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Fuck it, I'll write a one shot myself /hj

Omg when I saw your fic on Redacted and Sarah Christ I HAD to come see it, because it's a ship I've had in the back of my mind for a while and never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd find a fic for it, let alone one that's written so well!! Do you happen to know of any other fics for it? Also, do you think they have a ship name?

Bad news, my fic is the only one right now

Good news, I know that at least one other person has one in the works right now.

So you have to keep your eyes peered on AO3 :>

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"𝕬 𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖝 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕬𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔, 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 𝖎𝖙𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋. 𝕾𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖋𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘. 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘. 𝕬𝖓 𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖘.” Another raffle winner, thank you to Zaca for letting me draw Sunburn Infernaze! It was so cool drawing the pheonix boy, and I adore him very much. Especially because he is the boyfriend to the one and only Raven (#ravenurbanAU .) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl7TWs7oZ-z/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#ravenurbanau #artraffle #oc #pheonixoc #raffle #mythicalcreature #characterportraits #rafflewinners #digitalart #art #portrait #digitalillustration #mysticalart #fire #flame

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Worked on a commission for a very special, drunk dhampir boy! Damian was super fun to draw and thank you to Gale for supporting my commissions :) They will be publicly open soon (I hope). #dnd #dndpc #dnd5e #dnddhampir #dndcharacterart #characterart #dndcharacter #drunkcharacter #digitalart #art #digitalillustratipn #commissions #artcommission https://www.instagram.com/p/CkSv2iNoEo_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#dnd #dndpc #dnd5e #dnddhampir #dndcharacterart #characterart #dndcharacter #drunkcharacter #digitalart #art #digitalillustratipn #commissions #artcommission

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3 lovely raffle winners on one of my discord servers! They were all really cool characters and I appreciate my friends submitting them! #dndpcs #artraffle #dndcharacters #dnd #dnd5e #characterportraits #rafflewinners #digitalart #art #portrait #digitalillustration #dndcommission https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj-nRDaDIwA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#dndpcs #artraffle #dndcharacters #dnd #dnd5e #characterportraits #rafflewinners #digitalart #art #portrait #digitalillustration #dndcommission

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Glop needs no introduction. Glop is glop. Glop is from the Far Realm and is my Plasmoid Abbarent Mind Sorcerer! There isn't a single thought behind those eyes. . https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg59LrOoa8b/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#plasmoid #ooze #dndplasmoid #dndooze #sorcerer #dndsorcerer #dnd #dnd5e #dndart #dndpcs #dndcharacter #dndcharacterart #art #digitalart #digitalportrait #digitalillustration #digitalportait #oc #ocart #drawing

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"Can you draw hands or feet?" Me: Pft- Please. ... Please don't make me.

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"Can you draw hands or feet?" Me: Pft- Please. ... Please don't make me.

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Did an art trade with @lugwoodart on Instagram , and I drew her orc barbarian, Kitir! He was so fun to draw, thanks for the trade!

#arttrade #arttradesopen #orc #orcbarbarian #dndorc #dndbarbarian #dndart #dnd5e #dnd #fantasyart #fantasy #fantasyorc #digitalart #digitalillustration #art #sharingiscaringinstagram #smallartist

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THE FIRST DRAWING OF THE YEAR AND IT TOOK ME SO LONG! It’s my 3 self-inserts /personas, which are all OCs that have their own stories and stuff (each in their own respective universes). I plan to draw comics and stuff about them but here’s a little profile of each of them. I really love these 3 dorks. I made 3 different hashtags for them too!

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THE FIRST DRAWING OF THE YEAR AND IT TOOK ME SO LONG! It’s my 3 self-inserts /personas, which are all OCs that have their own stories and stuff (each in their own respective universes). I plan to draw comics and stuff about them but here’s a little profile of each of them. I really love these 3 dorks. I made 3 different hashtags for them too!

#selfinsert #selfinserts #selfinsertoc #beefantasyAU #ravenurbanAU #townhouseAU #fantasy #urban #fantasyurban #oc #ocdrawing #ocart #digitalart #art #orginalcharacters #superpowers #powers #nonbinaryocs #nonbinaryoc #introduction

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Poetry

Vishruti: How do I tell someone that I want to hit them in the face with a brick over and over again?

Crimson: One wishes to acquaint your face with a fundamental item used for building walls. Repeatedly.

Vishruti: Poetry.

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Throwback to when I assigned tumbler memes to my irl friends

Me and My friends

Meeha: The best part about the cookie is the chocolate.

Nelly: I respect your opinion... but it’s wrong. It’s obviously the cream!

Crimson: Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You can not have one side of a coin.

Crimson, looking into the mirror: …Ayo Socrates, it’s a fucking cookie

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BEHOLD: THE COLLECTOR, MARIGOLD MAGPIE! For context, this is My OC Bee (they/them), and Bee was invited to an event, which was a masquerade ball. They each had to come up with fake identities, so they went as a world renowned collector or ancient artifacts, secrets and knowledge. The flower in their hair is a Marigold, and Magpies are natural collectors, so they’re name was Marigold Magpie. Oh my goodness, this was honestly just a *ball* to draw (pun intended). I wanted to play around with texture brushes and lighting and that was such a new and fun experience for me!! Designing the dress was really hard but I’m very glad I trusted the process because it came out splendidly! I didn’t have time to draw a marigold or a background so those were taken off the internet, which are there if you swipe.

#oc #ocdrawing #ocart #orginalcharacter #nonbinaryoc #nonbinaryart #nonbinaryartist #ocmasqueradeball #masquerade #masqueradeball #masqueradedrawing #masquerademask #masqeradeart #digitalart #digitalillustration #digitaldrawing #art #illustration #drawing #instagramart #instagramartists

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Escape

Since the beginning of it all,

I've had this anxiety-inducing feeling.

It echoes in my mind but also in you, my beating heart,

Your screams loud and shrill, craving one thing only.

Be still, I say, be still my chest,

your excessive breathing does me no good,

for what we seek is impossible;

and what you seek it from is unknown.

You tell me we need to leave, to go,

I tell you I agree.

But what are we leaving behind?

What is it you want?

Do you wish to leave this house?

The place we call home?

"Home is where the heart is", you say

"I do not wish to beat here."

Do you want to leave school?

The place where my biggest achievements were fulfilled?

"The word 'school' drives itself like a stake into me", you say.

"I do not wish to beat here."

What is it you need to run from?

Where must you take my body?

You do not answer, you simply reply, "Escape."

Let me escape.

Now I see, it is impossible.

Escaping externally will not suffice.

For I do not wish to be alone with my thoughts,

but rather escape the prison that is my mind.

#poem #poetry #freeform #vent poem #personal vent #vent poetry

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Alone

The word 'alone' is often interpreted as a sad thing.

It evokes sympathy and fear into most hearts.

Most sociable hearts.

Why would anyone ever want to be alone?

People want friends, which means they want new.

New people to meet and relate to.

New interruptions.

Why would anyone ever want to be alone?

When I see the word 'alone', I do not think the same.

I see it as a world of your control.

A place of comfort.

Why would anyone ever want to be alone?

That's what people around me ask themselves.

I do not think the way they do.

I wish I did.

Why can't I ever be left alone?

#poem #poetry #freeform #vent poem #personal vent #vent poetry

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Petal in the Wind

I once saw a flower petal,

floating gently in the wind.

I wondered what it was like.

How did it feel? .

To be freed from the clutches that was once a home,

Now to be on a journey of its own.

.

To ride along the breeze with careless thought,

The working to survive no longer sought.

.

To slowly wilt as its life essence ebbs away,

To leave behind what it cared for just yesterday. .

I once saw a flower petal,

floating gently in the wind.

Was it all worth leaving behind?

I still don’t know how it feels.

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#poem #poetry #freeform #vent poem #personal vent #vent poetry #this was a for a poetry show and tell thing like in DDLC

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A Man on a Roof

A simply short story I wrote heavily inspired by a dream I had. I tried my best to do research on 1920’s fashion and culture, as well as try to make the New Orleans theme authentic. Constructive criticism is appreciated! (There’s also some lgbtqia+ representation in here since I’m basing this off my dream where I was the narrator and I am in fact LGBTQIA+) —

The sound of jazz resonated throughout the rather extravagant hotel venue, loud and upbeat. People swung along: dancing to the sweet melodies like there was no tomorrow. The band’s performance was booming with energy, passion and life; the colourful music painting a perfect picture of the ‘20s in all of the attendee’s minds. The dance floor was packed of all different shapes, ages and sizes. This gathering was one you wouldn’t forget. The sights, the sounds, the feeling; this 1920s themed extravaganza surely did live up to that title. I would know. I was smackdab in the middle of it all.

I’m going to be honest: I don’t really like parties. Too populated, too loud, too obnoxious – but I can’t say no to some swing. This party really was worth coming to, and for once I have to say I had the time of my life. Something about the general aesthetic, the beaming faces of everyone there, the historical backstory, it just made me swell up with joy (and excitement!). I was on my own, my parents were probably off making friends with other adults. In my hand was a glass of non-alcoholic champagne. I am but 13-years-old, after all. I continued to sway, careful not to spill my drink, when I happened to notice a boy leaving the party. He caught my eye, not for attraction, but intrigue. He looked to be a young man, around 16 or 17, but he was somewhat tall and lanky. Unfortunately, I didn’t get enough time to take a proper gander. Fortunately, nothing stopped my compelled urge to follow.

—- He was going to the roof. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry. No, he trotted nonchalantly to the elevator, his footsteps in sync with the music. He seemed to caper with the pleasant melodies coming from the venue. As he entered the elevator car, he lingered on to the tune with each step. The door closed before I could join him, and I watched the floor-level indicator above the gate gradually flicker to the roof of the building. Now, I know tailing people isn’t very polite, but I had taken a liking to the man’s… energy. Once taking a separate car up and searching a bit, I spotted the man near the edge of the flat roof. He continued to tap, now bathed under the glow of the full moon, illuminating his dancing figure. Since I could finally see his face, I can tell you he certainly was a rather attractive man. His warm amber skin basked splendidly under the moonlight; his eyelids shut. His low-ponytail of curly black hair swayed with him as he stepped, the music taking control of his body and mind. His outfit was truly vintage: a neat white dress shirt beneath some dark brown suspenders, the shirt tucked into his black dress pants. He also wore a dark chocolate-coloured bow tie and a light-grey longshoremen cap. Strong jazz could be heard, slightly muffled from the floors below, but that didn’t stop the young tapper from Charleston-ing his way around the roof.  Listen, I’m no professional dancer, but I like to have a bit of knowledge in any given topic. My little knowledge prompted a question in my head, “Aren’t you supposed to have a dancing partner for this particular swing?” I said nothing aloud though, for my focus was on observing this man’s joyous pep. I leaned against the wall, quietly enjoying the stranger’s strut, when the moment was cut short by the sound of giggles. He opened his eyes, revealing mahogany brown irises, only adding to his beautiful appearance. He and I both turned to see a group of young women, looking to be around his age, goggling the boy. I mean, you could say I was too, but I didn’t interrupt or jest at his actions; I merely gazed politely. The nearest girl walked up to him and began to chat, which ceased his dance. This disappointed me, he seemed to be enjoying himself and they decided to throw off his rhythm. He appeared uninterested in talking too, giving the girl a bored look and responding in short answers. From what I heard, she was clearly chatting him up, probably attempting to make a move on him. However, this encounter was also interrupted; for it was his turn to spot me. We made eye contact; his line of sight aimed downwards at my short figure. I immediately panic, thinking, “Crap. How am I supposed to explain why I’m here? ‘Hello sir, I followed you upstairs, I liked the vibes?’ Hell no.”  As I ran through all the possible excuses or justifications for why I decided to basically stalk this man up the hotel, I didn’t notice him making his way towards me. Nor did I sight the annoyed look of the girl he just left behind. He comes up to me, and soon realizing I was lost in frantic thought, gently places a hand on my shoulder. I snap out of my frenzied state, jumping at the touch and looking up once more to see him a lot closer than he was a couple of seconds ago. “Hey, you alright? You seemed frozen in time, dere,” he said with a gentle smile. His accent was faintly reminiscent of downtown New Orleans, which explained how his energy matched the parties so perfectly. It was smooth and peppy; an endearing tone. “Oh, yeah, of course,” I say quickly, still trying to find the right words. “I- uh- I liked your dancing,” was all that came out of my mouth, and I mentally facepalmed with the awkwardness that came with the broken statement. Instead of cringing at this display, however, he instead laughed. “Thank you, cher. And what are you doing, all alone on this here roof?” he asked kindly. “Just… exploring. I happened to notice you dancing when I got to the roof, so I kind of… watched for a bit,” I replied sheepishly. I mean, I wasn’t lying. I did explore the roof a bit before I found him, and I did spot his Charleston when I did. I just happened to omit the details of following him up the elevator car. And through the lobby. From the party. No biggie. “That so? Well then, can you dance?” he asked, extending a friendly hand and dishing out a genial grin. I panic again, but this time for a different, more trivial reason. “Oh, no, no I’m not that good at dancing-” “Really? Ya seemed to be enjoying it down there at tha’ party.” “…You saw me there?” “I watched you follow me, sha.” “…” Well, this was incredibly embarrassing. If I wasn’t already blushing from this whole ordeal (which I incredibly doubt – my face felt very hot), I most definitely was now. I should be thankful for his carefree attitude, because when my spluttered apology attempted to vocalize itself into comprehensible words, he simply waved it off and laughed once more. “Oh, it ain’t nothin’. Don’t worry ‘bout it,” he assured light-heartedly. “Still, I wouldn’t mind if you joined me. It’s fun to have a dancin’ partner, ya know?” “I- well… I guess a bit of dancing wouldn’t hurt,” I admitted. He extended his hand once more in invitation. I hesitantly accepted, and as soon as my palm fit into his, the grip strengthened as I was whirled to his side in the open area near the edge. As the next song started to play, and we couldn’t help but get lost in the music, I heard one phrase be exclaimed from the still-anonymous boy beside me, “Laissez les bons temps rouler!“  —- I had easily resumed my cheerful demeanour by dancing with the man, enjoying our time to the fullest. Despite my lack of expertise in cutting a rug, we enjoyed ourselves quite a bit. It was more of feeling out the music and letting the rhythm take you, relishing a fun stranger’s presence. Sadly, this enjoyment was often interrupted by a third party, who continued to loiter around on the roof; each individual taking their turn in attempting to woo the boy. Louis, as I now knew him, also kept up his trend of giving the girls a cold shoulder, and we exchanged a cheeky grin each time one would storm off huffing. However, something did confuse me slightly. Well, the women were exceptionally beautiful. They also didn’t seem rude, or arrogant; they actually seemed rather kind and friendly. Some even referred to Louis by name, meaning he was probably familiar with the ladies. They simply were shooting their shot, and Louis would keep refusing one after the other. Obviously, he wasn’t obliged to humour any of their advances, but it’s like he didn’t even acknowledge the idea of dating them. I am a curious – and frankly, unfiltered – soul, so as the last dame trudge off to the group, I turn to my new friend and say,  “Hey, mind if I ask you something?” “Sure, what’s on your mind, cher?” he replied smoothly, as we both watch the gaggle of women finally exit. “You know em’? The group there, I mean,” I clarify, though there wasn’t such a need for it anyway. I just have a bad habit of… shedding light on things that aren’t as dark, you feel me? “Yeah, they’re good friends of my brother’s. Why?” “Oh, well, they seem awfully interested in you.” “Yeah, they do that now and then. I’m used to it.” “Can’t take a hint, huh?” “Yeah, you right.” I decide to sit down as the current song begins to fade out, allowing myself a small break before the music resumed. Louis takes a seat beside me, sighing. I press further, while simultaneously pondering why I was so curious about his decision to dismiss these dates. Looking back on it, it was really none of my business, but something about the rejections just felt oddly… familiar. Still, I probably shouldn’t pry into other people’s matters. “May I ask why you constantly say no? I mean, they seem like lovely ladies. Are they just not your type?” He doesn’t reply at first, so I immediately jump to the conclusion that I upset him in some way. He’d be justified in feeling so, but I soon come to realize he was thinking of how to answer. After a few moments, I got the reply. “Sort of. I mean… in a way? They don’t know that though,” he says with a smile, to which I respond by giving him a quizzical look. What was that supposed to mean? I’m pretty embarrassed I didn’t realize it sooner when he sees my expression, and states, “Oh. I’m gay.” I stare at the boy for a few moments, blinking. I then burst out into laughter. What a heteronormative approach I took to my questioning. Me, of all people! He was amused with me, and we share a joyous laughing session to the realization.  “Ah… no wonder I related to your rejections,” I say with a cheerful grin. He quirks an eyebrow, and asks me with a curious twinkle in his eye,“Hm? What are you talking about sha?” “I’m bi. And non-binary. That’s partially why I found it so ironic that I didn’t get that sooner.” We chuckled once more, now aware of how hysterical the situation was when the final song of the evening began. He gets up first, helping me up, and we find ourselves dancing our way into the night.