#Illustrated Fic

[waywardstation]

Seeing Lady Sneasler expressing affection, and their caretaker making various sounds they recognized as happiness, the other sneaslets stopped squabbling. Instead, they collectively started trying to lick Ingo’s face as well, eager to copy their mother. Even Powder joined in, peaking over the side of his coat collar to enthusiastically lick his cheek.

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An illustration for the sixth chapter of my fic, Heart Full, Bowl Empty

[madebydun]

The Eruri matchmaking fic "Embedded" that I had the pleasure to illustrate has 3/5 chapters up already (and soon will be finished! :D). If you like angst with a dash of melancholy and Levi struggling with grief it's for you ^^

[justveeing]

Did you ever wonder how this happened?

Well, for this year's KiScon Zine, @gunstreet decided to show you what exactly led up to that carving. It's a beautiful work about friendship, first times and just fun shenannigans. You can read it HERE.

I did 5 illustrations for it! You will find a very sexy treat, too!

I hope you enjoy it. We certainly did.

As always, thank you to gunstreet for allowing me to be part of her wonderful storytelling. And thank you to @kiscon and their amazing mods for managing the titanic feat of editing such a big and hefty zine.

Don't forget to leave a comment and some kudos!!

[TOS, 10K, explicit - also contains nsfw art]

[xokurde]

I took a part in Trans Omens Bang! I had the pleasure to illustrate @indigovigilance 's wonderful fic, which you can here!

I hope you'll like it ❤️

[eggybaconeggyt]

A Turnabout Fairytale

Finally posted Chapter one of my Klapollo Minibang 2023 fic! If you like Fantasy, Hijinks, Romance, and references to The Princess Bride and Shrek, this is the fic for you!

Featuring *gorgeous* art from the wonderful (as pictured above) @maybepolly . Give em a follow! The amount of work put into this fic is absolutely insane, and I'm so happy to finally post it!

@klapollo-minibang

Read the fic here! Kudos/Comments/Bookmarks are truly appreciated!

[gunstreet]

From this year's KiSCon zine, a new K/S story by me and illustrated with five glorious artworks by @justveeing!

This is a pre-five-year-mission first time piece— if you're a fan of that one episode in season 2 of Lower Decks (you know the one), this is for you. But don't worry if you haven't seen it, you don't need to for the story to make sense. We are so proud of how this turned out and hope you love it as much as we do!

[TOS, 10K, explicit - also contains nsfw art]

[museqmeg]

gives 19-year-old Vash a puppy

My dog, Ziggy, made a cameo in my Vash fic, "Twenty-two Caliber."

Read the fic here!

[ouijarat]

Too Weird To Love, Too Scared To Die

Chapter Two

(Chapter One here if you missed it >>>)

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“What. The fuck. Are you doing?” 

“Uh… making breakfast? Duh? What does it look like I’m doing? Aren’t really using that big brain of yours this morning, are ya, IQ?”

As memories of what he had done rushed back to him, Stanford stood there in the entryway, fists clenched and mouth opening and closing like a dead fish as his face turned red with fury upon resigning to the fact that this was, most likely, not a dream. Bill snapped his fingers and suddenly a gramophone nestled into the corner of the room sparked to life, a symphony of soft 1930s jazz hits cascading through the kitchen as the triangle hummed along. He unceremoniously poured the disgusting contents of the pan onto a plate before flicking his wrist to manifest a mug of black coffee (Ford’s favorite, he knew), delicately floating both dishes over to the table and snapping again to pull out a chair. “Sit,” the triangle said cheerfully, as though he were talking to a dog.

The scientist was filled with a burning hatred and fury like he’d never experienced before, unable to stop it from bubbling over like thoroughly shaken soda from an open can. On instinct alone he grabbed a knife from the block on the counter and hurled it at the triangle as hard as he could. The knife lodged itself into Bill’s exoskeleton, just to the right of his eye, only to immediately absorb itself into the surface of the creature’s face before disappearing into it entirely. The demon stood there for a moment, apathetically unfazed. He sighed, almost sounding disappointed.

 “And here I thought we could have a nice meal together.” 

Bill rolled his eye and snapped his fingers once more, an invisible force attaching itself to Ford and dragging him over to the table before pushing him down into the chair with a grunt from the scientist. Stanford seethed silently as he was forcibly glued to the seat, the hatred of a thousand suns burning behind his eyes as he glared at his former muse. His former sun and all its surrounding stars. “What is this place?” 

The demon floated over to the chair opposite Ford, plopping himself down only to realize he was far too short, only barely able to see over the table. He clapped his hands and summoned a booster seat beneath him, now eye level with his once devoted disciple that was currently glaring daggers at him.  “This, my big brained friend, is everything you’ve ever wanted!”

Ford blinked. “You’re insane.”

Bill blinked back. “...Stanford, we established this a while ago.”

The scientist’s face contorted in a harmony of anger and anguish. “You can’t possibly believe your little glorified prison will sway me into anything. You’ve already beaten me. You’ve taken everything from me. You won, Cipher. What more could you possibly want?” He spat. 

The demon scoffed, rolling his eye. “All I want is for my favorite little human to be happy!” He sing-songed, presumably in an attempt to keep things light hearted, yet he only really succeeded in being extremely unsettling. 

Stanford’s expression was blank as he felt bile rise in his throat and suddenly he found himself barking out a cruel, humorless laugh. “You can’t possibly be serious.” 

“Deathly,” Bill said, his exoskeleton flashing a blazing red and his voice distorting before he chuckled and went back to normal, as though nothing had happened. “I created this place for you based on all the information I collected from your ol’ noggin over the years! I thought of everything! I can give ya the grand tour after breakfast. Don’t you love it, Fordsy?” 

The triangle batted his absurdly long eyelashes, hopefully and eagerly waiting for Ford’s response, a reaction, anything, as though he expected something positive. As though he hadn’t just doomed his entire dimension, tortured and entrapped him and taken him away from his family. As though he hadn’t immediately ruined his life the second they met. The scientist’s reaction was not, surprise surprise, overwhelmingly positive. 

“I’d rather you have just killed me.” He seethed, expression twisting into one of disgust, snuffing out the hopeful, manic glint in Bill’s eye. 

Bill sighed. “I should’ve known you’d be difficult. You’re always so difficult now. What is with you lately? You used to be so obedient. Can we please go back to that?” He sighed, eye squeezed shut in frustration as he rubbed where his temples presumably would be. He waved a small, black-gloved hand and a bottle of red wine appeared on the table, along with a single wine glass. “You’re driving me to drink, Sixer. Are you proud of yourself?” He poured himself an entirely too generous amount.

“I’m not playing games with you. Where is my family?” Ford deadpanned.

“Yes you are! We never stopped playing. You just stopped making it fun. Y’know half the appeal of chess is the banter-” 

“Cipher.” 

“They’re fine, brainiac. Well- actually I dunno about that inferior double of yours. I had him disposed of since you never really seemed to like him anyway. But, I took the liberty of putting the objectively better of the two little ones in here with you! I’m sure Shooting Star is around here somewhere. I really gotta map this place out, it's getting ridiculous. What do you call her? Marble? Maple?”  

Ford gripped the armrests of the wooden chair in a six-fingered vice.

 “And Dipper?” He gritted out through clenched teeth. 

“Pinetree? Safe and sound, as promised… regrettably. I thought it’d be best if he didn’t interfere with all this, though. Real vibe killer, that one.”

“Where. Is. He.” He began to shake with rage.

“I told you already. Safe. Sound. Are you going deaf or something? I didn’t think you were that old-”

Fed up, the scientist slammed both hands onto the table, knocking the repulsive plate of marsupial viscera onto the tile floor with a clatter, anger practically oozing out of every pore. He futilely attempted to lunge at the demon yet he remained glued to his seat as Bill just sat there, looking only slightly disappointed before taking long, slow sip of his wine. 

“I just made that for you, y’know.” The demon sighed, voice pitched in irritation. 

“Take me to them. Now.” Stanford snarled, nearly frantic. He refused to humor the monster’s sick delusions, and if he had so much as laid a finger on the younger pines twins, no matter how powerless against him he was now Ford would find a way to make him pay for it. 

“Not with that attitude. What, don't take my word for it? I made a deal didn't I?”

Ford kicked the table. “Of course I don’t take your fucking word for it! You’re the universe’s most deceptive villain! Every word you’ve ever said to me was a lie!” 

Bill gave him a bitter look, almost one of offense. “Woah woah woah, not everything-” 

“Bullshit! You just can’t help yourself can you? Do you hear yourself!?” He ranted, venom spewing from his every word. “You’re sick. What are you really trying to accomplish here? What is all this really for, Cipher?”

Bill stood up on his seat, trying to make himself bigger. “I told you I-”

“I don’t care about your convoluted lies! Why am I here? I have nothing left to give you! Is this just some sick ploy for you to worm your way back into my head? For you to have someone to control? For you to feel special again? For you to play god? Newsflash, demon, you are not a god, and I will never, ever, be manipulated and seduced into worshiping you like one ever again. You’re a sadistic, one-eyed, freak, Cipher, and I was a naive fool to ever think any differently.”

Bill stood there in shock for a moment, pupil so narrowly slitted that it almost disappeared entirely into the white of his eye. The wine glass in his hand abruptly shattered. In an instant he flipped from astounded to furious, his body turning to a fiery red once more. His tiny fists balled up at his sides, shaking as he shrieked, “Okay, that’s it, bucko! Didn’t they ever teach you in kindergarten that if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all?!”  

Just as Stanford was about to retort, the triangle threw up a pointer finger toward his face and suddenly he found himself unable to open his mouth at all. He immediately began to panic, hands coming up to claw at his face as though he could pry the magic seal off his lips with brute force. He fell to his knees as he was suddenly no longer stuck to his chair and it was ripped out from under him and slammed against the far wall with a loud bang. Suddenly, the tiles around him began to appear to turn almost liquid and red papered walls began to rise out of the floor on all sides. His insults and profanities were muffled as the walls rose higher and higher surrounding him until they met the ceiling, effectively trapping him in. Once he could no longer see Bill, the spell keeping him quiet was lifted and he gasped for breath. He stood up, frantically looking around for an exit point, but the pseudo-cage seemed to be effectively air tight. His ex-muse’s voice echoed and bounced off the narrow walls. 

“Say you’re sorry.”

Ford grimaced, head whipping around trying to pinpoint what direction the voice was coming from. He laughed dryly and joylessly. “You’re psychotic.” His eyes went wide as the ground shook beneath him, the walls of his confine suddenly moving closer together, enclosing the space even further. 

“Say. You’re. Sorry.” 

Ah. So this was how Bill wanted to play. The scientist brandished his fists and banged on the wall defiantly. “Over my dead body!” The cage got smaller.

“Say it!”

Stanford was quickly realizing he may be running out of options here. Hypothetically if the situation were different, he would honestly and truthfully rather die via pancaking between four rapidly encroaching walls than even think of apologizing to Bill Cipher. However, the kids were somewhere. Alone. At the end of the world. And if he died now, there’s no telling what could happen to them, assuming it hadn’t happened already. The walls began to push back against his braced arms and the demon kept screaming, voice shrill and headache inducing. 

“Say it! Say it say it say it say it-”

“...I’m sorry.”

And everything stopped. 

[elcuervoborracho]

"Glynda Goodwitch had a notably terrible first year, even by the standards of the ferocious Huntresses of the time. Her admission to Beacon Academy was a point of no return."

[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

+Disgrace 5: Pleasure+

-=-=Illustrations=-=-

Thank you to the lovely @cardcaptorufus for rendering the exterior of the Nohct City Casino!

After the night they had these two attempt to clear the air and ask the questions they've been avoiding, but even as Tah'nyem divulges some of her darkest secrets Crosshair can't help but notice the sudden coldness from his traveling companion. He's left with the decision as to whether or not he lets her pull away as they leave the liminal moon, crossing from his world to plunge headfirst into hers.

Read Here or on Ao3!

[redratt]

MEET ME IN THE WOODS TONIGHT

the REX NEMORENSIS and her childe, during the latter's embrace in 2002.

FIVE MISSING STUDENTS FOUND, SIXTH STILL LOST In a tragic turn, the bodies of five missing ██████ teenagers were discovered by Neuman River, several miles west of where they are believed to have disappeared. Details have yet to be released, but those at the scene describe it as being extremely gruesome and "utterly tragic". Authorities have issued a statement regarding the identity of the missing student: Kelly ███████, Senior at ██████ High, has still not been accounted for. The reward for any information regarding the disappearances or murders has been raised...

[theredcapeofk]

Last year I gave myself a crazy challenge. I wanted to write a Halloween fic and illustrate each chapter. I still cannot believe I succeeded and exceeded my expectations by creating a 6th illustration as a cover! The last chapter was posted a year ago on Halloween, so it's time I share this fic again

Summary

The Superfriends throw a Halloween party at the Tower to please Esme. It's Kara and Lena's first Halloween as a couple and they intend to celebrate properly

[characcoon]

"Color Theory" Chapter 1 - Mysterious Red Diamond

He looks on the shelf above, then the one below. No, it’s on the obsidian level. “C’mon, where the hell are you- Oh.” The diamond scroll that just a second ago shone like a beacon in that shadowed dusty corner of the spruce shelves, is now of a deep blood red color, dull, almost disappearing amongst the other dark colors. Unless he’s finally going crazy as expected, Martyn is sure that that wasn’t there before. With unblinking eyes, fearing that the magic will break if he moves in the wrong way, Martyn pokes the obsidian aside again and envelops his hand around the crimson lid. It has a shine at its core, deep within, like a poorly cut, unpolished amethyst. It can be confused with a crystalized mangrove log. At first glance, it’s not remarkable in any way. That’s the one. “I found it.” he announces, holding it with a death grip, feeling out of breath. […] "Row 6, behind the obsidian.” Martyn says “It called to me. This is my task.”

[the-moss-project]

“Did he just…ignore us?” Guy asks incredulously.

Kakashi’s rubbing his knee, turning to look out the open door one more time. The snow is still falling and tire tracks line the driveway. He sighs. “Yup. I’ll go warm up the truck.”

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Within the forests of the Emerald Triangle in Northern California, The Moss explores a tale of mental illness, family, and the cutthroat world of marijuana’s black market.  

Illustrations for this chapter also available HERE!

[picturesofthegoneworlds]

Interwined - Chapter 12 - Puncture

Hours pass and Laudna remains still, save for the magnetic push and pull to her whole body from the operation of Imogen's lungs, presence gentle and light like an old cat curled up in her lap but Imogen wants pressure, wishes Laudna’s head and shoulders would sink down into her chest, perhaps eliminate the weightless and dizzy feeling under her ribs and in her skull and stomach.

The deep navy of the sky blackens and the stars brighten. Imogen struggles to see anything past or in front of the pinpricks of light, deciding it wise to try and let her eyes adjust over summoning her own and maybe drawing attention.

A cicada-like trill resonates from nocturnal insects, and she does her best to keep an ear towards the trapdoor; tracking the absence of bone in plate-metal or chainmail scraping against sodden stone, hoping the silence maintains.

She also hopes the clouds and the rain don’t return – aware of the hunger for it and the reprieve it had initially brought, aware that she will in time wish for it again. Laudna dancing in the middle of the pathway running between the fields-

The recollection makes her heartbeat dance in turn, blood twisting and crashing through her veins in excitable tides; she sees the visible stutter to her chest through Laudna’s movements on top of it, as if her head were on a platter carried between Imogen's awkward and fumbling hands and her feet had dropped over an unseen step - like the ones she’d tumble down when she had fallen too quickly into a dream and had woken again with a start-

don’t wake her don’t wake her don’t wake her-

Right. Easy. Focus. It’s just like being in the saddle, not exciting your horse from erratic movements.  Imogen is confident there, is good at that - at a hold on reins and restraint. Control. Tack and the hands it is passed down from. Inherited. The burn of whisky, the bite of words. Control. The looks, the whispers she couldn’t hear but the thoughts she could. Smile. A tip of the hat and a bow of the head. Control. Two farmers and a butcher. Fingers that twitch. Lightning braiding around muscle and vein. Two men singed and on the floor. Control. Music. Sanctum. Hands and language and learning and being so tired, so ready to give over. Be freed from the fight, watching as her own skin is claimed each morning-

She doesn’t wake up alone any more.

Laudna's hands call darkness and Imogen's summon light.

It’s funny.

They are different, but also the same. A head with more than one voice. How can they even be expected to have-

Laudna's head rises and sinks and Imogen is pulled into it.

[caughtinthera1n]

I’M SO EXCITED TO SHARE THIS! After months of waiting and prep, I can finally share my entry for @bbcmerlin-reversebang! @papysanzo and I created a lovely Merthur fic + art!

Check out Papy’s art here!

And my fic here!

And both fic + art (combined!) are also right here:

Title: It's [Not] So Enchanting to Meet You

Creators: @caughtinthera1n, @papysanzo

Summary: King Arthur has spent countless weeks convincing his council to invite Emrys, the King of the Druids, to Camelot for a peace treaty. It's time for them to bury the hatchet...except things aren't as simple as they sound. Emrys is rude and beautiful and smug. Arthur is unwilling to let go of his past. When the two find themselves relying on each other for survival, how will they ever see eye to eye?

A hurt/comfort fic with some dungeon-shaped trouble and (hopefully) requited romance. See notes for warnings.