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Need Input...

I had to have an MRI today (screening for ovarian cancer, yes I'll keep you all posted) and I never knew they were SO LOUD, but that's not the input I need, anyone ever get neasous for like hours after ward?

Cuz I am. Vertigo and queasy. All mighty Google says it can last a day or more, but the tech at the hospital said "it should pass in about an hour"

Here I am 13 hours later.... Still wanting to puke but can't.

In other news since they are so loud, they gave me headphones and pumped music thru them, the tech had to ask me to stay still when Eye of the Tiger came on because I was giggling. Two songs later was Heat of the Moment and I thought "it's not Tuesday"... If Carry On Wayward Son had played it would've been a trifecta.

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Sometimes commissions don't work out, in this case the buyer bailed on the contract. So I was left with the final piece unclaimed.

I found a different person who will love it and it's going to them instead.

Sarah and the worm from Labyrinth

Charcoal

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you'll be with me like a handprint on my heart

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🥳

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Finished Labyrinth works. Charcoal.

2 down and 1 to go

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Recent works coming soon.

I haven't posted any art here in AGES, it wasn't intentional, to describe to past few years of my life would take too long. It comes down to loss, illness, stress, menopause (all the symptoms you've heard about are real just fyi...THE BRAIN FOG...MY. GOD.DOES THAT SUCK!) also successes, happiness, hope and ya' know....LIFE, but slowly i'm coming back, getting back to me.

Been sick lately, stomach flu LOVES ME. I've been re-reading so much fanfic, ally comfort stories and finding new works that are just so healing to me.

To all the authors and artists in here, and AO3 that always bring me joy, thank you! I haven't been as supportive as I should be and basically suck at any kind of social media upkeep.

I have 3 commissions on my desk right now that I'm excited to share when they're done...

Here's a sneak peek, all Labyrinth related.

Love and miss y'all. Tell me what you've been up to.

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@mayalaen I was curating my artwork for portfolio and came across this, I'm so happy it still has a place with you!

Land of Confusion

David Draiman of Disturbed

Phil Collins of Genesis

Based on the song Land of Confusion

for @mayalaen for her August Birthday!   I wasn’t just asking those questions I asked out of ONLY curiosity, I had an ulterior motive and it turned into this artwork :)

Charcoal, graphite, ink lettering.

Too many men There’s too many people Making too many problems And not much love to go round Can’t you see This is a land of confusion.Now this is the world we live in And these are the hands we’re given Use them and let’s start trying To make it a place worth fighting for.

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AMAZING art.....just WOW. @hawkland

Art Masterpost: Werewolf and the Vamp Story by @queerwolf79 | queerwerewolf Art by @hawkland | sidewinder Hello hello I'm back again, with my third and final collaboration for the @spnbangbang (and my next to last art post for this very busy month of November!) I knew I had to do something to celebrate our favorite werepire couple after DJ and Ty got engaged, so this was actually the first piece I did for the Bang Bang this round:

I envisioned them sizing each other up and maybe being kind of flirty in Purgatory...when/how/why they would meet up there was up to the author. I'm so delighted @queerwolf79 jumped on my prompt and was so enthusiastic for the idea! For the banner art I did two small (10x25cm) close-up paintings of them, here they are separately:

They both have such different/fun faces to paint, I loved having the "excuse" to draw them some more.

Anyway, please go read the story and give my author lots of love!

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Last I was here my dashboard was the standard SPN obsessed, Destiel is real dashboard.....

I've come back to Spirk? I mean I'm a Star Trek fan but dang y'all.....it's over taken so much 🤣

Hello again

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thank you to every single fucking person on this god forsaken site that has ever posted your own art or writing. You really put a vulnerable, important part of yourself out in the open on the hellscape that is the internet and if that isnt an act of bravery and a labor of love I dont know what one is

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Hi! Followyourenergy has graciously given me permission to typeset Crashing In for my personal library (not for resale or to be shared) and I wanted to ask if I could have your permission to include the lovely art you made in it as well? Absolutely no worries if not, but I wanted to ask 💙

Yes you can include it. I don't quite remember the artwork you're mentioning tho. :(

Or the title....I do know followyourenergy...I need to comb my archives

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This.

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Lol I love these

REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

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I've got plans! Something artsy I want to start in October, weekly sketchbook doodles...I need themes, as many as you can throw at me ....give me your ideas folks

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THIS IS WHAT I'M HERE FOR! This made me so happy and I felt at peace.

Destiel, kinda 15x18 coda, gratuitous fluff. Clowning hours are OPEN, people.

It feels like it happens in slow motion.

Cas has stumbled to his feet, touching his chest and trenchcoat like he’s confused by their tangibility. He turns just in time for Jack to tackle-hug him, and for Sam to lope over and wrap his freakishly long arms around them both. Dean thinks they’re laughing, but it’s hard to tell over the rushing in his ears. He feels like he’s walking through molasses.

There are so many things he wants to say, but the words get caught in his throat like an inconvenient, gay traffic jam and it’s all he can do to put one foot in front of the other. Sam and Jack drift away. Cas turns.

And then it’s just the two of them.

Cas looks—alive, which is really all that matters. Same blue eyes, same wild dark hair, same clothes. He’s wearing this beaming smile that’s fading in his mouth but staying in his eyes, despite the fact that his shoulders start to tense. He is deliberately, inhumanely still. He’s nervous, Dean realizes.  

Dean’s thought about this a lot. Years. He’s lost sleep over it; not only his own confession, but the idea of… them together; how that would work, what it’d look like. It’s been a source of anxiety and comfort and desire, and now that everything’s over, now that he gets to have his big friggin’ moment, everything he’s ever imagined flies out the goddamn window.

Dean moves before he understands what he’s doing, crushing Castiel to his chest, arms tight around his shoulders, squeezing squeezing if only to convince himself that this is real, he’s here, he’s alive, he’s here. It takes a breath for Cas to hug back, but he does, seemingly content to stay there forever which—sure, but no, because Dean reaches up with one stupid, shaking hand to cradle the back of Cas’s skull, and then he pulls away with just enough space to look into those dumb, gorgeous, blue eyes and—

It isn’t a single kiss.

Sure, there’s the first one; hard and dry and desperate. Clinging. He’s calling Cas an asshole and an idiot and saying shit like don’t you ever do that again. And they keep kissing, because now that Dean’s started, he can’t stop; he wants to kiss this man until he gets fucking stubble burn and then kiss him some more. Wants to take him out on a date. Wants to take him to bed.

“How could you—after everything—”

Cas twists his fingers into Dean’s overshirt.

“I—Cas, I—”

Cas nods against his mouth.

And then Dean’s gay traffic jam becomes decidedly un-stuck.

He wrenches away, hands pressing to Cas’s chest when he tries to follow. He’s gorgeous like this; disheveled and flushed to hell, and Dean spares a moment to be embarrassed for them both when Cas drifts forward again like he just can’t help himself. Dean’s fingers drift up to press against his reddened mouth. “You’re oblivious,” he breathes. His hand moves to trace the line of his brow, the apple of his cheek. Cas watches him raptly, caught somewhere between elation and awe. Dean thumbs the bolt of his jaw. “You need to pay better attention.”

Cas clutches at his wrist. “Dean—”

“How could you ever think I didn’t love you?”

Cas flounders, mouthing moving like a fish out of water. “I-I’ll endeavor to do better in the future,” he says. Swallows thickly. Watches as Dean drifts close and brushes their mouths together in an impression of a kiss, something vulnerable and delicate and fucking terrifying.

“…Good,” Dean says. “I—I’ll do the same.”

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Been a bad mental day but I smiled and plowed through, and I don't think sleep will be my friend tonight but I can hope.

There's nothing specific that I can pinpoint causing this, it's world problems anxiety I guess...feeling too small to impact the big issues.

I'm all about small random acts of kindness making my little pocket of the world and the people in it happier, but the big world problems....they crush me.

This happens a lot with me and it sucks because there's not really anything to help shut my brain off, even medication has its safe limits.

I'm getting better at focusing on what I can control vs what I can't, but again....it's difficult to shut the world out and still stay informed.

I dunno....thanks for reading my rambling.

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Not diagnosing a child doesn't mean they won't notice they're different. It just means that instead of thinking "I'm struggling because I have autism/adhd/anxiety/depression/schizophrenia", they will just conclude that they are struggling because they are stupid, weak, annoying, unlovable, etc.