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[minsung143]

Check out my fanfic💞💞

[unhappy-sometimes]

Sleeping Beauty

in collaboration with the wonderful, the amazing, the talented @whateversawesome

And a very cute bonus scene written completely by my good friend!

This was a collaboration with whateversawesome as a gift for @buf309 !! We were given the prompt “sleeping beauty” by buf, then we both came up with a story, combined some elements, and created our respective versions!!

Be sure to check out whateversawesome’s fanfic version on her blog! She’s an amazing writer :D

This was also my contribution to @twiyorbase Twilight week for “happy ending!!”

[socvincjpeg]

A BUNCH of doodles i did while reading one of my fav gf fics rn, then it becomes, it becomes, it becomes a problem by @i-love-you-go-away !! Heavily recommend it i'm completely hooked

[drivebypainter]

More JiuYuan fanart?! Yes.

This is fanart for the lovely fic: “One Wife, Free with Purchase” by TachibanasWife on ao3!

I really love this fic, it’s so cozy and silly and just so incredibly warm! AND IT JUST FINISHED!!

Please go support TachibanasWife on ao3!! Give their beautiful fic lots of love, kudos and happy comments!!

[justaz]

merlin told arthur his favorite color was the color of the sky during sunset when it shifted into a deep violet. arthur gets a tunic made in that exact shade. its the best thing merlin owns. arthur was hoping that would mean he’d wear it almost everyday but merlin almost never wears it. the only time he does wear it is when royals come to visit (which isn’t all that often). arthur “subtly” asks about it and merlin is like “it’s the best thing i own. i’m not gonna dirty it mucking out the stables or serving rowdy knights wine while they splatter food on it” and arthur is like “why not wear it when nobles come to visit? look at least a little presentable for them” (cough nice save). merlin doesn’t see the point in it bc nobles don’t care about him at best, view him as less than human at worst.

arthur really just wants to see his boyfriend servant in the tunic he had made for him (bonus points for sending a message that merlin is his. not that merlin seems to notice. man is too much of an idiot). merlin wants to preserve his favorite tunic and gift from his boyfriend king.

[greypistacchio]

since i don't think i've shared the official art for my hazbin hotel fic, "pieces of paper we hold", on Tumblr just yet

lo and behold

the gay gay homosexuals!

(which you can read about and cry over in this corner of ao3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/53795893/)

-Cover art, by @vale-n-tina-and-the-internet

-Bathtub scene from chapter 3, by @mothmanadjacent

-Pre-kiss sexual tension galore from chapter 3, by @/vanillabrwnsugr on Twitter

-character art, including my two OCs Delia and Rowan, by @nimmeeze

some more below the cut! one of them is NSFW, so make sure you're comfy with that before you proceed

1. shibari/japanese bondage art by @mothmanadjacent

2. bust doodle by @/ithalikescrows on Twitter

3. mini B&W comic by @/lunaaliceartist on Twitter

4. coloured comic by @/mamamangaka on Twitter

[gothamite-rambler]

Jason snuck out of the next door neighbors apartment, his boot covered in his blood just as a bruised and battered teenage girl walked over to him, terrified.

Girl (hopeful, but worried): Is he... Is he...

Jason (joking to ease the tension): If he's alive after that he's inhuman. Well more then he already was. Good thing he was home alone. Nobody was there at the time.

Jason looked at the bruised teen girl and she smiled softly.

Girl: Thank you.

Jason: What are you talking about? I have no idea who you are. I did find this backpack in there and it doesn't belong to him. Better keep it. It's got some money in there as well.

Jason handed the girl the backpack then walked passed her without discussing anything further. She chuckled with a nod then walked off to safety.

[courfee]

“Regulus would be proud of us,” James whispered quietly to no one in particular, still gripping onto the painting like a life raft. 

— Tender Curiosities, Baby!  @otrtbs

[sammy8d257]

AvA Sticktober 2024 - Day 1: Youtube

This is a little bit unorthodox for the prompt but I'm taking this time to share one of my FAVORITE headcanons of mine regarding the Interweb/Interspace

This is based on the fact that the Minecraft Wiki was a book but I think it would be so fun if other websites/webpages had tangibility in the Interweb

So I came up with this idea that major websites that host various types of content are like libraries or rental stores

Like actual libraries do still exist as well, I imagine that if whatever city has a website or online catalogue for their library, there would be an actual physical library in the Interspace as well, but in addition, there's these spaces. Think of it as public libraries funded by the city/community vs public or commercial libraries funded by a business

So for today's prompt, here's a little blast from the past where King and Gold went to a Youtube rental store and are browsing it's selections

King found a "Best of Hyun's Dojo vol. 2" compilation video while Gold found the original "Don't Hug Me I'm Scared" complete web series "playlist"

[AvA Sticktober 2024 Prompt List]

[sincapjelly]

Girl dad Cole gives me insane amount of comfort you have no idea....

Like yes, he has tea parties with his daughter, yes he watches Barbie movies with her and fixes her dolls when she accidentally breaks them. He loves making her hair, even when sometimes it takes long because just like him, she has lots of hair. Nothing is "too girly" for him, he enjoys everything with her.

Lego give him a baby daughter and my soul is yours....

[enigmaticagentalice]

Unwelcome Tagalong

Thedas is at war. The Conclave is destroyed. Divine Justinia is dead, and with her, the world’s last hope for peace. Until out of the ashes stumbles a lone survivor…

“The two of us are the only people who don’t believe this whole ‘Herald of Andraste’ bullshit.’ Cassandra said nothing. Varric rounded on her, horrified. “You’re kidding! Seeker, tell me you don’t—” “What better explanation do you have, Varric?” she replied, voice sharp and defensive. “Anything! Any explanation is better! I am not anyone’s saviour. This mark is just...just some shiny shit from the Fade.”

He’s not the hero they expected. He’s definitely not the hero they wanted. But Varric Tethras, Herald of Andraste, might just be the hero they’re all stuck with.

Oh well. At least it’ll make for a good story.

read the fic here :)

[chaoticspeedrun]

If i give Anastasia! Donnie a bouquet of purple bellflowers...can he teach me calligraphy??

He loves them! That's all he will say about the subject--

He is not sharing his calligraphy set, your grace, for reasons, this is the only set he brought, hope you understand :)

[valencrime]

Drawing this actually perked me up.

[l1zardl1ps]

Soooo first thing’s first - this idea was entirely inspired by misa1’s long-running NBC a fanfic, 100 Women. All credit for the idea of L, S & B drawing wieners on stuff goes to them (it was absolutely their idea originally). Seriously though, their Nightmare Before Christmas fics are fantastic - I’ve been reading their stuff for *years.* To say that I recommend their work is an understatement!

After reading the Paint chapter of 100 Women, I started wondering what it would look like if L, S & B took their wiener vandalism beyond the walls of their fort and maybe targeted Town Hall (or in this case, the Mayor’s hearse). From there, the idea for this super short scribble comic was born and I had to get it out. One of these days I’ll do something a little more polished and in color

[diamondzart]

DID “DESPICABLE ME 4” TRAILER LEAVE YOU DISAPPOINTED? There’s a solution! :D

My very good friend @annchanorsomethin writes THIS AMAZING FIC on AO3 for over a year already! I am following it since November 2022 and let me tell ya, I wish this was the way Illumination treated their canon. I don’t think this amount of planning went into the real DM4, judging from the trailer…

And for those of you who were upset about the absence of Dr Nefario and Dru, this fic has you covered, believe me 😏

SUMMARY:

After Balthazar Bratt's defeat, everything seems to go better than ever: Gru and Lucy are back working for the AVL and Gru's overly enthusiastic brother, Dru is the new bad guy in town... or is he? The illusion of everything going so well fades, as the past comes back to haunt the family, threatening to destroy them once and for all... If it wasn't for the most passionate of the family doing everything in their power to protect what they love most - even if it means to step over the bounds of time and space itself.

Rated M for possible graphic depictions of violence in the future (though for now it stays in PG, I think). Features Professor Rott as the main antagonist – the original character inspired by early concept arts for Gru from late 2000s, the idea and design of Rott belong to @elitadream

This post also features original concept art made by me, styled to mimic Eric Guillon’s (official concept artist from Illumination) style, so it looks more like a real DM4 concept. I really, really hope this story will find more followers, because it totally deserves them! For now there are 11 chapters, and there will be more!

[palabraasinnecesarias]

secret kisses ao3 | ff.net ship: ranma/akane words: 1,625 Ranma and Akane would steal kisses at every chance they got, secretly behind closed doors...usually. They hadn’t known how it began happening, but once it started it was hard to stop.  

Akane had just reached the bathroom’s door when a gentle squeeze at her wrist pulled her away too easily. She yelped at the sudden movement, her body twirling to land perfectly onto Ranma’s chest, as her eyes widen when she felt his soft mouth press itself against hers. She couldn’t help but allow her lips to widen into a dopey grin, feeling the way his hands snaked themselves against the small of her back to pull her in further.  

The young woman indulged effortlessly, relishing at the way he continued to pepper a number of kisses, her brain losing its trail of thought. Even after he pulled away, taking her a moment to readjust her mind and shake herself awake, remembering where they were. Still, his arms continued to stay hooked around her body, his face centimeters from hers as he whispered, “Morning, tomboy.”  

She huffed a chuckle, nervously looking behind her as she smiled bashfully, warning, “We’re gonna get caught, idiot.”  

He shrugged his shoulders, seemingly not caring of such consequences, his rather bold smirk tangling her insides. He was so handsome, his chiseled jaw now rubbing itself against her cheek before kissing her temple, and she could feel her feeble stance betray her completely as her knees wobbled at her nervousness.  

It had been a few months of this taking place; Ranma and Akane would steal kisses at every chance they got, secretly behind closed doors...usually. They hadn’t known how it began happening, but once it started it was hard to stop. Ranma usually had the upper hand, as it was easier for him to sneak up on the shorter woman, planting one quickly and walking away just as fast before she could say anything.  

Although that morning, he lingered just a tad longer, wistful to her essence. And like always, he released his hold and began walking away, leaving her completely abashed before making her way into the bathroom for her morning shower.  

That afternoon, the duo had found themselves home alone, as their parents were having dinner with family friends and the eldest Tendo sisters had gone to the market, Nabiki only tagging along because the marketplace was nearby a clothing store promoting a store wide clearance, and she wanted to stroll the aisles in case something caught her eye.  

Akane usually tagged along, shopping being one of her favorite pastimes, but she needed to study for finals – considering they were in their last year of high school. She had brought her studying materials to the family room in hopes that her fiancé would want to tackle the books with her; of course, he didn’t. At first, Ranma got lost in a book, not paying any mind to Akane as she silently read her textbook and scribbled mindlessly on her journal.  

It wasn’t until he stepped away, going and coming back from the kitchen with some snacks Kasumi had premade before heading out after knowing Akane would be studying. He held a plate of diced fruit, munching on an apple slice as he noticed Akane’s concentrated face. She hovered over the kotatsu table, her eyebrows furrowed as she mindlessly chewed on her lower lip, and he could feel his entire body heat up.  

Without much thought, Ranma made his way towards her and set the plate on the table, offering her some. She glanced quickly at it and shook her head, murmuring, “No, thanks, Ranma,” under her breath as she continued to study. He grumbled, his face souring before breathing in deeply.  

“Really got your nose in that book, huh?” He muttered quietly, not thinking she’d actually hear him, or stop her study to look over at him.  

“This is what studying looks like,” she replied quite sarcastically, offering him a quizzical look as to where his attitude had come from. Did it bother him that she was studying in the family room?  

He took a seat next to her, rather closely she noticed, propping himself with his arms, leaning back as he looked at her. His light eyes seemed to bounce about her face before landing on her plumped lips, finding himself leaning forward to kiss her. He pulled away after a moment, his smile widening as he said, “And you look real cute doing that.”  

Akane could feel her entire face change color, her heart racing at an absurd speed, having to look away otherwise she’d melt into a puddle right there and then. “G-geez, Ran-Ranma,” Akane stuttered, looking back at the table in a sense of going back to her studies, but she knew that boat had sailed. Not when Ranma decided that he wanted to kiss her instead.  

“What?” He scoffed, leaning towards her with a suspicious stare, “you don’t wanna’ kiss me no more?”  

“I- that’s not what- uh,” and then he kissed her again, his hand having reached for her head as he tangled his fingers into her short strands of dark hair to pull her forward. She sighed merrily into his mouth, her large eyes easily fluttering themselves shut, shivers running through her entire body at the way Ranma’s lips caressed hers.  

His kiss was always soft and tender, warm with the rest of his skin. And he smelled so good, like soap and sandalwood. Yeah, she was done studying for the night.  

Ranma’s eyes widen as a new parfait glass was placed in front of her, her lips widen in pure bliss, unable to hide how much she enjoyed the dessert. She sat next to her fiancée, quickly digging into a new spoonful, glancing over to catch the now-taller woman watched her with an amused expression.  

“What?” Ranma asked, swallowing and finding himself get embarrassed at the way Akane’s soft smile never faltered, shaking her head as an answer.  

“Nothing,” she replied quietly, “you just seem to be enjoying your sweets.”  

Ranma was now blushing, not knowing exactly why. Still, she shrugged her shoulders, “What can I say? They serve a mean parfait here, I tell ya’.”  

“Yeah, I can tell. This is your third serving,” she chuckled endearingly, noticing the way her blemished cheeks only managed to deepen their shade of red. “You look cute eating your dessert,” Akane confessed, now resting her chin against her propped hands, her cheeks round at the way her smile lifted them high.  

She didn’t know what to say to that.  

Not expecting much, Ranma’s eyes widen when she felt Akane lean forward and softly press a chaste kiss on her lips. It lasted a moment before she pulled away, the tip of her tongue licking her lower lip as she said, “That strawberry flavor is strong.” And she couldn’t help herself but laughed a tad louder as Ranma’s crimson face almost camouflaged with her red, oversized mandarin top. Now she knew why he had so much fun catching her off guard.  

“Ak-Akane,” she whispered harshly, looking around seemingly paranoid, “we’re in public.”  

“Ranma,” Akane scoffed softly, “Shampoo and Ukyo hardly ever come to this ice cream shop,” she assured her with a wider grin. “I think it’s okay if we kiss a little.”  

Of course, they both knew that wasn’t what she meant by her statement. Still, Akane kissed her again, just as soft and just as long.  

Akane had walked in to see Ranma self-train with some katas, dressed in his own gi, finding that they were matching. She smiled softly at him, shamelessly walking over to him and taking a seat in front of him. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, admiring the way his skill was easily reflected in his performance.  

He stopped soon after, noticing she had sat and was watching him, admiring him. His ego was already past the roof, he couldn’t help but smirk knowingly at her, “Watching ain’t gonna help ya’ get as good as me.”  

“If you sparred with me once in a while, maybe I'd get better,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes.  

He walked over to her, crouching right in front of her, “Whaddya’ mean,” he retaliated, “I do spar with ya’.”  

“Nuh-uh,” she accused, “all you do is avoid my hits.”  

“I ain’t wanna hurt you, is all.”  

“I’m going to start avoiding all your kisses, so you can see what it feels like.”  

He grinned mischievously, “You can try.” His arms went to wrap themselves around her body, pulling her towards him, ready to plant one when she turned her head, chuckling under her breath.  

“Not until you spar with me,” she said.  

He was now pecking her entire face, her sounds of laughter and mirth loud and beautiful, and pleasing to his ears. “But you want to kiss me,” he accused, finding themselves with Ranma atop of her through all the wiggling and wobbling.  

She was breathing heavily, looking up at him, his dangling braid brushing her cheek. “Not anymore.”  

“Liar.”  

Akane shook her head, her teasing smile never leaving her face, “I am not.”  

Ranma quickly leaned down and kissed her, pulling away fast, “You like my kisses.”  

“Nope.”  

He kissed her again, “See?”  

She wrinkled her nose, “No, that’s not doing it for me, I’m afraid.”  

“What about...” And this time, Ranma’s mouth spread fuller, taking in Akane’s lips completely, his shut eyes not letting him catch the way her wide eyes twitch at how good it felt having him kiss her like that. His kiss was rough, full of passion each time he pulled away and angled his head to kiss her again and again. The pit of her stomach churned, and she shivered at the intensity of it all.  

After a long moment, Ranma pulled away, their heaving chest pressed against each other's as he said, “I told ya’.”