#feedback is welcomed btw

[the-blaze-empress]

updated qsmp steven universe au gem list!! i absolutely do not have the time to be thinking about this au rn so of course its the only thing in my brain

[itsartistickiwi]

Realised that I made this over the course of a few days back in September inspired by a post from @binary-bird and the works of classical composers (Dmitri Shostakovich specifically) but never posted it anywhere! Thought it's time to share it, so I touched it up, added a few things and boom! All I ask is that this please not be reposted anywhere else, thank you!

[korolation]

chara doodles from the other day

[california-112]

Fallen And Lonely

First, watch and give some love to this EXCELLENT short vid by @dicebarnart, which has lived rent-free in my mind ever since I first saw it a couple of days ago. There was a request for fic to go with it, and this is that :) It's about 700 words, just a slightly overgrown snippet. The title is from 'Someone To Stay' by Vancouver Sleep Clinic because the next lines are 'Will you fix me up? / Will you show me hope?' and YES SHE WILL. Anyway.

Dedicated to @azure-firecracker who tossed this prompt my way and who is the BEST. I hope you enjoy it <3

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Something had happened.

There was a pair of squad cars and an ambulance, their red and blue lights staining the night in turn, and there was a handful of cops standing about, taking evidence photos and speaking with the pair of EMTs.

And there was Mulder.

Sitting on the hood of a police car, one arm sat curled around his ribs, and his head was bowed as he listened to a nearby officer's question. When he looked up to answer, though, the sight presented to Scully caused her to speed up what had previously been a dread-filled, almost hesitant, approach.

Mulder's mouth was a messy blood-red stain in an otherwise pale face, lips swollen and thankfully split; 'thankfully' only because any other alternative, given the arm still around his stomach and his hunched over posture, she refused to consider. His right eye socket was already filled with angry red bruising, which would no doubt develop and expand over the coming hours and days, and she has no doubt that there was more under the usually pristine black suit. This was now crumpled and slightly ripped, dusted with grit and dirt, and patched with mud and water, which glimmered darkly in the glare of the lights.

He was a mess.

The police officer beside him saw Scully approaching, guessed this must be the FBI guy's partner, and clearly read the expression on her face: overriding worry, with a slightly reduced panic and a simmering anger at the perpetrator of the violence. He made himself scarce, knowing that the two would want a moment alone.

Scully stopped just short of touching Mulder's shins, and caught the eye contact that he, surprisingly, offered. What she saw there was exactly what she had heard over the phone earlier that night: mainly pain, but also deep exhaustion- and a definite element of surprise.

"Mulder…"

It was the only word she could manage, her throat already constricting as tears sprung to her eyes. He managed to return a look that was equal parts shock and relief, but she only saw a moment of it; being careful of his ribs, she pulled him into a fierce hug, pressing her mouth against the scratchy fabric of his shoulder, desperately trying not to cry.

They were quiet for a minute, among the flashing red and blue of the police cars. If anything, Scully expected the silence to be broken by a question or a joke, not by a quiet, serious statement in a scratchy, tired voice, vibrating beside her ear and through their touching chests, Mulder's still-stiff muscles practically thrumming with the words.

"You came."

He had phoned her almost sheepishly, not really wanting to disturb her so late at night, not sure if his situation even warranted it. They hadn't hit him that hard; he could still see well enough out at least his left eye to drive, and he was pretty sure his ribs were just bruised, not broken. They didn't really know each other that well yet, he'd thought; she would probably just tell him to phone the hospital instead, and maybe call him back in the morning. There had been some serious deliberation before his throbbing head finally made the decision, taken out his cell, and been grateful it only needed a single press of a button.

He hadn't expected Scully's voice starting to quaver as she wheedled information from him, asking where exactly he was, if he was still in danger, telling him to stay put and awake. He hadn't expected this.

Hearing Mulder's words, particularly those two words, half a question, Scully hugged her partner even tighter, if that were possible. She felt, passionately, that she never wanted him to leave the safety of her arms ever again. She wanted to yell at him for running off, to plead with him not to keep doing this, to lock him away in the basement office where he could never get hurt. But instead, she took half a moment to get a hold of herself, then replied with a simple sentence of her own, spoken to him via the hands crumpling fist-sized marks in the back of his already ruined jacket. It would never cover the depth of emotion she needed him to feel, but it was a start.

"You called."

Beneath her arms, in the warmth and safety of the embrace, Mulder finally melted.

[vriendenboekjes]

The poem i wrote in January, translated to English. Original work in Dutch here

[tomwaterbabies]

I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION ABOUT THE ROBOT AU....what happened when varian went back home? Did he confront his father about the situation? Also, I hope you're having a good day/night and the art for this is really good.

GOOD QUESTION btw i have some really good bread with me ur welcome to take some

i think by the time he gets home he has made more peace with it than, yknow, when he first found out. but he would still probably be rightfully upset LOL

i think they would definitely have a Moment when he comes home. i think in this au it is something he is Terrified of. thankfully his friends are there to support him. so yeah, some sort of confrontation happens. he probably ends up yelling at his dad, emotions get elevated. especially since his dad's response is both shock and concern about How he is doing ok with his "code" seemingly broken (as in: he now recognizes himself as a robot)

but quirin apologizes, he should not have kept ulla's secret from varian. but he also explains it's because he was so scared of varian getting hurt, that varian's mother promised it would only lead to him breaking or worse, and he could never live with himself if that happened. because varian is and has always been his son

[phosphorus-noodles]

what are ren and martins designs in your toh au? :0

OHH ANON I WISH I KNEW...

don't have anything solid yet, but so far my thinking is this:

ren is a werewolf. obviously. not sure the level of anthro-ness yet it may depend on my ability to draw dhfjdsh. dunno his coven yet either, but maybe construction ?? possibly bard, if only bc it's red? i'm not sure yet hsdjfds

martyn is. probably your standard blond witch idk. maybe he'll have a tail like the head of the illusion coven bc it's silly. also he's in illusions bc it's martyn and i think it suits him :3

[hannah-catkin-artses]

Gonna make this better some other day, but for now, this is my home screen. I want to draw it better but also I've drawn quite a lot of things today.

[marxistcomedy]

need to make this into an actual essay or writing piece or something but its been bouncing around my brain for a week or so and i need to put it out there

[sydney-the-faithful]

((Sorry/not sorry for the utter SPAM POSTING on this account... 40+ posts like 2, maybe 3 days is fucking wild. I'm really normal guys, I swear. (Lying) In all my time on tumblr, I don't think I've ever used the queue feature. I receive an ask, reply, and throw it out into the world as soon as I'm done w/ it.

Feel free to spam like/rb if you are so inclined to ahfhhghghghg. It won't bother me, it's very validating. I hope I've not overwhelmed/annoyed anyone on my dash :3 Just having a lot of fun w/ this thang))

[the-unlucky-trevor]

Please help. I need a bit of constructive criticism.

I'm currently thinking about writing a novelization of HPMA with my MC, and today I shared this opening that I whipped up in ten minutes with my creative writing class. Any suggestions to refine it?

Hello. My name is Elliott. Well, that’s not my real name, but who cares? I’ve always been a bit of an oddball.

In primary school, I was considered to be the “weird girl”, even though, one, my social skills are naturally horrible, two, I don’t want to be called a girl because I’m transgender, and three, I can make odd things happen without even trying.

One time when I was being chased by classmates, as per usual, I immediately found myself in a tree, away from them. It was scary. I don’t even know how I did that.

Primary school was pretty hard that way, and my only friend was my little sister Lilli, who was born when I was five. Oh boy, it was scary thinking about what could happen after my last day of the fifth grade.

[thisismeracing]

*sees meeting corinna and gina on the masterlist for king of my heart*

GIVE IT TO ME NOW PLEASE 💳💥💳💥💳💥

(in all seriousness i love this series and i dont want it to and any time soon and take all the time in the world to write and release anything associated with it)

(hamilton!reader interacting with mick’s family is so fucking good and i need more of it in my life)

xoxo,

☕️

hihihi I actually started to reeeally work on this extra two days ago, it’s coming soon!!! 🩷🩷🥳

I am so so happy you like it, nonnyyyy! Komh was the first thing I published so it holds a special place in my heart.

(Feel free to send scenarios/extra suggestions if you have any! *mwah*)

[braisedhoney]

also sorry in advance about how many asks i might be sending in Captain.. im back to using Tumblr and you're one of my favorite artists here so i want to go crazy on interacting xD

omg never feel like you have to apologize for sending in asks!! i love answering them, i just occasionally procrastinate bc of one reason or another, nothing to do with the asks themselves. i’m flattered to be one of your favorite artists, that’s really big praise considering how many people post stuff that blows me away daily ;; thank you.

[fellamarsh]

The first non-they/them-pronouns-are-confusing review for Hierarchy of the Unseen is here and. Hhhhhh it makes me so happy

Legit tearing up at "All my stars and more"

If you're out there, Vermont, thank you so much for reading our book, and for leaving such a kind review. I'm so so glad you enjoyed it.

[fumrell]

POV you're learning how to build

[acorn-squash-writes]

[image description 1: This is a black-and-white comic. A human looks at a kitten, labelled Roscon, who is sleeping curled up on a bed, and thinks, “He’s asleep…. Cute…”

The human visibly struggles with its conscience as it thinks, “Man… I know he’s not gonna like it but…” It says, in very large letters: “I wanna scoop him up and hold him like a baby so fucking bad.”

It scoops up Roscon, who is marked with a ? for confusion, and says, “Sorry, sorry… Just for a second… Then I’ll put you right down—”

In his arms, Roscon purrs very, very loudly, looking at him with the cutest widest little eyes. The purring is surrounded by hearts. The human says, in very large letters, “Huh”

The purring continues very loud in the background. Still holding Roscon, the human says, with an exasperated expression, “I… seriously? Are you being for real right now?”

Caption, in very large letters: Then he stayed like that til I got a cramp in my neck

The human, sweating and frustrated, is sitting criss-cross-applesauce, still holding the cat. She says, “No way. No fucking way.” The cat, flopping out of her arms with his chin exposed and feet in the air, tail spilling out of her lap, is labelled “100% limp.” He continues to purr. End image description.]

[image description 2: A photo of the same human as in the comic, holding a striped orange kitten in his arms and smiling for the camera. End image description.]

[image description 3: A photo of a mackerel tabby kitten held in the same person’s arms, her eyes closed, her paws thrust into the air, and her feet pointing directly upwards. The person is in the same place but has removed her outer layer. End image description.]

discovering absolutely shocking things about one of our new kittens