#-jazzhands-

[grumpycakes]

i didn't realize you liked merlin!!!! also that merwaine au idea is great. have you ever made any merlin fanart?

Oh friend I'm surprised you've never seen any!! I watched it a bunch in college but never went through season 5 cause fuck all those choices.

I mostly focus on Merwaine cause they're my favs for shipping, but I did a few pieces of other charas for Merlin art tag games!

Most liked Merwaine piece of mine

My fav atm (I'm working on a commission that's gonna be my new Merwaine fav)

My Morgana and Gwen piece for an art tag!

My Elyan and Percival Tag (THAT I NEVER POSTED THE PIECE TO?????)

ALSO I've written MOST of a fic... that I need to ... update rofl. I know what needs to happen just don't know how to get there

Basically an AU where Morgana told Arthur she had magic and they found out they were siblings young. While Merlin was raised by Druids to teach him how to control his magic

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

it's *+~DRAMATIC~+* but that's my M.O. and Merwaine, but a bit of Arthur x Gwen x Lancelot is there so > w >

[danikoshi-doodles]

'Swap AU' proposal

[katischaos]

Very quick drawing I did of Rocky from Project Hail Mary

[silverskye13]

In which there is a journal

[imtheiliad]

for all the 2023 grads <3 u r doing amazing sweetie [may] [april] [march] [january] [font]

[abyssalmermaiden]

just a nice solo shot of Viola's look for the Dalamud Launch Party

[advertisesouls]

           ❝𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄!❞

            𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 || 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

an independent, selective, private and mutuals only h.azbin h.otel oc that's unaffiliated with the fandom as well as v.ivziepop. as promoted by solar!

[rainbowsans]

Oh yeah, fellas

I’ve announced this on Twitter but never on tumblr so I just wanna like say that I’m going by a different name now

Conker

I’ll still use “Frecher” but I’m using “Conker” now. Hope you guys use it when referring to me from now on!

This is also my new conker sona that I use to doodle myself as well!

[asmoluniversefan]

Darrling the devil knows my name~ I blinked a-and this was on my screen I- ovo  Well guess whos at it again, it’s ya boi /j @lunarblazes @cocoabats​  I tries ur shading style coco :D It’s hard  Sketches under the keep reading bc I think they turned out amazing

[picsfortheday]

[astraltm-a]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ what's it like being the SUN ?

[sunriseverse]

In the end, Ruan Nanzhu supposes, there’s no way it could have been avoided. At best, it could be mitigated: Ruan Nanzhu sticking close to Lin Qiushi’s side for the rest of eternity, making sure his wounds weren’t as heavy. But he can’t help but be seethingly, horribly angry at the client who had caused this—at the fact that, because of them, Lin Qiushi is pallid and deathly, limp and pliant. His only comfort is they had died, there, behind the door—the least they deserve for letting Lin Qiushi get hurt like this; if they weren’t dead already, Ruan Nanzhu—well. People have described him as ruthless, and Ruan Nanzhu has never bothered to weigh in otherwise. He hasn’t killed many people, but for Lin Qiushi—for Lin Qiushi, there are many, many things he would do that he wouldn’t usually. - Injured in his first solo door, Lin Qiushi seems to be on the verge of death when he emerges, leaving Ruan Nanzhu to wait and hope for him to recover—at least, until he suddenly awakens, seemingly without any trace of injury. But not everything is as it appears, and secrets will always out.

-- hunger, bright (nanqiu, m, 8.4k, vampire au)

[supremestrangeness]

@burdenedchaos

The shadows of the room shifted, shivering like branches in a breeze, the undeniable stink of more questionable magics seeping in around him as a dark clawed hand and several glowing eyes seemed to emerge from them as though swimming out of the darkness… only to coalesce into a somewhat familiar, haggard, mostly human face. Maintaining direct eye contact, a hand was woven and a bottle of something appeared, and the man poured two hefty shots and offered it out to the man this reality called Loki.

“So,” Finally the eye contact was broken, as Strange glanced to the side as though finally taking in their surroundings, “You haven’t burnt your reality down, yet. Good on you.”

[inopportune-oddity]

Chapter 8 of The Crescent Moon is here! woohoo!

If Chapter 7 wasn't angsty enough for you then don't worry, it ramps up again now since these two dumbasses don't talk and communicate nearly enough (¬､¬)

Anywaysss

This chapter introduces a very important character! ✨ Impington ✨

We have big plans for him later on, so I'd love to see what your theories are as to how he's going to be influencing the storyline if you care to drop a comment! My Blitzy and I absolutely love reading and replying to them 😁

As always @wanking-at-your-funeral did a fantastic job not only co-writing but also editing this chapter, so please throw in a kudos if you enjoyed reading it <3

[banesberry-anomoly]

Falling through reality

Alts under cut

[fire-branded]

Continued from here:

The Cursebreaker laughed softly and nodded. "Our little secret," Miles agreed. Any that remained could be given to Kenneth, or held onto by one of the two for the future. Either way, it was certain to be put to good use.

The pat to his back received a subtle reach and squeeze to the other's lower forearm. More akin to a light graze of his hand around Otto's wrist; it was enough to show affection, yet not enough to be overly noticeable to anyone they passed by on their excursion down to the lower level of the Hideaway. The sleeping quarters of the Cursebreakers awaited them, and Miles held no qualms with showing the other to his dormitory.

Upon reaching that oh-so familiar, yet not at all unique door into his living quarters, the bottle was handed to the head steward for safe keeping. Then he eased the wooden barrier open and motioned in a polite half-bow for his friend to enter.

"After you, my lord."

The room was, as one would expect, simple. It contained a bed, a small writing desk and chair, and an equally simple little bedside table. The bed was neatly made, blankets undisturbed -- or untouched, rather. On the writing desk was an array of papers, from half-finished letters to carefully read reports. Each one held a common thread of being disheveled, in stark contrast to the bedding. For the most part, personal effects were scarce; a sheathed sword was resting against the far wall. There were two items tacked up to the walls: a map of Storm, as well as an age-worn Rosarian banner, as tattered and beaten as the Grand Duchy herself, but still holding on just as proudly as her people.

And there were books, a few stacks of books scattered about. An open journal sat upon the desk's surface, though the current pages were still empty.

The door was quietly closed behind Miles, where he hesitated with hand upon the doorknob. "Please, make yourself comfortable," he encouraged. "I thought it best to go somewhere private, that you might feel more at ease in telling me more about yourself. About your life before this, about Deryn and your former family, about... well, you."

When the older man did turn around, there was a gentle, warm smile playfully tugging at the corners of his lips. "If, of course, it is not too painful for you to discuss. Curious though I am, and as much as I desire to get to know the two of you more --" There was a pause. The smile faltered for a split second, then returned anew with even greater sympathy in tow. "-- I also understand that there are some wounds that are far too painful to wish to talk about."

@hideawaysteward