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āāI justā¦I thought you might like to come back, one day,ā Crowley said very quietly. Aziraphaleās foot pressed against his again, and Crowley drew in a sudden breath, as if he hadnāt been breathing properly since Aziraphale had stopped touching him.ā
This piece was a commission from the lovely @fellshish for their lovely friend, @alphacentaurinebula ās fic What Are You Doing Here? This fic is cute, funny, heartwarming, and incredibly spicy, and Iām very much looking forward to finishing it! Thank you Fells for being wonderful to work with, and happy (belated) birthday to you Alphacentauri, Iām very happy I could do this for you!
#I had the quote the fic itās just so good#and cute#good omens#art#illustration#my art#aziraphale#crowley#ineffable husbands#good omens fanart#ALPHAAAAAAAA HAPPY BIRTHDAY#Iām so happy was asked to make art for the both of you yāall are so wonderful and nice to work with#I really hope you enjoy it#ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøššššššššššššššššššš#everyone go read the fanfic plsss#even if smut isnāt your thing the first chapter is incredibly good as a stand alone#good omens fanfiction
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Papercraft Tohru - and Yuki, and Kyo! And some little fruit details, because, after all... Fruits Basket! š
I got pretty emotional making this one! Fruits Basket had a huge, profound effect on me in my teens, and I often curled up with it for comfort and a sense of companionship during hard times. Now as an adult, it's been a while since I've read the whole series through, but I pick up random volumes fairly often and skim through them to get that familiar rush of warmth. It's still such a lovely series!
#fruits basket#tohru honda#yuki sohma#kyo sohma#papercraft#papercutting#paper art#traditional art#my art#it was interesting to grow with the series#as a teen the first half resonated with me most#and while I enjoyed the second half I didn't love it quite the same way#as a young adult rereading the series I enjoyed the first half but didn't feel that same resonance#whereas when I hit the second half THERE was the jolt of Oh! It's me!!#as a full-on adult human I always get nostalgic and happy when rereading old volumes#but while I can remember identifying with the characters with my ENTIRE VIBRATING SOUL the feeling is less intense nowadays#then the sequel came out and I figured Heck yeah time to check in on the old faves. Nostalgia time#half a chapter in and BAM! sitting on the floor full-on crying!!!#they made it! these characters I loved and grew with made it!!#they reached adulthood and created families and found their happinesses and loved and loved and loved!!!#and so have I!!!!!!#the takeaway is that fruits basket is VERY powerful and I will be in its gentle grip forever apparently
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*clasps your shoulders gently and looks you straight in the eye*
Keferon. Please read Ninth by Kyn on AO3. I think you would love it very much. It has a large chapter count, but don't be intimidated, it's very easy to get into. It is currently unfinished, but is being updated regularly.
You are the seventh person that recommended this fic to me so ahahahaha yeah
Iām doing great Help I hate some parts of it but I love the other parts Iām spinning in the blender
ā¦..I made the moodboardā¦.
#chapter 37#of 120 or something#I must be like 90k words in haha#large word count is not an intimidation. Itās an invitation haha#I love the fics that I canāt read in just one hour:)#I gotta say I donāt enjoy the concept of making robots into organic life#itās just my preference#seeing them as humans or animals or whatever feels so fucking wrong#the concept itself drives me off#like. Strongly#But at the same time. This fic isnāt about them being āhaha cute organicsā#itās āoh god. I was turned into something Iām notā#instead of teeheee theyāre fluffy#itās please free me from this fucking nightmare. please let me be myself again.#idk how to explain. I resonate I guess#it often feels very disturbing but the characters are also disturbed#So now Iām kind of stuck reading this fic because I just canāt stop lol#just politely skipping the parts that make me too uncomfortable#also#the body horror isā¦.damn. Impressive. I didnāt expect to read about grotesque fleshy creature turning itself inside out#itās not even aesthetic or symbolic#it literally looks like a fucking nightmare. Which is impressive also.#the flesh is g r o s s#the beginning got me struggling and skipping#but the intermission is currently ruining my sleep schedule#oh fuckā¦.I usually send my posts to the authors of the fics I readā¦..but I feel like I might offend the author of Ninth if do thisā¦ā¦..#thereās a tiny chance theyāre following meā¦.if itās true then I wanna tell Iām sorry pls donāt take this seriously#your fic got me waay out of my comfort zone#huge points for writing Ratchet. Drift in this fic isā¦the grossest fucking thing I could probably imagine but Ratchet doesnāt even hesitate#he helps him and he cares for him. Which isā¦..imma be real my first instinct would be to set Drift on fire to end his misery
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this bastard doesnāt deserve bramās cunty look someone get him back in his ugly ass rat bastard outfit
#maybe reading the new chapter first thing in the morning was a mistake#iām so salty#i did really enjoy the chapter to be clear i just think fyodor is a slippery bastard and i want to see him really lose for once#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd manga spoilers#bsd 114.5#bram stoker#fyodor dostoevsky
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Fire in the forest
----------------------------------------- Summary: The Fennekin and Nuzleaf continue to make their way through the woods when they meet a young Chespin and a Fletchling.
They frantically ask for help to get 2 of their peers down: a Pancham and a Smeargle who are stuck on top of a tree due to fear of aggravating a disturbed Rhydon that appears to be suffering from nightmares.
Things become more complicated when a fire erupts in the forest from the Fennekin.
#dynart#pokemon#fennekin#chespin#nuzleaf#rhydon#pancham#smeargle#fletchling#pmd#all#story#this was going to be the first chapter of the story!#this picture's a lot more hectic than I would've liked#but there was a lot I wanted to cram in the first chapter I guess haha#enjoy!
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#my art#tag ramble#sketches#ttte#ttte rheneas#tried colouring this#didnāt work out twice so Iām gonna surrender it for now#the intention was to have it as some kind of print out for myself (idrk)#hence the shapes#somewhat inspired by some of the graphic design trends from the show#despite my failure I still feel so pleasantly about this guy#it makes me smile#as corny as that is#I feel rheneas is somewhat in shadow compared to the other narrow gauge āmainsā#heās less fleshed out in person as a character which is sad#it makes me want to get him ārightā the most out of all of them if I make anything with him in it#idk#I enjoy whatever my interp is so far at least#even if Iām a mid writer lol#(yea Iām still doing thatā¦ been fretting over getting the first chapters right#but hopefully Iāll get something out this year#Iād certainly like to at this rate)
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This stupid scene rotates in my head all day because I still can't understand it. Does Yuri think they've been dating since forever? Tamura says no!! Then why is he upset?? Because he always thought that Fujisaki only wanted to fuck and not date?? No because dating shouldn't change his experience at school that much, Fujisaki willingly let's him do other men in the school, and it's not like he can control Yuri anyways. Because he brought it up in the middle of it?? Maybe?? But if he didn't want to he could've just ignored him??Fujisaki single handedly caused this man to do even more weird things because he's the only person who managed to make Yuri upset, the guy that Tamura specifically said only has friends because he's never upset about anything whatsoever. He's also the only person (outside of Tamura ofc) to see his face properly without it being some occasion where he is required to take his glasses off. Yuri willingly speaks FULL SENTENCES with this guy, I don't even know if Fujisaki knows how special he is.
#ALSO THE FACT#the god damn FACT that Fujisaki managed to tire YURI out on his FIRST TIME#yuri had to tell him to STOP#which is insane#yuri the most slutty and insane man in ybc#had to tell this guy to stop#because he got worn out#imagine the stamina on fujisaki bro#also very enjoy how fuji plays into his weird roleplay(?)#i mean he was threatened once but#point stands#one day instead of tamura itll be fuji walking him on the leash#yarichin b club#yarichin bitch club#i also love the way fuji is slowly learning the patterns in his insanity#he can lowkey kinda read him after the summer camp chapters#I guess thats what u get if u stalk him for long enough
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When a sea monster gets hired to work at the Chum Bucket, she starts to cause panic at the Krusty Krab while a certain absorbent fry cook tries to befriend her.
First chapter of the CoralBob fic is finally up!
#always wanted to do a fic like this but AAAAA IM SO NERVOUS!!!#so Iām being brave and finally doing it!#if yāall remembered the one short comic of their meeting I changed a few things here so that comic is outdated now#but I hope you all at least enjoy the first chapter!!#ā¤ļø coralbob ā¤ļø#canon x self insert#self ship#self insert#šØ chy creations šØ#self ship fic
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For those wondering about my deeply violent descent into Kn8, the series is, essentially, Shonen Genre Pacific Rim Fanfic with:
A Shonen Protagonist in his early 30s who is also a monster shapeshifter
Intergenerational friendships that are presented in a positive and interesting light
A different exploration of the ādrifting with a Kaijuā subplot
Very, very little fanservice from the women in the cast and (at time of writing), no focus on romance
Strong undertones of mutual kindness and camaraderie
A villain with really strange motivations
It oozes sincerity and does not try to mock or deconstruct either its source material or its genre. Itās a deeply earnest rework of the ideas presented in Del Toroās original film with a heavy Shonen flair and less mecha.
In short, it feels like it was custom-written for me.
#kn8#kaiju no. 8#pacific rim#if you are like me#and enjoy all of those things#this is an immediate recommend#imo the anime feels gorier#so sample the manga first if you are sensitive#most of the genre awkwardness in terms of comedy and fanservice is localized to the literal first two chapters slash episodes#also the manga art? delicious
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"Who's your friend, MK?"
INSPIRED BY THE FIC: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46162438/chapters/116212117
Which, if you 'haven't read yet- why not?? go read it now!! It's literally so good, its so good- had me crying- LIKE. I WANNA FIGHT WUKONG FROM THIS FIC SOOOO BAD but at the same time,,, i wanna hug him and bring him nice things and make sure he's safe and happy! The author writes so amazingly and aaaah! the pain!!!!
#N E WAY#i wanted to do it in a sorta crayon style#so it had a sort of 'through the lenses of a child' kind of look - idk if it came out well#but i do like the style! i saw an artist at comic con + it looked like they went over their art with a crayon effect which i really liked#but i got a bit of the way through and went 'hm. what if i just did it all crayon.' whICH I ENJOYED SO SHRUGS#i haven't read the newest chapter yet! but as soon as i post this im going to#and then prolly slide into Smiles dm's and cry - ive been told it has angst!#its such a good fic tho#100% recommend it#along with their other fic - Taken#which is also really good i have a lil drawing planned for that oneee#hint hint its about the name line - 'A name is the first gift you are given' cause it made me cry a little#shadowpeach#MK#macaque#six eared macaque#sun wukong#lmk#lego monkie kid#monkie kid#the day the world eclipsed#fic inspired#my art#smudged art#artist on tumblr#SWK#qi xiaotian#lmk fanart#lmk shadowpeach
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I FINISHED SYNERGY AND ENTROPY ARE U GUYS PROUD OF ME š„³
AO3 link to Chapter 21 (final chapter!!) here: CHAPTER 21 BABYYYY
Now I'm gonna get back to writing Logan and Wade Meet the Godkiller because by god it's been MONTHS lmao š
OKAY LOVE U GUYS BYE
#AAAHHHHH FIRST THING IVE FINISHED SINCE REDAMANCY (my hannibal fic lmao) OH MY GOD#anyway. thank u to everyone who read it i hope u enjoy this little epilogue chapter!!! ā¤ļø#deadpool and wolverine#poolverine#deadclaws#poolverine fanfiction#deadclaws fanfiction#ao3#angst with a happy ending#synergy and entropy#deadpool fanfiction
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#jjba#daily#chapter 2#kakyoin noriaki#muhammad avdol#jean pierre polnareff#((*staggers in covered in blood* ahouhgh... jojo... *collapses*))#((HI still alive. i plan to post an announcement about this blog soon. nothing bad!))#((also this page devoured my soul. the first panel in particular literally took months and i have no explanation.))#((mostly perfectionism and being mean to myself. but i am trying to do less of that.))#((anyway hope you all enjoy!))
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Dazai will literally never live this shit down. Bro dropped TWO confessions of how much their relationship matters on a fully aware and conscious Chuuya.
#I would be DEVASTATED#and I like this idea more than dazai having planned it#tho from the dialogue between them and Dazai saying they used to pull that shit on each other when they were younger#sort of implies otherwise#I reallyyyyy enjoy the idea that bro was just hoping for the best the whole time#like I CAN WAKE HIM UP#Chuuya there like boi im awake#bungou stray dogs#bsd#Soukoku#BSD spoilers#I cant wait to watch the ep#or read the chapter whichever comes first lol#Nakahara Chuuya#dazai osamu
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SUMMARY āø private investigator jay park just wants to complete his mission quietly and move on with his life. you, his new assignment who keeps consuming his thoughts, don't make that very easy for him.
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#FIRST CHAPTER!!! HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THE RIDE š„³#enhypen#enhypen imagines#enhypen smut#enhypen smau#jay smut#jay smau#jay imagines#enhypen social media au#jay x reader#enhypen x reader#enhypen scenarios#jay scenarios#jongseong smut#park jongseong#jay park#jay hard hours#enhypen hard hours
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happy 1 year anniversary to the first fanart i posted here ^_^ hii @wario-speedwagon
hello kitties from hellosweetdayspng!!
#pinixy's art#dsaf#dayshift at freddy's#dsaf jack#dsaf dave#dsaf fanart#dsaf art#god the fact that i couldn't figure out how to reply to your comment on my first drawing. christ#anyway to answer your question a year later: yes you can include my art in your next chapter LKDFSJGKSJDFH#HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS VIOLET THO!!!!!!!!
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ERLKĆNIG
Inc: Malleus (/Reader later on), Reader/Prefect, Lilia, Silver, Sebek, Ace, Deuce, Grim, and a lot of fae who should not be in this dimension yet somehow are. Wc: Roughly 9k (Currently sitting at chapter 2/23). Warnings: Violence, reference to war, kidnapping, rituals that fae allegedly did in mythology (wild), psychological horror, body horror (not until much later), and the boys are fighting... a lot. Relies heavily on ancient Celtic and Welsh lore (Tam Lin, Thomas the Rhymer, and Oisin I owe u my life) Summary: Your first encounter with the fae was not in Twisted Wonderland, but rather on the coast of a village your grandmother once lived ināwhere stones bit into your bare feet and the water poured into your lungs as you were pulled to a world so different from your own. It was by cunning alone that you managed to escape, having since pushed those memories aside. But the fae do not forgetānot even when you cross dimensions once moreāand as Beltane looms, the time for collecting is near.
Chapter 1 (Prologue) below the cut. Check out the work up to chapter 2 here!
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill's side.
-Ā La Belle Dame sans Merci, Keats
19??, Dunhill, Ireland. October.
There is an unsettling truth behind the superstitions we hold. After all, why else do we face horseshoes upright, or close our blinds when the sun begins to set? We did not learn to play mute when we hear our names get called at night for no reason, nor did we discover on a whim that blackbirds circling are harbingers of ill outcomes.Ā Ā
Your grandmother was a woman of superstition. Because she lived in Dunhill, Ireland, you very rarely had the opportunity to see her growing up. This didnāt mean that you werenāt occasionally shipped out to arrive at her doorstep for a few weeks at a time over the summer months.
Your memories of her appearance are mostly flashes of the few moments you saw her. Knotted joints on her body, silver hair hidden behind a headscarf she always wore, and the way her shoulders would stoop with each shuffling step she took. What you remember more vividly was the way she acted when the two of you went out. Her trembling handsāParkinsonās, you think your parent may have mentionedāwould always press an iron nail into yours to put in your pocket before you departed.
āThey like to wait on the coastlines,ā she had murmured when you asked why she gave this to you. āAnd theyāll like you the most.ā
She would not offer any further information, nor would she let you out until the nail was securely tucked away. Despite how slowly she would move on your many walks along Benvoy Beach, you never once failed to miss the way her sharp gaze would always be fixated on the unruly seas beyond.
She dies when youāre ten years old. Her funeral is a vivid affair. Your grandmotherās humble home has been transformed into a centre of traffic within a matter of hours since her passing, barely giving your family a moment to breathe despite catching the red-eye flight earlier that day. People you have never seen before shaking your small hand and offering their condolences. The strong fragrance of unknown flowers and cheap perfume fills each room, suffocating out any last semblance of your grandmother that may have still lingered. It feels more like theyāre spitting on her memory than honouring it. You know your grandmotherāshe is, was, a quiet woman, and not one for all this pomp and circumstance.
Perhaps this is why no one notices when you sneak out and down the rocky hills.
You slip on several rocks and scrape up your hands really good by the time your feet hit the familiar sandy beach below. With the way the sun is beginning to set, the waters seem to be a wine-red color, swirling in their chaotic fervour to reach the earth you stand on. You pause to take several breaths before kicking your shoes off and stepping forward into that hungry sea.
Your parent will be furious at you for dirtying up your formal garb, but this isnāt at the forefront of your mind right now as your eyes slide shut and you stretch your arms wide. You feel the wind rush along your body and the fragrance of salt overtake you as you spill your grief into the vast waters, letting it mix and swirl into that abyss for a moment of catharsis.
Itās when the wind carries the scent of something pungent that your eyes snap open again. The foulness is brief, and for a moment you write it off as simply a byproduct of the ocean, until it returns again stronger than before. It smothers the brine and has your head turning to look around for the source. You look over your left shoulder at the empty beach around you. The sun continues to set, and your gaze tracks the path of a gull flying overhead before you look over your shoulder once more.
This time, someone is waiting.Ā Ā
There is an unsettling truth behind the superstitions we hold. The reason why we are scared of things that try to look like us, why we try so hard to ward them off, is because we know that anything that wants to be like a human certainly has no good intent in their heart. This is the case for the figure you see standing on the beach.
Theyāre wearing the same dark funeral garb you had seen the others in your grandmotherās home wearing. A wide-brimmed hat sits upon their head to conceal most of their features, although you can see scarlet hairs peeking out, and their hands appear to be clasped behind their back as they stand stoically ahead. Despite the winds that bite at your cheeks, not a single scrap of fabric on the figureās body moves. Itās as though theyāre cut from a painting and placed in real life.
You both observe each other in silence. You can feel your body locking up as your mind chants to you wrong, wrong, wrong, over and over again like a mantra. Your right hand drifts down to your pant pocketāyou did not take a nail with you before you left the home.
They like to wait on the coastlines, and theyāll like you the most.
Your breath catches in your throat.
The figure smilesāblack, sharp, and not quite human.Ā
Something in your gut tells you to run and you, even as a rebellious child, do as youāre told. Your body twists around to scramble towards the rocks as your feet slip in the wet sand. You completely discard grabbing your shoes in your haste to get away, fully accepting the agony that the stones ripping into your soles will bring as consequence.
You donāt get very far. Whatever is on the beach with you is far quicker than you will ever be. Within moments of you turning, its cold fingers dig into your shoulders. You screamācryāas the figure leans down and the pungent aroma of rotting fish emanates with each breath it exhales. You thrash and twist in its grip until you face each other, and you lock eyes with her. Ā
She looks exactly as she did the last time you saw each other. Same knotted limbs, same silvery hairs, same stoop of her shoulders.
She stares down at you. The wind whips the loose strands of her hair around her face, and her eyes are the cloudy blue of the dead as something begins to claw in your mind. You watch as her thin and cracking lips form the syllables to your nameābut itās lost to the roar of an ever-cacophonous sea. The ground surges up around you, wrapping thornsāthorns? āaround your legs. They bite into your skin, draw ruby gems from beneath your frigid flesh, and when you lift your head again, your grandmother merely continues to wear her blackened smile at the sight.
You cry out once more, but just like your name, your pleas are stolen away by the winds.
Everything lasts all but a few moments before the sea finally reaches what it has been clawing for.Ā
#twst fanfiction#twisted wonderland fanfiction#malleus draconia#lilia vanrouge#twst silver#sebek zigvolt#malleus/reader#malleus x reader#twst x reader#enjoy the sneak preview of the first 5 chapters lmfao#fellas is it dumb to use media as a promotional material? :/#anyway i just want to write about. fae doing things they shouldnt#and the fae in twst seem too bloody nice so im pulling on dimensions#in mythology they can dimension hop anyway so <3 not breaking any logic LMAOOO
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