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crypitd · 6 months

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Condensed Inktober Illustration. Third Friday Fourth Week.

[Rise • Castle • Dagger • Angel • Demon • Saddle]

This one caused me the most issues, move the deadline and the project to CSP to complete it. Also found out that I made an error, so the "Fifth Friday" Inktober piece will be published on the 31st.

The sketches, scrapped ideas, etc. are all shown on my Patreon.

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Explanation of each representation (may contain spoilers):

Rise: The "rise and fall" of the Van der Linde gang.

Castle: Rock formations that look like castle, which in the game these kinds of mountains tends to become the gangs sanctuary.

Dagger: Arthur's dagger shown.

Angel: Hosea Matthews being the good leader counterpart to Dutch.

Demon: Dutch Van der Linde progressed to a demonic/fallen leader status.

Saddle: All three are horseback riding.

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i-am-worm · 6 months

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Inktober 2023 - Day Twenty - Frost CREATURE BONUS

I based this on that old idea of what the Loch Ness monster looked like and designed a creature that is generally a filter feeder. In the winter months will chisel away at ice with its bony jaw and melt it within its body, living off the algae, minerals and various microorganisms within the ice. Its body then releases condensed brine water from the vents in its back. This can be used at propulsion to limit use of its muscles in harder times.

#inktober #creature #monster #alien #inktober2023 #frost #ice #glacier #loch ness #creature design

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blessyourhondahurley · 2 years

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Burning the Ice

Donnie has to deal with a sulking customer at his busy bar. Such is the life of a bartender in Lebanon...

Suptober prompt: Vintage Flufftober prompt: Game Day (Sports) Fictober prompt: "Sounds like a you problem." Inktober prompt: Nest

(Read on AO3)

The place is packed tonight. The Jayhawks are playing the Tigers, and their epic rivalry has pulled every football fan in Lebanon into his bar. The servers have to move carefully, threading their way between the dense clusters of people packed around each of the big screens. The pool table, ignored for once, gathers a little dust in the corner.

The Jayhawks are ahead, but not by a lot, and there's still a chunk of game to go. The energy in the bar is a mammoth thing, an entity in its own right amalgamated from the intense, shared focus of nearly every person in the room.

“Nearly,” because there is one dead spot in all of this swirling energy. There's a stolid, sulky shape slumped at the bar, his back to all three TVs. A beer bottle sits in a tepid puddle of its own condensation on the wood in front of him. He's dragging a finger through the puddle, teasing the water out into lines that form intricate symbols. Every so often there's a strange trick of the light, probably a stray reflection from the overheads, and one of the symbols will seem to glow for a second.

Donnie shakes his head and wonders if the heat and the noise are bringing on a migraine. He hasn't had one in years, but if he's seeing weird shiny spots, maybe he's got one coming. He cracks open a bottle of water and chugs, hoping to stave it off with a little extra hydration.

He chucks the empty in the recycling bin and steps up to the man at the bar.

“Dean,” he greets. “Why are you here?”

“Whaddaya mean,” the man growls. “I'm here to watch the...” He gestures vaguely behind him, his voice trailing off.

“Yeah, no,” Donnie replies. “If you're here for game day, tell me who's playing. Uh-uh,” he adds, when Dean starts to turn his head. “Without looking.”

Dean flounders for a moment, then offers a limp “...Kansas?”

Donnie laughs at him. “Lucky guess, Cosell. Why are you really here?”

The man shrugs, a petulant look closing his face as he drops his gaze. His finger starts tracing shapes on the bar again, and Donnie has to force himself not to watch for the glow. He sighs and rolls his eyes.

“Not talkin' tonight, huh? That's fine. I can guess. Fight with Cas?”

Dean's head whips up, shocked.

“Yeah,” Donnie laughs. “You're that obvious. So what happened? Someone hang the toilet paper the wrong way again?”

The man takes a swig of his warm beer and grimaces. With clear reluctance, he grits, “He moved a bunch of the shit around in our room without tellin' me he was gonna do it. One of my Zep posters got torn.”

“You're here drinking room-temperature Margiekugel because of a torn poster?” Donnie asks incredulously. “Sounds like a you problem.”

“It's vintage!” Dean protests.

“So what? eBay exists for a reason. So does Scotch tape. You're really gonna let this blow up into a big thing between you? What, you think he tore the poster on purpose?”

“Pff, no, 'course not. Cas would never do that.”

“Well, why was he moving things around in the first place?”

“He was bringin' the rest of his stuff in. From his old room, from before we got together. Poster got torn when he was movin' in his extra bookcase,” he grumbles.

“So, your husband of one month tries to surprise you by adding the last of his single-man possessions to the nest you two have built together, and instead of swooning at the how romantic of it all, you decided to get pissy about a piece of old-ass paper getting a little ripped?”

Dean stares at him for a full minute, mouth agape. Then his jaw snaps shut with an audible thunk. “Shit,” he says. “I'm an asshole.”

“Pretty much,” Donnie tells him. “You wanna talk about why you once again fixated on some tiny unimportant detail to get upset about instead of focusing on how ecstatic he makes you? How unbelievably lucky you are to have found someone who would agree to tie his life to yours despite all of your ridiculous bullshit? Are you up for a deep dive into your ongoing fears of commitment and your own happiness? Or should we skip straight to the part where you settle your tab, tip me handsomely, and hightail it out of here to go home and apologize to your husband?”

“Uhhh, I'll take option B, please,” Dean mutters, slapping a twenty on the bar.

Donnie pockets it and does not offer him any change, even though drinks are half-price for the game. “You should probably stop and pick up some flowers on the way, man. Cas deserves that. I mean, he deserves a freakin' medal for putting up with you, but flowers would be a nice token.”

Dean nods dumbly and clambers off his stool. Before he can turn to leave, Donnie grabs his sleeve. “Hey, tell Cas I said hi, and that I'm sorry he married a dumbass. Bring him out for nachos next week, okay? I'm getting in more of that honey stout he likes.”

“Yeah, will do. See you then. Thanks, Donnie.”

“No problem, Dean. See you later.”

In a stadium hundreds of miles away, the Tigers fumble and the Jayhawks recover the ball. The crowd in his bar roars, and Donnie watches the instant replay while he wipes up the puddle where Dean's beer had been.

#suptober22 #flufftober2022 #fictober22 #destiel #supernatural #day 09

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azure-za-raid · 7 months

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Inktober OC-Edition #9:

Bounce

Caelum like to have fun with inventing what others consider to be “useless magic tricks”

He created a spell that takes magical energy, condenses it, and gives it the properties of a bouncy ball.

#azure za raid #inktober #inktober2023 #oc tober #az’s oc tober #az’s OC-tober #hybrid complex #caelum santos #hc caelum #my art #OC #OC art #OC lore #magic spells #traditional art #sketch #oc sketch

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batialite · 1 year

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Inktober 2022!

I decided to condense the few drawings I did for Inktober into one post. At least two of these will probably get their own post though!

#artists on tumblr #artwork #artist #fantasy art #dnd #my art #fantasy artist #fantasy character #bats art #vampire #clown #vampire art #clown art #monster girl #monstertober #inktober #drawtober

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mossycobblestonearts · 1 month

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these were my attempts for inktober 2020.

i suck at commitment, i've tried for YEARS to complete inktober 😭 this was my final huzzah. in order to give myself a fighting chance, i was going to combine and condense the prompts so i would have less drawing to do. i gave up mid third drawing - though not because i decided to stipple the whole thing (like a fool) but because i literally ran out of time with high school.

try to spot all the bits!!

drawing 1, prompts 1-5; fish, wisp, bulky, radio, blade.

d2.p6-10; rodent, fancy, teeth, throw, hope.

d3.p11-15; disgusting, slippery, dune, armor, outpost.

#inktober 2020 #art #traditionalmossyarts #traditional art #mossyarts #combining prompts #inktober fail #maybe this year?#probably not tho #maybe i'll challenge my friends

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hebkid · 7 months

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Inktober day 7. Drip. I was thinking of condensation, which made me think of steam. That brought me to the steam engine. Still working on portraits without using eyes. Hebkidart.com

#illustration #artwork #art #ink #scifiart #digitalart #inktober #inkart #drawing #artist #inktober 2023 #inktoberchallenge

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scazrelet · 2 years

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This is still a bit of a sore spot for me. I've organized my space as much as possible, but there is only so much I can do to make use of the small amount of that space I have. And when I do get things organized I tend to put things back where they belong, but it still slows devolves into entropy. The best advice I can give is to make a place for everything. If it doesn't have a place to go it ends up shoved on top of other things or randomly wanders your room forever like a lost child. And take time to store your work properly. I ended up losing some very good work due to bad storage. Water built up from condensation and ruined the pieces. As for digital... keep multiple iterations while you are working AND MAKE DUPLICATE COPIES OF FINISHED WORK ON MULTIPLE DRIVES. Use a backup drive, an SSD if you can, which you don't keep constantly connected to your PC, or make use of online storage (though honestly it's more expensive in the long run) * * * I actually started this project some time ago, to coincide with (not)Inktober 2020. I'd been noticing a lot of artists struggling - in no small part due to that year’s (not)Inktober challenge. I knew a lot of people were stressed from COVID, feeling pressured to perform, and frankly burning themselves out. So I decided to make daily tips on how to be a better artist *without actually making any art*. It seems counter intuitive, but I think there were a lot of folks at that time who’d really spread themselves thin and just need to take a breather. Artists in general are perpetually at risk of burn out, especially within the current algorithm driven web culture. So I hope these serve as a guide and a set of reminders to help people, both beginners and veterans, through these strange times we're living in. Even when we just need to take a break and de-stress we can still move forward together.

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cloversdreams · 7 years

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(typed version below for those that don’t want to try and suffer understanding my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad handwriting… I highly recommend it)

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“Welcome to eternal damnation you bad, bad boys.”

Izuku opened his eyes at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. He looked over at the smirking blond before himself for a second and immediately noticed his horns and bat-like wings. Izuku’s own feathered wings twitched at the sight. Those horns, those wings, that pointed tail, the red outfit, and the devilish smirk all meant one thing-

“Demon.” A voice hissed.

Izuku looked to his left and saw not one but two familiar faces. “Kacchan? Shocchan? What’s going on?”

Neither of them took their eyes off of the smirking, yellow haired demon. Shoto’s wings twitched in irritation as he said, “Never take your eyes off a demon.”

The yellow haired demon rolled his eyes then said, “Yes, yes, I’m a demon. I would say it’s nice to meet you… but it really isn’t.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Katsuki demanded to know.

“Couldn’t agree more, let’s get right down to business.” The yellow haired demon nodded and then snapped his fingers. A clipboard appeared out of thin air and he let his eyes wander over it slowly. “Says here that you three were plotting some sort of revolution blah blah-oh! Here we go! Extremely high levels of lust from all three of you! Nice!”

Izuku immediately averted his gaze from the amused demon. Sure he might have had one or two impure thoughts but it wasn’t like he could ever act on them. Why was it such a crime? He gasped when he realized that the demon had said all three of them were guilty of said thoughts. That meant- ! He looked over at Shoto and Katsuki to find that neither of them would look at him.

The demon’s gaze fell to each of their loincloths in turn as he purred, “I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised to see that your anatomy has changed a bit since you got here.” He couldn’t help but laugh when all three sets of eyes widened at once. “Don’t worry about it. Shit like that wasn’t allowed up there but down here it’s encouraged. Why else would we give you the means to fulfill your darkest fantasies?”

“Shut up. You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Shoto snapped.

“Oh, but I do. I’ve known the pleasure of having a fallen angel in my bed for the past two hundred years.” Right on cue, there was a sudden crackling sound and another being appeared. This one had black, feathered wings and red hair that was flat against his head save for two sections in the front that stood up like makeshift horns. He walked up behind the blond and slid his arms around his waist. The blond smirked at the surprised looks he saw as he hummed, “You three remember your former brother, and my current lover-”

“Kiri? Is that you?” Izuku couldn’t help but shriek.

The redhead smiled from ear to ear as he replied, “Hey guys, long time no see. You’re absolutely gonna love it here. I know I do.” He smiled as he nuzzled the blond and then nipped at his ear.

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crypitd · 6 months

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Condensed Inktober Illustration. Fifth Friday.

[Remove • Beast • Sparkle • Massive • Rush • Fire]

The sketches, scrapped ideas, etc. are all shown on my Patreon.

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Explanation below:

Remove: Animals being removed, by rushing from their homes

Beast: Animals are beasts, but the fire is one too

Sparkle: Sparkles around the fire beast to insinuate that this is supernatural

Massive: Massive wildfire

Rush: Animals rushing away

Fire: Wildfire beast

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warriorrazor · 3 years

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Welcome to the Spooky Family AU Masterpost!

The Spooky Family AU is an AU for Spooky Month (which is a web animation by Sr Pelo). I’ve posted quite a few things for it, so everything I’ve posted for it is all sorted out here for your convenience!

Very quick and basic summary:

Lila finds out Pump is being extremely neglected by his father. Pump stays at her place all the time and she loves the little guy so she is having NONE of that. She goes through the whole process of reporting child neglect, getting a lawyer and doing large amounts of court research, and gaining custody of Pump. Lila and Skid then proceed to shower him with the love and affection that he deserves, and they become the most loving, spooky, Halloween-obsessed family the world has ever seen.

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So that’s a very condensed explanation of this AU, but I’ll probably be posting more stuff about it as I develop it more. While I do, please feel free to tell me what you think about this, literally any comments/questions/asks/additions would make my day!

For now, here are some AU details (fun facts?) that probably vary in importance:

Spooky Family boys reference

Lila doesn’t want to leave Skid in the dark about the situation. She tries to explain it to him in kid terms. Thankfully Skid is an extremely empathetic kid and while he may not completely understand, he wants to help Pump however he can.

If you think Skid and Pump couldn’t get any closer, oh boy. Now that they’re brothers, they do pretty much EVERYTHING together. They’re inseparable most of the time. They somehow manage to never get bored of each other.

Not only did Pump joining the family bring him closer to Skid and Lila, it also brought Lila and Skid closer to each other. Their bond has never been stronger.

Pump is pretty touchstarved. Thankfully Lila and Skid are always there when he needs to be held.

Pump was at first shy about calling Lila “mom”, but after many days of Lila assuring Pump it was okay, he now says it a lot.

Because he didn’t always get much to eat, Pump will eat pretty much anything given to him, unlike Skid who would eat candy and dinosaur nuggets his whole life if he could. Lila often explains to Pump that it’s okay to have preferences and he can ask for snacks whenever he wants, both take Pump a bit of time to get used to.

Pump had like, two toys so he finds himself overwhelmed by the amount of toys Skid has. Skid wants to share them all with him.

Pump sometimes has nightmares of Lila and Skid leaving or abandoning him (as well as other things, he’s quite prone to nightmares in general). At first Pump would run to Lila’s room whenever he would have one, but now Skid has gotten good at comforting him too. (They share a room, there is a guest room but Skid and Pump love sharing a room.)

Pico sometimes babysits the boys (not a big part in the AU but I don’t want to leave it out bc Friday Night Funkin’ is what got me into Spooky Month in the first place-).

Posts so far in the order of the AU timeline (Bolded posts are important events, italics are fun facts n’ stuff):

Late night research - a drawing

Pump Joins the Family - a summary of Lila finding out about Pump’s father and her gaining custody of Pump

Hope Within Winter - a poem

Finally Together - an in-depth look at Lila working to gain custody of Pump, and a mini story of Pump finally joining the family. Additionally, the first drawing I made for the AU.

Pumpkin Bear - a drawing, a lil bit of writing, and a doodle

Weekly spaghetti night - a mini comic

Broken toy - a mini comic

Don’t separate them - a drawing

Safe and Sound - a small fic

Mother’s Day - a drawing and some doodles

Hugs galore - a drawing

A mother’s worries - a drawing (Additionally, midnight check-in)

Lil baker - a drawing

Stimming! - a drawing

Familial love - a mini comic

Inktober things - some lil sketches

Assorted fun facts

Skid and Pump ramblings

Lila fun facts

Jaune stuff

Hatzgang headcanons

Answers to some particular asks:

Pumpkin Bear vs Happy Fella

Protective Skid

Sometimes Skid needs comfort too

Sleeby tired

If you’re looking for more, take a look at the comments on this post! Some people have offered some amazing ideas and have helped me already expand this AU a bunch!

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So obviously this AU deals with themes of emotional abuse and neglect. I’ll be tagging my posts accordingly, and this AU will also be tagged “spooky month spooky family AU” and such, so please feel free to block the tag if this AU makes you feel uncomfortable, I won’t be offended. Also if there are any tags you want me to add, please let me know!

#spooky month spooky family AU #spooky family AU #spooky family au masterpost #spooky month #spooky month skid and pump #spooky month pump and skid #skid and pump #pump and skid #spooky month Lila #spooky month au #sr pelo spooky month #tw neglect #tw child neglect #tw emotional abuse #ask to tag #my two favorite tropes are hurt/comfort and found family can u tell #I have an eventual post planned about Lila finding out about pump being neglected #it may be a lil dark so I’ll definitely tag accordingly

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honeybunches-of-nopes · 7 years

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InkTober Day 4 – Underwater I am not good at drawing water effects, but I tried! Haha! Also my fist time illustrating more detailed jellyfish!

#inktober 2017 #InkTober 2017 Day 4 #InkTober underwater #underwater #jellyfish #cnidaria #aluminum can #soda can #water #water effects #condensation #ink drawing #micron pen #micron pigma #fabercastell #my art #also on instagram

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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 3 years

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Shatter-Aching, Pulled Right Apart

Shatter-Aching, Pulled Right Apart (Held Together Only With You By My Side) by Otaku6337

Maybe that's an oversimplification, condensing down a disjointed night filled with half-formed malignance (it was reaching hands and heat searing enough to disintegrate, revealing black, bulging muscles ready to tear-) and waking up far too often until finally, finally, light begins to bloom behind his curtains, a faded thing that has his more reflective posters and desk things glinting ever so slightly. It allows Izuku to dare to hope.

That fact is shown to be slightly illogical not long later, because he staggers out of bed only for his knees to already be giving way beneath him, tired mind and body too slow to catch himself before he's crumpling to the floor, his rug doing exactly nothing to cushion the thunder-crashing of it, joints howling and lungs spasming. His fingers clutch at nothing but their own scars.

Words: 1868, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 127 of Ota's One-Shot Wonders, Part 126 of Ota's BNHA Fic Stuff, Part 9 of Spilling Ink All Over The Place

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Relationships: Asui Tsuyu & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Midoriya Izuku is Not Okay, Midoriya Izuku is So Done, Midoriya Izuku Has Chronic Pain, Midoriya Izuku Has Nightmares, Asui Tsuyu is a Good Friend, I love her a lot, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is a Good Teacher, Izuku is having a bad day, Chronic Pain, it's okay to have bad days, and zawa just wants his problem child to know that, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Class 1-A as Family, Inktober, Inktober 2021

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34390111

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♠#Izuku Midoriya #Aizawa Shouta #Asui Tsuyu #R:T #A:Otaku #Dadzawa #Hurt Comfort

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ao3feed-dadzawa · 3 years

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Shatter-Aching, Pulled Right Apart

Shatter-Aching, Pulled Right Apart (Held Together Only With You By My Side) by Otaku6337

Maybe that's an oversimplification, condensing down a disjointed night filled with half-formed malignance (it was reaching hands and heat searing enough to disintegrate, revealing black, bulging muscles ready to tear-) and waking up far too often until finally, finally, light begins to bloom behind his curtains, a faded thing that has his more reflective posters and desk things glinting ever so slightly. It allows Izuku to dare to hope.

That fact is shown to be slightly illogical not long later, because he staggers out of bed only for his knees to already be giving way beneath him, tired mind and body too slow to catch himself before he's crumpling to the floor, his rug doing exactly nothing to cushion the thunder-crashing of it, joints howling and lungs spasming. His fingers clutch at nothing but their own scars.

Words: 1868, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 127 of Ota's One-Shot Wonders, Part 126 of Ota's BNHA Fic Stuff, Part 9 of Spilling Ink All Over The Place

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Relationships: Asui Tsuyu & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Midoriya Izuku is Not Okay, Midoriya Izuku is So Done, Midoriya Izuku Has Chronic Pain, Midoriya Izuku Has Nightmares, Asui Tsuyu is a Good Friend, I love her a lot, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is a Good Teacher, Izuku is having a bad day, Chronic Pain, it's okay to have bad days, and zawa just wants his problem child to know that, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Class 1-A as Family, Inktober, Inktober 2021

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34390111

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Dadzawa #♦#Aizawa Shouta #Asui Tsuyu #Izuku Midoriya #R:T #A:Otaku #Dadzawa #Hurt Comfort

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acreepqueen · 4 years

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Monsterlist

(If no link is attached that means it’s an upcoming story! Keep a look out and you can keep track of upcoming projects and the like.)

(I know this masterlist is small, but I’ll hopefully find more time to write as often as I’d like. It’ll be huge before you know it!!!)

Ongoing Stories

Naga Boyfriend (Servio) 1, 2, 3

Vampire Boyfriend (William) 1, 2

Fairy Boyfriend (Siofar) 1, 2

Selkie Boyfriend (Erroll) 1, 2, 3

Android Boyfriend (Omi/OMI-0175) 1, 2, 3

Prompt-Fills (Completed)

Howling with Laughter (Oliver)

Monster Match-Ups

Grim Match-Up (Calibris)

Werecat Match-up (Quill)

Sceadungenga Match-Up (Orran)

Werewolf Match-up (Chase)

note: I try to write monster match-ups to be just like a more condensed story; if I end up really liking a story I might revamp it or add onto it to be longer in the future, the original will remain up though!

InkTober 2020

Day 1: |Fish| Day 2: |Wisp|

Day 3: |Bulky| Day 4: |Radio|

Day 5: |Blade| Day 6: |Rodent|

Day 7: |Fancy| Day 8: |Teeth|

Day 9: |Throw| Day 10: |Hope|

Day 11: |Disgusting| Day 12: |Slippery|

#monsterlist #masterlist #monster x reader #monster lover #vampire boyfriend #selkie boyfriend #fairy boyfriend #naga boyfriend #writing #writing requests #monsters #exophilia

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purpleandgreen13 · 3 years

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SDV Inktober Day 3

Weather

Day 3 prompt is Weather. When the rain just won't stop, Jerusha's Howard's thoughts turn to her Grandpa. Luckily Harvey's there to provide some comfort.

In case you don't know, my main WiP is written from first person Harvey POV. This is a slice of life comfort fic written from his perspective.

I challenged myself to keep this one under 500 words:

Day three of rain. The white noise of rain pattering on the roof and dripping off the eaves is comforting to me, but hugely frustrating to my farmer wife.

Jerusha has been staring through the window watching as the rain creates rivulets through her fields, “The seedlings will all be washed away.” She grumbles.

Jerusha is a fair-weather person. She hates the rain and loves the sun. We’re opposites in that way.

She sighs so hard that she leaves a circle of condensation on the windowpane.

I slip my hand round her waist and draw a heart in the condensation with my finger, kissing her hair. She leans against me, and I marvel, as always, at how well we fit together.

“It’ll be fine. I’m here and can help to replant if you need.”

“It’s not that, it’s just,” She sighs again, “I always feel like I’m having to start over, y’know?”

This isn’t like Jerusha. She’s usually a glass-half-full kind of woman - optimistic and energetic. Three days stuck at home has made her a little stir crazy. I guess she’s feeling a little redundant.

“Hey, look at how far you’ve come,” I murmur, “Those pictures you showed me of the farmhouse, a tumbledown wreck to this.” I gesture with my hand, “A home for both of us. Your farm practically runs itself now, you’ve achieved great things, your grandfather would be very proud.”

“I dreamt of him last night.” Jerusha turns to me, “He told me he was proud of me. It was so real, as if he were here. He said goodbye and I get the feeling I’m not going to see him again.”

“Are you okay?”

A tear slides down her cheek, which she dashes away. “Hey,” Gathering her into my arms I murmur into her hair, “It’s okay, he said he was proud of you. Not everyone gets to hear that from their loved ones and if it makes any difference, I’m proud of you too.”

She turns away again leaning back on me, looking out of the window, holding my arms around her, “Feels like the rain is never going to stop sometimes.”

“Tell me about him. Tell me about the summers you spent here, the fun things you guys did, I want to hear everything.”

And so, Jerusha tells me stories of the little garden her grandpa allowed her to have where she grew her own summer spangles and poppies, the time the goats ate Grandpa’s pants straight off the line as they were drying, the food he used to cook for her and the dark quiet evenings when they would sit on the porch together watching the rain or the firelflies, or when he would tell her stories of his own childhood.

By the time she has finished, I know a lot more about my wife’s relationship with the man who bequeathed her this place, and she's smiling at the memories. Sunshine breaks through the clouds.

The storm has finally passed.

#sdv farmer #sdv oc #stardew valley oc #sdv harvey #stardew valley harvey #sdv #stardew valley #stardew harvey #harvey stardew valley #sdvharvey #sdv fanfic #stardew valley fanfic #SDV inktober #harvey sdv

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