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RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Stoncy Parents
Jargyle One Shot
A Siren's Refrain
Tagging: @oh-stars, @wendydarlingfics, @lady-lostmind
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The portfolio safe version of my TS Unnamed’s poster,
Now I just have to paint 5 portraits of the LI’s and overlay them in the foreground’s glass shards and the fan art but will be done. Hahahaha, yeah. *Just* 5 portraits! Anyways, um.
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Hello! I saw that your Touchstarved requests were open. I love the way you draw Mhin, so honestly seeing anything like sketches/WIPS of Mhin would be a delight to see if you're down to share.
Heyy! First of all THANKYOUU! 💞💞 I do have a few sketches of Mhin I made throughout the years 👀 I just really love to draw them~~
I also have this very sketchy artwork where I drew Mhin chilling on a random bridge with a bird on their shoulder, but I never finished it in the end~
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WIP pt 2 -- Ais Touchstarved
Using a black gel pen and a pencil...
I don't have the guts nor the patience to paint it and watch it go through the ugly phase...
Nothing can go wrong, right?
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I must know about hanahakish!
🔥\o/🔥 hanahakish is my special little baby project, the most self-indulgent of blorbo blenders.
it is pretty much exactly what it sounds like! essek catches an engineered variant of frigid woe during the aeor arc, and the somatic components to Spell of Don't Die Horribly include a kiss from someone who loves you.
here's a little (unedited) bit of the middle:
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"That—"
Caleb kisses him. It's short, closed-mouthed, and deliberate. He pulls away again, hands still on Essek’s arms as though to hold him at a distance, and Essek reminds himself to breathe.
"You are very important to our goals," Caleb says in a rush.
His gaze flicks down to Essek's mouth. As though unconsciously, he runs a thumb along his own bottom lip. For a moment, Essek is certain he's about to lean in again and do it properly. Then he straightens, clearing his throat, and looks away.
“This—I did not intend for—”
He curls his lip, muttering something unintelligible. Essek’s heart threatens to claw its way out his mouth.
It’s the finest knife to slip between his ribs. Caleb loves him—truly, provably loves him—but wishes he didn’t.
“I’m sorry,” catches in his throat.
He bites down hard on the inside of his lip. There is little he can do to make this easy for Caleb, but at the very least he can keep from crying.
“Don’t be.” Caleb’s hand twitches in his lap. “I will save you a hundred times over, if that is what needs doing.”
If it needs doing. If kissing Essek is necessary, Caleb will do the practical thing. The potion went down easier than this. Essek swallows it anyway, pushing back the hair stuck to his forehead.
“Your help is appreciated.”
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