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theartsharki · 22 days

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Hey Foureyes! Your 7 minutes in Heaven are waiting for you.

13 going on 30 Reddie AU my beloved. Been a while since I added anything to it… I think of it often.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it chapter 2 #reddie art #13 going on 30 reddie au #theartsharki art #the losers club #losers club #it chapter two #it 2017 #it stephen king #it fanart #it movie #reddie au

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yuridovewing · 8 months

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Hawkfrost in this book reads to me as someone who is really paranoid, and that's what fucks him over in the end and ruins his relationship with his sister. Cause like, he's not being supportive of Mothwing's interest here, but it's purely on the basis of "Oh my god Mothwing if you do that then everyone will think you're indecisive and noncommittal, so they'll throw you out and then we'll be homeless and now everything is so much harder and this could have been avoided if you just did what a warrior SHOULD do!" Not anything about Mothwing as a person. He's being wary and touchy because he's terrified that they're both going to be homeless at worst and scrutinized at best if they are not top of the line.

And the saddest part is... his paranoia is not unfounded. His clanmates DO distrust them and see them as lesser for not being clanborn. He explains earlier that he says they need to overachieve because of something Leopardstar had said.

Yknow.... the same girl who let her halfclan cats get executed. That one.

Also this entire situation is LITERALLY happening because Mudfur says out loud that they need a sign from StarClan because Mothwing isn't clanborn and thus doesn't have the privilege to become a medic without anything less than godly intervention. Like. Wow. Hawkfrost is not wrong here but it's so depressing cause that's not going to help his deteriorating relationship with his sister.

#im only on chapter 2 and going at it so slowly cause im distracted but lorddddddd. i am mentally ill over these two. holy shit.#mws liveread

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shadowednavi · 1 year

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y’all get TWO clips today (because I didn’t think I would finish this one before the weekend was out lmao)

(check out my blog for more of these progress shots!)

#deltarune #deltarune fanart #deltarune animation #deltarune chapter 2 #deltarune chapter two #queen deltarune #swatch deltarune #noelle deltarune #noelle holiday #drafting concepts for this section was very fun #oh god it's my art #I really need to start up a specific tag for this project #idk for now it's all going in my art tag

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madebysimblr · 2 months

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Joy: Oh sorry-

Cordy: [snorts awake] Huh?

Joy: I didn't mean to wake you… I did want to thank you though, for allowing me to come with today.

Cordy: [shrugs] Whatever.

[slightly awkward silence.]

Joy: Mae's a wonderful child.

Cordy: Isn't she? So much energy and fun. And she looks so much like me… I'm bummed none of Raina's genes are showing through.

Joy: Maybe when she gets older… Are you two only going to have the one?

Cordy: I don't think so… Even with the big age gap I have with most of my siblings I still really liked having such a big family growing up. But for now, just one. She's a lot on her own. Plus I don't know if I want to be pregnant again, though Raina could always carry the next one I suppose.

Joy: Very true. Was pregnancy rough for you?

Cordy: It really was. I was tired all the time, I still am. Every little thing hurt. When I was a month out from Mae's due date I was ready for it to be done. I don't know how my mom did it 4 times.

Joy: [laughs softly]

Silence... Joy notices tears in Cordy's eyes.

Joy: What is it?

Cordy: I hate… hate, that my mom never met her. My daughter or my wife. At my wedding, it felt a little empty. But I could manage. And when I was in labor, my sister was there to help… But someone was missing. The most important person was missing.

#simblr #ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 story #ts4 legacy #sims 4 story #sims 4 legacy #the steele legacy #the steele legacy: chapter one #joy #cordy #cordy :'(#one of cordy's biggest life regrets is that she didnt take raina to meet her parents when gigi brought it up #1. she would have seen sadie about a week or two before she died cant remember the exact timing #and 2 raina would have been able to meet her #:((((#on another note- cord and raina are def going to have more kids #and something that happened during this lil story is what determined it lmaooo

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skitskatdacat63 · 7 months

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Boy King AU | Vettonso + Martian | 1.3k

There's something about putting the future emperor of the Holy Realm on his knees like this. About how easily he goes, how willingly, how obediently. What would his adoring public think if they could see him now. If they saw their beloved king pressed down like this, in the cramped space between Fernando's legs. When they realized their little boy king took it like he was a little concubine instead.

Fernando's bitterness is lifted away in moments like these, like taking off a heavy cloak on a winter's day. It was hard to feel humiliated about his own situation when watching Sebastian debase himself like this.

He always gives himself up so easily. When Fernando threaded his fingers through his thick curls. When he pulled them, and then when he pressed his face down further down into the vee of his legs. Sebastian rubbed his cheek into the coarse fabric of Fernando's breeches and blinked up at him. Fernando had to smother an embarrassing sound; he was just like a little cat!

Sebastian quirked his lips up into an odd little smile and slightly rose up on his knees, "What's funny?" Fernando swallowed lightly and schooled his face back into being impassive, "Nothing. As you were." Sebastian simply smirked at him and let himself be pushed back down by the fist clenched in his hair.

Fernando scoffed internally, there was only so much pleasure in putting the other man in his place when he instead acted like this, this degrading action, was his birthright. He took to ruling and indulging in carnal pleasures as if they were of equal gravity. To be privileged to hold such high station and also let himself be taken apart like this…Fernando felt embarrassed for him.

He is dragged away from his musings when Sebastian moved to settle his hands in Fernando's lap, clutching his hips over the fabric and slightly squeezing; Fernando fought against the urge to shiver. Sebastian pushed up the skirt of Fernando's waistcoat and smoothed his hands over the opening flap of his breeches.

His eyes darted up at Fernando again, a daft smile on his face. Fernando scowled at him, "What?" Seb's grin sharpened, "You could stand to be a little more gracious. This is your future emperor, and future husband might I add, kneeling for you on this dirty, depraved, derelict- ah–" Fernando tugged on his hair again and hissed, "Well then, why don't you show me how eager you are to perform your marital duties?"

Seb licked his lips, completely unconcerned by Fernando's annoyance, and unbuttoned one side of the closure to Fernando's breeches and moved to open the other–

The door to the carriage flew open, arrival announcement dying on a wheezing breath as the servant took in the image the two kings made. One splayed across the seat, exuding power, the other kneeled, debauched, between the former's legs.

One would be hard pressed to determine which was higher on the totem of power and titles.

There was something gratifying about this to Fernando, about being caught. He had been humiliated enough throughout the entire courtship, what was one more thing? And, certainly, what was one more thing if he could drag Sebastian down into the dirt with him.

"Oh Mark, don't act so abashed! It's nothing you haven't seen before, in fact, we have been in this very position not even a fortnight ago!"

Oh. Yes. That.

It was hard to be completely pleased when he remembered how Sebastian had already spent years prior to their engagement sampling the palace's ample selection of fellow high-born men. And how all those men seemed to be completely and utterly wrapped around his little finger.

Fernando released his hand from Sebastian's hair as if it had burned him. He did not understand why he felt ashamed with Mark looking in on them like this. Fernando was the one marrying Sebastian, not Mark; Mark was just a lowly courtier who had the esteemed duty of spending practically every waking hour with the brat…something he himself was decidedly not looking forward to.

Sebastian stayed kneeling, staring impassively up at Mark, still fiddling with the clasp on Fernando's breeches. Fernando gritted his teeth and looked up from where he was watching Sebastian's clever little hands; Mark stared back at him placidly.

Mark's indifference made the entire situation worse. Fernando now felt as if he was not doing anything unique, not doing anything particularly new. How many other men had Mark caught Seb with in this exact position? Fernando felt like he was just another plaything of the boy king, soon to be boy emperor, except his position was forever, permanent. He was the "Kept King", the king who only kept his throne due to the whims of a boy who doesn't even understand what power is.

Mark coughed, "Well," he says, "Your Majesty, I do believe you have a meeting to attend." Seb pouted at him and whined, "We were just getting to the main course," but still braced himself on Fernando's thighs and got up off the carriage floor.

Seb pranced down the steps Mark had placed next to the carriage, miming tripping sown the stairs, snickering when his action made Mark reflexively reach out to grab him, and then playfully skipped off the final step.

Fernando couldn't help but stare as Mark made the weirdest grimace in response, and he inexplicably felt all his mortification seep away from him. Huh. Maybe Mark is-

Seb then turned around and frowned at him, seemingly disappointed, but his eyes are deceivingly sharp, "Fernando, I regret to inform you that I have other duties I must attend to, you will simply have to wait." He then grinned up at Mark next to him and giggled as the other man stiffened when Sebastian looped both of his arms through Mark's.

He leaned all his weight on the other man, Mark not so much as shifting his weight, "Oh Mark, won't you carry me back to the palace? I'm so very tired after all the horse riding," Seb looked up at him imploringly.

Fernando observed as Mark rolled his eyes and shrugged off the man, though notably not pulling his arm from Seb's grasp, and he got the distinct feeling that this exact scene had been played out countless times before.

Fernando clenched his jaw as he watched Seb turn and saunter off, Mark trotting alongside him like a loyal dog. Fernando was supposed to be the unaffected one in this partnership, the unflustered one, the unconcerned one. And yet here he stood, in broad daylight, in a foreign kingdom, on the steps of a carriage with his breeches half unbuttoned and his cravat in disarray.

He heard a cough from beside him, jolted and looked to the side. Sebastian's loyal Horse Master stood there, lounging against the side of the carriage. Fernando had forgotten who had even been driving the carriage in the first place. After Seb has let himself be pushed down, his hair still windswept from their ride together, everything else seemed to fade away. His thoughts were reduced only to how he could mess up the younger man's hair further.

Jenson grinned at him wolfishly, and casually crossed his legs, "First time?" he inquired. Fernando glared at him. The other man laughed openly at him, "What? He's a busy man with big prospects. You're not his majesty's only conquest, you know. Now your throne on the other hand…"

Fernando seethed, it was one thing to be humiliated by the future emperor, but to be patronized by the king's horse boy? No. It would simply not do. He closed his eyes in annoyance, pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaled, and prepared a speech about how he was not about to be talked down to by a man who didn't even have a throne to speak of!

But when he opened his eyes again and opened his mouth to begin his tirade, Jenson was already wandering away to tend to the horses. Dios mío, Fernando was not mentally prepared to spend the rest of his life with all of these impertinent morons.

#i love how i kept saying to people: no no i shant write any fic for this. only art.#me like two weeks later: hey guys :)#this is just: i was sitting in class and had a drawing idea but then im obv not drawing *this* in class so my brain went into narrative mod #not exactly 'baby's first ficlet!!!' but moreso ive not written in a while so i hope its alright???#but aaahhh this was actually pretty fun!! idk i think it was bcs i was also being brainrotted by the image of seb kneeling....#maybe ill draw it. but it felt like something that needed the context of narrative and not just oo here is a drawing!#anyways you can always ask me for a directors cut-(PLEASE PLEAE BEGGING PLEASE)#see this is why im not cut out for writing fic #its not like i dont think it can speak for itself. more that im just an overly reflective person who wants to explain all my thoughts #if i wrote fic itd really be just: chapter 1. chapter 1.5 chapter 2. chapter 2.5 #anyways i think its pretty obvious but this is before their wedding and just like peak bitterness.#well not peak. peak would be the first year- first few months of their marriage #but this is fernando who is only just realizing how naive all his expectations of seb were and getting a glimpse of his future #but mostly: mindgames and power play and: whos actually really winning?#also my god jense is literally the best chara in this au. he is vibing and basically just witnessing ye olde reality tv #mark and fernando are always in a weird powerplay with seb(even if seb isnt even consiously doing so) and jense is just free from it all #hmm now how does one go about tagging fic #vettonso #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #f1 #formula 1 #martian #sebmark #also idk why im always so concerned abt tagging when im basically just writing this for my little boy king following i have somehow formed #hahaha! it is art to me!:#catie.art.#boy king au

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hippolotamus · 6 months

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday 🍾

Tagged by the devastatingly talented @wikiangela @daffi-990 Thank you, loves 💖

Continuing on in you're where I wanna go (prev snippets here). Buck and Lucy survived their big day and I needed them to have a moment to unwind. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Buck steps out of the way, narrowly avoiding Lucy as she pushes past him towards a bottle of champagne he hadn’t noticed before. She lifts it from the tub of ice perched on a bar cart and holds it up victoriously, like she’s won a trophy. “Well, Buckley.” Lucy lands on the couch in an inelegant heap that makes Buck snort. When she settles, she rests the champagne next to her and begins pulling at her laces until they’re loose enough that she can kick her boots off. “You want to get the glasses or just share?” Years of etiquette lessons — coupled with dinners, luncheons and parties where he needed to know which fork was for salad and which spoon was for sorbet — make him want to retrieve the two champagne flutes nestled next to the ice bucket. But then he realizes he doesn’t have to. It’s him and Lucy, who just offered to share the bottle between them. No one else is there to judge or shame him. “You know, you’re a Buckley now, too,” Buck teases. He quickly snatches up the bottle and begins to twist the muselet. “Only on paper,” she reminds him. “I hope you know what you’re doing with that thing.” Buck huffs a laugh while he continues uncorking the champagne. “You think I never swiped one of these from a party or two?” His face splits into a wide grin when he manages to remove the cork and not spill any of it. “I’ll even let you have the first sip, because I am a gentleman.” “Ohhh, is that what you are?” Lucy smirks, accepts the offer, and takes a lengthy sip. When she’s done, she lowers the bottle, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “At least as much of one as you are a lady,” he counters.

No pressure tagging @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @stereopticons @elvensorceress @giddyupbuck mi amor @disasterbuckdiaz @monsterrae1 @spotsandsocks @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @eddiediaztho @thewolvesof1998 @forthewolves @chaosandwolves @wildlife4life @heartshapedvows @loserdiaz @your-catfish-friend @statueinthestone @buddierights @911onabc @hoodie-buck @the-likesofus @fionaswhvre @barbiediaz @eowon @ladydorian05 @apothecarose @vanillahigh00 @rmd-writes @welcometololaland LOML @lizzie-bennetdarcy @spaceprincessem @honestlydarkprincess @pirrusstuff @steadfastsaturnsrings @jesuisici33 @watchyourbuck and anyone else who wants to (please tag me in your snippets if you decide to so i can admire your work!)

#listen #these two are doing what they had to #they made it through their big day #they survived buck's mom #they deserve to be a little dumb and silly #queerplatonic relationship #lavender marriage #historical au #buddie wip #tease tidbit tuesday #fic: you’re where i wanna go #also #somehow this is nearly at 18k #and we're barely 2 main chapters deep #i'm proud astounded and baffled #hippo writes

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defeateddetectives · 6 months

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was having natsume's book of friends vs. matoba's book of enemies* thoughts again while waiting for the subway earlier today as one does and thinking about their default standing at the start of not just the series but also their lives and then throughout

many others have written probably far more coherently about this being a story about different takes on legacy which never ever stops to fascinate me but the way that natsume starts his life born as grandchild of reiko who vanished into obscurity but was immensely powerful and able to make contracts with immensely powerful yokai (often after beating them through either simple friendly games or trickery but never cruelty) and grows up with no real sense of connectedness with family until much later and inherited this collection of contracts that he now takes it upon himself to release them from these contracts as a way to restore the balance :)

and matoba who is born into notoriety into the strongest clan of exorcists (who by definition eradicate yokai) growing up with an identity impossible to extricate from his family and inheriting threats and curses and immense power that the entire exorcist community counts on him to uphold even as they hate him for it on top of inheriting mistrust from human and yokai alike what with the inability to make a contract because of his name alone and inheriting a legacy of violence and cruelty and so has continued to perpetuate it because there seems to be no other viable alternative to maintain the status quo of remaining the head of the strongest exorcist clan which is supposed to be his one (1) job :)))

[*the matoba seiji pov series that lives in my head]

#or okay fine one of two (2) jobs if we're counting the baby ceo of thirteen companies in a trenchcoat #i dont know entirely where i'm going with this but the contrasts in where they stand at baseline still keep me up at night #no this isnt yokai murder/torture apologism (or is it) but like. i'm still immensely hecked up about how far they've come in being able to #understand one another #though yeah no please still Do Not let that man anywhere near the book of friends or not for another hundred chapters #(maybe not even then but also maybe he will have put his wedding ring back on at least part-time by then so who even knows!!!!!!)#me @me: we're approaching a full week's worth of sleep debt again girl please go to bed #natsume yuujinchou #horrible exorcist number one

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jellydragons · 10 days

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If somebody asked Wind what he thought of Skyloft, he would probably talk their ear off for a solid half hour, then come back ten minutes later for more.

First off, it was in the sky? Just floating there? It was like something straight out of his Grandma’s stories, only bigger and tangible and wow.

He loved it here. It reminded him of home, in some weird way. It was just, well…

A shadow passed overhead, and Wind balled his hands into fists in an effort to keep from flinching.

There was just one integral aspect of Skyloft that he could really do without.

#my post #my fic #linked universe #linked universe fic #new fic time!#that's right i finally finished the long-awaited bird one that all of two people knew about! everybody clap!#emerging from the fic mines utterly haggard but victorious #aka i got hit with the writing bug this past week and so FINALLY finished chap 1 for this. and also chap 2.#that's right folks i wrote way more than i intended and had to split the chapter! again! hooray for words!#anyways here ya go enjoy wind having a grand ol' time. don't worry about the tags it's. it's fine

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theartsharki · 1 year

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Got commissioned to make a 13 Going On 30 comic by @kmcarras !!! I drew one of the final scenes in the movie and made it absolutely heart wrenching so you’re welcome. :)

If you’re interested in commissioning me…

#reddie #reddie art #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #it chapter 2 #reddie au #it chapter two #it movie #richie tozier art #eddie kaspbrak art #richie x eddie #13 going on 30 reddie au #it 2019 #theartsharki art

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apalapucian · 1 day

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bad day wall ch. 2 snippet:

on her way out, she hears sirius coming up the stairs from the basement, and he emerges — dragging a practically unconscious james, his arm slung over sirius's shoulders, head hung and eyes closed, breathing labored. they're both beaten and bloody, james more so than sirius, and both of them more than she's ever seen them, including those last weeks of sixth year when they were sporting a black eye or some other every other three days. no, this was something serious. their angle shifts a bit and the back of james's shirt is entirely drenched with blood.

"what the fuck happened?" she asks, hurrying to them at once.

"fuck — evans, hi, how are you," sirius breathes out in one go, and she notes the relief in his voice, despite everything. "i — i can explain later, but can you please — can you handle this? i have to go back — "

"where's remus?"

a deep, low growl comes from the basement. it's muffled, but that doesn't make it any less sinister. "you can't go back in there," she says immediately, one hand on james, who's on his side on the floor now, the other reaching out to grasp sirius's arm just as he was about to get up.

"i have to be there for him," says sirius. "it's okay, this isn't new — "

and somehow lily knows, just then, but decides to put off the questions and everything else for later. right now she just needs both of them within her line of vision.

sirius is not going back down there.

— part one here // ao3 // writing tag

#jily #jily*#marauders era #mwpp #apalapucian*#james potter #lily evans #sirius black #remus lupin #there's a section or two that's kicking my ass rn and is not cooperating hence the delay. i apologize #but here's a lil something #i considered making it a 3-parter BUT #nah it's only going to be just the 2 chapters #(and possibly some outtakes)#bad day wall

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