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sroloc--elbisivni · 10 months

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Bunnyguard master post

July 1, 2023: in the spirit of shameless self-promotion here's a collective post for the Usagi Yojimbo/Rottmnt fusion Leosagi fic series I've been working on this year. somewhat celebratory because 1. I'm very excited to have hit the halfway mark on this project 2. my birthday is later this month and I can do a little treat for myself if I want 3. it's my first day off in ages and I can spend my time luxuriantly and frivolously. Prompts taken from Year of the OTP; titles from Richard Siken "Litany in which certain things are crossed out."

Post last updated December 22, 2023

Bunnyguard verse premise in three bullet points:

The cast of Usagi Yojimbo are embedded in the Hidden City

Draxum helped raised the turtles

Usagi gets hired as a bodyguard for Leo a month after the Krang invasion

January - "missionfic" - something other than the desperation Usagi does his best to not embarrass himself while Leo tries to do the same and fails. (the hero shifts from one foot to the other)

February - "mermaid au" - no one will ever want to sleep with you A first meeting sparks a series of increasingly dumb and desperate decisions. (the repeated image of the lover destroyed)

March - "mutual pining" - your heart, and it is painted shut We skip ahead in the timeline to the point where Usagi has decided he's going to just quietly pine forever and Leo stops for five seconds of self-examination and immediately starts planning his wedding. (the same big and little words, all spelling out desire)

April - "No, I'm not dating your brother" - There is something underneath the floorboards After a series of shenanigans, (some of) Usagi's misconceptions are corrected and Leo eventually gets a full night's sleep. (bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing)

May - "accidental pet/child acquisition" - Quit milling around the yard and come inside Usagi uses his day off to be with his family, including his son, and Leo takes a turn being the babysitter instead of the babysat. (Inside your head you hear a phone ringing.)

June - "you're not what I expected" - These terms from the lower depths After being chased by a demon, Leo and Usagi end up in the bones of both of their pasts, one after the other. (I have told you where I'm coming from, so put it together.)

July - "enemies to lovers" - recently we have had our difficulties Leo screws up, Usagi gets hurt, and they have to work together to fix it. (the moment of epiphany, in gold light)

August - "au of your choice" (free space) - close enough to see the blue rings Usagi fights a dragon and Leo has a bunch of minor problems happen all at once. (But it doesn't work, these erasures, this constant refolding of the pleats)

September - "hurt/comfort" - Are you there, sweetheart? Do you know me? An unexpected attack forces everyone involved to reexamine their circumstances. (Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly flames everywhere)

October - "identity shenanigans" - I guess I can tell you that now. Our heroes go on a date to a mob warehouse and find out things that were not exactly secrets but definitely unknown. (I walk through your dreams and invent the future)

November - "be careful what you wish for" - You want a better story. Who wouldn't? A confrontation, a choice, a number of things undone. (It should mean laughter, not poison.)

December - "forgiveness" - so maybe I wanted to give you something Our heroes reckon with their actions, and choose to try again. (I want more seats reserved for heroes. Dear Forgiveness, I saved a plate for you.)

#bunnyguard #here we go :3 #turtles #usagi yojimbo #leosagi #fic talk #updated through september

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danibirdart · 1 year

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hello friends!! it's my birthday so i'm shameless self promoting!

check out my shop: https://www.etsy.com/shop/danibirdart

#artists on tumblr #etsyseller #fanart #self promo #stickers #Acrylic charms #dungeons and dragons

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graphx · 5 months

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shameless self promotion time!

random Keith birthday fic I am very proud of, trying to win a bet with a friend that it hits 10 kudos before the end of the year

snippet!

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He could hear Coran’s voice projected loudly through the empty halls.

“YOU CALL THAT WELDING?! WHAT IS THIS YOUR FIRST TIME PICKING UP A BLOWTORCH?! I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THIS METAL WAS PRESERVED IN THE BELLY OF A BYTOR’S THORAX BY MY GREAT GRANDFATHER FOR THREE ROTATIONS TO GET THIS PERFECT SUBTLE SHINE! AND IT BETTER NOT BE SUBTLE WHEN YOUR THROUGH WITH IT! I WANT THESE TILES GLOWING! PUT YOUR VERTEBRAE INTO IT YOU SICK SON OF A SLOW SLACKING SIAMESE SALAMANDER!”

While Keith was terrified at the idea of seeing what had gotten Coran so worked up, Allura looked quite amused at this display of authority. Her expression reminded him of the look Matt would get when Shiro was caught by Iverson. He wondered if he had the same look on his face whenever he managed to guilt trip Shiro unscathed much to Adam’s disappointment. As they entered (what was left of) the entertainment room Keith couldn’t stop the hysterical laugh that escaped his mouth.

Pidge had on metal clown shoes as big as his head. It looked like she had to walk around with the equivalent of a bowling ball on her feet. Lance was tangled in streamers that seemed to be alive as they jumped out of his reach and wrapped around his arms. Shiro was using his arm to weld a new type of metal into the floor to cover the holes that had somehow gotten there, covered in ash. Hunk was dragging in new pieces of metal and measuring the floor to make sure the materials were the right size. He finally lost it, laughing so much his lungs creaked as Coran whipped around with a megaphone and construction hat on, fixing him with a raised brow and incredulous look, Allura snickering beside him into her hands.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

#2023 #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #keith kogane #lance mcclain #pidge gunderson #hunk garrett #coran hieronymus wimbleton smythe #vld allura #my fic #my dribble drabbles #fic rec #voltron fanfic #pidge vld #keith vld #lance vld #hunk vld #shiro vld

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idiaphobic · 9 months

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so uh sorry for randomly disappearing i forgot about tumblr. sorry. shameless self promotion but if u wanna see me be more active u can follow my insta 👍👍 (@ rudyeatsplastic) ANYWAY an ortho picture i made for his birthday

#twisted wonderland #twst fanart #twst #ortho shroud

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gonzo-rella · 2 years

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The Bitter Taste of Regret | Izzy Hands

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Based on/a follow-up to: Blackbeard Asking/Ordering You To Join His Crew (Partially For Izzy) (an imagine written by yours truly)

Relationship(s): Izzy Hands x gn!reader (implied romantic), Izzy Hands x Edward Teach (ambiguous)

Summary: Izzy’s not as content as he should be in his life as the first mate of Blackbeard’s new crew. Ed’s becoming more erratic than he can handle, he’s starting to feel more than a twinge of guilt about marooning most of Stede (fucking Bonnet)’s crew, and you’ve become an obedient shell of the person you once were. To be honest, I’m not completely sure what this is. Just go with it and we’ll all have a good time. Apart from Izzy.

Warnings: Description/reference to Ed’s less than great mental state. (Let me know if I need to add any)

Word count: 1.4k

(A/N: I don’t tend to broadcast this fact but I write self-insert fics just for my own enjoyment with no intention of publishing them in any capacity. I started writing something and thought it’d make a good reader-insert thing, so I polished it and added to it until it turned out like this. In case it wasn’t clear, I love writing things where I can make my angry middle-aged man suffer (see: this fic I wrote on AO3; and no that definitely wasn’t some smooth af shameless self-promotion). Also, I finished and edited this in the aftermath of an all-nighter I pulled in an attempt to fix my nocturnal sleep schedule so I didn’t end up sleeping through most of my birthday (26th August, if anyone’s curious), so I wouldn’t be surprised if this is littered with mistakes. That’s also why my writing in this one has all the subtlety of a cricket bat to the anus. If you’re a big believer in ‘show, don’t tell’, well...)

“Cabin boy!” Izzy called as he hobbled across the main deck.

Perched on a stool, you looked up at him over the large wooden tub filled to the brim with soapy water and continued to scrub at his jacket in an effort to avoid being yelled at to carry on. Tucked under his arms was another pile of laundry. He seemed to be struggling to carry everything because of his cane, you noted. You decided against assisting him- he’d only bark at you for thinking him incapable of such an easy task, wouldn’t he?

"Bring these to my cabin when you're done."

"Yes, sir."

He dropped the clothes and bedding on top of the pile of his own that you were due to wash. Considering the fact Izzy had just emerged from Blackbeard’s cabin, you deduced that your reclusive captain was finally allowing you to do his laundry. You neglected to comment on the strong scent of rum and sweat emanating from Blackbeard’s heap beyond the involuntary scrunching of your nose.

"Does Captain Blackbeard want me to clean his cabin too, sir?" you asked.

Considering you were the ship’s ‘cabin boy’, it was strange that you had yet to clean your new captain’s cabin. Though, Izzy had generously allowed you to clean his room so many times that you had lost count.

"No. You're still not to go near it," Izzy answered sternly. "Unless you want to explore the bottom of the sea."

It was a warning he’d given you early on in your voyage as part of Blackbeard’s new crew. You guessed he was mercifully sparing you (for reasons unknown to you) from your captain’s wrath, not unlike how he’d spared you from being marooned. It wasn’t as though Blackbeard had been in particularly high spirits as of late, which is why you, Jim and Frenchie were so on edge. None of you would have been surprised if you woke up with your erratic leader holding his gun to your head.

You noted that Izzy appeared just as unsettled as you felt beneath your stoic veneer. Maybe he was shaken after another unpleasant interaction with Captain Blackbeard, you thought. However (as was the case with many questions you had nowadays), you knew better than to ask. You didn’t want to explore the bottom of the sea, after all.

"Alright." you nodded. "Do you need anything else, sir?"

Izzy stared blankly at you. He noticed that you hadn't stopped scrubbing since his arrival, and you were repeating the motion as though your life depended on it.

Perhaps it was just due to his recent altercation with his sobbing, screaming captain, but he was experiencing this creeping feeling of dissatisfaction. His captain was a drunken, weeping mess in his cabin, he didn’t get much out of scolding Jim and Frenchie for their fatigued scowls and muttering, the relief of having rid himself of Bonnet’s incompetent band of misfits was dissipating and he was beginning to resent the only one aboard the ship who obeyed him without question.

"What's the matter with you?" he demanded.

You tried your best to hide your unease behind a demeanour of neutrality.

"Pardon me, sir?"

"You've been acting like a-a... fucking plank of wood ever since you joined Blackbeard's crew."

"I'm sorry. I don't understand, sir."

Izzy clenched his jaw. Your eyes widened.

In your defence, you were only half-sure you knew what he meant. That said, you were completely sure you didn’t want to discuss it with him.

"Don't lie to me. Of course you understand."

You swallowed your saliva.

"I wouldn't like to… speak out of turn, sir," you hesitated, shaking your head dismissively. The scrubbing intensified, alerting Izzy to the fact that you were more uncomfortable than you’d been letting on. “And I doubt you’d like me to- not that I presume to know your mind.”

He raised his arms in exasperation.

"I'm giving you permission to say what you want."

You froze. "I'm afraid... I don't have anything I want to say, sir."

That wasn’t necessarily a lie. There were plenty of thoughts residing in that head of yours, but you’d taken an unofficial vow of silence (well, silence involving things you suspected would earn you an involuntary one-way trip to the seabed).

Izzy huffed.

"I'm not trying to catch you out."

You didn't say anything.

"Christ." He rolled his eyes. "Who knew you'd be more fucking annoying when you're actively trying not to piss me off?"

"I'm sorry for annoying you, sir."

"For fuck's sake." Izzy groaned. He would have preferred it if the tone of your apology was dripping with insincerity, rather than a poorly suppressed desperation to not be tied to the anchor. “If you don’t say something in the next 10 seconds, I swear to-”

Well, if he really insisted…

“You know exactly why I’m like this.” you snapped.

He looked at you stiffly. You allowed yourself to roll your eyes, something that strangely pleased Izzy.

“You want a crew that gets on with the work without a word. I don’t know what the Captain wants, but I know how to avoid pissing him off.” you continued. “I want to keep all of my toes, or, if I’m being optimistic, my life. If I want what I want, I have to do what you two want. Hence the ‘acting like plank of wood’.”

Your gaze lingered on him.

“Well, I thought it was what you wanted,” You couldn’t help the smirk that crept across your face. It had been so long since Izzy had seen it. He hadn’t realised how much he’d missed it until it reappeared. “And I’m guessing you thought you wanted it, too.”

You glanced down and went back to scrubbing. He guessed that this time it wasn’t to appease him as much as it was to irritate him. It was bloody working.

“So, you’re finally disillusioned.” you declared sardonically. “What sent you over the edge, then? Blackbeard? Guilt?”

You grinned beneath his irritated glare, not bothering to look up at him.

“I might be wrong in assuming this,” you went on (though you didn’t sound as though you thought you were wrong in the slightest). “But I can’t help but wonder if maybe you had something to do with this miserable situation we find ourselves in.”

Finally, you briefly met his gaze again. His eyes widened. He shifted uncomfortably.

"Even so, you want to fix this, right?” You didn’t bother waiting for confirmation. “Well, since you asked for my thoughts, First Mate Hands,” you said mockingly. It made him wonder if, all the other times you had formally addressed him, there was some taunting hidden within your words. “I suppose I can make a suggestion.”

“What?” he uttered gruffly.

“Get Stede back.” you advised. Before he could protest- “He’s our only real hope. If he started this downward spiral, as I suspect he did, he’ll be able to put a stop to it. Hopefully he’s managed to keep himself alive.”

You maintained your bitter grin and looked Izzy straight in the eyes.

“Of course, if he is dead, or if Blackbeard ends up killing him, we’re completely fucked.” you shrugged. “In which case, I’m off to the Republic of Pirates at the first chance I get. You’re welcome to join me, if you actually try to get Stede back.”

“Do you seriously think the promise of running off into the sunset with you is worth searching high and low for that fancy man?” he sneered.

“Well, I was worth ‘vouching for’, as the Captain put it.” you countered smugly, pretending not to notice the blush that spread across his cheeks. “Besides, I’m hoping it won’t come to leaving. I tend to like it here when things aren’t totally miserable. I’d quite like for things to go back to the way they were.”

You cleared your throat. The smirk fell from your face. Izzy watched as your whole demeanour shifted once again.

“I hope you’ll consider what I’ve said, sir.” you stated, your voice lacking most of the humour that it had possessed mere seconds ago. “If you want me again-” You looked up at him. Your eyes were unlike your voice. His heart leapt at the glint of mischief. “You’ll have to ask.

“I wouldn’t like to say something at the wrong time and incur your wrath.”

#izzy hands x reader #izzy hands #edward teach #ofmd x reader #ofmd #our flag means death x reader #our flag means death #x gn!reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral!reader #x gender neutral reader

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someone-always-cares · 5 months

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chapter 5, page 60

first - previous - next

[image description: an sac webcomic page. the shelf crashes onto schmidt, pinning them. her mask is now fully formed, aside from the growing horns, showing the eye holes surrounded by branching tendrils that match the ones on her shoulder and hands. markings that are easier to view in the close up of her, glaring directly at the viewer, the highlights in her eyes now more like her tendril shapes rather than the wiggly lines they were before. with one hand on the counter, lewis quickly vaults over the shelf and person trapped under it, all that is seen of them is the sparking hand reaching up at him. jade worriedly grimaces downwards at schmidt, one hand on the doorframe she's facing, the one they just tried a few pages ago. end id]

so i didnt finish this page due to stomach pain on monday so it wasnt done tuesday, so i thought, okay, well, lets get it finished on wednesday after i take my bro out for a birthday movie.

and then i got back, took a 20 minute nap so id have a little energy to draw comics! and then i woke up 5-6 hours later, at 3am. 3 alarms slept through (despite being a light sleeper) and lights still on. the 5 hours sleep each day took its toll i suppose, so i went back to sleep, so heres the comic today!!!

speaking of waits for comics! its time for the annual fucking off period! also known as "taking a break" like i do in december, buts lets be honest, i will not be taking a break. like always i will just be working on other things because i cant just not draw for too long.

hopefully this means i will be working on a buffer, finally. i will for sure be working on making chapter 1 book ready! if im very lucky i will get that sorted and ready before next febuary (got a couple large cons there) but thats a very generous estimate and assuming self funded and not kickstarter, but i can do that with some savings if i only get a small amount of books because chapter 1 isnt long. wish me luck.

so yes, this is the last update until january unless i end up making a holiday drawing who knows.

until then, im also going to try and upload more art to my art blogs (@galaxia-art on tumblr and galaxiaprince on instagram) and speaking of socials, shameless self promotion for my etsy because if youre looking to buy something from outside the uk then the last days for doing that and getting it before christmas is the 4th-7th december (depending on country) (or the 18th if you're in the uk). if you dont care when it arrives then all's good whenever!

anyway, thank you all so much for reading my comic, and i hope you all have a great rest of the year!

#sac #someone always cares #webcomic #webcomics #comics

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luciehercndale · 6 months

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So 👀 I saw you mention Kellila smut possibly in the works. I love them, best ship around imo (because I am in love with both of them). Super curious if you can give any more information on this idea you've had? I am begging for crumbs.

Me too, I love them both to bits 😍 and they are the reason for my current writing inspiration atm, esp. when it comes to smut 👀 and I need more people to scream about them because tumblr doesn't have a big Adsom fandom 😭

And shameless self-promotion, I have a collection of Kellila one shots on my A03 page, and some of them are M/E (only the last one has Threads spoilers)

I wrote two pages already, so it's almost done. The basic idea is that Kell can't find Lila anywhere in the palace, and he finds her somewhere he doesn't expect. It will probably be E-rated but there is going to be a loose plot and conversations about a topic that I introduce in the beginning. Let's say it's set post Shades canon, with no Threads spoilers.

I'll leave a tiny (not explicit) sneak peak under the cut 👀

He sighed at the mess in their room. Lila wasn’t just good at the art of disappearing without saying where she went, she was also a master at leaving all of her things around whenever they came back to the palace to check with his brother. And her room on the ship didn’t look any better. He rolled his eyes at the thought. Was he considering his bachelor room their room, now? Yes, he definitely was. But he could not lie, that was their room. Something had shifted once she decided to stay in his life, in his London, but also in his bed. They had christened the bed like a ship on its maiden journey. He had never taken anyone in his private chambers; she had been the one and only. Likewise, there had been champagne, which Lila liked even though it got too fast into her head and made her giggly and unpredictable. There had also been fireworks both inside and outside of the room, because their return had coincided with Rhy’s birthday celebrations.

#posta #adsom #kellila #kell maresh #lila bard

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