#art-fic exchange

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Ahsoka: He's nine. Nine-year-old boys are allowed to pick their noses. I'm willing to bet my boots you picked your nose at nine.

Obi-Wan: I did not. Did you?

Ahsoka: I was never a nine-year-old boy.

(AU where post-banishment Ahsoka gets zapped back to TPM. Link to fic)

[improvapocalyps]

You have 90 minutes to complete. (original poem: r.a.)

In participation of the MCYT Recursive Exchange 2024 hosted by @mcytrecursive!

Inspired by know that all my love will be your breath (i will save you when your lights go out)

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1. Have you ever been in love? (Please circle your answer.) a. It's me and him b. Our hearts beat in sync c. Our lives intertwined

2. Do you understand what you’ve done? (Please circle your answer.) a. I couldn't do anything b. I lost my balance c. I doomed us both

3. It's been god knows how long since you felt phantom hands on your neck and there is no one in sight. If you were soul-bound to him and both of you died at the same time then why are you still waiting in the void? Please answer clearly, in full sentences. (Not a correct answer：I just wanted to see him one more time).

4. Define two (2)： Fate | The feeling of his forehead against yours Curse | The moment you realise he isn't linked to you anymore

5. True or False： i. It was your fault. ii. You wish you had met him under different circumstances. iii. You can’t regret a single moment that you had him. iv. You would do it all over again if you could. v. It ended long before either of you said anything.

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sketch cover thing for imgur link:

[anna-scribbles]

chapter 12 of @buggachat’s open my eyes has (to no one’s surprise) been wrecking me👍 read it!!

[bolithesenate]

i just really love designing togruta montrals

and thinking about how the patterns change as they grow

they are very shapes

[afterdarkchef]

Honey & Molasses

“Crowley’s universe collapses into itself.

There’s a black hole at the centre, devouring everything, spinning everything around it, making all else helpless in its gravity well. It’s the inexorable core of the universe, the master around which existence rotates. Its mass is the inescapable destiny of all.

Except it isn’t a black hole, not truly. It’s not devouring, it’s expansive, generous. Because it is radiant. It’s an unending, fathomless, eternal wellspring of love. That is the centre of Crowley’s universe.

Aziraphale is radiant.

Crowley surrenders.”

- Honey and Molasses by LadyZoisite

Over on GOAD for the Pride Exchange I was lucky to be paired with LadyZoisite on AO3 whose evocative words sang to me and I couldn’t help but draw them.

Full version of pic can be found in the Fic or over here in the sticky palace of GOAD

@goodomensafterdark

ko-fi if you are so inclined and like what you see

[comfymoth]

society if vampire cellbit werewolf roier

society if there were a fic for this

[an-au-blog]

vamp!za comic wip that i will never finish bc im too tired + my artstyle is acting up and my tablet hates me

[zeebreezin]

World Event: For Want of a Bloom!

— London is abuzz in the coming weeks: The Drifting Kingdom of Anther has been sighted yet again! Great clusters of Lanternfruit, each the size of an airship, drift ever closer to the southern edge of the Zee. Anther will remain for a short time before it drifts further south, to bask under the light of Stone one again. Petals of all types paint the Zee as Anther completes its lap of the Elder Continent. Fantastical stories of Anther have spread like pollen through a spring breeze - the flying kingdom’s flora is the stuff of legend, flowers immune to decay in hues that would put any Surface gardener to shame. Even salvaged petals, dried and pressed, will fetch their weight in gold in London… but more daring Londoners have taken up the duty of scaling Anther’s root covered walls to collect fresh blossoms and cuttings. It’s dangerous work, fending off killer flora, extreme altitudes, and the roaming groups of Antheri citizens who consider it a beloved national pastime to bat thieving guests off the edge of their city. Surely, this cannot be worth it, all for a few flowers…?

@violant-apologia ‘s post inspired me to write up some more details on my fan Presbyterate kingdom: Anther, the city of flowers! The floating city frequently drifts out to open waters to hydrate the massive, correspondence infused Lanternfruit that keep it aloft. During this time, Londoners love to steal some of those beautiful flowers off the city, where they’re used for dyes, poisons, academic study, and just having the best look of 99’. Anther… really doesn’t mind this as much as it should. After all, they’re just flowers. This is the equivalent of someone robbing your grandma’s garden… and chasing Londoners around for a bit of blood sport is pretty fun!

[harringroveholidayexchange]

It’s my pleasure to bring attention to our new and improved HHE blog!!!!

@chrisbitchtree has graciously created some adorable art, that we can all now be greeted by when visiting this blog’s humble home :D So, show them lots and lots of love. xoxo

Just some dates to remember:

September 22nd - Sign ups open on AO3

October 6th - Sign ups close

December 20th - Assignments will be due

December 25th - Gifts will be revealed

January 1st - Creators will be revealed

Questions can be answered through asks on this blog or privately in DM on my personal blog @sh1tbird-shantytown .

[wh40ksummerfest]

WH40K Summer Fest Exchange 2024

Summer Fest is back for 2024!

This summer exchange is a Warhammer 40,000/Horus Heresy-focused gift exchange for fanart and fanfiction, hosted on AO3.

Sign up to write a fanfic or create a piece of fanart, and receive a story or artwork in return!

Schedule:

June 2 - June 9: Nominate your favourite characters and pairings June 9 - June 16: Sign up for the exchange June 16: Matching and assignments go out July 27: Early default deadline August 11: Assignments due August 18: Works go live August 25: Creators are revealed

👉 You must be 18+ and have an AO3 account to participate.

For information on how to sign up and participate, see the AO3 exchange profile.

Please follow this blog for updates.

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MDZS Secret Santa exchange for AO3 user PorcelainAlice, for a prompt requesting fix-it where Jin Zixuan goes to Nie Mingjue for advice on connecting with his many illegitimate younger brothers.

Also on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52171486

[simply-sithel]

and when you move, I'm moved by Catja [link]

A wee 60 pages- true mini, bound for the @renegadepublishing Tiny Book Bang. Typeset by Indoor Cat Press.

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...this book was so tiny, I lost it in my Drafts! Sharing now, almost a year later, as the 2024 Tiny Books Bang nears it's 2nd typeset reveal

[graegrape]

at long last... it's done... here's my part of this year's ghost swap exchange for @siverwrites (hosted by @fyeahghosttrick!)

i decided to mash 2 of your prompts together (a/j/c fluff and cabanela's Odd Gift Giving) - i did Not think i'd end up making a 7 page comic but alas, here we are :'D... i hope the characters aren't too ooc and the overall messiness is excusable!! i really love your writing so i hope you can get some enjoyment from this <3 happy ghost swap!

[sunn-mechanic]

[ID in alt]

“You show me you love me when you look at me. I don’t need you to say it for me to know.”

Here's my art submission for the @ninjago-valentine-exchange's Jaya A pair, my response to the lovely fic by @kristoffs-lullaby !

It was such a cute fic <3, and once I read this scene I immediately knew what I was gonna draw >:)

[lazycranberrydoodles]

kinktober day 7: swapping clothes

yippee yay xie lian in red! follow 4 more hua cheng bait 🚩

[skepsiss]

For the @steddiesummerexchange to @stevesjockstrap!

Batter Up: Chapter 2 of 5

Read [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3]

Rated: Explicit

Summary: This fluffy story is about Baseball Player Steve Harrington, meeting Rock Star Eddie Munson and the whirlwind 1-week romance turned committed relationship. They're instantly obsessed with one another, but neither knows how to take things to the next level. Enjoy Steve being a love-sick idiot! (The story turns explicit in Chapter 4, other chapters are all fluff). In this chapter, we get to read Eddie's POV and how obsessed he is with Steve, too. Chrissy is here to cheer him on.

Read Chapter 2 below, or [read it on Ao3]

Big thank you to @thefreakandthehair for beta reading for me and helping me with my NBA terms!

Graphic made by me!

”I want to bite his ass like it’s a fucking apple,” Eddie gritted out, his hands tense and clawing at the air as he seemingly held back unfathomable amounts of sexual tension. “Gross!” Chrissy trilled, bouncing the squash ball in her hand against the ground to warm it up. “You don’t need to be so crass, Eddie.” “You don’t understand—” Eddie hissed, sitting forward in his seat as he spoke to Chrissy through the plexiglass. She gave him an unimpressed look, saying ‘really’ silently with a twisted lip and a raised brow. “Okay, you understand— just! He’s so fucking hot, and I swear to fucking God if he lets me near him, I’m going to go berserk,” Eddie groaned, sighing dramatically as he bounced his leg. “Don’t you have a date tomorrow?” Chrissy asked, squeezing the little black ball in her hand a few times before casually starting to bounce it against her racket. “That’s the problem! Chrissy! Jesus Christ—he’s like… fucking Adonis. How am I—I clam up like a Mongolian death worm every time he gets near me. I can’t—I can’t even get close to laying the moves on him ‘cause I’m, like, fucking useless. It isn’t even a date tomorrow. It’s like a poorly concealed, deep-fake, seduction attempt. I don’t know! You know I’m fucking useless at actually flirting with guys unless I’m off my fucking rocker, high out of my mind,” Eddie lamented, finally standing up and beginning to pace. Chrissy’s shoes squeaked on the floor as she served and started to play a single game of squash by herself. She was listening, Eddie knew she was, this was sort of par for the course with them. He was on Chrissy’s time, and he wasn’t going to complain about being stuck inside a squash court with his best friend, even if it smelt like an old sock. 

Alright, maybe he would complain a little bit.

“But we’re not—” Chrissy puffed, exerting herself as she kept up the conversation, “—going to get high—right?”

“No, I’m not going to get high,” Eddie groaned, feeling his fingers twitch against his leg. He had given drugs up—or at least he hoped he had—but that didn’t mean that it made existing without them easy. “I don’t want to depend on drugs to flirt, I just—I wish I was starting out with a smaller-fry, you know? First big thing out of rehab, and I’m smacked in the face with Steve Harrington? Why didn’t you tell me about him earlier? He’s just—-ugh! Chrissy!” Eddie whined, his stature devolving as he crumpled to his knees on the squishy floor. 

“Not my fault—you refused every invite—to baseball before—now,” Chrissy retorted, the bang of the ball against the wall making it a bit difficult to hear her. “You didn’t tell me my fucking Achilles heel of men existed in cotton spandex pants, and a baseball cap,” Eddie complained, crawling back over to the bench to pull himself up onto it. “He looks so fucking good, Chrissy. God… it’s like the gods sculpted his ass and put it inside white sheets woven from the strings of fate itself.” Chrissy missed the swing and puffed, putting her hands on her hips as she caught her breath. “You’re really….” she sighed, finally looking over at Eddie and smiling at him, “... into this guy, Eddie. You going to write poetry for all the boys you get a crush on? It’s pretty cute, actually.” “Don’t call me cute,” Eddie huffed, rolling his face toward the bench to hide from Chrissy. “I just… don’t want to fuck this up, Cece…”

Eddie heard the door to the squash court open and the muted sound of Chrissy’s shoes against the mats. It didn’t take long for her to get to the bench and sit down with him, her fingers instantly in his hair. It was soothing, and Eddie only resisted for a moment before he inched forward and put his head in her lap. 

“You won’t mess it up…” Chrissy repeated, tailoring her reply so she wasn’t swearing as well. Chrissy was sweet, and Eddie was no stranger to this sort of kindness from her. They had dated, once upon a time, and Eddie could confidently say that Chrissy was the only person he had been with that he had really loved. He still loved her, even though they weren’t together, and he didn’t think he could ever not love Chrissy Cunningham, but the attraction they had once shared was void now. They just weren’t meant to be romantic, but Eddie knew that losing that intimacy with Chrissy had destroyed his heart. Still, he was more than grateful to have her as a friend. No one knew him better than Chrissy, and he didn’t hold out hope for them to get back together. It had been the drugs that had broken them up, but it had been Chrissy’s confession that she was more attracted to women that had kept them apart. 

He didn’t begrudge her, but Eddie had never been able to shake the feeling that he had been the one to fuck everything up for them. That it was his shortcomings that had poked holes into an already sinking ship. He was great at that kind of stuff— an expert at ruining a good thing. 

“I don’t know… if I’m ready,” Eddie confessed, his necklaces clinking together as he rested his head on Chrissy’s thighs. 

“Ready for what?” Chrissy asked, her voice gentle as she continued to pet his hair away. “A relationship…” Eddie sighed. He had been single for years now and had only really pursued flings or one-night stands. Even then, he had gotten out of rehab a few months ago and he hadn’t even tried to hook up with anyone since getting out. It was too intimidating to flirt when he didn’t have drugs to rely on, and now he was being blindsided by the prospect that he didn’t just want to sleep with Steve. 

“You really like this guy, huh?” Chrissy smiled, her tone so caring it made Eddie’s heart ache. 

He hid again, rolling his face into the crisp white of Chrissy’s uniform. She looked tooth-achingly sweet in it, and Eddie only let himself feel a little bad for getting eyeliner on her skirt. 

“Oh, Eddie…” Chrissy lamented, still petting his head. “You’re allowed to want things, sugar.”

Eddie let out a held breath, his fingers clenching at the soft fabric of Chrissy’s outfit. “But what… if I fuck it up?” He asked again, the fear edging into his voice as he let himself get vulnerable. “How would you mess it up?” Chrissy asked, sounding more like a mother than someone Eddie’s own age. “I don’t know,” Eddie whined, “open my mouth and speak? Show him the fact that I’m a giant fucking nerd with an ego the size of Australia and daddy issues that span the Atlantic Ocean?” 

“You’re being dramatic,” Chrissy sighed, her tone remaining gentle. “Even if that was true, if he doesn’t like or well… accept that kind of stuff about you, he’s not going to be a very good boyfriend.”

Eddie groaned softly, knowing that Chrissy was right, but hating the idea that they could just not work out, and he would have to let go of the idea of Steve Harrington. “What if… he’s just looking for something… short term?” Eddie questioned, feeling his heart and stomach clench in unison. “Well, then you get at least one great night of sex with playboy, Steve Harrington,” Chrissy replied matter-of-factly.

“Chrissy!” Eddie gasped, lifting his head to look at her. He was only mildly scandalized that she would say something forward like that, but he amped up his reaction to get a smile out of her. 

“Lots of ladies are frothing at the mouth to get a date with him, you know,” she continued, grinning. “And you’ve gotten, what? Four dates in the last week?” Eddie breathed a laugh and put his head back down, smiling at her reassurances. She was right. They had been flirting pretty relentlessly, and Eddie was certain Steve was interested in him. So, for flirting to extend over the course of a week… that had to mean Steve wanted more than just a fling, right? 

“You really think I have a shot with him?” Eddie asked, his voice quiet as he turned the idea of just kissing Steve over in his mind. 

“I really think you do,” Chrissy concluded, tugging Eddie’s earlobe until he hissed and sat up. “You’re a catch, Eddie.” He smiled bashfully at her and looked away, rubbing his ear. “Really,” Chrissy offered, patting his thigh. “If you’re just you, really you, without any of the fame or drugs or anything like that… he has to fall for you. If he already likes you enough to ask you out, I have no doubt that he’ll like the real you, Eddie.” 

Eddie frowned, still unable to look at Chrissy as she placated him with compliments. The worst part of it was that he knew she meant it. They weren’t in love, but he loved her. “You’re succeeding in helping my ego take over New Zealand, too,” Eddie teased, sniffing as he tried to hide how touched he was by Chrissy’s comment. She gave his thigh a good pat and then stood up, tucking the frills of her skort behind her as she walked back toward the squash court. 

“Who knows, Eddie,” Chrissy chimed, “maybe this is the makings of real love.” She flashed him a little smile and then slipped back into the court, picking her racket up and starting to warm the ball again. 

Eddie blinked at her, and then slowly felt his cheeks flush as he took those words in. Real love, huh? He really liked the idea of falling in love with Steve. 

Chapter 3