#low tide fanart

[ssomepersonn]

On the road again 🎶

Fanart for the first chapter of my lovely bud arsons fic Low Tide

(unshaded and no bg versions under the cut)

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[chemdoodles]

Mermay: Low Tide in Twilight

[wigglebox]

Night swim 🌌

[magmaticparatdise]

Lay your pain (and your name!) in the river

[tayfline]

character by : dmwk00

[dexiscrankinrankin]

Ok so, you know how in A Miser Brothers Christmas (aka that one unofficial sequel special that aired on ABC Family once and never showed up again) they introduced a bunch of other nature siblings in that one scene?

Well, I thought to myself “hmm what if I “demake” their character designs to make it look like that they were designed by the Rankin/Bass crew.”

So, I did just that!

These were pretty fun to make, so let me introduce them to you all

Starting off with the ones you already know, Mother Nature, Snow Miser, and Heat Miser. 🌿❄️🔥

Then there are The Wind Siblings North Wind, East Wind, South Wind, and West Wind. 🌪️🍂☀️🌸

And then there’s the duo Lighting and Thunder. ⚡️🌧️

This hunky guy named Earthquake. 🌎

And finally there’s The Tide twins aka High Tide and Low Tide. 🌊

I’m pretty pleased with all of them! The irony is that I like these supposed “demake” designs over their looks in AMBC (especially North Wind like, holy shit.)

But yeah, hope y’all like them as much as I do.

Oh, and there’s a reference for all of their minions as well tehe

[missyblogs]

Tfw your ice time turns into a public session because Mother said you had to share

[moonwatcherrrr]

✍️ I drew Kim Euihyun hehe ✍️

[surprisingmarch]

My Shame, Part 4

(My shame is a collection of simp drawings of the Tides.)

The Tides

[moeatsushi]

not gonna lie the fact my art is hoarding a few of the ososan tags is a little embarrassing

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[calmchapsart]

Leviathantale Mermay - Low Tide

Fanart from @emeraldtrainer1 fic

[reyesstrand]

fanfic friday

thank you for the tag @alrightbuckaroo @strandnreyes @orchidscript @fitzherbertssmolder <333

rules: share a fic (or fanart or gif) that you’re proud of! moodboard optional!

to which there is no reply

Everything about TK makes him forget. But then it all comes back to him slowly, not unlike a spark to kindling, leaving Carlos swallowing down his grief like the fire it is—trying to consume it all by himself so he’s the only one who feels the burn.

He glances out the half-open window, and sees the white dots of birds drifting on the low tide, and he wonders how he’s supposed to leave it all. The salty air, the pleasant sun, the way TK walks without a line of tension in his shoulders. He knows they’ve transcended all different sorts of honeymoon phases since they gave their relationship a real go a few years ago; he knows that they’ll still be them once Owen picks them up from Austin-Bergstrom and they go home to the loft and work and responsibilities and Lou II. But he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to go back to a life without his father.

what began as a few scenes i visualized and frantically wrote in my notes app after the episode turned into 7.3k words of carlos grappling with grief and how it can co-exist with love all on his and tk’s honeymoon, and i’m still so happy with it. to me, “heavy” by mary oliver (poem above) captures carlos’ headspace perfectly.

no pressure tagging @birdclowns @paperstorm @inflarescent @carlos-in-glasses @theghostofashton @heartstringsduet @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @chaotictarlos @thebumblecee @mooshkat @safeashousespdf @redshirt2 @reasonandfaithinharmony @beautifulhigh @liminalmemories21 @tailoredshirt @freneticfloetry @never-blooms and open tagging anyone who’d like to share!! <3

[gamblersdoll]

Now, your dreams come to life.

Summary: Miguel was obsessed with you as a character and wanted you real, but what happens when you do one night?

Content warning: 18+, This is a spiderless AU, but you're a vampire. Praise, slightly submissive Miguel, oral (receiving) unprotected sex, Smut.

Just when he was getting off work. Damn.

His phone pinged, a new notification from his Twitter. Only meaning one thing.

A new fanart of you came up.

His heart clenched, and his pants were tight already on the drive home. He couldn't wait to see it.

Until he did, and his body became increasingly hot.

Your hair reached your hips, your plush lips coated with gloss, with a black tint. And with deep red eyes, watching him closely as he walked into his room, undressing.

"Ay por dios.." he mustered, rolling his neck and groaning.

"Why can't you be fucking real?" He whined, unbuckling his belt and his pants. He bit the back of his hand, not caring enough about pain.

He just wanted to cum to you.

His hand found its way to his cock, hissing a low breath as he pumped it slow, pre dripping from the tip and he fastened his pace.

"Oh.. fuck." He groaned, his cock ferociously fucking into his fist. He was so close already.

She watched from a distance, her fangs peaking through her lips, and she grew hungry. She licked her lips wet as she watched him clean up after his orgasm. Her heightened hearing caught up, though.

"I wish you were fucking real, cariño, my pretty vampire."

She chuckled.

The morning rolled in like a tide wave, Miguel blinking the sleep out of his eyes. He was scheduled to come in later that day so he could have time to himself. He finally checked his phone.

His heart sank. His Twitter went crazy.

"Adored and beloved vampire spotted, delusional, or reality?" The headline read.

He scoffed, reading the four hundred comments and replies under the post. He scoffed, growing agitated.

YNSLUVRGRLL: I kinda believe it? They said that saw a reflection..

YNSBLOODBAGG:replied to YNSLUVRGRLL: she's a vampire, idiot, vampires don't have a reflection :/.

Miguel wasn't impressed.

He wanted her to be real, but he knew it was just a fantasy of his of her. Vampires didn't exist, so she didn't. Or so he thought..

He finally came into work, getting several reports and bossing around, since he was. He finally had a look through his window.

If his heart could drop to his ass, it did.

He saw her, leaning against the railing and in a black hoodie and sweats. She stared through the window to his eyes. She licked her fangs, She was going to feed soon. It was all short-lived. She jumped over the railing, walking the streets of Nueva New York and into the busy streets.

He had to see for himself later.

But once he got home, he never knew his life would change. He walked in, smelling someone unfamiliar. He took off his shoes, padding around the apartment and to his room.

She smelled him, good.

She watched him walk around his room, undressing, until she spoke.

"Do you always go straight to sleep without checking your house?"

He jumped, spinning around, and his eyes met hers. His heart stopped, and he shook.

"You.. You're real?" He asked, dumbfounded. His heart raced, feeling his skin crawl. And his pants threatened to tighten. He walked to her, putting his hands on her shoulders. He stood tall at 6"9, and she stood at a whopping 5'2.

"Isn't this a surprise." She said, examining him. She sometimes liked playing with her food. She put her hand on his cheek, licking her lips. "You're scared, but happy, aren't you, Miguel?" She learned his name from people calling him that, and she chuckled.

He wanted her to know how much he adored her, even if this was a dream, he wouldn't mind. He had to.

He pulled her in, pressing his lips against hers. She felt cold but smooth. His fingers found a way through her hair, feeling her fangs graze his tongue and lips. His hands wandered, feeling the fullness of her breasts that he oh so wanted to feel for a long time. He groaned into the kiss, breathing heavily through his nose.

She kissed him, breaking it and kissing his jaw, then his neck. "You don't waste no time, do you?" She teased, biting into his neck and feeling the blood pool into her mouth, and she moaned in delight. Her hands wandered too, feeling his chiseled chest, his strong thighs, and then his hardened cock.

He threw his head back, groaning at the contact, and his voice died out into a whine. "Ay coño.. what the hell?" He whined out, feeling her teeth sink into his neck and her tongue licking. "You're so good.. You're so beautiful."

She pulled out of his throat, licking her lips, until she looked down to see his hands on the hem of her pants. He wouldn't beg, but he would take if he needed to. She nodded her head.

"Go on."

His heart raced, he was getting feral, and he ripped her bottoms off, revealing her underwear - he ripped those off, too. He pressed her against the wall, putting her legs on his shoulders as he licked a stripe on her clit.

She moaned, her fingers entangled in his dark brown locks of hair, and she groaned at the intrusion. His tongue poked through her glistening folds, and she started to moan.

"You taste so fucking good.." he said while muffled, her thighs squishing his head and he lightly sucked on her clit, pulling her closer to him. He shoved to fingers into her leaky cunt, pumping her full with them. His cock stirred in his pants, leaking pre and forming a wet stain on his trousers. "Such a pretty thing.." He whispered, curling his fingers on that gummy spot her own couldn't reach. She felt her eyes cross.

She felt her orgasm rip through her, tugging gently at his hair and choking on her own moans. He let her down gently, standing them both up to kiss her. He picked her up, bringing her thighs to his hips as he held them. She worked her fingers on his pants, his pants dropping and his cock sprung free, leaking pre and pressing against her clit.

"Need to fuck you.. oh fuck!" He growled, feeling her pump his cock with her fist, his hips snapped against her. "Can I? Please, pretty one."

"Yes, go ahead." She nodded, blood dried on her chin and the top of her breasts. He pushed his cock into her walls, warmth clouding both of their minds, minus skin. He waited for her to adjust to his size until he pulled his hips back and slammed against hers.

She gasped, feeling his tip slam against her core, knocking the wind out of her. She felt everything, him. She moaned, drool pooling to the side of her mouth, until his hand clasped over it.

"Shh.. you'll get me a noise complaint the way you screaming 'fer me." He cooed, his hips snapping to hers at a brutal pace. She put a hand on the wall, attempting to steady herself. She felt him shake, alarming her that his own climax was reaching.

"Oh! fuckfuckfuckohmygod!" He whimpered, his thighs quivering as he reached his tipping point.

She'd do it again, she clenched on him, watching him crumble as his orgasm rip through him.

"Fuck!" He growled out, resting his head on her shoulder. His breathing slowed, his grip on her thighs loosened. He thought it was all done, until it wasn't.

She retracted her fangs again, sinking her teeth into his neck, and Miguel's eyes widened while he grit his teeth. He growled softly. "Forgot you needed to feed." He growled out, that turned into a chuckle.

She pulled away, satisfied with her fill, and chuckled.

"So.. You're not gonna just disappear after all this and become fictional again.. right?" He asked, fear in his veins as she looked up at him.

"Don't think so.." she whispered out, licking her fangs and kissing his cheek. "I'll be here." She said, licking the trail of blood trickling slightly from the punctures on his throat.

"Good."

This work was inspired by @therobloxpro36 on tiktok, and ill be making a part 2 maybe.. I know it's not the best but it's my first work.

[inu-yasha]

ive talked to some inukikers who stay in the shadows and they just think its pointless bc it's a constant war between the ships and of course inukag is much bigger, and they feel like its tiring and not worth it to go against the tide. especially now that rumiko decided to invent an afterthought daughter for inukag. some inukikers worked hard on fanfic only to get very few reviews and even a lot of negative ones from inukags. same with fanart. imagine working hard and getting few likes and hate

I'm in another fandom where it's like gintsu, a small group of friends, their fanarts/fanfics get a lot of hate, but they still do it because they love this ship and so do I. I love reading their stories, they are wonderful and fanarts. There are few of them, but we exist. InuKiks, if they continue to be in the shadow of the fandom, they will never be satisfied with their work. My stories that I wrote also met with low notes here, so what? I write because I love them, and also because I don't feel like writing at the moment, inuyasha,, well, it happens, writer's block. It's about pleasure. inukik fans will appreciate it and I'm 100% sure. When I came across inukik headcanon, my heart swelled with happiness, it was wonderful. Hate. That fandom also meets it, one of the girls and my friend have a lot of hate, but they MOVE on and make content. But apparently inukik fans would rather be defeated by a large fanbase than do whatever they want for their own ship, and if inukag send messages like this, can't they really shut them down? After all, they do it on purpose by using gasglit. This fandom will never EVER be more active because of behave like this. Inukik fans are simply gaslight by inukags. This isn't about war. There's no need to lead it, ignore these fucking son of bitches and and do your thing, and if one comes, you just need to extinguish it with arguments!!

This method was also used on me and I had to go through a lot of things, but I managed to be here with you and support you. I am very disappointed with the approach of inukik, with such an approach things never change. Oh well. It's sad.