orders will be up for 1 - 2 weeks or until they are sold out!

Commissions

ALSO I've posted another speed paint to my tiktok!

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High School 1976 💚 Wish You Were Here, or: "Fellas, Is It Still Gay If Your Bro Doesn't Know He's A Guy Yet?"

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im thinking i might want to bind some of my longer fics into books. there looks to be some services around that could do it. id just need covers hmmm

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herbert getting really horny when he can’t have the reagent to inject into himself prompt send ask

Herbert really hated Dan sometimes.

Especially right now, when his body was crying out for the thrilling zing of the re-agent, but which Dan was cruelly keeping from him. Well, keeping was perhaps a generous term. Dan couldn't very well stop him from doing as he pleased in his own home and lab, but he had threatened him with the one thing Herbert couldn't stand above all others: being difficult.

Let it be known, Herbert thought as he prowled about his room like a caged tiger, that Daniel Cain could be stubborn as a mule when he put his mind to it.

With no needle to break his fidgeting mind- even though Herbert had told Dan it was fine, that he'd been taking a distilled dose for this long with no negative side-effects manifesting, so what was the harm?- his body seemed to be trying to conjure an outlet of a different kind. His blood was hot as it pumped through his veins, soaking his brain in depraved thoughts. Thoughts of hands branding his skin, muscled arms holding him down, pinning him to the floor like a butterfly to a corkboard for his assailant to have his wicked way with him. Worst of all was how he thrilled at the idea, arousal pooling in the pit of his stomach at such invasive, lecherous daydreams.

Herbert raked at his forearms, his blunt fingernails leaving angry red lines across his skin. In that moment, he loathed his meaty, needy prison of a body, almost as much as he loathed Dan for putting him through this.

Dan.

Herbert paused in his endless pacing and turned towards the half-open door. He could make out the drone of the TV down the hall, a commentator narrating a baseball game. Doubtless, a certain doctor was parked on the couch, heedless of Herbert's woes.

Herbert grimaced as the faceless man in his fantasies morphed, filling out with a strong jaw, wavy hair, and kind, brown eyes.

Typically, it was Herbert who indulged Dan in such things, not the other way around. The idea of asking for sex like an orphan knocking on a shelter door, cap in hand and begging for food didn't sit well with him, but the thought of having to pace around his room until his head exploded or he passed out from pent-up frustration was even less appealing. So, Herbert rallied himself and pushed open the door.

He stomped down the hall, tugging his tie loose from where it was choking his parched throat and tossed it aside as he entered the living room. He approached Dan- seated on the couch, just as he'd expected- from behind, taking in the silhouette of his head and shoulders. He had one arm propped up on the back on the couch, the short sleeve of his T-shirt riding up to reveal the swell of his bicep and the downy hairs dusting his forearm. The sight alone was enough to make Herbert's mouth water.

"Dan," Herbert said simply, leaning down to wrap his arms around Dan's chest, pressing his hands over the steady drum of his heart. Nuzzling his nose into Dan's hair, Herbert closed his eyes to breathe in the heady scent of him. "Turn the TV off."

Dan stirred, trying to turn in Herbert's arms but Herbert kept a tight grip on him, locking his elbows together. "Herbert? What's going on? Is something wrong?"

"Yes," Herbert replied instantly. He trailed one hand down the flat expanse of Dan's stomach, over the button of his jeans to rest on his groin. He squeezed him through his pants and Dan's breath hitched in response. Murmuring into his ear, Herbert went on, "Your methods have undone me, that's what's wrong."

"I don't know what you-"

His words cut off in choked garble as Herbert continued to palm him through his jeans. It didn't take much to get Dan going, Herbert knew, and sure enough, he could already feel him getting hard beneath his touch.

"Shut up," Herbert growled, taking the cartilage of Dan's ear between his teeth and biting. Dan yelped in response, earning Herbert a vicious stab of triumph. Good. Let him feel even a fraction of the suffering he'd been made to deal with these past few days. "Why don't you just do one of the only things you're good for?"

Herbert ripped his hand away, ignoring Dan's whine of despair as he stalked around the circumference of the couch. Dan tipped his head back to stare at him with wild, confused eyes that Herbert again ignored as he shoved at his shoulders, sending him tumbling back against the cushions. Dan let out a light "Oof!" as he landed on his back, Herbert wasting no time in clambering on top of him and straddling his hips.

Now that he actually had a warm body beneath him, that hunger that had been simmering in Herbert's veins reared its head back to gnash its teeth, urging him to do more, take more. He yanked Dan's shirt up to bunch under his armpits, not ceasing in his incessant tugging until Dan propped himself up on his elbows to allow Herbert to pull it off. He tossed it carelessly over his shoulder, his ravenous eyes drinking in the sight of so much bare skin on display for him. A smattering of chest hair nestled between chiseled pecs, trailing down the board of his abs and over his belly button before disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Herbert mapped the path out with his hands, running his palms up and down Dan's torso with a hunger that bordered on animalistic.

"Shit, Herbert," Dan cursed, sounding slightly out of breath as Herbert fumbled with his zipper. "What's gotten into you?"

"You, if all goes to plan," Herbert snapped in response, pulling Dan's fly open.

Dan gasped out another stuttering moan, his hands flying up to grab at Herbert, but before he could pull him down to crash their lips together, as Herbert knew he wanted, he slipped a hand into Dan's pants and grabbed him through his underwear, far tighter than the pleasurable squeezes he'd dished out earlier. Dan tensed up beneath that vice-like grip, his eyes widening as he stared up at Herbert, doubtless fearing for his manhood- which, yes, was standing to attention already.

"You," Herbert hissed, leaning down until his glasses threatened to slip right off his nose, "are going to take responsibility for your actions. Understand, Danny?"

Dan nodded mutely, his head bobbing vigorously.

Herbert eased back, relaxing his grip on Dan's dick and making him sag against the couch in relief.

"Good," Herbert said, reaching for his own belt buckle. "Because we're not done until I say we're done."

Dan was looking at him as though it were the first time he'd ever seen him, his pupils blown wide. His hands slipped down to grip Herbert's thighs, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

"Yes, Sir," he said dazedly.

The sex they had that night was unlike any they'd partaken in before.

For one thing, they didn't stop after the first time as they usually did, once typically being enough for Herbert. No, that night they went at it for multiple rounds, in quick succession, starting with Herbert riding Dan until his thighs burned and Dan was arching his back off the cushions in rapture. This was followed by Dan slipping down onto his knees, nestling his head between Herbert's legs and blowing him as he jerked himself off. Then, finally ending with them fucking on the floor, one of Herbert's legs thrown over Dan's shoulder as he plowed him so hard, Herbert was sure he wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for days. The rug burn on his back was certainly going to be a pain.

All through it, Dan had stared at Herbert with besotted eyes, a blush painting his cheeks, and the breath wheezing in and out of him between wet lips. He may have told Herbert he loved him a few times. Herbert couldn't be sure. He'd been too busy berating Dan for putting him in this position in the first place.

After all was said and done, they lied there in a tangle of limbs on the carpet, Dan's head laid on Herbert's chest, his limp arms gripping him in a loose circle as Herbert idly stroked his hair, gazing up at the ceiling. Their sweaty skin had pasted them together and Herbert was sure the sensation of peeling themselves apart when they sat up was going to be rather unpleasant, so he was content to let Dan use him as a human body pillow for a little bit longer.

"Holy shit," Dan panted, his breath ghosting Herbert's skin. "That was amazing."

Herbert hummed his agreement, curling a lock of Dan's hair around his finger before releasing it, letting it spring back into place. "Yes, well, don't get too comfortable. Remember what I said, Danny? We're not done until I say so, and I haven't said so yet."

Dan laughed weakly, his chest hitching where it was pressed up against Herbert's side. "Fuck, Herbert. I don't know if I can. I can't even feel my dick right now."

Herbert shrugged. "That's alright." He trailed a hand down Dan's back to swat at his ass, the supple flesh rippling beneath the blow and earning him a squawk from Dan. Herbert grinned as he carded his fingers through Dan's hair again, gripping a handful in his fist, tight enough to make Dan wince. "I suppose I'll just have to take a turn fucking you. How does that sound?"

When Dan raised his chin to gaze up at him, that same love-struck look was plastered across his features. His throat bobbed as he swallowed and nodded. With a scratchy voice, he replied, "Sounds great."