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fantasykiri5 · 9 months

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I participated in @mcytblraufest and got paired up with @foxgloveblue as the artist for his fic;

A Bed of Grass and Twine

(Which you should totally go read right now, go go go)

Doing this was a blast! Lucas mentioned pomegranate imagery when I first started drawing my peice(s) and I kinda went a little wild, lmao!

#my art #mcytblr au fest #third life #traffic life #third life fanart #traffic life fanart #grian #grian fanart #goodtimeswithscar #goodtimeswithscar fanart #gtws #gtws fanart #scarian #desert duo #This was actually so fun to do I want to participate in more events like this in the future #also go follow Lucas right now do it and go read the fic go read it neowwww #alright bye

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sad-leon · 1 year

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!!!important question how does shadow leo meet splinter!!!

>:) the angst is here

Leo totally passes out from exhaustion and pain

Splinter is having an entire breakdown

Mikey and Raph are very confused

:D fun times

#shadow leo #sad•leonart #rottmnt leo #rise leonardo #rottmnt au #i still dont know how to draw splinter #april and usagi are throwing their own little celebration part (its just a sob fest)#FUCK #I FORGOR LEOS FACE SCAR ON THE LAST PAGE #DAMMUT #im not going back to fix it #but hopefully i wont forget it in the future #I FORGOR ON TWO PICS?!?!#i need to stop drawing when im tired #asks #anon

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bottle-of-harpoons · 3 months

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Honestly tempted to make an AU where Carmine gets isekiad while protecting Kieran in the terapagos fight.

I like the idea of Carmine wondering around in another region with no memories, but being driven by this feeling that she lost something really important to her.

Meanwhile Kieran's back in Blueberry academy, having to deal with the fact that he fucked up big time as he searches for his sister. He starts to withdraw from the other students as he becomes obsessed searching to an unhealthy degree.

The rest of the elite four try to help Kieran find her but there's a bit of tension in the group. At the end of the day they're all just kids and this situation is just too much for them. They all begin to relay on Drayton more but this situation is a bit above him. He understands Kieran didn't mean for this to happen but part of him is still a bit resentful towards him.

Juliana is doing her best to keep the group together. She takes frequent (not so legal) trips to Area Zero to look for clues to Carmines location. She calls Kieran out for his unhealthy habits (not sleeping or eating) and does her best to help him through it.

One day, a certain train conductor turns up to the academy to investigate some rumours he heard about a students disappearance.

Also for extra angst, the first thing Carmine remembers is the name 'Kiki'. She can't put a face to the name but she just knows she feels protective over them and they're very important to her. She feels this desperate need to get back to Kiki to make sure they're ok.

However, as time goes on, Carmine starts to remember Kieran. But she doesn't remember him as her brother, she remembers him as the cold, distant champion he became. She doesn't associate him with 'Kiki' because they don't feel the same to her.

#pokemon #pokemon kieran #pokemon carmine #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon indigo league #pokemon juliana #pokemon drayton #it's just an angst fest were no one is ok #also submas reference #i keep writing aus where people help emmet heal after ingos disappearance #maybe this will be one where he helps someone else heal #also it makes sense because unova #honestly just wished carmine did something after teal mask #i dunno where im going with this #i wrote this after not sleeping for 24 hours

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underacalicosky · 4 months

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I’m happy to share that I’ve added an Epilogue for Anywhere Else is Hollow, my prompt fill for the @topwan-obikin fest!

When I was writing this a couple months ago, I had planned for this fic to only be three chapters, but @grapenehifics is amazing and recently convinced me that there was more to this story.

Things you’ll find in this chapter: soft Obikin, my fave boys going to a wedding together, clothes sharing, an appearance by the hair claw, and car sex. And the car in question?

#obikin #obikin fic #top wan obikin fest #obikin au #obikin go to a wedding #and have sex in anakin’s car

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salemoleander · 9 months

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Webweave for singing songs to the secrets behind my eye // sources under readmore

Made for the fic by @meganna2525 , my fellow artist is @leiththebard , and the beta reader for this wonderful fic is @overmorrowbrighter !

Is the House Haunted? / @thatsbelievable ◆ Microscope / Charles A. Spencer ◆ Eight of Swords ◆ Crypt of the bishop’s palace during the Bristol riots / William James Müller ◆ Excerpt from A Nothern Light / Jennifer Donelly via @soracities ◆ Silver Key ◆ Suit of Swords: I / Sarah Kipin via @thecollectibles ◆ Damaged Book ◆ Stylized Poppies Matchsafe ◆ Tehillim 5:10 ◆ A Vanitas Still Life With A Flute, A Skull, Music Sheets, A Gold Crown, A Dagger, Shells And Other Objects, All Arranged On A Partly Draped Table / Vincent Laurensz. van der Vinne I

#mcytblraufest2023 #mcytblr au fest #flower husbands #webweave #salem art #:D so excited to post the rest of this for the end of the fic!!!#pls go read the amazing story and send love to Leith for their awesome art!!!

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tinyluminaryzombie · 4 months

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@hprecfest Day 25: a fic rated T

spice and honey by @clare-with-no-i

Ship: James/Lily Rating: Teen And Up Relevant Tags: Alternate Universe - chefs, Petunia Dursey Warnings: N/A Word Count: 7,680

tagging along with her food reporter sister to profile James Potter, London's hottest young chef, is not how Lily Evans pictured her Monday going - especially if he's anything like Petunia’s described. needless to say, she's in for a whirlwind at Chez Maraudeur.

#hp fic fest #hp fic fest 2023 #jily #jily fic #lily evans #james potter #petunia dursey #chef james potter #muggle au #fic rec #jily fic rec #clare with no i #hp fandom #where queue go

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chillingxy · 9 months

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My piece for the @mcytblraufest inspired of @chyala-drawings' wonderful Royal AU!! I had so much fun doing this and it was an honor to read the fic when it was only a draft.

I hope I'll be part of more events like this, had so much fun<3

TIMELAPSE AND THEIR FIC UNDER THE CUT

Go read this you won't regret it

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48679156/chapters/122793487

#mcytblr au fest #jimmy solidarity #solidarity fanart #jimmy fanart #prince jimmy solidarity #i thought I wasn't gonna be able to finish this #but turns out if I actually concentrate I draw pretty fast #also this is going to be in my portfolio for college application #if I get in I get in #anyways #I HAD SO MUCH FUN #double life #empiresblr #new life smp #just for the clout #xys art stuff

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where-is-vivian · 8 months

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Watch The Lights Go Wild (HuffleStar on ao3)

Summary: Evan was 14 when he started a fan page for James Potter on Instagram. Back then, he may not have realised it, but he was totally crushing on him -- he'd even go as far to say that he was his gay awakening. Soon after he created it, he met Barty and Regulus, both running a fan page as well and just as obsessed with the singer as he was. They clicked instantly.

Now he's 24 and living together with his two best friends and they decided to go to an after-party kinda thing for James Potter's concert in Brighton, dancing and messing about. Who he did not expect to meet that night (or anytime after, really) was... Well you can probably already guess it, but read for yourself!

Tags: singer james potter, Musician James Potter, Fans, Fan Regulus Black, Fan Barty Crouch Jr., Fan Evan Rosier, strangers to best friends, Friends to Lovers, Singing, Clubbing, Fluff, SO MUCH FLUFF, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Getting Together, Famous James Potter, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Famous, Idiots in Love, Texting

RSKC FEST 2023

based on the prompt of definitelynotttheo:

At least one of them is a celebrity and/or social media influecer, and at least one is a huge fan The four of them meet and...the rest is up to you

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legolasghosty · 2 months

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I Belong in Your Arms

Happy JATP Feb Fan Fest day!!!! This is my gift for @interestinglittlerelationship! Hope you enjoy! (Also sorry I'm a bit late!)

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Relationship - Willex Rating - Teen Additional Tags - Foster Care AU, Friends to lovers (mainly friends at this point), hurt/comfort, heavy on the comfort!

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Alex takes a right at the prompting of his phone and spots the hanging sign for Bohemia Roast. A grin spreads across his face when he spots a familiar figure lounging on a table just outside the cafe. He debates trying to sneak up on them for a second, but decides against it. The accidental elbow he got to the ribs last time he tried makes a solid case against it. “Willie!” he calls out instead, tucking his phone into his pocket. Willie looks up and Alex can see the exact moment he spots him, because his whole face lights up. Alex is still a good ten feet away when Willie rushes him, nearly bowling them both over onto the sidewalk with the force of his hug. Alex squeezes them back just as tightly. It’s been way too long since they’ve actually seen each other in person.

Read Here on AO3, or read the whole fic below the cut!

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Alex hurries to the front of the bus, shooting a quick smile and a “Thank you” to the driver before stepping off onto the sidewalk. He’s 99% sure this is the right stop. Well. Okay, more like 64% sure, but that’s just the anxiety talking. His phone buzzes in his hand, telling him to go left. If Google can be trusted, his destination is only a five-minute walk away.

He turns and starts down the sidewalk. The sun is bright above him, even though it’s the middle of October. He ducks around a young couple taking pictures with some celebrity impersonator with a flashy white wig. Seriously? He hadn’t realized that was still a thing that happened outside of theme parks. Though maybe Hollywood is a bit like a theme park. It would explain a thing or two.

“Willie!” he calls out instead, tucking his phone into his pocket.

Willie looks up and Alex can see the exact moment he spots him, because his whole face lights up. Alex is still a good ten feet away when Willie rushes him, nearly bowling them both over onto the sidewalk with the force of his hug. Alex squeezes them back just as tightly. It’s been way too long since they’ve actually seen each other in person.

“Your hair’s longer,” Alex mumbles without letting go, those same strands tickling his nose.

“You still have this hoodie,” Willie responds, his fingers tugging on the pink fabric.

“Someone told me pink was my color,” Alex snarks.

“That person must be a genius,” Willie says, chuckling. “I missed you,” he adds a moment later.

“I missed you too.”

Alex doesn’t bother saying more than that, not yet. Right now, he can just soak up Willie’s warmth and familiar presence. Sure, Willie’s hair is a bit longer, and Alex is taller than him now, but they’re still the same people they were a few years ago when they met. And even though they haven’t seen each other all that often since Alex got moved out of the group home after a couple of weeks, they’ve still been in each others’ corners ever since that first night.

Eventually, Willie relaxes a bit and Alex pulls back. “So,” Willie starts with a smirk, “what brings you to Hollywood?”

“Oh, all the famous people,” Alex jokes. “I think I even saw Marilyn Monroe back there.”

“Wow, de-aging technology has gotten so fancy,” Willie retorts with a laugh. “Hasn’t she been dead for like… a while?”

Alex shrugs, faining innocence. “I’m just telling you what I saw.”

Willie stares at him for a second before they both burst into giggles. It feels good, laughing with Willie again. In person, not over the phone.

“Come on, you have got to try this place’s iced teas,” Willie declares.

Alex just grins as Willie grabs his hand and pulls him into the little cafe. The interior is warm and cozy, lit largely by the sunlight that streams in through the front windows. Shelves along one wall hold a mix of plants and in-house coffee blends. The rest of the space is taken up by stools and tables, along with a couple of couches. The place is just the right level of loud, enough that Alex can feel the life flowing around him but not enough that he feels the need to shout.

“Okay I know I said tea,” Willie says as they approach the counter, “but no pressure there. What do you want?”

Alex inhales the scent of fresh coffee. It smells great… for another time. “No I think I’m with you in the tea club today,” he responds. “Dan and Judy are nice and all, but I swear coffee is the only thing they drink. Period. I haven’t had a decent iced tea in like six months.”

Willie nods. “Makes sense, they sound like coffee people.” They glance up at the menu board. “I was going to try the passion fruit one this time, but the strawberry citrus I had last time was sick.”

“I’ll trust your judgment,” Alex agrees, swinging their still joined hands back and forth a bit. “Hasn’t steered me wrong yet.” He pauses, thinking. “Well, okay, except for that sushi thing. And Thor whatever number the last one was. And that dog that-”

“Hey, that last one is Google’s doing,” Willie protests, cutting him off. “I just gave you what the top search result was.”

“Yeah and then I got bit by a freaking lapdog,” Alex retorts, a laugh bubbling up behind his words.

“Wow, ‘freaking’?” Willie teases back. “Someone’s working on their language.”

Alex groans and drops his forehead down on their shoulder. “Dan and Judy blow a gasket whenever I say anything even remotely connected to a swear word,” he explains. “Like, come on, if you’re gonna be foster parents, you’ve got to be able to manage kids that come from homes where swearing is a thing.”

Willie winces sympathetically. “That’s rough, dude. You should leave them a nasty review on Rate My Foster Parent.”

“That’s not a real site,” Alex mumbles, but a smile is starting to pull at his lips again.

“But it could be,” Willie counters.

Alex rolls his eyes, then smirks. “Oh but how would lovely individuals like Ms. Hannigan ever stay in business then?” he retorts.

Willie shudders. “All the more reason for it to be a thing,” they decide. “I had to watch the 2014 Annie way too many times with Lydia while I was with the Bennets.”

“You have a point,” Alex concedes as the person in front of them finishes ordering and steps away.

“What can I get for y’all?” the woman behind the counter asks with a friendly smile.

“I think we’re in the market for iced tea,” Willie responds.

He mirrors the barista’s grin, but it’s not the same as the easy one he’d been wearing a moment ago. It’s a bit tighter around the edges, lips closer together and fewer crinkles around his eyes. Alex is familiar with having different smiles for different situations of course, he probably has half a dozen himself. And Willie’s “I’m being polite” smile isn’t nearly as distinctive as it was three years ago when they met, which is a good sign. But still, Alex wishes he could lift some of the weight that pulls at their face when they’re pretending to be happy, but not sure if they’re allowed to exist.

“And you said the strawberry citrus, right?”

Alex starts, realizing he zoned out for a second. “Yeah, that one,” he tells Willie. He gets a glimpse of the real smile again at that. It makes him feel all light inside, just like it always has.

Willie finishes ordering and reaches for his wallet.

“No it’s cool, I got it,” Alex says, hand slipping into his own pocket.

“Nah, Caleb gave me an allowance for this kind of stuff,” Willie responds, pulling out a $10 bill. “I think he’s trying to teach me financial responsibility or something.”

Alex shoots him a questioning glance. Willie’s eyes say, talk about it later. So Alex lets it go and just drops a $1 in the tip jar. The woman tells them it will be right out, so they head over to the other end of the counter. Alex leans back against one of the tall tables to wait.

He’s a bit startled a moment later by a warm arm pressing against his own. He glances over to see Willie almost leaning on him, arms folded protectively and eyes fixed on the people behind the counter. Alex can’t help but remember all the times Willie grabbed his hand or pressed their feet together under the table or wrapped him in a hug back when they were in the same foster home. It had been nice back then, but 13-year-old Alex hadn’t considered why that was Willie’s first instinct for helping him. Heck, he hadn’t even heard of love languages till around a year ago.

Alex hesitates, then wraps his arm loosely around Willie’s shoulders. They don’t pull away, to Alex’s relief. Instead, Willie edges a bit closer, shoulders relaxing a little. Alex fights the urge to brush his lips against their cheek, just to see if that would make the real smile come back faster.

Neither of them stirs for a few minutes. The cafe continues to move around them but it doesn’t touch them. They just stay in their little bubble as they wait for their teas. They could be talking, but it’s nice to be quiet every once in a while with someone you love.

Eventually someone calls Willie’s name and slides their drinks across the counter. Willie darts forward, grabs the cups, and is back in front of Alex within moments. “Inside or outside?” he asks, grinning.

Alex glances out the window. “It’s still warm enough for outside,” he decides, taking his cup and grabbing Willie’s now-free hand.

“I don’t know, you might catch a chill, white boy,” Willie teases, following him out to the table where he’d been waiting earlier.

“Eh maybe I won’t get yelled at for not going to church on Sunday then,” Alex jokes.

Willie frowns and Alex regrets his words. “They shouldn’t be yelling at you,” Willie points out softly. “Especially not for that.”

Alex shrugs. “Yeah, they shouldn’t,” he agrees. “But there’s not much I can do about it.”

Willie nods and squeezes his hand. They have to let go of each other as they sit down on either side of a small, wooden table, but Alex brushes his toes against Willie’s, just to keep the contact he knows is nice for them both.

“So, tell me all about-” Alex sets down his cup to throw up some jazz hands, “-Caleb Covington?”

Willie giggles. “Yep I guess that is how I text about him, isn’t it,” they remark.

“There are sparkles around his name like every other time,” Alex confirms, laughing.

“And I stand by it,” Willie states. “This guy is very extra. But… not in a bad way? I don’t think?”

Alex leans forward, resting his elbows on the table to listen. “I mean he did give you coffee money,” he points out. “Isn’t that stuff supposed to stunt your growth or something?”

“If I didn’t already know that was a myth, I’d believe it now,” Willie responds. “I swear Caleb drinks like half a pot of the stuff with breakfast and he’s like six-three or something.”

Alex laughs. “So what you’re saying is that you need something else to blame for being shorter than me now?”

“Guess so,” Willie says, nodding. They don’t say anything else for a moment and Alex waits, knowing by now that sometimes they just need a minute to collect their thoughts. “He’s cool so far,” Willie says finally, a bit softer than before. “And he’s gay, which is nice. I haven’t met his boyfriend yet, but he sounds chill from what Caleb says.”

“That’s great, Wills,” Alex remarks, offering an encouraging smile.

“Yeah, he’s like the chillest foster parent I’ve ever had with all that,” Willie agrees. “He even… um… he mentioned we might even be able to get the legal stuff squared away so I can start HRT if everything goes okay with the GP next month.”

Alex can’t help the surprised laugh that escapes him. “Willie, that’s awesome!” he declares, grabbing Willie’s hand again. “You’ve been wanting that for like… ever.”

Willie nods and offers a hopeful smile. “Well cross your fingers for me,” they answer. “I mean… I don’t know if I’ll last long enough for that to actually happen.”

Alex immediately reaches across the table and latches onto their other hand as well, making Willie look up at him. “Hey, no,” Alex says quietly. “No blaming yourself for any of that. It’s not on you to make yourself this perfect kid that fits with all the random expectations of stupid white people. They knew they weren’t going to get perfect kids when they registered to be foster parents. Heck, they signed up for not-perfect kids when they decided they wanted to have any kids at all. Other peoples’ bad choices and reactions aren’t your fault.”

Willie bites his lip but nods again. “Yeah. I know that,” he says. Alex isn’t fully convinced, but he doesn’t push it. “It just sucks that I’m the one who gets screwed up after.”

“Yeah, it does.” Alex squeezes Willie’s hands, then lets go of one to take a sip of his tea. “Oh dang, this is awesome,” he remarks.

Willie grins, not all the way but close enough to make Alex feel fluttery. “Right? I don’t know what kind of crack they put in these, but it’s seriously addictive.”

“Yes,” Alex responds, pointing at him before taking another swallow. “How’s yours?”

“Sick,” Willie says. He sips at his drink again, then adds, “Caleb apparently comes here a lot. It’s not that far from where he works so he’ll come here on lunch breaks or something sometimes?”

“I probably would too if I was close enough,” Alex admits.

“Same. But he brought me here like the day after I moved in, something about serious conversations requiring caffeine. But said ‘serious conversations’ were all like… what kind of breakfast food do I like? And favorite movies? And allergies, even though I’m pretty sure that’s already in my file or whatever?”

“Sounds like my level of serious conversation,” Alex says, chuckling. “But I think I’m starting to see what you meant before about him being extra…”

Willie laughs. “Yeah, he’s just like that I guess. I mean he runs this fancy club place on Sunset Boulevard, so I guess it checks out. The place kinda sounds like an old speak-easy sometimes from how he talks about it.”

“Good think alcohol isn’t illegal anymore then,” Alex jokes.

“Man, I don’t think he’d get caught even if it was,” Willie responds. “He’s like scarily good at talking people into things. These couple of missionary dudes showed up at our door last week and I’m pretty sure Caleb had them questioning their own fancy book by the time they left.”

Alex smirks. “Serves them right.” He falls silent for a moment, sipping his drink. “So you like it there?” he asks.

Willie bites his lip again and nods. “Yeah, I do. And I’m scared I’m gonna mess it up. That I’ll drive him away.”

Alex laces their fingers together a little more securely. “Well whatever happens, I’ll still follow you,” he promises, just like he has dozens of times over the last few years.

Willie smiles, a bit shaky but so real and honest that it makes Alex’s face warm in its glow. “You too,” they reply easily. “We’ll figure it out.”

“One day at a time,” Alex finishes.

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codes-and-stuffs · 10 months

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would anyone be interested in a teeny little wra server.. just for people who still are so attached to the wra.. writing them arting them reading fics seeing art all these things.. just the wra enjoyers do you think we should have a discord just for the good vibes

#wither rose alliance #wra #empires smp #empires s1 #geminitay #mythical sausage #fwhip #pearlescentmoon #idk what we'd DO maybe we could make aus and collab on stuff!!!!!!!#realising there's always so many of us at exchanges and still feeling bad about not being able to go through with the fest fic #would be cool to meet people and collab and hang out idk maybe this is silly!!!!#codes codes

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cuteiemonster · 9 months

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He sighed heavily, fatigue weighing on his shoulders as he raised a trembling hand to rub at his weary eyes. He didn't know how long he'd been fixated on the flickering screens, desperately searching for answers amidst the chaos that unfolded before him.

My piece for the @mcytblraufest !! One of them, at the very least!

I had a blast working on this for @canadiankakashi 's fic, [ ASHES TO ASHES ]. If you enjoy the idea of Glitches and Bugs being actual bugs and eldritch abominations, boy do I have the fic for you!!

#xisumavoid #hermitcraft #mcyt au fest #mcytblraufest23 #idk what else to tag this with. if anyone needs anything else let me know !#giggles as i add the xisuma tag. yes thats X. if you squint hard enough he has green on him. just trust me bro #no but seriously this was fun and i was GOING to base my piece off the bugs but alas.#i drew messed up bugs anyways i just didnt have the brainpower to figure out a composition that i liked for those ones </3 #but this one. i like it a lot. this fic is so fun and i had a genuine blast reading it [ does a silly little dancey dance ]#points at all of you. read it. NOW.!!!!!!!!

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kitsunespawz · 9 months

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Look! I drew horse!!

I had the absolute pleasure of drawing art for Rice's amazing fic Home Is Where The Horses Are :D

Go give it a read! It's hungarian nomadic Ethubs, how cools that??!!

#bdubs #and mi amore #mcytblr au fest #Would you believe me if I told you that I haven't drawn a horse before this? No? Because I don't believe it myself either.#hermitblr #kitsunedoodlez #fanart #but also like official art?#hermitshipping #or well. it is in the fic.#or idk it's late I should go sleep. good night

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like-the-rest-of-la · 1 year

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✨️Inspiration Saturday✨️

@rewritetheending @spotsandsocks and @gayhoediaz tagged me for Fuck It Friday (THANK YOU SO MUCH💖💖💖) and @spotsandsocks tagged me again today for Inspiration Saturday, so ... here's something I've started today 🙈 it's the Buck is cursed fic (and at the rate I'm writing, it miiiight be finished for Halloween 😅). I'm also kind of listening to Hostage of Love on repeat for this, so that's well, certainly a bit of an inspiration for this fic 😅

If you'd asked him six years ago—right when he started out at the 118—Buck would've told you, he was a solid 50/50 on whether or not he believed in curses. Then, seven months in, he became familiar with the q-word-jinx and the number shot up, straight into the 75-percentage-range (with a decided peak around the time he was stuck in the locker room when the fire suppression system had been activated).

And eight months after that, the remaining 25 percent of doubt were what made him laugh uncomfortably at the—"How dare you Evan Buckley? How dare you treat me like that? We had something magical going on and you just destroyed the best thing that's ever happened to us! And—after all of that, you think you can just ghost me?"

"Uh, what?" was all that left Buck's mouth, as he stared at the contorted, angry and tear-streaked face of a woman who'd just marched up to him in the middle of the station, right as he was cleaning the ladder truck. Her skin looked pale and clammy, almost feverish. Her piercing eyes though, they looked so angry that he wouldn't have been surprised if they ended up shooting actual daggers at him.

Several drops of water were dripping from the washcloth in Buck's hand onto the floor in an almost-rhythm when he quickly followed that up with a concerned, "Umm, are you okay?" Because she really did not look like she was.

"Am I—Am I okay?"

I'm gonna tag @nymika-arts @buckactuallys @renecdote @princessfbi @mellaithwen - and also @rewritetheending @gayhoediaz and @spotsandsocks right back - since it's Sunday here - you can use that as a tag for Seven Sentence Sunday 💖💖

#it's gonna be a bit of an angst fest i think 😬😬😬#like-what if i take Buck's worst fear of being left and unlovable and have it manifest in a curse snnsjsdnd #anyways #we'll see were this is going 😅#lisa writes #fic excerpt #au shenanigans #the buck is cursed fic⚡️

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