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“You have won,” the ram’s voice bleated from the shadows. “Take your prize, hero.” Eliot picked up the golden crown of the High King of Fillory. With an inarticulate cry he threw it like a discus off into the darkness.” The Magicians, Lev Grossman

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The accidental and subtle insanity of this statement. EVERY time I think about her ALL I think about is Jamie

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#wow #beautiful #art rec

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Keeley Jones 💙 my love

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So this is what I drew for @spagbol99 for @marveltrumpshate.

#beautiful #i love the purple bandages #and his hearing aid #and that he's fine #and phil is NOT happy #but still patching him up :)

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Someone to crowd you with love

Someone to force you to care

Someone to make you come through

Who'll always be there

As frightened as you

Of being alive

Being alive

#can i be friends with you?

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How it started/ How it’s going- a fanwork origin story tag

Idk if this is something that exists and is floating around already so like someone yell at me if it does - but I’m just out here in my feels about where I started as a person who participates in fandom and where I am now because I remember being a little baby at it in 2020 deciding to make and post fan art for the first time and I’m just thinking about all the little ways I’ve grown creatively from getting to exist on the internet with a bunch of really cool people.

Anyway!!! I want to see your first fanwork (or earliest you’re willing to post!) and your most recent fanwork, whether it be art, or fic, or poetry or edits or gifs or whatever! And I wanna hear your fanwork origin story!! Tell me how your process has changed and why you make what you make now! Tell me your first fandom and the ones you’re currently making work for!!

I’m going to be the MOST annoying and tag all of my friends to do this for me, as a treat~ no pressure~ @mixtapestar @takenbyemrys @rubickk7 @hoko-onchi-writes @freneticfloetry @theaudity

Here’s the part where I reveal that I just wanted an excuse to be SO annoying and post these two bits of art side by side because Woa it’s crazy what 3 years can do to a guy.

How it started:

This isn’t my first ever piece of fanart, but it is the one that influenced my style the most? I look at it every once and a while and think: damn that’s the one that changed everything for me. I believe I’ve evolved quite a bit in the last few years and I do dabble with new things here and there but I think you can look at this silly green sketch of Jason Ralph and see how that technique shows up in all of the things I’ve done since.

How it’s going:

This is my most recent work. I’ve been dipping my toes into a new fandom space for the first time in ages and I think it’s funny the way that has changed how I’ve been working. I’ve been diving into color work more than I ever have before and I’ve been really proud of the last couple of pieces I’ve made. This is Carlos Reyes, he cries, more than he deserves to, but he’s still subject to my loyalty to the 6b default brush in procreate.

In conclusion this was a long post that heavily implies I just wanted to talk about myself, but actually just want my friends to hype themselves and all of their fandom adventures up and tag me 😘 also! If you see this! And I didn’t tag you please feel free to participate and tag me!!!!!!

Glad you’re here <3

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I’m obsessed with this show!

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Amazing Grace.

I love her.

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Sometimes you read a fic where the author is clearly and intentionally writing dead dove content like:

These garbage boys are going to torture and gaslight each other until they’re inextricably intertwined 😈 they are going to make each other the most fucked-up and worst versions of themselves 🔪 they will be so codependent and broken they will never be able to be with anyone else after ☠️

And, like, this is probably written by a pretty normal, well-adjusted person. Genuinely. The dove is dead but the author knows that the dove is dead because they killed the dove. On purpose. Gleefully. They were like “wouldn’t it be fucked up if…” and then wrote the if.

But then sometimes you read a fic where the author is like:

uwu these soft boys are soooo cute and in love 🥰 they’re so sweet and pure and good 💕 I just want them to be cutesy-wutesy and in lurveeee forever 😍 this is my new fic about soft boys being soft 💋 this is the height of romance 😘

And then the fic is. Not. The relationship is THE must fucked up, manipulative, passive-aggressive shit show where both characters are being awful to each other, but in the most socially-acceptable heteronormative way where you could 100% picture a friend of a friend telling you this bizarre story at a party while you’re sitting there like wow 😬 straight people are wild who acts like that?

I don’t read fics like that often, but whenever I do I’m always like................... 👀 you good? You doing okay? You seem to think this kind of behavior is, uh. Normal. And, uh, romantic? But these characters certainly seem to hate each other. Not in the narrative, in the narrative they’re super in love somehow but uhhh. Um. You good?

There is such a chasm between people writing something fucked up on purpose vs someone writing something fucked up on accident. And the latter is where things are not tagged properly, and they’re infinitely more disturbing imo.

#mmhmm

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The Sex Pollen Incident

Carlos leans forward to kiss him, and he kisses TK’s smile. “Pretty baby,” he murmurs against his lips, those lips that Carlos has missed so much. He’s missed them every day of the last three weeks.

“All of this bullshit and I still don’t know what happened,” Nancy says. The elevator dings, and she unceremoniously shoves them out of the doors when they open. “Room 495. Think you can make it?”

“Where are we going?” Carlos is standing in the middle of the hall, holding both of TK’s hands, just staring and staring, taking him in, letting the feeling of TK’s hands in his continue to unknot that anger he’s been holding onto.

“That would be a no, you cannot make it on your own,” Nancy says, going back to herding them, pushing them down the hall toward a door at the end of the hall. “Bride’s father says the rooms are on him. He feels awful that any of the first responders were affected.”

“Why do we need hotel rooms?” TK asks absently, still looking into Carlos’ eyes.

“Because you two need to bone to get over this pollen bullshit. Unfortunately, that’s the only cure. Good luck to both of you.”

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Many thanks to @freneticfloetry for the beta and cheerleading and to @ambiguouspenny for cheerleading and cheer-reading! I'm so excited to post a new work in a new fandom. Writing! Wow! I am really doing the thing again!

#fic rec

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Amazing Grace.

I love her.

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New personality just dropped~

Blame @freneticfloetry because I am. <3

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I finished and sent these back in January and for some reason I keep forgetting to post them, but here's one of my (belated) fills for @marveltrumpshate 2021: little Loki earrings repainted in demiromantic colors for @redgauntletblueshield. This was a fun project!

For anyone who might also be interested in getting something like this, my Etsy shop is linked in my pinned post, and there's a smaller but otherwise similar set of post-type Loki earrings in pansexual colors that has been sitting around for a little while. I also have another set of hook earrings like this that I haven't modified yet, and I could for sure do any three-color Pride flag; five-color flags are a solid maybe.

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Roy Kent/Keeley Jones/Jamie Tartt, Explicit, 12.5k

"Tell me what you're thinking," Roy says. "Er." Jamie shifts his weight a little. "Trying to figure out if this is real, but not too hard, 'cause I'm really fucking turned on. But I… thought you didn't like things this way." "I like different things with different people," Roy says, as if it's that simple.

(also affectionately known in my google docs as 'roy is a switch' fic)

#fic rec

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WIP Wednesday - Roy/Jamie(/Keeley)

Thanks @freneticfloetry for tagging me for WIP Wednesday <3

“On your knees,” Roy demands, pointing at the plush carpet in front of the sofa.

Jamie’s breath catches. He’s on his knees before he even really decides to comply. Roy lets out a satisfied hum and sits, his knee brushing Jamie’s arm.

Jamie lets his eyes drift shut as a warm wave of pleasure washes over him. God, he wants this. He isn’t entirely sure he isn’t dreaming.

Roy fits his fingers into Jamie’s hair, and Jamie tilts his head into the touch. Roy doesn’t pull though; if this were Jamie’s dream, Roy would be tugging on his hair right now.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Roy says.

“Er.” Jamie shifts his weight a little. “Trying to figure out if this is real, but not too hard, ‘cause I’m really fucking turned on. But I… thought you didn’t like things this way.”

“I like different things with different people,” Roy says, as if it’s that simple. Fuck. Is this what Keeley was talking about? “Go on. What else?”

Jamie swallows. “I dunno what this is. But I don’t wanna say the wrong thing and make it stop.” He blinks his eyes open; he knows they need to talk about this.

Tagging @rubickk7, @valonia47, & anyone else who may have something to share!

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wip wednesday

Tarlos edition! Have a snippet of the monster I’ve been working on, which starts posting on Sunday.

He presses his lips together and zips the dark duffel closed. It's the same one that TK had once shoved full of everything in sight that was his right before he'd walked out the door, and part of Carlos still can't quite believe that either had come back again.

"Tell you what," he says, bringing the bag back over to the sofa and setting it down next to TK's left leg. "You carry that, and I'll carry you."

TK sits up straighter and does that thing where he cycles through half a dozen different expressions before Carlos can blink — surprise and suspicion and delight and disbelief and worry and wide-eyed wonder.

"Are you serious?"

"All the way to the top." He holds his hands out so TK can slot their palms together like puzzle pieces, doesn't pull him up so much as act as an anchor until he's standing again. "So what are we thinking?"

"I'm thinking… that you're the sweetest," TK murmurs, fingers trailing fondly over Carlos' chest. Then he screws up his face, anxious and adorable and probably a little painful, considering. "And also that it might give me vertigo? The whole room sort of swerved to the side just from getting up a little too fast. If you literally sweep me off my feet right now I'm pretty sure I'll pass out."

Carlos winds his arms around his waist, shivering a bit when TK shifts to let him take some of the weight that's keeping him upright.

"Well we wouldn't want that, now would we?"

"I mean, maybe not in this context," TK says, "but I can think of a couple ways it wouldn't suck." He tilts his head the tiniest degree, mouth quirked at the corners, eyes full of mischief and heat. "Can I get a raincheck?"

Tagging @mixtapestar, @hoko-onchi-writes, and anyone else who feels like sharing!