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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

He is! 😄😄😄

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Detective!miguel with His sidekick,or agent

but he falls in love with his sidekick/agent while being her partner for soo long

(FEM!reader pls) make reader care free or just friendly to everyone,but when it an case.It game time,Serious time,no playing around.

Ahhhh! I love the vibes!

Detective!Miguel O'Hara x fem!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? • ask-travaganza masterlist •

Warnings: injury references, brief sexy time references, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 307

Miguel’s usually very quiet and collected, methodical in how he approaches cases. 

Pretends he doesn’t love your little jokes and snips, but you can tell by the way his lips twitch ever so slightly that he really loves them.

Everyone thinks he’s so stoic all the time, but that’s only because his sarcasm is so deadpan and his normal tone is so low it’s almost impossible to decipher. 

You can tell though. He makes you snort laugh at the worst possible times. It’s one of his favourite things. 

Always asks your opinion on everything, likes to hear you talk about the case. It helps him to process.  

He gets injured badly on one case and absolutely panics afterwards because he realises, when he thought he was going to die, his last thoughts before he passed out were of you. 

When he wakes up in the hospital you’re asleep on the chair next to his bed.

He nearly pulls out several tubes trying to climb out of bed and hug you. 

Gets told off by not only you, but three nurses. 

Only settles back down when you hold his hand, he strokes your cheek and tells you he loves you.

“You must be on some really good drugs right now, O’Hara.” You tease.

You only believe him when he keeps telling you every single day.

You chew him out for getting so badly hurt, and how he shouldn’t take stupid risks.

“Take a stupid risk on me?” 

“Do not change the subject, Miguel.” 

“Go back to calling me O’Hara, you saying Miguel in that tone…” 

“Makes you nervous?” 

“Horny.” 

Your first kiss is only when he’s finally allowed to go home, because he didn’t want it to be in a hospital bed. 

He did kiss your cheeks, hands, neck, shoulders, forehead and everywhere else he could reach though.

Thank you so much for reading!

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EXPLODES INTOA BILLION PIECES

Here is my mass-revenge for everyone on Artfight up until a certain point (I’m so sorry if you didn’t make it in, this took me a few days to make 🙇💀💀💀)

IM GOING TO TRY AND TAG EVERYONE THATS IN IT, WISH ME LUCKKKKK

(Credits/tags under the cut)

TV/Dark: @darkxsoulzyx (ME)

Virux: @bunrux (and whom the attack is addressed too because wE’RE LINKED TOGETHER)

Indigo: @astral-olive

Ace/Luria: @gufaspins

Invalid: Breadmaster (artfight)

Nihility/Tizo: @cinnabynn

Puppet: @dustyisegg

Stitch: idiotofthecentury404 (DeviantArt)/cheese_idiot2 (Twitter)

Luna Phasma: @stefdarkblood

Tasia: pinnipuff (artfight)

Ace/Soi: yekorav (Instagram)

Ali Surna: @alisurna

Hollow/Fatality: @inkywellcrow

Beast Sans: FernTail06 (instagram)

Candyland DCA/Sandman: @garbagechocolate

RELLIK: @s0l-st-ice

Alex: @boredlydoodling

Livvy: flowerry_._ (tiktok)

Floral/Unknown: Holy_Mol_y (Twitter)

Crash: @russianfig

Vitrum: @mossdoesartshit

AbsentCat/Mystery Apocalypse: Absentcat (tiktok and YouTube)

Rootsy: @awoscorner

Eli Jin/Fry08: @sandeewithtwoe

Rosy Sans: @justabirds-art

Judas: @claie171art

Comedy/Tragedy: @woolysstuff

Faolan: @the-jadedknight

Kai: @blizzysnowolf

Scot: @usercookie2008

Thane/Nyx: Khaotic_Order (Twitter) Khaotic_order_ (instagram)

Moss: @swiftmitsu

Chiib/H.O.PE.: @chiib-foxx-artz

Glitter: @kandidandi

Motus: potato_mochi_679 (instagram)

Tempean: @zef01

Loanen Riverside: nox_starswimmer ( instagram)

Twister/Wraith: @marinavoyageuse

Aya: @domijeannes

Exp: Cut_It_Out (Artfight (and I’m assuming Amino?))

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Oh, and if any of you were curious about how much it was worth… >:)

[fearmeeeee]

If your still taking requests-

Can you draw deuce and ace ? I really admire you and your work :D

[thearunadragon]

THANK YOU OMG I LOVE HIM AND HIS FLUFF 💖💖

Eragon at the end of the first Book(sketch)

I finally found and bought the physical copy of Eldest yesterday and since I've already finished the last book of trials of apollo(which I'll also draw at some point) I'm going to start reading Eldest soon and I decided to make this sketch of how I imagine Eragon would look at the end of the first book and the beginning of the second one to help me and make it easier to imagine the scenes in the book.

I decided to put him in this more tidy outfit, because I always thought that the Varden gave Eragon the best clothes possible, since he is literally the "greatest hope" for the entire rebellion against Galbatorix so they needed this to even increase the morale of the entire group and make a kind of show off with him.

[trashyshrew]

for the art thing... lawlight 👉👈 ? they look so cute in your style no pressure though 🙇

my pleasure - thank you so much ☺️

[nezhanetwork]

happy double life anniversary!

[butteronabun]

You were grinning playfully at Diluc. After noticing that there were couples all around you while lining up for the musical theatre, you placed your hands on your hips and said, “No matter what happens - you’re not allowed to fall in love with me.”

Unimpressed, Diluc scoffed, and crossed his arms. “Won’t be a problem.” Just because he cancelled one business meeting for you didn’t mean he would already look at you that way. Ridiculous.

And yet years later, he finds himself smiling at the sight of you, walking down the aisle with a bouquet.

[spacedoutman]

Hell yes! Once I start drawing again, this will be one of the first on my list!

Okay Eric

[zorangezest]

Don't mind me, just reblogging a few things at 1 am, haha...

(I'm not close to done yet, but I really should've hit the hay over an hour ago)

Scrumptious art btw, the rendering is immaculate and the way you convey expressions is done so well, expect to see a few bites missing from your canvas 😋

MY CANVAS,!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE EATING HIM,,!!!!!!!

[frownyalfred]

Can I just say I love the way you talk about Ra’s and Bruce’s relationship! Or more specifically the way Ra’s is obsessed with Bruce and that Bruce is more or less just doesn’t think about him.

Like Ra’s is here posting shit like “if only he realizes his true place by my side” whereas Bruce just has so much shit going on in his daily life that he doesn’t even think about Ra’s. I think it’d be funny to see how much this drives Ra’s up the wall that he is just another annoyance (and traumatic experience) for Bruce when Bruce was (is) a beacon that illuminates a new path for him and the League. Just Ra’s having to compete with a bunch of young 20s and teens to even get Bruce to hold a conversation with him.

Love your works!! Hope you have a great day!

I love that dynamic for them so much, I wish there was more fic about it! Usually it's just fic about Tim, which is valid, but I like to think Bruce was Ra's' first obsession. He never got over him leaving the League and eschewing their mission (and his own potential).

There's also something very interesting about people like Ra's and even Minhkhoa seeing the potential in Bruce from early on, but being forced to watch the culmination of that power and skill and training from afar. And how their time together might be sacred to him, but to Bruce it was only ever a stepping stone forward in the pursuit of his mission.

[thatmooncake]

I love the way you characterize Moon, he's such a skrunkly gremlin, very cat like

Mewn

[cauldronblssd]

Ahhh I love this so much! Thank you for my wonderful gift.

Smirking Lucien with his slutty little shirt?? I’m losing it. And the way he lifts his glass to her? Obsessed

I can’t wait to read more! And to give you those rom com recs. 💚💚💚

Fires of Fate (Elucien fic, Part 1) (ACOTAR Gift Exchange 2024)

A/N: This is the first part of the long series i wrote for the talented and lovely @cauldronblssd I'm your secret santa! Next parts are coming soon, i hope you like it!

Summary: Bound by fate, but driven by desire, Elain and Lucien are drawn together by a force neither can resist. In the quiet pull of their hearts, they will uncover a love and passion that transcends the bond and sets them both aflame.

The Winter Solstice celebration was in full swing, the manor alive with music and laughter, the warmth of the hearths battling the crisp chill that still lingered in the air. Tables groaned under the weight of decadent food and drink, while High Fae from across the courts mingled beneath the golden light of crystal chandeliers. Elain stood by one of the grand arched windows, her back to the frost-laced panes, watching the revelry unfold. The goblet in her hand was cool against her palm, its contents untouched, though her fingers clutched it as if it might steady her.

She wasn’t paying attention to Nesta’s pointed commentary about the Autumn Court delegation, wasn’t even listening to the music that swirled around her. No, her focus was elsewhere. On him.

Lucien stood across the room near the roaring hearth, the flickering firelight gilding him in molten gold. He was speaking with Kallias and Viviane, his red hair catching the light like freshly polished copper. The deep green velvet jacket he wore fit his broad shoulders and tapered down his lean frame as though it had been sculpted for him, the intricate golden embroidery along the cuffs and lapels catching the glow of the chandeliers above. Beneath, a pristine white shirt was undone just enough to reveal a teasing expanse of bronzed skin, the hollow of his throat, and the strong curve of his collarbone.

Elain’s breath hitched as her eyes drank him in. She told herself she was simply observing, simply admiring the way the firelight softened the scar that slashed across one side of his face. But her gaze betrayed her, slipping lower, to the line of his throat and the way the muscles there shifted as he tilted his head slightly to laugh at something Viviane had said.

And then he raised his glass.

Her heart stumbled as he brought the rim to his lips, his long fingers curling around the crystal. He took a slow sip, and her eyes followed the motion, helpless against the pull. The liquid caught the light as it passed his lips, and her breath stilled as she watched his throat work, watched the muscles of his neck flex and move. His Adam’s apple bobbed with each deliberate swallow, the firelight glinting off the faint sheen of sweat along his skin. The teasing glimpse of his chest beneath his undone collar felt almost indecent, though it was she who couldn’t stop staring.

Her pulse thundered, her stomach tightening with a heat that spread lower, deeper, until her thighs clenched of their own accord. A soft gasp escaped her, unbidden, as her abdomen throbbed with a need she didn’t dare name.

It wasn’t just him—it was the bond. That shimmering, unrelenting thread that connected them, that hummed between them like a second heartbeat. She could feel it now, stronger than ever, pulling her toward him, begging her to close the space between them.

And then, as if he had heard the plea she hadn’t spoken, Lucien turned his head. Slowly. Deliberately.

His mismatched eyes locked onto hers from across the room, molten and unyielding. The bond flared, hot and insistent, as his gaze swept over her. Thorough. As though he were cataloging every detail of her, from the flush staining her cheeks to the way her lips parted as their eyes met.

Her fingers tightened around her goblet, her entire body trembling under the weight of his attention. His lips, still glistening from the sip of wine, curved into the faintest, most devastating smirk. It was a look that felt like a caress, like the whisper of his fingers along her skin, a promise unspoken but loud enough to leave her breathless.

Lucien raised his glass again, the movement so slow, so confident, that it sent a shiver down her spine. He tilted it slightly, in acknowledgment. To her.

Her throat went dry, and she turned quickly, pretending to be engrossed in whatever Nesta was saying. But it was a lie. Her thoughts were a riot of heat and longing, of aching want that pulsed in time with the bond thrumming in her chest.

And she wasn’t alone.

Lucien's hand clenched on his glass, his jaw flexing as he forced himself to look away from her. He felt her just as strongly as she felt him, the bond tugging, demanding he close the space between them, demanding he take what was his. But he didn’t move. He wouldn’t.

Still, his heart pounded against his ribs, his blood hot and restless as he fought the pull. It was a losing battle—he knew it, and judging by the way she’d looked at him, she knew it, too.

Flushed and breathless, Elain excused herself, murmuring a half-hearted excuse as she hurried from the crowded hall.

Lucien’s eyes tracked her departure, though he made no move. He remained where he was, his body taut as a bowstring, trying to temper the surge of emotions that roared through the bond. Her unease, her nervousness—it wasn’t his to fix, not unless she wanted it to be.

But then the bond shifted—softened. A quiet hum of something like… hope? Or invitation.

Lucien set down his drink, murmured an excuse to Kalias and strode towards the doors Elain had disappeared through.

Tonight, they were only spectators in the dance the fate had choreographed for them. But the night was young, and Solstice had always been a time for gifts. For giving. And for taking.

[sanzosin]

For three lovely ladies who blessed me with their patience , good humour and generosity ,as i warped into the Rogue Trader universe!

@thetartmuse @cawyden-gaming @theevilscribbler

BONUS:

I imagine Heinrix has only two face expressions in my 1st playthrough

[pechagummy]

Hosted Lance Week for the 6th time this year! 🥳

(bonus! my piece for the @halloffamezine!)

[canisalbus]

hey there! sorry to bother again, but I was in a animating mood, so I ended doing a short animation of Machete for practice. It's kinda messy since I havent done that for a while, but hope you like it!

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[blonndiec]

So it's been almost a year I joined -officially- the YoI fandom and just this morning I was beyond surprised I hit a milestone on AO3 over the weekend, so right now it's a little bit more than the square number. If you've taken the time to read my stories, leave a comment or a token of your appreciation to what I write/create in AO3, I wanted to say...

✨Thank you so much✨

This has been such a wild, exciting and fun ride being part of the community but also having the honor of reading other amazing authors in the YoI fandom. And on a more personal note: This has been a lifeline for me. This year, I suffered two losses quite suddenly and when everything around me was shattering and life demanded me to be the rock of my loved ones. Returning to writing and drawing, being creative, Yuri!!! On Ice and some amazing people in the fandom (which some of them now I have the luck of now calling friends) was what kept me sane through depression, grief and a world that keeps spinning and doesn't wait for pain to be over.

To celebrate, I wanted to make some -quick, not detailed and made in between meetings- art with one of my headcanons for a slightly younger/early 20's/ Viktor:

• In the off-season (at least at some point just when he first cut his hair to make a transformation to wow the audience) Viktor often let his hair grow for some months. And so he would start to look more flowy. I kind of seeing him taking on this look after he retires because OF COURSE he won't get bald, and OF COURSE he would want to remind himself about his very flowy, very incredible hair every morning.

I'm writing a teen Viktor fanfiction that is inspired by how much we all still want to know about Viktor's early life. And also, will connect to teen Yuuri soon! If this is your kind of story, you can READ HERE