#I did a thing!

[still-living-like-im-trying]

Original photo inspiration and sketches under the cut:

[falsemortal]

Hey! ❤️ I can finally spill the beans on what I've been hinting at vaguely– I have a few designs that are going to be up for sale as stickers, as well as a pin, magnet, and keychain!!! They will be available starting next Friday, February 2nd at noon EST!!! I'll be making another post when they are live with the link to my shop! ❤️

@hackearneyarchive ❤️❤️❤️

[buccaneeering]

Anyway, un-proofread writing under the cut.

Featuring a poor attempt at digital art. Erik was made in the animal jam masterpiece game, and Julien was on my phone 🥲 with one layer.

The head of the scenic department was a stern and strict man.

His eyes were small and beady, almost like two little lumps of coal staring back at him with overwhelming disapproval.

The man cleared his throat and spoke in an impatient tone;

"You are the artist they hired, correct..? You will be tasked with painting the walls for "Le Cid". The colors are mostly beiges, browns and reds. If you finish early, you will help with the backdrop. I'm SURE that won't be too much for you.." The head had a sort of cruel glint in his eyes.

"I believe myself to be entirely capable, Monsieur." Julien offers the man a chipper smile... But it leaves his face with an awkward laugh when the man looks more frustrated than before. He scampers off for the paints required.. Beiges.. Browns.. Reds.. Likely some golds..?

He wanders aimlessly for a bit, never having been in a place so large as the Opera before.

It must've taken ten minutes just to find the dusty little closet, and more to get the lantern in the closet's center lit so the paints were decipherable.

Julien sighs exasperatedly as the match, from the box in his breast pocket, fails a third time. "He isn't a very paitent man, you know?" He whispers to the match, "I need this job.. And to keep it, I need you to work with me."

As if that worked. The next time he tried, the match split in two.

He retrieves another, growing more panicked by the second, but, thankfully, this match heard his pleas and did its job.

Conveniently, for once, the paints he needed were all in places that were easy to gather, and he walked out with a stack of paints about as high as his head.

He heard a voice, though from exactly where he couldn't tell.

The closet? No, he was just in there. Surely he would've noticed another man in the closet...

It was a charming sort of voice, the type one finds himself deeply lost in, and Julien was no different.

"Hello?" He calls.

It spoke once more from a bit closer; "Hello, Monsieur.."

He was taken aback by the formality. He never saw himself as a formal person.

"Hello!" He says again, then facepalms.. That was stupid! I already greeted him..

In an attempt to move on, "May I ask where you are..?"

Could the voice see him? He hoped not, the stress must of done a number on his rather plain appearance.

"Ah, yes you may ask, but I will not tell you.."

The voice's response was almost playful, with something of a tease in it's tone.

The voice seemingly came from every corner of he looked, and it left Julien spinning in circles, struggling to balance the cans of paints, which he eventually set down.

"Oh." He manages a laugh at the humor, but his face felt uncomfortably warm, and it grew more so with every sentence the voice spoke, "Okay.. Uhm, may I know your name?"

He looks around the dimly lit hall for signs of movement, but finds nothing.

The painter is quiet for a moment.. "Mine's Julien." He hoped introducing himself first comforts the stranger into doing the same.

The voice giggled, finding humor and something perhaps endearing about Julien.

"What, have you gotten lonely? No, I will not share my name with you, not yet at least."

"Maybe I am lonely." He admits, eyes trailing across the floor.

"I doubt it's me you are lonely for."

"Oh, maybe not.. But your voice is company enough, Monsieur."

I can't believe I said that outloud.

"You... You can keep your secrets.. I don't mind.." He looks around again, now taking a seat on the floor, criss-cross applesauce.

"May I really not have a name to call you by?"

The man remained silent for a moment, then asked questions of his own:

"Why, are you so eager to know my name..? Is it that you have grown fond of me this quickly..?.."

A soft breeze washed over him from some place unknown, almost as if the wind itself was whispering to him, caressing him from the shadows.

It sends shudders down poor Julien's spine.

"It's... Your manner seems familiar, is all. You speak like the notes I've been reciev--" Had he said too much?? "-- I, I do try to be cordial with everyone." Had he said too much?

"And what did these notes say...?" The voice asked, curiosity still lacing his tone.

His mouth opens to reply, "... It was just so--" he heard his name shouted by the stern man from earlier.

"JULIEN DE AUCLAIR."

That jolted his mind from anything he planned to divulge. He scrambles to gather the paints, and then hastily makes his way down the hall.

"I'm sorry. I have to go!"

He was entirely oblivious that the charming voice he had just spoken to was the one writing those notes.

Julien could hear a faint goodbye of sorts from the voice.

Oh, he hoped they would speak again.

He hurries out of the hall and back into the auditorium, where he is met with an angry face..

"I'm so sorry, monsieur.." He says: the cans of paint wobbling in his arms and brain wracking for a reasonable excuse.

No one would believe him if he said the walls were speaking to him.

"I.. It took me a while to navigate, and.." He swallows, "..The uhm.. Paints were a bit hard to find aswell..? I'll get to work immediately, I swear it." He knew that bit about the paints didn't sound confident.. But he hoped it wouldn't catch the man's attention.

"Fine then, I suppose." He says with a glare. "But do refrain from taking so long in the future, Auclair."

"Yes. Absolutely." With that, he hurries to the stage. It takes him a moment to get into his element, but, once he has found it he works for hours.

One hour become two, and two became three.

By hour four, two eight by fours were almost entirely done, he'd gotten so caught up in the task he hadn't considered eating..

He wipes the sweat from his forehead, which leaves a smear of red paint in it's place.

But what struck him as he returned to his senses was how quiet it all was.. And dark.

How late was it? He had surely worked overtime..

Had no one bothered to tell him?

His heart sunk a little.

No, he tells himself, I probably just dismissed them, is all... Even if they did leave me to do the work, I shouldn't mind. It's best I be useful if they plan to keep me here.

He turns to reseal the paints. After this, he would return to his room, not only to rest, but to see if O.G. had left anymore notes.

[macabrecabra]

Want to add some new OCs for the Aasimar/Genasi Secret Satan, so working on doing some quick concepts of two goobers to throw in c: A fire creeture who got a divine flame who sort of ran away from home so they wouldn't have to assume the role society ascribes to their rare birth Also drawing one of the high ranked Nephilim with an appetite for smiting and a questionable moral compass on what constitutes mercy and "helping" those who are not created of angelic souls.

Hopefully can both flat colored and posted up tomorrow c:

[dauntlessdiva]

I Think I Might Have It All - Birdie_Castellan - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

Eddie had always been an over-thinker. A worrywart, his uncle would say.

He was so worried about Steve leaving him that he’d panicked. He turned a beautiful declaration of love and devotion into a fucking death knell.

He regretted it the instant he stepped into his uncle’s trailer, but he was too ashamed, and still far too terrified, to go back to Vermont. Back to Steve.

[woodblxssomcrowned]

"Of course they were strong. Strength and power was in their blood. Even for Senju, even the weakest of the three could have been extraordinary. But when unavoidably compared to their father --- compared to a man such as Senju Hashirama --- few could see them as anything but terribly mediocre. They were born, lived, died and ultimately forgotten within his shadow."

Formerly known as thexsenjuxheirs

Loved by Em since 2015 CARRD [ Bio | Rules | Verses ]

[lepetitfruit]

GUYS. guys I did the coolest thing. Look at what I made!!! From scratch!!!

Last photo is the first concept page I did with the final pendant :D

I am so super happy with how this turned out!!! And now I get to share it!!! I can't usually share stuff from work bc of discretion policies, but I made this one for me, so HA!

[chaeul]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: บรรยากาศรัก เดอะซีรีส์ | Love in the Air (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Phayu/Rain (Love in the Air TV 2022) Characters: Phayu (Love in the Air TV 2022), Rain (Love in the Air TV 2022) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Drunk Rain (Love in the Air TV 2022), Wet Dream, Phayu is conflicted, Phayu suffers, Sleep talking, sleep moaning, Rain is a menace, pillow humping, Masturbation, Dry Humping, mentions of somnophilia, Rain has a hangover, Smut to fluff, -Ish, phayu is a tease Summary:

Or Rain is hot, Phayu is bothered

In which drunk Rain has a vocal wet dream and Phayu has a hard time dealing with how that makes him feel

[antique-forvalaka]

yes hello, it’s finally here! The long awaited sequel to Assumptions About You! Featuring my favourite character: Porsche’s double Gun holster harness <3

Please heed the tags, its kinda spicy again!

Fuck, he looks good like this, held up awkwardly in Kinn’s grip, abs strained taut with the effort of holding himself up the only way he can. It must be painful by now; even Kinn’s arm is slowly setting into a pleasant burn, and Porsche can’t even use his elbows to catch his weight.

Kinn uses his other hand to hold himself up as he leans in to trace his mouth over Porsche’s clavicle, up to the vulnerable underside of his chin. This close he can hear Porsche quietly panting, feel his pulse against his lips, the vibration of the throaty groan when Kinn brushes his teeth over Porsche’s Adam’s apple.

Reviews from my favourite taste testers @luckydragon10 and @fractured-ice declare this to be:

Character Introspection in the form of smut

and i guess that tracks

i hope it satisfies @iffervescent enough to have mercy with her poor fans!

[swedetastic]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Taskmaster (UK TV) RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Greg Davies/Alex Horne Characters: Greg Davies, Alex Horne (British Comedy RPF) Additional Tags: Playlist, Music, Song Lyrics, Not Fic, But there is a bit of a story! Summary:

This playlist chronicles one potential (fictional) storyline for Greg and Alex's relationship.

Rated M for mature lyrics and themes.

[indecisive-dizzy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Welcome Home - Clown Illustration Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barnaby B. Beagle & Howdy Piller (Welcome Home), Barnaby B. Beagle/Howdy Pillar (Welcome Home) Characters: Howdy Pillar (Welcome Home), Barnaby B. Beagle (Welcome Home) Additional Tags: minor Barnaby B. Beagle/Howdy Pillar (Welcome Home), Howdy Pillar-Centric, Howdy babysits, random children with names, random parents with names, not OC, Not Beta Read, Babysitting, Modern AU, College AU, Welcome Home AU, Author Is Sleep Deprived, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I am not funny, I Tried, early 2000s, Alternate Universe - 2000s, How Do I Tag, Mentioned Wally Darling (Welcome Home), Attempt at Humor, I'm Bad At Titles, Howdy Pillar is a Perfectionist Summary:

Welcome Home 2000s/College AU

Howdy babysits in his free time for some extra cash, and today he was called minute. Let's see what happens!

I don't have an excuse for this other than I'm projecting and really wanted to explore more of Howdy's character. Also I want to personally apologize to my fellow Laughingstock shippers for not making them the main focus. And for my attempt at humor /hj

[chaosducks]

The strawberry dress.

For @nickys-theater-blog

And for some reason I decided to write a one shot for it (bellow the cut)

"I think you'll look good in it," Whizzer said holding a summery dress up to Marvin. "Why can't you wear it?" Marvin complained. His boyfriend had probably brought the dress without thinking like he did with most things. "Because it won't fit me, it's too small." Marvin sighed, "okay fine, I'll wear it for half an hour. You can take pictures, do what ever you want. But only for half an hour, then I'm never wearing it again."

Marvin started to remove the clothes he was currently wearing then took the dress. It was very pretty he must admit, not something he'd wear. It's more Whizzer than Marvin, but if Whizzer thought it would look good on Marvin then who was he to judge. That man has unlimited knowledge of dreck. Marvin slipped into the dress. It was snug, he'd give it that, the elastic around the waist accentuated his hips perfectly.

He nervously looked to his lover, "so? What do you think?" Whizzer wrapped his arms around Marvin's waist and lifted him up. Spinning the shorter male around, Whizzer said," you look really sexy. You honestly do not know how hot you look right now." Marvin smiled and kissed Whizzer, blushing.

Soon half an hour turned into and hour, which soon became four hours. It reached 9 pm and Marvin still hadn't changed back into his normal clothing. "Marv you can take it off now, if you want." Marvin shook his head, "it's better than I thought it would be." Whizzer laughed, "you're adorable, you really are. And god I love you so much," Marvin blushed and snuggled up next to his lover.

The week after, the pair had a party to go to(it was a Christmas party for Marvin's work), and Marvin decided that instead of the suit he had prepared for this party, he'd wear the dress that he now adored. When they arrived at the party, the pair turned a lot of heads, both of them were by far the best looking couple there, and the only same sex couple it seemed. If any one was rude to either of them, the other would protect him. There was this one man, looking to be about 60 years old, and very drunk, began to throw slurs their way. Basically being a prick. They both ignored him, knowing he probably would face the consequences when sober.

Once home, the pair turned to eachother. Marvin placed a kiss on Whizzer's lips, "thank you for defending me. Maybe wearing this wasn't the best idea for a work party," Whizzer returned the kiss," No, it was the best idea. You were showing those people that you don't have a stick up your arse like they do. You were showing them that you can wear whatever you feel like," Marvin smiled and nodded," I suppose your right, let's head to bed." Whizzer gave him a suggestive look, " No, I'm tired, we are going to sleep tonight,"

[dauntlessdiva]

When Steve and Eddie first started dating, Eddie thought nothing of his kind, caring, attentive boyfriend insisting on making them a homemade dinner once a week for date night.

Steve knew what he was doing. He knew Eddie was just shy of too thin, skirting the line between a healthy kind of skinny and being underweight.

With Steve's stubborn attempts to get Eddie to eat three square meals a day, Eddie ends up gaining weight and everyone is super supportive of it.

He'd be damned if he didn't keep his boyfriend happy and healthy and well fed.

[remosdeerica]

GUYS! I crocheted a whole ass top! Aaaah!

[stromuprisahat]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Grisha Trilogy - Leigh Bardugo Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Mal Oretsev/Alina Starkov Characters: Alina Starkov, Mal Oretsev, Nikolai Lantsov Additional Tags: Character Death, Post-Book 3: Ruin and Rising, Post-Book 2: Rule of Wolves, Unhappy Ending, Murder, Infidelity, References to Illness, Mal Oretsev Dies, Mal Oretsev Bashing, Mal Oretsev Being an Asshole, Book-Canon Mal Oretsev Summary:

Anyone else doesn't buy Mal's change of heart during Ruin and Rising? Anyone else doesn't believe his supportive, doting husband persona from RoW, or Alina's alleged happiness, when her health should rapidly decline after she loses her powers? Well... this is me, being brutally realistic.