#definitely one of my favorite fics

[darushi-chan]

IT IS MERMAY. Awesome @avonneslovelies has an amazing Lucemond MermaidAU called We will met on the horizon and she answered this ask about it. It basically gives us more details about the merpeople in her AU and also gave me this super cute mental image of loner squishy kid Aemond and his tiny murder octopus.  So, I had a mission, to try my best to interpret her vision of MerAemond and draw it with his tiny super cute blue-ringed octopus 🥹 I personally liked the idea of KidAemond having his little moments with his octopus friend before the eye accident, so both eyes here, and some happiness for the kiddo.  Maybe he’s a little bit cute and squishy here, let’s imagine it as the calm before the storm, the accident will definitely make him train more and be less cute and squishy :(, juveniles/children in a lot of species are always simple/ugly/or cute before they reach adulthood and need to be the baddest bitches too, lol. 

[bugsinthebayou]

JUST FINISHED READING AUREM !!! my GOD was that good. amazing fic. had everything i could've asked for in a fic. and it was LONG too! and complete!! so wonderful <3

[ataraxixx]

Happy fathers day or something

[pencilofawesomeness]

from chapter 10 of Famous Last Words in May Death Never Stop You by the amazing @slexenskee

I've wanted to draw this scene ever since I read it lmao. Fun fact I was eating lunch at the time and I was laughing so hard I had to leave the room since someone was watching tv. Good times, good times.

[itsdefinitely]

do girl jeri and boy jerry exist explicitly to torment me

[leopardmask-ao3]

Day 21 - Bdubs

Drabble for @hermitadaymay!

Bdubs is human. But something’s different about him. 

He is human. It's just that sometimes leaves fall from his mouth when he talks or coughs. He's human, but when a twig is helpfully pulled from his hair he'll likely say “ow”.

He's human, but his cloak blooms when he's happy. He's human, but he tires quickly when the sun isn't shining. He’s human, but he knows trees so well it's as if they speak.

He is human, but vine-like ripples shift under his skin.

Bdubs is human. But the Jungle has deep roots that may never quite be dug free.

[bbb-bbbbbbb]

touched up some daisy, daisy fanart i made at least a year ago but never got to post

[akai-akai]

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Thinking about soapghost working out together between missions to keep each other from slacking off, them doing stretches beforehand at the barracks gym late at night, and that's when they both realize that Simon is extremely flexible while Johnny.... is not.

Like they're doing leg stretches sitting across from each other on a training mat and Simon's nearly doing a horizontal split, hands wrapped over the bottoms of his socked feet, while Johnny's legs barely form a 45° angle and his hands rest on his shins, unable to even reach his ankles.

"spread wider than tha'."

"I cannae go any further."

"whaddaya mean you can't?"

"my legs won't move that far!"

...Cue Simon scooting closer and planting his feet on Johnny's ankles and beginning to push his legs apart while Johnny hollers and curses Scottishly at him. (Simon notes with amusement that he doesn't try to escape.)

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[un-pearable]

espio’s poetry compilation

you can’t say he’s not…. creative…….

[eiraeths]

hmmm i want to write soap medically discharged and having to learn how to be a civilian again

[carmillas-girlfriend]

[Source for this wonderful picture of our favorite fisherman here.]

Calling in two experts for this one: @thefandomeffect-noah and whoever is behind @ask-uncle-fang

And also me, I'll share my expert Fang opinion in the tags as well.

[ruvviks]

Vitali kept cutting and cutting and cutting, tears dripping down onto his tank top and into the sink. He accidentally scraped one of the scissor blades past his finger- and his tears rapidly mixed with a few drops of deep red blood. He loved his hair. He had always done so- but his mother too. She had been obsessed with it, and when he had decided to bleach it she had been livid. But for some reason she had still allowed him to do it as many times as he wanted, as if she believed it would at least stop him from cutting it short, even after he had come out as transgender. And it had worked, somehow. He had never even dared to think about picking up a pair of scissors. Vitali let a single scream leave his lips as he threw the scissors down into the sink, gripping the edge tightly again as he nearly lost his balance. He was out of breath; shaky, shallow inhales providing him with just enough oxygen to not pass out, and he slowly looked back up at his reflection. And in that split second of realization, he regretted it. All of it. A sudden clarity washed over him and his sobs faltered, deafening silence washing over the bathroom as he carefully brushed his now neck-length hair out of his face. It was uneven; some strands barely even reached his chin. He looked different, now. Could barely recognize himself. — From Chapter 12: The Mother; read the full fic here

taglist (opt in/out)

@shellibisshe, @florbelles, @ncytiri, @hibernationsuit, @stars-of-the-heart;

@lestatlioncunt, @katsigian, @radioactiveshitstorm, @estevnys, @adelaidedrubman;

@celticwoman, @rindemption, @carlosoliveiraa, @noirapocalypto, @dickytwister;

@killerspinal, @euryalex, @ri-a-rose, @velocitic, @thedeadthree;

@jacobseed

[bunnieswithknives]

sorry if idk this but what do you think about Wordgirl now in 2024 do you still like it do you still want to make art or talk about it or are you just done with all of it forever and plus i seen that you haven't made art of it since 2022 so you just done with all of it oh yeah and what about The Magnus Archives + Wordgirl ao3 fic too like is that just going to be and i know that your working on 2 au's now just wanting to know that's all

My interests tend to come in intense bursts and then fade. Unless something like, big happens like it gets a reboot its unlikely I'll be coming back to it anytime soon. As for the fic I don't have any current plans to finish it unfortunately.

[froggychair05]

So I recently finished reading @enden-agolor’s Recovery fic and I physically needed to draw something for it

So here’s a scene from Chapter 11! The second one is closer to the picture I had in my head. They’re just so 🥺

[marimbles]

at the risk of sounding like really entitled….

does anyone else have a fic that is their most popular, but you don’t want it to be, because you don’t think it deserves it, and you have better stuff, and while ofc you are grateful that people like something you wrote, it’s almost annoying that for some reason That one is the most popular. lmao

[meatballlady]

Hands down one of my favorite fics in the fandom. This is an excerpt from a Crowley POV section where he realizes he's falling for Aziraphale:

[Aziraphale] squeezed [Anathema] enviably close and kissed her cheek softly and whispered some wise encouragement, all the while smiling that brilliant, honest, comforting, fear-banishing, heart-stopping smile --

Hang on, thought Crowley.

Uh-oh.

Um.

Anathema left. Aziraphale folded his hands and watched her go, chuckling musically no seriously, musically to himself. His blue-grey eyes sparkled but like, for real, genuinely fucking sparkled with amusement. His unruly platinum curls were illuminated like goddamned stained glass what the HELL is going ON with me by the midday sun streaming down through the upper windows.

“Shit,” said Crowley.

“Indeed,” Aziraphale concurred, though not with Crowley’s actual thought. “Six weeks of travel and no book. I don't envy poor Newton.” He bent over to pack up the scattered contents of his messenger bag, which showed off his sturdy legs and the curve of his inviting --

Fuck. FUCK. Uh-oh. Um. Shit shit shit SHIT

“I expect she'll make it through the day, though. And it’s probably a very good sign that her husband-to-be knows how to bring her round.” Aziraphale sat down again with a small contented sigh. “Well. We have a few more minutes to ourselves. What do you say, my dear, shall I finish you off?”

“What?” Crowley squawked in falsetto.

Aziraphale held up the little bottle of red nail polish with a grin and an exaggerated wink. It was embarrassing. It was pathetic. It was the worst.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fucking fuck,” Crowley exhaled all at once.

“Are you all right, Crowley?”

“I -- nnfgh -- unnnnhh, yyyeah.” No. Definitely no. NO. “Of course. Obviously.”

Fic here: