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petite-madame · 1 year

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Fan Fictions inspired by my art

You’ll find below fan fictions inspired by some of my artworks. This list doesn’t include Big Bang, Reverse Bang or Fandom Trumps Hate collaborations. All the stories below were written kindly and spontaneously by the authors. ❤ Of course, this list is incomplete, it only includes the most recent fan fictions.

Don’t hesitate to contact me if you ever wrote something inspired by one of my artworks (the ones posted at Petite-Madame, not my side accounts)

List under the cut...

- BBC SHERLOCK

Johnlock (Sherlock Holmes/John Watson)

Morning of Epiphany by Innerspectrum (Sherlock Holmes/John Watson - General audiences - Birthday fluff - 221 words - Sherlock wakes up his normal grumpy self, expecting the usual boredom, until realizes otherwise... ) - ARTWORK

A spoonful of Johnlock by Asterisko (Sherlock Holmes/John Watson - General audiences - Cuddling & Snuggling, sleepy cuddles, fluff, sharing a bed - 440 words - John and Sherlock spooning in bed, from John's and Mrs. Hudson's POV.) - ARTWORK

A Thousand Words by Silvergirl (Sherlock Holmes/John Watson - Mature - The Empty Herse infill - Johnlock freeform - ~ 768 words - Standing there behind the just-closed door of the train, his palm flat against the glass and his face a study in naked sorrow and regret, was Sherlock.) - ARTWORK

Mystrade (Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade)

Cello by janto321 (FaceofMer) (Greg Lestrade/Mycroft Holmes - General audiences - Fluff, domestic fluff - 465 words - Greg comes home to hear Mycroft playing his cello.) - ARTWORK

You are the only one who sees me by Mimisempai (Greg Lestrade/Mycroft Holmes - General audiences - Fluff, established relationship - 1081 words - Greg comes home early from work and surprising Mycroft, he discovers something new about his lover...) - ARTWORK

The music of your heart soothes the wounds of mine by Mimisempai (Greg Lestrade/Mycroft Holmes - General audiences - Emotional Hurt/Comfort, established relationship, tenderness - 1036 words - Greg has only one hurry, being back home with Mycroft. Mycroft, has only one haste it is that his lover comes back to him.) - ARTWORK

Playing in the Dark by InnerSpectrum (Greg Lestrade/Mycroft Holmes - General audiences - Established relationship - Implied/Referenced Character Death - 360 words - Greg awakens to music in the dark house and is reminded Sherlock is not the musician in the family...) - ARTWORK

Misc

Compositions by afteriwake (Mycroft Holmes/Molly Hooper - General audiences - Pregnant Molly Hooper - Dead Sherlock Holmes - Developing Relationship - 654 words - Mycroft is composing a lullaby for Molly and Sherlock's son.) - ARTWORK

- MARVEL

Stucky (Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes)

The Life of Bucky Barnes by Stephrc79 (Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes - Mature - Fluff, angst, recovery Bucky, post CATWS, PTSD, etc...- 292 199 words - The ongoing story behind the pictures from the Instagram The Life of Bucky Barnes.This work is a series of ficlets that tells the story of each picture. As each chapter progresses, it will encompass one or two of the images, how they appear chronologically. These are inspired works for petite-madame with her blessing.) - ARTWORKS

Gold, Silver, and Virtue by Gfawkes (Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes - Explicit - Angst, mutual pining, smut, fluff, suicide attempt, alcoholism, getting back together, happy ending, etc... - 35 664 words - Bucky hesitated, his nerve faltering for a moment. When there was no reaction from the silver-haired man, he unzipped his jacket, wrestling with the dog tags, pulling them out. They clinked together and fell against the zipper; a siren’s calling meant for one man only."This bike belonged to Captain America. So either you’re a very shrewd collector of rare vintage superhero paraphernalia, or you’re hiding something.” In which the Captain doesn't return after the time jump into the past, but he does return to the Soldier.) - ARTWORK

- GOOD OMENS

Ineffable Husbands (Aziracrow - Aziraphale/Crowley)

Falling by sugarplumanderson (Aziraphale/Crowley - General Audience - Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Feels, Comfort/Angst - 2,345 words - An angel is Falling. Aziraphale and the heavenly host are witnesses. Aziraphale can't bear to watch the angel go through this on his own, so he intervenes.) - ARTWORK

#stucky #johnlock #mystrade #fan fictions #myart #ineffable husbands

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tortellini-tankini-art · 5 months

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1717. The Golden Age of Piracy. Wealthy UnderRealm Grifter William (Montague) Widemouth set out to find adventure and renown on the high seas. Things did not go as planned... Our Flag Means Pasta: An OFMD x Pastamonsters/Creepypasta Crossover AU

v Characters and Lore Below v

Or, check out everything I have stored on this AU in the Miro Board I've created for it! I update it with time as I create more artwork, characters, and add to the storyline, and even make episode timelines!

Characters in this AU:

The 'Retribution' Crew

Mr. Widemouth (William Montague Widemouth) as Stede Bonnet / Ben Drowned (Benjamin Lawman) as Lucius Spriggs / Jeff the Killer (Jeffrey Sepulveda-Ramirez) as Black Pete / Homicidal Liu (Liu Sepulveda-Ramirez) as Jim Jimenez / Eyeless Jack as Oluwande Boodhari / Ticci Toby (Tobias 'Toby' Eren Rogers) as Frenchie / Seedeater (Eedie) as Wee John / Kagekao as the Swede / Dr. Smiley as Roach / The Rake as Buttons

The 'Queen Lucia' Crew

Grinny (Oscar Delgado-Reyes)* as Edward Teach / Shadowlurker as Izzy Hands / Masky** as Fang / Hoodie* as Ivan

*Grinny is an OC of @oakmovies , however, for this AU, he is essentially a nearly different character, as his lore and background are vastly different.

**Masky and Hoodie in this AU are NOT the same people as their versions in Marble Hornets, and are instead entirely different people with different backstories.

Other Characters

Smile Dog (Smilin' Sam Dogham) as Calico Jack / Nurse Ann as Spanish Jackie / Splendorman as Nigel Badminton / Slenderman as Chauncey Badminton / Ms. (Priscilla) Pencilneck (another OC of @oakmovies) as Mary Allamby / Nina the Killer (Nina Rodriguez-Hopkins) as Archie / Jane the Killer as Mary Read (Jane Tod Richardson) / Clockwork (Natalie Ouellette) as Anne Bonney / Pinkamena (Bi Qi/碧琪) as Zheng Yi Sao

Character Backgrounds:

In this AU, and in this given time frame, the UnderRealm aristocracy is made up entirely of either monsters or spirits who were born and raised in the UnderRealm. Anyone who comes to the UnderRealm from the Surface world (killers, cursed, undead, etc.) is considered other, an outsider, and of lesser status, and this gap created upholds the aristocratic monster class. People who are born half-human are also considered lesser, and unless they were born to a monster of already aristocratic standing, they have very limited options in life in the UR.

UnderRealm: Widemouth, Ben (see also Spirit), Seedeater, The Rake, Shadowlurker, Slenderman, Splendorman

Spirits: Ben (Human from UK, died, then UR as corporeal spirit), Kagekao (Demon; Japan)

Half-Human:

Grinny (Mother - Mixed Taino/Spanish / Father - (Lower-class) Monster)

Smile (Father - UK / Mother - Cave Hound)

Ms. P (Father - UK / Mother - (Upper-class) Monster)

'Killer' Humans: Jeff, Liu, Toby, Dr. Smiley, Masky, Hoodie, Nina, Jane, Clockwork

Cursed/Possessed/Undead/Cannibal 'Humans': EJ (possessed/cursed/cannibal), Nurse Ann (Undead), Pinkamena (Cursed/Cannibal)

Lore (What's Different from PM/OFMD?)

Grinny/Oscar - The child of a feline-monster from the UnderRealm, and a half Taino woman from Puerto Rico. His mother was dragged to the UnderRealm by his father when she was a young lady, and lived in an abusive situation with him, until Oscar kills his father when he's 12. He runs away from home after this, and joins the crew of Captain Doyle (Hornigold for this AU - I have yet to draw another version of him for this AU, so here's @oakmovies rendition of him on IG). There, he meets Sam and Shadowlurker, and after they mutiny Doyle, he goes on to make a reputation for himself as the feared monster pirate Captain Grinny.

Jeff and Liu - Since Black Pete and Jim Jimenez in OFMD are not at all blood siblings the way Jeff and Liu are, but I was already set on them being these characters, I've created this backstory for them:

Jeff and Liu grow up with their family on a blood orange farm in St. Augustine, when one Christmas night, a gang known as the Siete Búhos attacks and kills their entire family. Instead of killing the siblings as well, they mutilate them, and set Jeff, and the rest of the farm, on fire.The two siblings manage to run away from the burning farm, and are taken in by a Satanic Nun.

The Nun raises them to master the art of killing, but only for the purpose of revenge. Jeff, however, has a different idea, and uses his new skills to rob and kill people for money. The nun acts to kick Jeff out of the convent, but Liu refuses to be separated from their brother, and leaves with him. Eventually, they meet Eyeless Jack, who gets them a job with Spanish Ann.

However, they find out that one of her husbands is the leader of the Siete Búhos, so one night, they get him drunk enough to restrain, torture, and kill him. After Ann finds out about this, she puts a price on Liu's head, and Jack has to escape with the two siblings, where they then join Widemouth's crew among The Retribution.

#OC: Our Flag Means Pasta #our flag means death #pastamonsters #creepypasta #crossover #au #crossover au #character design #character lineup #character lore #oc lore #friends ocs

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gucciwins · 2 years

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where were you?

Word count: 2069

A/N: this is for the lovely anon who requested angst dad harry and well I hope I delivered. please let me know if you liked this!!!! :) I love you

Warnings: angst

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Inez had been sitting on the steps outside her school long enough that there were no more cars passing by, and Mr. Hemmings was the last teacher waiting outside as she was his final student.

"Inez, your mother, is never late," Mr. Hemmings stated, clearly worried.

She shakes her head, "my dad is supposed to come."

"Well, do you want to wait inside and finish your homework, or you can use the paints I never let you lot use," he offers, clearly seeing she needs a cheer me up.

"That's fine."

Inez follows Mr. Hemmings back to his classroom. She sits at her desk while Mr. Hemmings brings her material and different colors for her to use. He goes back over to his desk, deciding to leave her be while he gets work done. They sit in silence for a few minutes until Mr. Hemmings begins to play music, Inez pauses, perking up, trying to see if she recognizes the song, but she doesn't.

"Who sings this, Mr. Hemmings?"

"Kenny Rogers,"

"Hmm…"

"Did you finally not recognize a song, Inez?"

She nods her head, "you got me."

"You might know islands in the stream," Mr. Hemmings says as he switches the song.

"That's Dolly!" She jumps up, recognizing the voice. "Isn't this a Bee Gees song?"

"Nothing gets past you, huh?"

For the next half hour, while they wait for Harry to show up, the two browse some of Mr. Hemming's favorite songs that are age-appropriate for an eight-year-old. When the clock strikes four, Mr. Hemmings knows it's time to make another call. The office made one when he took her back to the classroom, and then nothing.

"Give me a sec. Got to call the office."

Inez deflates knowing her dad did forget about her, but she can't stay here. She hopes they call her mum.

"Hi Lorraine, can you try calling Inez Styles' parents again, please?" Mr. Hemmings lowers his voice, "no answer."

Inez tugs his sleeve to get his attention. His kind blue eyes look at her in concern, "tell her to call my mum. She always answers."

"Lorraine, try Mrs. Styles. Yes, she gave notice that her husband was picking Inez up today. That's why you haven't called her, I believe. Good day, Lorraine."

It's not even fifteen minutes when Inez hears a click of boots rushing down the hallway and in walks a woman dressed in a two-piece blue suit, black boots completing the look. She looks important yet out of place with all the hand-painted artwork around her.

"Hi, lovebug," she greets out of breath.

"Mummy," Inez jumps up from the chair and rushes over into her mother's arms.

"I'm sorry," Y/N whispers against her daughter's head. "Let's get you home."

Inez rushes over to put the paints away and grabs her backpack, only offering her teacher a wave.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Hemmings. I hate that we made you stay late."

Mr. Hemmings brushes her off, clearly seeing how sorry she is to him and her daughter. "Don't worry, she's a great kid."

Y/N walks out holding Inez's hand as she tells her all about how she spent time with her teacher learning new music she'd never heard. As they get in the car, Y/N helps Inez even though she knows her little girl is old enough to do it on her own.

"I'm sorry your dad didn't make it. He got stuck at work." Y/N tells her daughter, although she knows it won't make up for anything.

"Thank you, mummy."

"How about we pick up your sister and get some ice cream?"

"From Vinny's?"

"Well, of course," Y/N bops her daughter's nose as she gets a loud yes. Y/N lives for her daughter's happiness and hates that she failed today. "Let's go. Ellie awaits."

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Y/N's heart dropped when she saw a call from the school, thinking the worst had happened and her daughter was hurt. She quickly excused herself from the meeting she was hosting.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Styles, correct."

"This is her." Y/N answers quickly, hoping she'd get an answer sooner.

"Your daughter Inez has not been picked up today. Is someone on the way, or are you able to make it here soon?"

Y/N bit back at her anger at Harry for failing to pick up their daughter like he promised. He knew she had an important meeting she was leading today, and he failed her and Inez.

"I'm on my way."

"See you soon, Mrs. Styles. Make sure to check in at the office first."

She hung up the phone and brushed away her tears of frustration. She had to leave the meeting but knew Kai would take over as her second in command, knowing everything just as well as Y/N. After excusing herself once more from her staff more than understanding that her children came first, it's something she encouraged everyone to do at her company, and everyone had.

After arriving at Inez's school and checking in at the office, she rushed to her daughter's classroom, hating that her daughter was here after hours and not at home eating the snack, she had left for Harry to give her.

She found her daughter in low spirits, not for lack of trying from her teacher. She was angry at Harry even more for disappointing their daughter when he promised to pick her up. Harry always told her growing up that he'd never break his promises to her, and here they are years later with no promise being upheld.

The girls got ice cream after picking up Ellie from daycare. She went once a week to help her meet kids her age and practice reading more. At three years old, Ellie was bright and took after her older sister, wanting to do everything she did even if she wasn't tall or old enough. It did not stop her, and Inez always encouraged her as well.

Ellie was now in her room playing with her dinosaurs, and Inez decided to finish the last bit of her math homework in the kitchen to keep Y/N company. The mother-daughter sat in silence, but it was comfortable and something they both appreciated after a bad day.

"Does dad still love you?" Inez asked Y/N as she closed her notebook and put it back in her lilac backpack full of patches from different cities she's visited with her parents.

"Inez, what do you mean? How can you ask that? Of course, he does."

"He doesn't show it. At least not like he used to," she mutters.

"How do you mean?"

"Growing up, I thought there was no better love story than yours and dad. There would always be new flowers displayed around the house, notes I'd find meant for you. Home cooked meals where he'd cook, and you did all the tasting." Inez shares lots in the memories, and Y/N realizes that those moments are now rare and few. If someone is doing any acts of service, it's Y/N now by sending him "I love you" texts and cooking dinner for when he comes home.

Small acts here and there that Y/N knows she was thinking of him. While she hasn't seen any for the longest time. The flowers displayed around their home are because she picks them up at the store. Harry always seems to be the first out the bed but no longer makes breakfast for them all, let alone get the coffee going. Y/N hates that their daughter noticed this.

"Go get your sister, dinner's ready." Y/N kisses her daughter's forehead.

"I didn't mean to upset you, Mum," Inez whispers.

Y/N smiles at her daughter, "not upset. Got lots to speak with your father. He owes you an apology."

Inez doesn't say anything more, only wraps her arms around Y/N for a few seconds before racing up the steps.

She doesn't know how much longer Harry will be, but the longer he takes to get home, the longer she lets her anger brew.

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Ellie had gone down easy tonight, stating that she had such an exciting day that all her energy was spent. While Inez was no longer sad, Y/N could tell she became mad at her father. He did not come home today when he promised to spend the afternoon with her.

Inez stayed silent as Y/N read to her, something she asked for tonight when she prefers Y/N to tell a story.

"I'm sorry you had a bad day, love bug."

Inez shakes her head, cuddling close, laying her head on Y/N's stomach. "You make everything better."

"I'll always try to do right by you. I love you."

"Love you too, Mummy. So much." Inez told you to place a kiss on Y/N's stomach as she closed her eyes, ready for sleep to take her.

Not long after, Y/N went down and headed to the porch leaving the kitchen light on with the hope that Harry would see it and follow it out.

The night was cold and precisely what she needed because she didn't want the anger to get the better of her when they finally talked. Y/N isn't sure how much time went by while she waited for her husband, but she knew all the waiting she had done had numbed her.

"You're still up, love?"

Y/N doesn't turn around as she hears him shut the patio door.

"Mhm."

"Girls in bed?"

"Yes, you know their bedtime," Y/N answers softly.

"Are you okay? Why won't you look at me?" Harry asks, voice full of concern as he sits beside Y/N, their thighs touching.

Y/N turns her head slowly, letting him look at her tired face. "You alright, love? Bad day?"

She ignores his concern, "where were you?"

"Working you know that."

"Was there something you had to do today, Harry?"

Harry stares at her for a second confused but decides to answer. "No, I was in the studio with the boys. Mitch even brought the little one," his voice trails off. "Shit."

Y/N grimaces, knowing it finally clicked.

"I didn't pick up Inez," his voice was full of disappointment.

She doesn't believe him. She can't believe she has been so blind to how he's been treating them to how he's been treating her.

"She waited for over an hour. Inez was so excited to spend the day with you."

"I know, I know, but it slipped my mind." Harry grabs her hand and brings it to his lips, leaving a chaste kiss, "I'll make it up to her. I promise."

That word is what makes Y/N tear her hand away and stand up.

"No more promises if all you're going to do is break them. I can't handle you breaking our daughter's hearts." Y/N feels her throat close up.

Harry tries to hide his emotions, but she can see he's hurting. He hates every bit of this conversation. Well, she can hurt him further. He needs to hear the truth.

"Inez asked if you still loved me?" Repeating those words makes her feel sick. She hates that their daughter thinks that.

"What have you been telling her?" Harry demands, those words breaking his cold demeanor.

Y/N scoffs. Not surprised he's trying to put the blame on her. "Not a thing. It's the fact she picks up on everything you don't do anymore. The fact that we have to plane when we want to see you. She misses her dad just like I miss my husband."

"Y/N," he's breaking, and she can't be the one to lift him up.

Not now. Not when she knows he's the root of the problem.

"You wanted this life with me," Y/N gestures to all around them, trying her best to keep her tears at bay. "When did we no longer become enough?"

"You still are." He cries, "you always will be."

She shakes her head, "figure it out, Harry because if you don't, you're going to lose us all."

Y/N walks back into the house, leaving Harry crying in the backyard as he's left to wonder where it all went wrong.

When did he begin to lose sight of those most important to him, and what would he do to regain their trust?

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foodfightnovelization · 2 months

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Why Don't You Foodfight...Like Some Other Men Do?

Hey everyone, I just wanted to update this blog real quick to share some art I drew! I rewatched Who Framed Roger Rabbit a while ago, and was shocked by just how many similarities it has to Foodfight!. Despite many people claiming it to be a Toy Story knock-off, I honestly think Foodfight! borrowed far more from Roger Rabbit than anything else. Christopher Lloyd even plays a villain in both movies, and they both share the twist his character is actually somebody else disguised as a human. AND early versions of Foodfight! featured Dex as a human detective in a trenchcoat and hat, just like Eddie Valiant! Although that early version of Dex was clearly paying tribute to Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca- the design looking like a stylized caricature of him, on top of all the Casablanca references throughout the film, I suspect one of the reasons Dex was ultimately changed to a dog in Indiana Jones gear was to avoid the movie straying a little TOO close to what Roger Rabbit did.

Anyway, I just wanted to redraw the famous "Why Don't You Do Right..?" scene from the movie, with Dex and Lady X in place of Eddie Valiant and Jessica Rabbit. After all...Lady X isn't bad, she's just rendered that way. Well, she was a genocidal military dictator who tried to build an army of deadly robotic mosquitos for the sole purpose of destroying thousands of grocery store brand mascots in a misguided attempt at world domination, so actually I guess she was pretty terrible. There's not a whole lot you can do to come back from that... come to think of it actually, was Lady X killed at the end of Foodfight!? Odd question I know, but given the rest of the Brand X characters die at various points during the titular food fight, and Dex tells Dan to "wrap her up and take her to the Expiration Station with the rest of Brand X", was she mercilessly slaughtered offscreen while everyone else was celebrating? I guess there's no way to know and it was probably left vague because it's a children's movie, but I bet if you shot her in the back of the head with a price tag gun she'd go down like a sack of potatoes. Dan is an ice cold son of a bitch too, I bet he'd do it. Mr. Leonard would come into the store the next day and there'd be prunes and detergent all over the floor...

ANYWAY! I hope you enjoyed my artwork, and I'll be updating this blog some more soon, so stay tuned!

#foodfight #dex dogtective #daredevil dan #lady x #who framed roger rabbit #jessica rabbit #eddie valiant #fanart

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johnica-weeks · 1 year

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Welcome to the masterlist of the Johnica Week 2023! Here you can find, as always, all the entries to the event, including those who are not on AO3, with the links to all tumblr posts so you can reblog them 💕

As mentioned in another post, the AO3 collection and the event will STAY OPEN, and I will keep sharing your entries here, and will add them to the masterlist! Just let me know that you'd like your creation to be added to the collection and the event! You don't have to follow the prompts, just check out the rules as always and be respectful!

I wrote prompts for 4 days (+ some extras) but it doesn't mean the event is over, we can keep celebrating John and Veronica's anniversary for more days to come, for Valentine's day, for Veronica's birthday, etc... and your contributions are always highly appreciated, without rush! 🥰💕💕💕

Meanwhile, under here you'll find all the creations written, drawn and put together so far. The Queen fandom is getting more quiet so each engagement is super precious for our contributers, don't forget to show your support!

💖 Fluff ahead!

🔥 This fic contains mild/discussed sexual themes, and 🔥🔥 contains explicit NSFW scenes! 🔞

‼️ This fic contains delicate themes and/or important angst, mind the tags before reading!

🪐 This fic is set in an Alternative Universe.

Rain by @julescape 💖 70s Johnica

Misplaced by @julescape • early 80s Johnica hurt/comfort

Thursdays by @john-paul-george-ring0 💖 80s Johnica

Dear Mrs. Deacon by @john-paul-george-ring0 💖 70s Johnica

“Dearer than I?” “No, no, not dearer than you.” by @beydeaks ‼️🪐 Spy AU

Those Crazy Notions by @blossom-melina-burnickel 💖 80s Johnica + their daughter Laura

What is essential is invisible to the eye by @eileen-crys 🪐 Superhero AU • Johnica + Gen Queen

I'm too exhausted to start a fight by @eileen-crys ‼️ Magic Tour angst + Roger and Crystal

My heart cries out to your heart by @eileen-crys 🪐‼️ Arranged Marriage AU

Ladies’ night at Casa Deacon by @carrrothead-vol2 🔥 Veronica + Dominique and Chrissie

Forgotten Future by @queenies-bug 🪐🔥💖 Royalty AU

Birthday by @julescape 💖 early 70s Johnica touring with baby Robert!

Just You and I: After Dark by @blossom-melina-burnickel 🔥🔥💖 1977 Johnica, fluff and smut

My baby does me good by anonymous on AO3 💖🔥🔥 late 80s Johnica smut

VISUAL ARTWORKS

Happy Anniversary! by @john-deacon-fucks

Love and Psyche - Angels AU by @eileen-crys

Anniversary Moodboard by @beydeaks

Johnica and Books moodboard by @julescape

A book for baby Robert by @eileen-crys

Superhero John by @eileen-crys

Lost in Wonderland mini-comic by @silver-salmon15

Links to Masterlists: 2020 || 2021 || 2022

Prompts and rules || 2023 AO3 collection

#johnica #johnica week 2023 #johnicaweek2023 #john deacon #john deacon x veronica tetzlaff #john deacon fanfic #johnica week #john deacon fanfiction #queen #veronica tetzlaff #queen fanfiction #queen fandom event

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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New Year/New Updates!

Welcome! Thank you for stopping by, and Happy New Year!

✨NEW!✨ @ronearoundlightly will be an All-Ages Blog for my fics (see SFW Masterlist) but this blog, RoneAroundBlindly, will be considered 18+ ONLY from now on. Please adjust your following/notifications accordingly!!!

See Main Masterlist. Upcoming Projects include:

For FOOLS RUSH IN series: (Steve Rogers x LabTech!Reader) The Dignity of His Choice ('Reflection'--18 & 19 & 20) The Right Partner ('Take My Whole Life, Too'--honeymoon)

For AUTUMN IS HEALING series: (Steve Rogers x Super Soldier!Reader) A Forced, Fresh Start Completed 12/31! (Prête; Dites-Moi; and Dénouer)

For BEDROCK AND BLUEPRINTS series: (Ari Levinson x Reader/Best Friends-to Lovers) Joanna (Ari handles your bad friend) posted 1/3 3 + 1 (the name Mrs. Levinson) posted 1/3 (how Ari handles himself when he's sick) posted 1/8 Light of My Life (proposal) posted 1/13 Seventy-Five Days (fake-a-versary)

For SUN, SALT, AND SHIELD series: (Steve Rogers x Deep Sea Mermaid!Reader) The Hunt for Tiger Shark posted 1/4

Other: Not Today (Steve Rogers x workaholic!reader) posted 1/7 Steve gets incredibly annoyed when he realizes how little time you take for yourself. Pure fluff with a slight bit of mean!steve, out of love of course...

The Root of All Ransom (Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 posted 1/30) Ransom hates you, that one, self-made, rich bitch who wins all the philanthropy awards, but he finds a way to use you to anger his mother, Linda. Bonus that he can get some ass in the process. What could possibly go wrong? Money is the only thing he loves, right?

Time and Tines (Steve Rogers x Villain!reader) --for the Bittersweet Symphony Writing Challenge Captain Rogers doesn't suspect a thing when you're first brought in. What could possibly make a fragile thing like you turn bad? What do you get out of attacking these scientists? How do you know so much about Bucky Barnes and why do you insist on speaking to him alone?

Threadbare (Steve Rogers x fashion designer!reader) Steve would never have imagined having so much in common with a purely creative soul...even if he did assume you were a man for the longest time.

Item 107 (skinny!demigod!Steve Rogers; Beauty & the Beast AU) Long ago, Steve used his power to imbue a special piece of his artwork to draw forth his true bride, and then nothing happened. Bitter and callus after centuries alone, overlooked for his physical stature, he runs his own gallery in Brooklyn in lieu of enjoying the world around him. Can a chance meeting at a show opening and a misguided search for a bathroom really change his whole life?

#ro updates #writing wip #fools rush in #autumn is healing #bedrock and blueprints #steve rogers x reader #ari levinson x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #ari levinson fanfiction #ransom drysdale fanfiction

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lurkinglurkerwholurks · 7 months

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Look for the Helpers

First posted: November 13, 2018

Focuses on: BatKids (Dick POV, Jason focused)

Favorite bookmark: "I am bawling."

Tier: Decidedly mid.

This is my "behind the scenes" series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.

I'd been chewing for awhile on the idea of Mr. Rogers and how much he meant to people. The Won't You Be My Neighbor documentary had released in January of this same year, and I'd sat in a theater and quietly bawled with a dark room full of strangers. Because his show was on PBS and geared, like Sesame Street, toward low income kids, making him have an outsized impact on Jason made the most sense.

Dick wondered if he would ever be used to the feeling of disconnect that came after a disaster. It felt like… He stabbed at a macaroni noodle and considered the radiant numbness spreading out from his chest.

This first bit, Dick mulling on the weirdness after a disaster that you manage to survive, was pulled from personal experience, but with the last half decade being what it's been, I can't even tell you which one I was pulling from. Hurricane wakes, most likely, though who really knows.

The never-ending white noise of sirens rushing to and fro weren’t real. The loss. The devastation. The chaos.

That said, wow, what a weirdly prescient thing to read back through on this side of 2020.

“I don’t think human eyes are supposed to be that big,” he remarked solemnly, which prompted a snort of laughter from the others and placid disregard from Tim. “It’s anime, Dickie, don’t be so uncool.” Jason’s faux-whine made it clear that he was not, in fact, defending Tim’s artwork. “It’s a legitimate art form, and you both are snobs,” Tim said, his tone unruffled as he reached for his sandwich with his right hand, his left never slowing as he traced the warrior girl’s floating hair in purple crayon. “It is,” Damian agreed, which surprised Dick until he added, “when done correctly.” “Oh, bite me,” Tim retorted, but without any heat.

Of course Tim is a weeb. Tim and Damian.

“Is that Steph?” Jason asked, head now tilted to get a better look at Tim’s drawing. Intrigued, Dick craned his neck as well. “What? No!” Now Tim’s head snapped up, and he glared at Jason as one arm curled protectively around the crayon drawing. Dick would have been inclined to argue that the drawing could have been of anyone, as Tim wasn’t quite good enough to render a clear likeness. But the tips of Tim’s ears were pink.

Nowadays I'm awfully ambivalent on Tim/Steph and trend toward apathetic neutral. CECverse is an exception.

“Jason, if you lean over any farther, you’re going to knock over your soup,” Dick pointed out instead. Jason scowled, but settled back in his chair. “I’d make a joke, but one, we don’t make gags about Nazis anymore, and two, that show is old as dirt.”

I could not have predicted the Seinfeld renaissance among the youth.

Beneath the table, Dick tapped his fingertips together, one after the other. The numbness was still there, but if he didn’t think about it, it receded from the foreground. Not lessened or disappeared, just backed away to hover like a thin blanket over everything except what he was focusing on, which in turn made what he was focusing on seem harshly bright and loud. That was okay, though, if what he was focusing on was his brothers. Dick popped another forkful of cheesy noodles into his mouth and studied them, careful to keep a slight smile on his face as he did.

Oh. I remember what I was pulling from now. Not the numbness but the way you can chat and laugh and joke and seem normal when the world is upended and nothing is normal at all. Loss is weird.

They all tended to huddle a little closer together when Bruce was away.

I like this, the idea of them all gravitating, deliberately or subconsciously, so they're a team huddled, facing outward, without Bruce to hold their center.

Only Cass had been allowed to stay at the Manor. She and Alfred were planning a Masterpiece Theater Poirot mystery binge, with some Miss Marple and Jeeves and Wooster thrown in for flavoring. Dick wasn’t sure how much of the dialogue Cass could follow, but she seemed to find it a fun challenge to identify the murderer by body language alone. And anyone could enjoy the comedy of old J&W.

This took me a second to figure out, what Alfred and Cass might bond over and why, especially since Alfred is verbally cerebral and Cass finds words less useful. I think I made it work.

Jason was picking at Tim, who pretended to be grumpy and ignored his aggravating older brother in favor of tackling his roast beef sandwich with both hands.

Why roast beef, I don't know.

Dick took a few texts himself, mostly to coordinate the efforts and to relay the continued lack of news. Jason received none, though Dick caught him peeking at the screen once or twice.

I had a whole secondary storyline worked out with Bizarro that wasn't necessary or important at all but that would include a line about Jason taking care of Biz's plant. Something about it was supposed to be absolutely gutting, but I couldn't fit it in and now I don't remember what I had in mind.

Dick ducked his head as a familiar face filled the screen—Superman, a lone curl tumbling charmingly down his forehead, his chin turned to stare bravely into the distance. It was a stupid photo, boldly heroic in none of the ways that made Clark truly brave. That was the point, he knew, of a secret identity—no strong points of connection—but it rankled him to see the man portrayed as a stoic bastion of strength instead of the smiling, gentle man who used to pick Dick up by his ankles and swing him upside down.

Dick's point of view was a deliberate pick, as the eldest brother minding the wellbeing of the youngers, but also for how this specific worry would pick at him. Clark is a bigger part of his life than for the others.

But that was how these things went. Those that left were free to be reshaped into whatever was needed by those who were left behind. A beloved friend. A solemn warrior. A good soldier.

Yes, that was a jab.

The other members of the superhero community did their best to fill the power void, especially in Metropolis, which had been hardest hit and was now missing its white knight, though the Kent boys and Kara did their best.

I think this is the only time I ever acknowledge Kara in my fics. I don't know her. She will not appear.

Dick clamped a firm hand onto Damian’s shoulder and shoved the boy back into his seat before he could crawl over the table to stab Tim with his fork.

I make too many Damian stabbing jokes in these early fics. Or rather, I the writer mean them as funny moments but in-world they wouldn't be funny or in character, really. He's got a temper but he's not an impetuous hothead. I think I've gotten better (I hope) about, when I do joke, they're in-world jokes as well.

The diner was nestled between a rising skyscraper and a small neighborhood park, the kind community developers liked to slot into any little niche so that they could advertise nearby green space to prospective renters. It was no more than a small patch of green ringed with trees, bisected by a path with a small, two-tiered fountain in the middle. This neighborhood had been untouched by the extraterrestrial destruction, and the paths were at a midday lull, soft greys and greens and whites unbroken except for a jogger here, a mother and child there, a dogwalker off in the distance.

I plucked this park from real life. I don't remember where I was now, maybe Maryland, visiting friends? But I can still see the real-world park in my head, and how I altered it to make it into a place I could use in Gotham.

From what Dick could remember, even before, Jason had hated to show weakness. Though more expressive than Bruce by far, he hid his fears and sorrows beneath anger and rage. He had, in many ways, been more vulnerable with Bruce than Dick had been, willing to confront and challenge the older man when upset, but he had hated being coddled. The safest thing to do when Jason was in turmoil was to give him space and return when the dust had settled.

meeeeeeeeeeeeee

“Maybe.” Dick tried to remember everything he had seen Bruce do right and everything he had seen Bruce do wrong. “But it’s still important to you, so it’s important to me. Tell me.”

I firmly love best a Bruce who doesn't always get it right but also doesn't always get it wrong. He's just a guy doing his best.

“I thought…” Jason slumped to the side until his shoulder rested against the tree. “I thought it’d taken everything it could. I lost a year of my life, my family, my home, my sanity.” He barked out a laugh, raspy and rough and dark with bitterness. “What else could I lose, right?”

I also love Jason getting to grieve his missing years, not just raging against Bruce and Gotham. I should do more with that.

“It wasn’t exciting or really funny. It was just this… this old guy. He’d come in to this clean house and hang up his jacket and take off his shoes and sing. He’d tell stories with these stupid puppets, and he never yelled or got mad. And he’d talk right to me. Every time, it was like he was talking right to me.” Jason swiped at his eyes again, fast, hard. “I guess it was because it was public access and they didn’t have a lot of other programming, but it felt like every time I needed him, he was on. Even when I got older, I’d turn him on sometimes, because no matter how scared or angry or sad I was, I knew he’d fix it. He’d tell me he was proud of me, that I was special, that I was okay just the way I was.”

I always hated the puppets, so that bit was more me than Jason. Jason was too young to get the show on first-run, so it makes sense that the reruns would be frequent and seemingly available whenever he needed them to be on. And it makes sense that a calm, gentle, supportive show would be a lifeline to him, a world where big, scary things don't appear or are talked through when they do.

Instead, he had ended up a murder victim and a killer. Dick wanted to pull Jason into a hug and let him know that he could still make a difference, that he had made a difference in Crime Alley, even if they still butted heads over methodology sometimes. He didn’t need to be ashamed of who he was. But then Jason whispered, “I didn’t know he’d died.”

Dick: Oh he's having a crisis about his behavior, oh no.

Jason: actually having an entirely different crisis

Like, imagine if you blipped out of existence for a few years and when you came back, you found out about Robin Williams or Steve Irwin retroactively.

They had never done anything like this, even before. Dick had been too busy being Nightwing to be a big brother, and Jason had had no reason to trust him. But that didn’t mean Dick couldn’t be here now, to make up for all his failures before. He pressed his lips to Jason’s scalp, then rested his cheek atop the man’s head and waited.

I still haven't fully settled in my own head exactly what the Nightwing-Robin transition was like for the three of them. When I started, I leaned on the fanon interpretation of Bruce and Dick fighting a lot and Dick and Jason as emotionally distant strangers. Now I think I've relegated a lot of that to individual interpretation (Dick feeling a lot of guilt that doesn't wholly match reality, for example), but it's still pretty fluid.

Dick could feel a tear or two wash down his own face as he tightened his hold on his brother’s shoulders. “He would be proud of you, you know. He wasn’t the kind of guy to ask for perfection, right? Just that you try. He’d be so proud, Jay.” “Why, because you are?” Jason had tried for sardonic, but the wry jab came out waterlogged and muffled between sniffles. “Yeah. Yeah, I am,” Dick murmured.

Choked myself up a little there.

“Mine was Bob Ross,” Tim offered suddenly. He had sat on the end, furthest from Jason but still close enough to be heard even in a low voice as he hugged his knees. “Not his death so much. He died before I knew who he was. But I liked to watch him paint. He made beautiful things from his mistakes. His happy accidents. It was good to hear, sometimes.” Dick and Jason took that in silently, digesting everything Tim had said and everything he hadn’t.

I knew each kid would have their own person to name, because that's how these conversations go. Mention Steve Irwin and someone else will mention Robin Williams or Chadwick Boseman or Amy Winehouse or whoever. Everyone has a death of a stranger that meant an awful lot to them. Figuring out who to pair to whom was an interesting puzzle, and I think the pairings I picked made sense. (Am realizing now how many shocking celebrity deaths are men.)

One quirk of timing with this fic was I wrote it and happened to post, completely by accident, the day that Stan Lee died. Folks were really feeling it in my comments section.

#fanfic bts brain dump

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Artist Spotlight - Barry Kent MacKay

SQUAWK has been extremely fortunate to get in contact with Barry Kent MacKay, who has not only allowed us to use his artwork on the site, but has been donating sketches, studies, and illustrations not available elsewhere online. He has become a beloved figure in our community, and we are hoping to increase awareness of him, his conservation efforts, and his amazing paintings.

His biography from his website:

Renowned Canadian bird artist, writer, naturalist, and conservationist, Barry Kent MacKay has “always been an admirer of birds, anxious to see them, paint them, and care for them.” Barry’s biological and ecological accuracy has put him in demand for commissions, to illustrate books, scientific journals and various print and digital media. He has painted birds and other wildlife from around the world, often life size, working in oils, watercolours, and acrylics. He prefers to sell original art, and keeps prices low.

“Actual, original art should be affordable for middle class buyers,” he says. “I avoid having to depend on selling reproductions so that the market does not dictate what I paint, which can often be little-known species. I love to try different ideas.”

Barry celebrates the innate beauty of birds and nature: “I’m enchanted by the form of birds. I think artistically, the structures, the curves, the counter-curves of a bird are quite beautiful. I feel that about fish or mammals or plants too. Nature produces an infinity of abstract forms from the shape and look of a galaxy to a grain of sand. If you isolate something from its environment and think of it as a free-formed piece of art without knowing what its function is, it is still something that is beautiful. Function drives form in a way that seems to be aesthetically pleasing to us and it is that that is manifested more in birds, at least for me. Birds captured me first.”

His artistic mentors were Mr. T.M. Shortt and Roger Tory Peterson. “But in part,” he says, “I’m something of a throwback to what I think of as the golden age of bird illustration, influenced as a child by the published works of Fuertes, Brooks, Weber, Scott, Reid-Henry, Eckleberry, Sutton, Liljefors, Thorburn, Jaques and so many other great bird and wildlife artists and illustrators whose works I’ve never stopped admiring.”

He was named Artist of the Year by Bird Studies Canada and has won numerous other awards and honors for his work as an artist, conservationist and writer.

Please take a look at his work that is available for sale as prints or originals at his store through Fine Art America.

https://fineartamerica.com/art/barry+kent+mackay

Some examples of his work so you can understand part of why we at SQUAWK adore him so much (the other part is his generosity, his kindness, and the stories he shares with our community):

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