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eliasericson · 12 days

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This month it's been THREE years since my graphic novel Diana and Charlie came out in Swedish!

It simultaneously feels like it's been one week and a whole lifetime.... I've changed so much since the release! (I'm very much ready to exit my 20's this year, just like being a teenager being 20-something is overrated!)

The first print of the Swedish version of the book is sold out online, BUT! There is a fancy new print on demand version!

You can also get it in print in Spanish, French and German. 🌠

And finally, if you don't know English, you can become a patron at my Patreon page! The whole book will be available digitally for all paying patrons throughout April 2024, meaning you can read all of it for 1$ USD! Starting May 2024, it'll be for 5$+ patrons.

Here's a free little preview of the comic in English!

Regardless of how you read it, I really hope you like it - I really put my soul into it. Thank you! <3

#diana & charlie #graphic novel #my face

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nerdasaurus1200 · 3 months

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The overwhelming urge I have to draw these with Varian and literally any of the fankids I’ve given him, cause I’ve given him four daughters. Like the first two would be perfect with Luna cause she’s fascinated by alchemy like Varian. Pics 3 and 6 would be perfect for Varian and Carina cause as the youngest she in particular is his baby girl, must protecc. Pic 4 would be great for Amber cause she probably is even taller than her own father (Amber’s a beanpole in my head). And pic 5 would be adorable with Varian and Diana

#tts #rta #tangled #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #hazbin hotel #nerd talks #lucifer morningstar #charlie morningstar #varian #luna #diana #amber #carina

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frost-queen · 7 months

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Black rose in a sea of red (Reader x Jerry Baynard)

Requested by: @alicethewriterandfangirl , Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury, @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

Summary: TW! Selfharm! You are upset of how your friends have such amazing lives while yours is terrible. Coming from a bad home, your coping behavior is self harm. Struggling with the idea of wanting to end it all, is Jerry there to save you from doing so.

The chattering died away when Miss Stacy settled everyone down. Specifically Anne who was proclaiming her opinion as loud as she could. Almost standing on the table to declare her words. Diana was tugging at her dress to pull her to sit. – “Miss Cuthbert if you please.” – Miss Stacy said giving her a stern glare. Anne chuckled settling down. Ruby was still whispering to Tillie. With one look of Miss Stacy pressed Ruby her lips together with force. Billy snorting across the classroom at how silly she looked.

Miss Stacy cleared her throat letting his chuckle die. When finally the peace had settled clasped Miss Stacy her hands together. – “I hope you all brought your assignments that I handed out last week.” – she started. Anne who was always eager already set her basket on the table, ready to show it to Miss Stacy. Miss Stacy smiled politely ushering her to wait. – “You may all set it on the table if you please.” – she continued giving the signal.

Everyone ducked down to reach in their baskets to set their work of art on the table. You felt uneasy taking out your artwork. Glancing to the side you saw Charlie’s piece of art. Billy and Paul laughing loud. – “Is that an aardvark?” – Billy joked laughing his ass off. Charlie groaned. – “No! It’s a dog.” – he mumbled setting his hand under his chin, pushing his artwork closer to his chest. Gilbert turned around in his seat looking at Billy’s work.

“Is that a self-portrait?” – he said snarky. Billy mimicked a childish laugh, annoyed by his words. – “Well yeah yours…” – Billy got a bit up to look at Gilbert’s work. Gilbert moved aside on purpose for him to see. – “Well yours… yours…” – Billy said trying to find an insult. Gilbert was smiling beyond himself when Billy couldn’t find something bad to say about it. – “I thought so.” – he said turning back around silencing Billy.

Paul laughed loud at how Gilbert had left Billy speechless. Across back by the girls was Anne proudly showing her masterpiece to everyone. – “Did you do this stitching?” – Diana asked pointing at it. Anne shook her head. – “No, Marilla helped me.” – she then pointed at some paint work. – “This is Matthew’s work, and this weird thing was added by Jerry.” – she finished pointing at a wobbly thing at the top. Diana held her art up. – “My mother helped as well. She painted the flowers.” – she commented.

Ruby got up waving her hand in between them for attention. – “My mother helped too! She did this, this, and this.” – she said pointing at several things in different angles. – “What did you do?” – Tillie replied as it appeared Ruby’s mother did everything herself. – “I did this.” – Ruby answered annoyed pointing at her name written in the corner. Diana rolled her eyes at how silly she was.

Seeing their work you rather wanted to crush it or throw it out of the window. Compared to their, yours seemed like it was made by a child. Also hearing them speak so lovingly about how their parents helped out felt like a punch in your gut. It was something you could only dream off, having a loving mother. Your mother didn’t help in your project. You dared ask her one time. That didn’t end well.

You got yelled at for ruining her moment and annoying her with silliness. Looking at your art again of paper mâché you noticed the dent of where your father had stepped on it. On purpose or accident. It didn’t really much as it had ruined it much. Seeing your friends talk so godly about their parents made you want to cry, pull your hair out and scream your lungs out. Ruby and Tillie turned around to you.

“Let me see yours Y/n.” – Ruby spoke as Diana and Anne looked over them. You pulled it closer to your chest, shaking your head. – “It’s…it’s terrible.” – insisting on it. – “Come show us Y/n.” – Tillie said pulling at your hand. You really didn’t want to show her, finding it unworthy. Ruby helped her to pull your hand away. Tillie then snatched it from you. – “Hey!” – you called out catching the attention of some boys across and Miss Stacy who waited to see where this was going.

Tillie held it up before her looking at it with a questioning brow. – “Did your mother help out?” – Ruby asked probably not meaning anything with it. She was always this innocent and naïve, yet it struck a nerve with you. – “No!” – you called out snatching the art from Tillie back. You then it on the ground setting your foot hard on it. Everyone gasped loud at your little act. – “Y/n!” – Miss Stacy called out concerned. You let your fingers brush automatically over your inner arm, knowing of the scars lingering there.

“Brute.” – one of Billy’s friends called out. Miss Stacy shushing him immediately. Miss Stacy approached you, kneeling gently down to pick up your crushed work of art. – “We can still mend this.” – she said with a warm smile. You shook your head. – “It is broken!” – you answered. Just like yourself. Turning your face away from her, you felt ashamed.

Ashamed and unworthy. Truly wondering what the exact point of you was. Not one of them here knowing a darn thing about your family. They had no idea with their wonderous lives, living like princesses. While you crawled through the gutter with no way out. Consistently surrounded by darkness. The only way out of the sinking was the carving. The marks on your inner arms that helped you coped with it.

Miss Stacy reached up to take your hand. The second she had your hand, you pulled it away. Needing to escape you took a run for it. – “Y/n.” – Miss Stacy called out as some jumped up. Gilbert being one of them. He wanted to run after you as Miss Stacy held him back by his shoulder. – “Let us give her a moment in solitude.” – Miss Stacy said sensing you didn’t want any company at this moment. – “But…” – Gilbert started seeing Miss Stacy shake her head.

He sighed deep, slouching his shoulders. He returned to his seat. Miss Stacy set your artwork on her desk, seeing how sloppy it was once your foot had tackled it. You ran frantically into the woods away from the school. Unable to cope with it. The sugary of your friends biting like sour in your flesh. Their life was something you could never achieve. Not with the home situation you have now.

A mother and father who barely looked at you. A brother who tackled you whenever he pleased. All the workload put on you. Treated like dirt by your own family. Never once said an ‘I love you’ or ‘thank you.’ Maybe this was just how things were meant to be. Unloved. Panting loud you kept running coming into different parts of the woods.

Jerry was whistling loud, carrying a sack over his shoulder. He had come back from the market, making his way back to Green Gables. Something caught his sudden attention as he noticed it was you. – “Y/n!” – Jerry shouted happily waving your way. He frowned when you didn’t seem to see him. Simply running past. Jerry lowered his sack questionable. Why weren’t you at school? Why were you running away? Was everything alright?

Feeling a bit worried he picked up his sack again, going after you. Near a shack crashed you down; out of breath. Leaning against the wood you let your head fall back. Still panting till your breathing steadied. Then the thoughts came. Those dark thoughts that always pushed you to the edge. You already know what to do. Reaching in your pocket, you pulled out a sharp object. Then slowly pulling your sleeves up. Scars of old on your flesh.

Those dark thoughts became louder as it made you bring the tip of the sharpness to your wrist. Tears rolled down your cheek as your hand trembled. It would take one impulsive thought for you to bleed. Bleed till your life would slip away. Why shouldn’t you do it? What good was there in this life? There was no one to pull you out so it was easier to just accept it and be rid of this hell.

Gently setting the tip deeper onto your skin, your sight got blurrier from your tears. – “No!” – you suddenly heard startling you so hard, the tip had pressed deeper into your skin. A single drop of blood forming. Jerry rushed over to you, grabbing the sharp thing from your grip, and throwing it as far away from him. – “Don’t you dare!” – he breathed out.

“Don’t you even think about it!” – he said a bit firmer kneeling down in front of you. Grabbing your shoulders, he pulled you close to his chest for a hug. – “Find hope in the hopeless.” – he told you. – “I don’t know what made you do it, but please don’t. I don’t want to lose you… I don’t.” – he embraced you tighter fighting the urge to cry himself. – “Please Y/n…” – he whispered out as you started crying louder.

In the brink of almost doing it was Jerry there to pull you out. – “We’ll figure it out together. I am fighting for you, and I don’t want you to give up.” – wrapping your arms around him, you hugged back. – “Jerry…” – you cried out. Jerry simply held you, no needing an explanation. Just holding you. In that moment where he knew you needed to be seen, heard and loved.

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eliasericson · 8 months

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#throwbackthursday again! this time it's to 2014.

looking through my 2014 folder i noticed there were far less full-colour illustrations than 2013 - it probably had to do with the fact that i drew a full-colour webcomic at the time.... which i will tell u about some time i guess? im a bit embarrased about it because I had such big plans for it i drowned in performance anxiety and had to quit :(

the first image is a page from the first ever comic i made about diana & charlie! it was a 24 hour comic, 24 comic pages made in 24 hours. it's the only time i've succeeded. i still have a nostalgic liking for it, even after all these years. 💕i also drew some silly trans magical girls that got spread around all over the internet and also got me a lot of hate mail lol..... i ALSO went through THE most intense naruto phase where me and my friend created an alternate universe where they went to high school in sweden........ good times.

honorable mention: 2014 was the year i published the picture book Blompojken, which will have a throwback post of its own some day. 🌸

#throwbackthursday #throwback thursday #naruto #yume nikki #illustration #comic #comics #diana and charlie #diana & charlie #sasuke #sakura #lgbtq #trans #mahou shoujo

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divinekangaroo · 4 days

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just enough to let me drown - pettiot - Peaky Blinders (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | ? | ?

During S6-E5, starting with Tommy meeting Diana at the narrowboat, how he gets back to Arrow, that particular Dinner, through to Tommy returning home after dropping Jack Nelson off at the train.

Tommy was running out of women who didn’t look like other women. If Lizzie found out, he’d have only redheads left to fuck in his old age.

No. No old age. Only this.

Diana Mitford/Tommy Shelby, Past Oswald Mosley/Tommy Shelby, Tommy Shelby/Lizzie Stark, Past Oswald Mosley/Lizzie Stark, Jack Nelson, Charles Strong, Small Heath Sex Worker | Reference to Incest, Dehumanisation, Cigarette Burns, Disassociation, Racism, Class Issues, Intrusive Thoughts, Extremely Dubious Consent, Post Rationalisation, Flashbacks, Dyfunctional Relationship, Self Harm, Oral Trauma, Trauma, Plausible Deniability, Close POV/Unreliable Narration, Horrible Dinner Parties, Prostitution, Shame, Hurt/Comfort, Eating Inedible Objects, Vomiting, Pre-Seizure Markers, Where Fascism becomes a Personally Targetted Sexual Nightmare, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Falling Off the Wagon, Unreliable Memory, Hoarding, Orgasm Control, Innuendo, Ethnic Slurs, Trying (so fucking hard!) to Communicate (emotion is the enemy of oratory!), Spiralling, Purposeful Ambiguity, Failed Love Confession/s

#my writing #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #tommy x lizzie #tommy shelby #tommy x diana #tommy x mosley #lizzie x mosley #jack nelson #charles strong #a purposefully 'did that actually happen? did he actually say that? was it all in his head' chapter #i promise the flashbacking and tommy's trauma-blurred sense of time/place only happens once more in this story he's done with the past now #featuring snips of my headcanon of tommy's hoarding habit:#as a little kid he collected/stole little bits of rich people tokens and hid them under the floorboards with a vague thought one day he'd -#-have enough to become one of them #also tried to write this so the t-l scene in the show (getting dressed and 'when i know everything i'll tell you everything') still works.#lizzie is pissed at the perfume but she always believed tommy slept with sex workers ongoing through their marriage. not the same as diana.#lizzie realising txd happened the morning after txl's hotel ILU seemed important. nothing in what diana said at dinner did that. and so #also wanted tommy handing duke to uncle charlie.in this way that tommy arranged the fam's marriages #sorry uncle charlie that i never saw you as a dad. but here you go: a fatherless son i prepared earlier. good luck #as to what tommy's 'script' was with lizzie that got derailed when she laughed at him: reader's choice. XD #he spirals around and around and around what happened with diana and never touches centre

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frost-queen · 2 years

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Not yours, but mine (Reader x Moody Spurgeon)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco @idkwhatmyusernam, @subjecta13-thefangirl

A/n: Gif by me!

Moody slapped a low hanging twig aside before it could hit him in the face. With him Charlie and Paul. Miss Stacy was marching in the front, leading the group on an excursion. Moody looked over his shoulder, catching your laugh. It made him smile instantly. A silly smile plastered on as he had no idea how foolish he appeared. He noticed another low hanging twig with a full set of leaves. He moved it aside passing by.

He then kept holding it, to prevent you from running in it. – “Thank you, Moody.” – you said lifting your dress a bit up to step over a root that stuck out. Moody grinned sheepishly gesturing for you to go ahead. You let your hand rest on his shoulder as you passed. You then continued to chat with Diana, laughing at something cute. – “Wow.” – Moody heard say as Charlie and Paul had waited at the side with him. Moody let go of the twig, letting it snap back almost hitting Ruby in the face.

“Hey!” – she called out, slapping the twig away before it could slap her. – “Sorry.” – Moody called out, joining Paul and Charlie. He caught up with them, tugging his hands in his pocket. – “Y/n truly has a great smile.” – Paul stated. – “She what?” – Moody asked caught off guard. – “I said Y/n has a great smile. Sweet and all.” – he rephrased.

“Oh.” – Moody simply answered. Of course he knew how sweet your smile was. You have been friends since you were little children. Moody lives next door so from a very young age played you together. The friendship only grew when you attended school together. – “She’s really kind.” – Charlie pitched in, wanting to say something as well. – “Not… not that I have dared to talk to her, but she is friendly.” – he spoke, rubbing his neck nervously.

“She truly is!” – Paul answered. – “She has a great smile, is friendly, and has nice handwriting.” – he added. – “Handwriting?” – Moody called out confused. – “What an absurd thing to say.” – he mumbled to himself. Not sensing how his face twisted into disgust and anger. Charlie laughed loud. – “At least better than mine. I sometimes can’t even read what I wrote.” – Charlie joked out, patting Moody on the back.

Moody groaned at the touch, feeling himself get agitated, but by what? – “From all the girls I believe Y/n is the best one yet.” – Paul continued, not being able to stop gushing about you. – “Of course she is!” – Moody snapped, kicking a tiny rock forwards. It rolled forwards as his eyes widened. For a second he thought the little rock would find itself a way under your feet and the last thing he wanted was for you to fall.

“Well of course we know you’d know.” – Paul informed, gesturing at Moody. – “You’ve known her your entire life!” – Charlie spoke indulging in the conversation. – “Say Moody, is Y/n a great cook?” – Paul wanted to know. Moody’s eyes widened in shock. He came to a sudden stop. – “Why’d you want to know?” – He asked, no spitted out with a grumble. – “I was just interested.” – Paul spoke up, holding his hands up in defense.

“No need to get snappy.” – he said in hushed tones, joining the walk again. – “So you would know if she can make you pies?” – Moody answered for himself rudely. – “No…I…I… well maybe… but not perse pies. It can be anything actually.” – Paul replied scratching behind his ear. – “My mother says any girl that can cook good is a good wife!” – Paul recited, using gestures while dictating. Moody clenched his jaw.

“What do you mean with that!” – he wanted to know, feeling himself get more agitated by the moment. – “I don’t know.” – Paul replied with a shrug. – “Maybe I feel like asking Y/n out.” – he so casually explained. Moody came to a sudden stop. Hands clenched into fists as they trembled with rage. What? Ask you out? Oh he was cooking now.

If it was possible there would be steam coming out of his ears. – “You want to ask Y/n what?” – he called out, turning firmly to Paul. Ruby and Anne casually passing by as they were holding back the rest. – “Ask her out, do… do you think she would say yes?” – Paul asked unknowingly. – “No!” – Moody shouted out, throwing his fist in the air.

Paul staggered back against a tree bark. – “Moody?” – Charlie called out in shock, gaping at his friend. Moody stormed up to Paul, making him beg for a way out. Paul gasped in shocks when Moody grabbed him by the shirt. He brought the shirt up, knuckles touching his nose. – “Hands off Y/n!” – he shouted, blinded by his own jealousy. – “Mo…Moody…” – Paul whimpered, scared of his friends sudden reaction. – “Hey, Moody, he was just playing around… right?” – Charlie said in an attempt to ease the situation.

They had fallen behind, the last of the group as everyone else was up ahead. Paul nodded quick, anything to get out of this situation. – “He was joking Moody.” – Charlie spoke, placing a hand on his shoulder. – “It didn’t feel like it!” – Moody answered with a loud huff. – “I swear… I…I… swear.” – Paul brought his hands up, pleading, begging with Moody.

“Don’t ask Y/n out!” – Moody called out loud. – “Don’t even think about it because…” – he suddenly widened his eyes, taking a moment to reflect on his actions. Why was he so angered by it. Could it be? Would it be? Moody let go of Paul, stepping back.

Was it possible that HE was in love with… with you? – “Moody!” – he heard, turning his head. There you stood waiting for him, just a bit further up the path. – “Are you coming? You are falling behind and I don’t want you to get lost.” – you said loud enough for them to hear. Moody’s heart started to beat faster at your presence. – “I am coming Y/n.” – he shouted back. Moody came running over as Paul and Charlie followed.

You waited for Moody to be by your side. He caught his breath for a second. – “Will you go out with me?” – he asked so bluntly. It made you quirk your eyebrow up curious. – “Of course.” – you answered, taking his hand. Moody sighed out of relief, giving your hand a little squeeze. He felt content, at peace, knowing his affections were reciprocated.

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