#I’m in the stage of chipping away at fifty WIPs at once
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I started this painting August ninth. It’s now November fourteenth. It has been uncooperative to say the least. But honestly, I’m happy with how it finally came out.
Also, Faas with pigtails because.
#this’s the first time I’ve drawn him properly smiling#he’s existed for over a year#and i feel bad that I haven’t let him smile ;-;#his character just doesn’t emote tons#but.#look at him#he’s so happy#also I’m sorry I haven’t posted actual art in a while#I’m in the stage of chipping away at fifty WIPs at once#and trying to finish them before the new year#and finishing art for the shop update#and#artists on tumblr#small artist#my art#digital art#character design#regular style#faas art#enya art#troll changeling#changeling#changeling art#kelpie#kelpie art#troll#scandinavian folklore#creature design#nordic folklore#folklore
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Today I took a break from actual writing and wrote a crack fic about @losingmymindtonight @caraminha @keep-a-bucket-full-of-stars and @parkrstark ....um. Yep. Here’s 1k words of crack. Enjoy, my iconic ladies and all other fans of @starklovinjuice ;)
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“Can you hear us now?” Kat says loudly and slowly, holding up her phone so the Skype cam fits herself, Shannon and Leah in the frame.
“Yes, babe,” Maren’s voice affirms over the speaker, patient as ever. “You just keep going in and out when you move the phone around too much.”
“HI, MAREN!!” Leah calls, waving happily until the girl on the phone smiles and waves back.
“Alright people,” Shannon says seriously, turning back to the sidewalk that the three Americans are standing on. “We’ve got work to do.”
It’s a beautiful summer’s day, a perfect day for the mission they have in mind: they’re out to collect research.
Not just any research, though, no no; they’re out to look for whump ideas.
First stop: the Life Science Museum.
As they enter, Shannon studiously pulls a pencil from behind her ear and chews the end, notebook in hand. She looks over the museum map.
“‘Deadly reptiles exhibit,’ sounds promising…” she murmurs.
“There’s a live animal show at 2!” Leah exclaims, pointing at a sign.
“Hang on, I lost connection again,” Kat says distractedly. She wanders off to find a better WiFi spot.
Meanwhile, in the UK, Maren spins in her computer chair idly, waiting for the call to reconnect. As she waits, she clicks through tumblr posts and cackles at the woeful reactions to her latest story update. Mmm, the tears of her readers are like a fine wine.
When the call reconnects, the video that pops up is an image of a growling canine. She furrows her brows. “Babes, what am I looking at?” she asks.
Kat’s voice is giggling. “Check it out!” she says, backing up so that the whole display is visible. It’s a predator-and-prey exhibit, and under the claws of the snarling stuffed wolf is a replica severed deer head.
A child passing by is heard: “Mommy, look, the doggie found his lunch!”
“Guys, what if Peter got attacked by wolves?” Leah gasps. “He could get, like, separated from IronDad in the woods!”
“How is he supposed to get attacked by wolves when he lives in New York City?” Kat asks thoughtfully.
“No, no, she’s on to something,” Shannon says. She brings up her notepad and begins scribbling like mad. “Let’s say Tony takes him on a camping trip, you know, for bonding and what-not…”
“I mean, I whumped Peter in the woods of NYC in my fic,” Maren interjects. “So it’s possible.”
“Maren, we can’t all be as amazing as you,” Kat stage-whispers. The two wiggle their eyebrows at each other.
When they leave the museum an hour later, the visiting families and other people sigh in relief.
Next stop is a park where they sit to eat lunch (or in Maren’s case, dinner). They’re gathered on a bench in the shade, listening to the sounds of children playing and birds chirping.
“Aww, look,” Leah coos, pointing to a Dad holding his toddler’s fingers and helping him take little steps across the grass. “Reminds me of Shannon’s de-aged Peter fic.”
Shannon smiles humbly. “You know, Leah, you could really capitalize on toddler Peter in your AU,” she comments. “Growing up with Tony as his biological dad, he’s bound to have been kidnapped once or twice as a baby.”
“Imagine if he were kidnapped and put in a tower like Rapunzel,” Maren says around a mouthful of fish and chips (British food, you know). “And he grew up thinking some abusive person were his parent, while Tony mourns him…”
“...Only to find him when he’s a teenager and bring him home for an abundance of sleepy cuddles,” Kat finishes.
“And forehead kisses!” Leah adds.
“Does he have to have magic hair in this AU, or…?” Shannon teases, but she’s already writing in her notebook.
“Please can Ned be Flynn Ryder,” Maren says, making Kat snort juice.
Last stop of the day is Leah’s house, where they’re having a sleepover that night. (Leah warns them in advance to keep out of way of the artist living in her basement… that person is dangerously unpredictable and tends to polish off the family supply of ice cream when nobody’s home.)
Kat’s phone charges nearby, still with Maren’s face showing (albeit, she looks much more ready to fall asleep than the rest of them).
As they gather in the living room, Leah displays their collection of DVDs and pulls out the most important ones (Iron Man And Spider-Man:Homecoming, of course).
“Okay, ladies,” Leah says, “which would you rather watch first?”
“IronDad first,” Kat suggests. “I like watching his captivity scenes. Gives me ideas for And You’ll Blow Us All Away.”
“I bet I could bootleg a version of Infinity War,” Shannon says slyly, “if you want even MORE ideas for the sequel…”
“That babe is too powerful,” Maren calls, yawning. “I vote yes, though.”
“Same,” Kat agrees.
“Okay, just make sure the FBI can’t trace it back to me,” Leah shrugs, sliding the laptop to Shannon to work her magic. “I don’t need to go back to jail…” (the others can’t tell if she’s joking).
They end up watching the “I don’t wanna go Mr. Stark” scene about fifty times on a loop. Nobody has dry eyes by the time they turn the tv off, except Maren, who has fallen asleep.
“Well… R.I.P. me…” Kat sniffs.
Shannon wipes her tears, looking determined. “It was for science,” she declares. “We did good things today.”
“I don’t know about you all, but I’m ready to write,” Leah agrees.
By midnight, the three US authors have added to their WIPs significantly, with Kat even posting a one-shot to the Tumblr Archives about Peter dying from the perspective of Tony later on when Peter says “I’m sorry” about something trivial after he’s back from the dead (with much input and collaboration from the others).
They’re dead asleep when Maren tries to FaceTime the next morning. The UK girl just huffs at her silly American wives and goes to get herself some tea.
Overall, it is, in fact, a perfect day.
The END.
#i......really need sleep#good night#crackfic#this is for you leah#do i need a life? yes yes i do#ps @ the others i dont know any of you that well but i did my best in the hopes that it would make you laugh#this is not meant to be creepy ....sorry if it is
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