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hindbodes · 4 months ago
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madbalalaika · 3 days ago
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Another commission for @wind-up-nhaama of Odette Tavelyen and Gale! Thank you so so much once again 😄❤️
ko-fi | info and commissions
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notmusa · 11 months ago
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this just in:
local beetlejuice house: rules, is awesome
more at 11
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booasaur · 2 years ago
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Station 19 - 3x05 || 6x15 - “I know from the first time I saw you in that bar, you are the person that I wanted to call.”
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francisforever2014 · 22 hours ago
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january the absolutely famous month that you sre
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thylacines-toybox · 2 years ago
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Some of my thylacines and their botanical namesakes around the garden and kitchen!
Rosemary, Nettle, Chive, Onion & Garlic, Sesame*, Ginger & Cinnamon, Lavender, Saffron, Juniper, Elderflower
*I cheated, those are actually linseeds
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thegingerwrites · 11 months ago
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Fanbinding: am i a stranger to you? by @chasingfictions
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Just then, the last of the blood slipping from that boy into Spike, him and Dru grabbing for each other with their fangs in each other’s mouths, then walking hand in hand up Fifth Avenue, all the way back home, a little prayer croaks out of him, before he realizes enough to grab it back— Please. Please, let it be like this always. - (In which New York City is one of the various loves of Spike's unlife, he can’t stop thinking about the Slayer, and in which, mostly, he just really wants to belong somewhere, if anyone will have him.)
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I was inspired by the folks at the Renegade Bookbinding Guild and their Binderary 2024 events to try my hand at binding some of my favorite works of fanfiction. This one is the fifth part of chasingfictions my blood tastes like laughter series and has had a special place in my heart since 2021. I'm from NY and I read this between classes my first semester back at school during the pandemic and Spike's love for the city seemed to perfectly resonated with my own so I wanted to commemorate that in print!
This is the first text block I've ever sewn by hand. At four signatures, this seemed like a perfect starter project. I'm learning that part of designing books is doing it by ✨vibe✨ The gray/white/silver/gold marbled cover said New York to me, sort of a glass and concrete with a bit of shine aesthetic. I went with red end papers because vampires. The typesetting isn't too fancy but I really wanted to find an art deco ornament to separate sections of the fic. It took me a while to figure out how I wanted to decorate the spine. I originally used a gold foil quill to trace the text of the title and author but then went over it with a paint pen recommended in one of the Binderary sessions last month and fell in love with the effect. I can't believe my hand was steady enough to get it that clean 😅
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serendipnpipity · 5 days ago
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The Prophecy
fandom: Wicked
pairings: Glinda Upland & Elphaba Thropp, Glinda Upland/Elphaba Thropp, Elphaba Thropp/Fiyero Tigelaar
rating: general
warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings
tags: dreams, universe jumping, grief/mourning, angst with a happy ending, misunderstandings, additional tags to be added, SPOILERS for Act 2
word count: ~2k
chapters (1.31.2025): 2/5
summary:
“Getting your dreams, it's strange, but it seems a little, well, complicated.” *** The Witch of the West is dead. Glinda Upland can’t accept that.
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inspired by (when you gonna realize) it was just that the time was wrong by @leblonde and I try to picture me without you but I can’t by solarpower21 on AO3.
dedicated to misty @bewareofthenewphannie and manda @proudsnackeezowner. thank you for being my cheerleaders on this story!
read on ao3
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howdoyousleep3 · 2 days ago
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got to do my hair and makeup and dress cute and shop for crystals and spicy manga and eat Chinese food with my best friend this weekend, feeling rejuvenated
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mondaymelon · 1 year ago
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ignore the fact i disappeared that was simple winter hibernation ( still sick and coughing out my lungs btw )
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for a basically nonexistent context it’s currently 1:50 am my paper is literally just on my mattress hello hard surface who and this is the most abhorrent lighting and i COOKED (dubious) 🔥🔥🔥‼️🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🌶️🌶️✨🌶️😋😋🌶️😋😋🥺🥺💖💖✨✨
one of my ocs grgrggrjekslalksj I need to talk about them more on here nyways yeah uhm bye read the tags thanks
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green-fifteen · 1 year ago
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Day 8: Slow Blink
Prompt: Smile Fandom: The Witcher (TV) Pairing: Geralt & Jaskier Summary: Jaskier discovers something interesting about his companion. Word count: 1,404 read on ao3 instead
written for @fluffyfebruary
Jaskier had been traveling with Geralt for four years when he finally learned something absolutely fundamental about his friend. The witcher might disagree, but to Jaskier this was the most important discovery he'd made since he'd found the man himself.
It was a hot day and they were stuck in mud up to their ankles, trudging through some hovel right at the edge of a wide river.
"Why are we here, Geralt?" Jaskier had whined, lifting his hat to wipe the sweat from his brow. His companion had only grunted and walked on. "Geralt. Geralt! You know, I'm sure Roach would have a thing or two to say about you dragging her through this mire. We could catch a disease! What if we all get a parasite! And for what!"
He looked over at the horse in question to see what she thought of the situation, but Geralt moved in front of him to feed her a treat from the saddlebag.
"Roach is fine," he said. She did look fine-- crunching down on the hard, rooty end of a carrot and somehow making it through the mud like it was water instead of awful sludge that was trying to take Jaskier's shoes off his feet every time he took a step. He stopped walking, overheated and annoyed.
"That's it!" he cried. "I'm finding an inn--" he looked around at the sad little huts and gardens. "--or a tree stump, or somewhere I can go and wait for you to come back. This is ridiculous."
Geralt looked at him and said, "Okay," and gave him a look that clearly meant, Why should I care? It would be hurtful if Jaskier hadn't spent so much time with him. Geralt never wanted him to come with him on Witcher business. By now the bard was good at convincing himself it was solely because Geralt cared so much for his health and well-being.
Rolling his eyes, Jaskier made to turn around and stride away, forgetting for a moment that his shoes were firmly stuck in mud. He felt his bag drop first as he flailed his arms to steady his balance, and then he was tipping backwards as if in slow motion, gazing up at the unfairly blue sky as he finally landed on the ground. His lovely linen shirt squelched into the ground as his legs bent at the knee, his shoes still planted.
Roach stepped away, alarmed. Geralt patted her side reassuringly while his gaze was on Jaskier, who blearily noted how fetching his yellow eyes looked against the summer sky. As he watched, the witcher closed his eyes and opened them again, too long to be a blink but too short to be anything else.
Furrowing his brow, Jaskier stuck out an arm to Geralt, who sighed but heaved him out of the mud. His clothes and shoes left the ground with an awful sucking noise.
Subtly, he watched the witcher's face as he dragged himself back into order, wiping mud from his elbows and the backside of his satchel. After a few seconds, Geralt blinked, short and unremarkable. Jaskier was tempted to call it a fluke-- after all, blinking slightly longer than usual could mean anything, or nothing at all. On top of that, the bard was frustrated with Geralt, covered in mud, and wanted nothing more than to strip all his clothes off and plunge into a cold bath.
He simply said, "Right, well. I'll see you when you're finished, I assume." He tried to be subtle as he took Roach's sack of treats from the saddlebag, but it didn't work. The horse nosed at him and the witcher tilted his head and frowned even deeper.
"So you both come back," he quipped, trying to sound like he was joking even though he wasn't. "I'll just be taking this with me on my quest to find suitable lodgings. Don't be out too late, dear." He stuffed the sack into his own bag and carefully marched away.
Two days later, Geralt came back to the little riverside town, smelling truly awful and with the head of some hideous swamp-thing strapped to his saddle. Jaskier had been fortunate enough to find an old, unused stable and made himself a nice little bed out of smelly hay. He hadn't felt inspired to play (he wasn't sure anyone there would be able to pay him for the privilege) so he worked on composing new songs instead as he waited for the witcher to return.
When he did, Jaskier didn't notice at first, too busy staring into the distance and counting off lines of metered verse. He was sitting on a boulder on the riverbank with one foot on the ground and the other propped up on his seat. He had nothing with him but his lute and his leather-bound notebook.
He jumped when he felt something shove his shoulder. Roach was behind him, Geralt looming above on her back. He sprang to his feet.
"Geralt! The Lady Roach!" he said, then stopped. "What is that smell?"
Before Geralt could answer (or, more likely, not answer), Roach pushed him again with her nose. Then she pushed him again and he stumbled to keep his balance.
Geralt made a noise that might have been a sigh. "Where are her carrots, bard?"
Jaskier was trying to pet the horse into submission but she wasn't interested in being mollified and began to nose her way into his jacket.
"Is that what this is about? I have her little bag in the stable just there--," his voice cut off with a warble as Roach took a step forward, shoving Jaskier along with her, and he lost his battle to stay upright. For the second time in three days, Jaskier watched the earth turn to sky in front of his eyes as he fell backward, this time directly into the river.
When he came up spluttering, he saw Roach pawing the ground and the witcher standing next to her and staring at him. When their eyes met, Jaskier glaring in disbelief, Geralt closed his eyes again in that same long blink as before. Then he turned his head to look at Roach and did it again at her.
Jaskier stood up and dripped, looking around at the river. The water was cool and relatively clear. "There isn't an inn here, Geralt," he said. "This is probably the best place to bathe for several miles." He did want to grumble a bit at the hair plastered to his face and the soaked feathers in his hat, but the water felt like heaven in the summer humidity.
"Also, I can smell you from here."
Geralt huffed and looked away, but he tied Roach to a log and undressed. As he waded into the water and felt the grime and sweat wash away from him, he did it again. One moment his face was hard as the steel of his sword and the next his whole expression seemed to soften and his eyes fell closed, then opened again.
Jaskier felt epiphany close over him. Oh. He was reminded of the cats his sister had kept growing up. Their nurse had told them to watch and listen whenever they could because not every creature used words like they could. Pay attention to everything else, she'd said, and you'll get the message anyway.
Jaskier was paying attention. He was paying the most attention. He thought he might have just made the discovery of his lifetime. Namely, that the witcher Geralt, White Wolf and the Butcher of Blaviken, smiled. Not only that, but he did it often.
After that, Jaskier was on the lookout for Geralt's peculiar little smile. Unfortunately, he saw it most often directed toward Roach or whenever Jaskier managed to embarrass himself somehow. It wasn't until they'd been traveling together nearly ten years that he started to see it more regularly even when he hadn't just fallen over a tree stump or ripped his trousers.
When they met that spring, Jaskier spotted him at the stables before Geralt had turned around.
"Geralt!" he shouted, joy making his limbs feel light. He had stopped resisting the urge to hug Geralt somewhere around their seventh year, so he didn't hesitate before throwing his arms around the witcher, who simply looked down at Jaskier and blinked, long and slow.
He couldn't wipe the beam from his face for days.
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outeremissary · 9 months ago
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Many, many months late, I finally finished Day 7 of OC Kiss Week, which was lined and mostly colored back in February when time ran out- a soft kiss for Vio and Balthazar.
This was supposed to have a companion piece which is also still unfinished- I'm hoping to get back to it in coming months! I'm glad that at least these two are finally out there. Thank you again to @mountainashfae for letting me borrow Vio and for being so, so patient with the time I put this aside.
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justkillingthyme · 1 month ago
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As of right now my plan is continue doing my thing (all five fandom days plus fic per week) until I get too busy or I burn out finally and can’t keep up
Might end up making a bunch of relatively low quality posts just to have something in my queue in case I can’t do it for a while because atp I’m usually doing art just day to day.
My semester ends towards the end of January, so then I’ll probably have to readjust my plans. This semester I had relatively easy classes so I had a lot of time to write, but next semester I probably won’t be able to write as much if I keep up the same output of art
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Why do I need a job why can't I just take art lessons and baking lessons and scuba diving lessons and piano lessons and figure skating lessons and woodworking lessons and bushcrafting lessons and pottery lessons and horse riding lessons and sailing lessons and archery lessons and foreign language lessons and climbing lessons and welding lessons and fencing lessons and cooking lessons until I die?
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pikhachu · 1 month ago
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its time for this thang again lesgo
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nostalgia-tblr · 18 days ago
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I have finished the 9th chapter of the sylki car fic, which assuming I stick to the rest of the outline means I have written half of it. Hurrah! That half is about 15k words long btw, they are not long chapters.
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