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#I promised. I delivered.
New fanfic! You can find it on AO3 here!
And I’ll Wear White
There were two reasons Louis could tell that the Rowan standing next to his desk wasn’t real.
The first was that he had never once seen Rowan wear any color but black, and certainly never anything white.
The second was that Rowan was dead.
Fandom: The Art of Pleasing Princes - Lee/Hornyak
Tags: Louis Rosemont/Jason Bartok, past Louis Rosemont/Rowan Astor, Louis Rosemont, Rowan Astor, Jason Bartok, Maya Astor (mentioned), Maddox Horowitz (mentioned), Grief/Mourning, Closure, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Past Relationship(s)
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lambment · 6 days
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they couldn’t resist that last zinger
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hawberries · 1 year
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I have added: yet more ships to the MXTX bookmark catalogue :)
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celestellaz · 16 days
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Can you draw more C!Tommy! I love how u draw him :0 , maybe make him dress up like loveore :0c with reds
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This is the best I can give, anon I’m so sorry that this req has been rotting in my inbox for 4 months
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(loosely) that scene from potc... its so Them i think...
#apologies for the low quality scribbles i simply couldn't be fucked!! <3<3<3#and they're a lil funky.... i havent drawn em in a while....#but geez. man. oof. ough#the potential of the pining + Names ouagshashjafkanvfla#THE RITUALS ARE INTRICATE#scribble salad#franklydear#welcome home#ever since finding out how they call each other by last names my brain has been Mush over that#the layers!!! the potential for development!!!#what would the transition to first-name-usage look like#i feel like they're gonna be on first name basis Before they actually refer to each other by their first names#and maybe frank will call him eddie first.... maybe....#leaving eddie to be the one maintaining a sort of 'professional' distance#but in the process making their interactions Way more intimate and emotionally Charged than they would've been otherwise#its about the suspense... about the 'am i allowed to know what your name feels like'....#the 'i want nothing more than to know what my name sounds like in your voice'#receiving your mail and waiting for the time he finally allows that little distance to be closed with one simple syllable#or delivering the mail and waiting for him to open both doors w/ hand & name#both an allowance and a confirmation and an answer and a promise wrapped up in one little word#Im Just Speculating & Rambling at this point#OUGH FRANKLYDEAR <3<3<3<3#i cant wait to watch them really go Through the Horrors while falling in love#bc when nothing is real or certain what else can you cling to but each other#so abnormal about them....#wh has opened my eyes to the inherent romanticism & pain of mail carriers#they will always come to your door but they will also always leave#and the gifts they give you are always from someone Else#all you can hope for are those Moments where your fingers brush as they hand over letters#where the only true words between you are the ones hidden away in ink and belonging to neither of you
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🥤The OC Café🥤
Want a choccy milk?
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In order from left to right!
Carrie Caramel - by Yours Truly @the-pianist-from-accumula-town ❤️ (Runs the café and hosts this event!)
Colt Cattlemen - by @thelone-copper (Colt's farm provided the milk for the Choccy milk. Thanks, Colt!)
Robbie Robs - by @clownsuu (Silly little beetle. Almost depleted choccy milk supplies all by himself.)
More under cut!👇
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Skittles - by @saxophonelover1160 (BABY. SMOL. One of my faves 10/10 would draw them again)
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Ida - by @stormcellarwitch (Enjoys her choccy milk with a nice book)
(don't have a name for this next one so I'll call him) Bee - by @lexieshomee (Look at him buzzing around happily!)
Poppet - by @cupophrogs (The embodiment of that one "Sitting in a sofa the wrong way" meme)
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Dusty Bunny - by clownsuu (again! Can't get enough of his characters!)
Molly Moon - by @glitch-pep (She found herself a nice pillow❤️)
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Andre Macaw - by @dottyorange (I modified the feathers and legs to resemble Poppy's, hope that's ok. We need more animal OCs I love them)
Gnostica Discreet - by @moth-lover-not-mother (Dancing to the music with her bestie!)
Berry Beloved - by @shadytreelucy-blog (According to her description chart she had to be dragged out of her lab to join the fun, and honestly? Mood.)
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mimirjoo · 11 months
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Miguel deserves some dad glasses to look down from disappointedly
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divine-donna · 11 months
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an experiment
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the title is not related to this in any form. i just wanted to write something quickly for miguel. let’s just say i’m experimenting with some things. if anyone’s interested in like a fic, i’d be happy to write one.
anyways back on my spider-man stuff.
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for the last seven years on your earth, you’ve been the one and only spider-man. well not exactly spider-man or spider-woman. you were known by the moniker of spiderling. you didn’t really have a name when you started so the press gave one for you.
was it sort of juvenile? yes. but in all fairness, you were still a kid when you first became spiderling. late teens sure, but you were still a kid. and still hurting.
you were a master of the mystic arts first. something happened though. magic became almost inaccessible after a fight with a multiversal entity. the universe was at stake and you performed some risky magic to save it. at a cost.
you still had a little magic left, enough to perform a binding spell or leave magic circle traps. and it helps that slowly but surely, you’re regaining the magic you lost. especially since many of the villains you face, even as spiderling, have a penchant for magic and magical artifacts.
what you were not expecting was for your day to be interrupted with the sudden news that someone had broken into an office building. without being seen.
upon arriving to the scene, you were very surprised to find a villain that was...not yours.
they were confused, but wreaking havoc with civilians in the crossfire was not the way to go.
in the midst of your battle, your body literally slammed into someone that came out of nowhere. and he was most certainly not from your universe.
“watch it pal!”
“you watch it!”
“you literally came from nowhere!”
before he can argue back, you gave chase to the new villain. you had more pressing matters compared to that of a man that came from nowhere.
and it seemed that he was following after you.
neither of you could catch the villain, who was constantly glitching out. clearly something was going on, something greater and beyond your own universe.
the mysterious spider-man was keen on catching them, so you studied their pathways and predicted where they would go. you laid a simple magic circle trap and waited for the villain to step through.
everything was easy after that. a magical barrier, the sprinkle of magic that disappeared into the air, and a villain knocked out. safe from harming others. and even themself.
“that was...a lot easier than i thought.”
“it’s better to think about tactics.”
when you finally laid eyes upon the mysterious spider-man, you jaw almost dropped. almost. you had appearances to keep up.
he was pretty tall. and muscular. the suit certainly didn’t leave much room for the imagination.
you couldn’t be thinking those things! who even gawks at a random spider-man that literally appeared out of thin air.
you don’t say anything to him and simply leave, letting him deal with whatever the villain was. it was clear that must’ve been why he appeared out of nowhere. something in your gut told you.
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two weeks later, you got a visit from the mysterious spider-man.
he was just in your apartment! how did he get in? better not to ask questions.
you had just come back from your local bakery, goods in hand, and with plenty of freebies being the neighborhood spider person.
“(y/n), right?”
it was too late. you had already taken your mask off. and you simply blinked at him. “get out-”
he tosses you something and you catch it. a bracelet? “put it on. you’ve been recruited.”
“recruited? recruited for what? and why should i put this on?”
“come see for yourself first.”
if you were going to step through a portal, you might as well bring your baked snacks along for the ride.
where you arrived was...well, to say you were in awe with the place would be the understatement of the century.
spider people upon spider people. you had theorized ideas of meeting other people from different multiverses. but you didn’t think it could actually be achievable until now.
a lot of people stopped your guide to ask who the newbie was. from the conversations you picked out his name. miguel.
eventually his mask faded(?) away to reveal a...very stunning man. perhaps one of the most stunning men you’ve ever seen? even if he did look tired. but hey, who didn’t have a thing for men that looked like they worked overtime constantly?
“wait so...why do you want me to join this...spider society?” you ask before taking a bite into your baked good. you didn’t have lunch today.
“essentially? to keep the multiverse from collapsing. we have...run into a few of your own villains. the ones that use magic.” he says. “there are more like them. and for the most part, we have a lack of...magic expertise.”
“oh. so you want me to join to be that expertise?”
“precisely. besides, you already have experience with the multiverse.”
“and how do you even know that?”
his stoicism breaks with the slight curve of his lip, almost like a smirk. you could feel your heart begin to beat a little faster. “lyla.”
“on it.” the hologram pulled up...everything on you.
in fact, you wanted to faint seeing everything. even some embarrassing moments. “that umm...that wasn’t actually me.” you respond to his raised eyebrows at the scene.
“that’s not it. this one is.” lyla pulls up a video. “you defeated a multiversal creature. in fact, we presume there are more of them. they may be some kind of organization.”
“our job is to preserve the multiverse. and considering you have the most experience with this unknown entity, we need you.”
“perhaps need is a stretch. i thought you’d want me, y’know.” you joked. “because no one really wants me.”
“that’s not funny.”
“it’s funny to me.” you finish your food. “is the multiverse really at stake?”
“possibly. the point is that we keep it at a place where it isn’t.” he crosses his arms across his chest. “so, will you join us?”
you ponder for a bit before answering. “i have nothing better to do. sure.”
“good, good.” he almost smiles. he feels the muscles twitch but maintains his composure. “you have crumbs on your face.” he points to the correlating spot on his face to yours.
“oh.” you feel your cheeks grow warm with embarrassment as you brush them off.
“you still have some.”
you kept missing the spot, frustrating miguel just a little bit.
“here let me.”
his hand brushes against your skin and is gentle as he brushes the remaining crumbs off. normally you weren’t such a messy eater but you also usually didn’t eat in a universe you didn’t belong in.
his touch is gentle in comparison to his appearance. everything about him screams danger and pain. but it was, in fact, the opposite of that.
“next time eat in the cafeteria.” he says.
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sofiaruelle · 7 months
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Meet us at the Bus Stop~!
# a d (/s for joja)
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thesketchfox · 2 months
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sollucets · 11 months
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just yok things for @ahxu-laowen
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justlemmedrawnow · 9 months
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A younger Garak in his Obsidian Order days
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lazylittledragon · 10 months
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rabbit casket go to the gym and 2/3 complain the whole time
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foli-vora · 3 months
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hi—
so i’ll be saying farewell to foli this year. as much as i’m proud and so in love with what i’ve created here, she’s starting to give me major stress headaches and i simply can’t deal. this started out fun and sweet, but it has increasingly created bigger and bigger issues for me and it’s no longer a space i find comfort and peace in, so i think it’s time for me to move on.
i thought about deleting this blog, or slowly morphing away from what i’ve been doing here, but it didn’t feel right. i know it’s just a blog, but it still means something to me.
should you still wish to visit/follow little ol’ me, i’ll now be living over here. i’ll still be the normal unhinged foli that loves talking filth, just now under a different name with a shiny new corner of the internet/main blog.
this blog will stay up so you can still read my organised pile of trash that i know some of you enjoy, and i’ll probably still continue to write because i do love it, but it won’t be promised or often, and it’ll mostly be ao3 focused in other fandoms, and not so much surrounding the pedro fandom anymore.
i will be wrapping everything up here, so don’t worry about any unfinished series’—i wouldn’t do that to you lmao. thank you for the good times here, angels. i appreciate each and every one of you. hope to see you over on the new side. ily 💖
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diadraws · 10 months
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a new chapter of froggy marcy is up! we are so fucking back
read from the beginning here!
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hattoriscap · 3 months
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for tomorrow's livestream! 🇵🇸💖
share a screenshot of your donation ($5+) to the PCRF & you get to request a dnp doodle from me if you want 💗.
i believe dnp will be sharing another link for donations, but donating directly to the organization is good too, just share a valid receipt ($5+) with the date clearly shown as the 30th of jan (aka phils bday) 🫶🏼
at the end, i will match the total amount i receive & donate it to the same charity too.
free palestine! 🇵🇸
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