#thank you again^.^

[dreamerwithapen1]

all evens for the fanfic ask game :)

Thank youuuuu🥰🥰

2) Post a line from your WIP with no context.

Sirius inhaled sharply, croissant lodging in his throat, and he coughed violently, sending a puff of powdered sugar in the air. His eyes bulged from his head as Leely and Hopper frantically slapped his back in a poor attempt to help.

“Oh dear,” she said mildly, sipping her Butterbeer.

4) Describe the setting of your WIP.

The Wizarding World of Harry Potter set during the Marauders Era and beyond

6) Search for the word “dream” in your WIP. If you find it, paste the line and explain the context.

Haven’t used that word yet for this one.

8) What is your biggest challenge?

Staying firm in my decision to kill off James 🙃 (inner me is screaming, crying, throwing up at the very thought but for the sake of plot…)

10) How would you describe your WIP’s narrative style? (1st person, 3rd person, multiple POVs, single POV, alternating chapters, etc.)

Third person all the way, and I’m a sucker for alternating between multiple POVs throughout the fic.

12) Which character do you have the least in common with?

Y’know I was gonna say Bellatrix because she be crazy but honestly… she’s really just a fangirl at the end of the day and like girl, same (minus all the evil shit of course) So my next choice would probably be Sirius. That boy’s flare for the dramatics, his extrovertedness, the flirtiness- could not be me.

14) Have you chosen birthdays for any of your characters? If so, when are they?

Fun fact: Ascella shares the same exact birthday as Sirius- November 3, 1959. She’s older than him by exactly 18 minutes.

16) What would your characters be for Halloween?

At home? There would be a Hallows’ Eve ball, and Ascella would likely go as something simple yet elegant like Artemis so as to fit in with all of the uppity, fancy, no fun Pure-Bloods.

At school, surrounded by friends in one the common rooms after having consumed one too many glasses of Firewhisky?

A werewolf.

She thinks she’s hilarious. Remus (also drunk) thinks she’s hilarious. Sirius (drunker than them both) thinks she’s hilarious. Peter (slightly less drunk but still plastered) thinks she’s hilarious. James (the designated Sober Friend of the evening) does not think she’s hilarious (except he does) as he proceeds to spend the entire night preventing them from drunkenly proclaiming to the world that Remus is a werewolf through bad puns and poorly concealed jokes.

18) What’s easier, dialogue or description?

Description for sure.

20) Post a brief excerpt.

She looked in the mirror as the door opened, and Regulus stepped inside. She twisted around to look at him more clearly and hid her frown. He was skinnier than when she had seen him last, his skin pallid, and there were faint dark circles under his eyes. But his expression was, as always, a mask of calm boredom and indifference.

“Aunt Druella requests your presence in the sitting room,” he announced, hands in his pockets.

“Are the others here?” Cissa asked, setting everything down.

“Not yet. But they’re due soon, and she wants everyone in place before then.”

Clicking her tongue, Bella stood up and flipped her hair over her shoulders. The nervous energy was still there, thrumming beneath the surface, but it was overpowered now by her usual confidence. She planted a swift kiss on Ascella’s cheek, and Ascella reached out to give her hand a quick squeeze. Their eyes met, and Ascella saw the gratitude shimmering in her dark gaze, just as she knew Bella saw the reassurance in her own. She pressed their foreheads together for just a moment before pulling away and moving toward the door.

Cissa was a step behind her but paused to give a Ascella a quick hug.

“Be careful,” Ascella murmured into her ear, fine blonde hair tickling her nose.

Her sister’s voice was just as quiet. “Always am.”

[artsymeeshee]

Haven’t collabed with @renconner in a long while for a mini comic (minus our big one, Instinct). We were talking about one of Stan’s lowest moments involving being outside with that damn sign, so we decided to make a comic with Stan remembering it. I’ve also kinda of assumed Filbrick would lie to Ford about what’s going on with Stan (Stan probably did too to some extent).

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[sulkybender]

commission by @holographings for my fic you make me end where I began

Jayce reading poetry to Viktor in bed when he’s sick <3

[chatlote]

Comic Commission for @frootysparkycakes

Someone with the ability to see when people die meets someone who already died a long time ago.

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[ginnyw-potter-archive]

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yes, I'm self-aware thank you

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[ministarfruit]

WE CAN ROT FOR CLOUT

[radiation]

[to00fu]

:)

[b1ttersweet-dreams]

if i disappear, whos to say that i was here? (my part of an trade with @pigswithwings ^_^)

[bluegiragi]

just for fun, i thought i'd redraw an old soapbox comic to see how much i've improved! you can read the original from 2 years ago here.

early access + nsfw on patreon soapbox masterpost (scroll to bottom)

[doraingrid]

You're here. You're really here.

[waveoftheocean]

do you fw superbat?

just a little 😊

[chiptrillino-art]

(ID in ALT text) ArtTrade with the very sweet @die-auster ! thank you for sparking back my obsession with this blue guy here!

Please check out their amazing works here! 1 . 2 . 3.