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[skulkingfoxes]

Hey! You!

Do you like your queer romance with a fun mystery and healthy dose of horror to make the medicine go down?

Check out my webcomic Kingfisher, an occult mystery series set in the 1920s!

We now have nearly 250 pages of reality shifting puzzle boxes, gun-totting tea drinking mobsters, dubious cocktails, and an immensely slow burn romance! 

The current book is Rotgut, where a strange plague seems to sweeping over the city with a strange inhuman being in the center of it. Can Seymour and Gabriel navigate the increasingly complicated web of lies and relationships to find the truth at its center? Can Seymour discover the secrets of the mysterious artifact, the Kingfisher Box? Can gentlewoman thief Fox ever stop finding herself being pulled into their messes?

And maybe, just maybe, our main couple will hold hands by the end of it? Just once?

Remember! The road to hell is paved with good intentions!

The first book, Foxhunt and it's accompanying short story, is finished. If you want to read it in it's entirity (and maybe throw a couple of bucks my way) you can buy the pdf in my shop.

[tecnestheim962]

Why did I think I could paint a pumpkin without RG taking over all of my creative faculties… anyways here’s this I guess

[pocketfullofsimshine]

discovered our first of 10 unique plants - welcome the trash plant :D / haze does not appreciate being scolded for scratching up the furniture / & while kat has no energy lately, she does however have the cutest bump :)

[elementaldoughnut12]

Ok yall I might need your help with scenarios cause I'm writing a dannyuta family au fic where they adopted a child together and the baby is meeting her "grandparents" for the first time and I'm wondering how the following would react to seeing their new granddaughter...

Matt and Angelo (Danny's parents)

Chuck and Orange (Wheeler's 1st set of dads)

Mox and Claudio (Wheeler's 2nd set of dads)

Help would be gladly appreciated!

[theratshaveinvaded]

IT CAME TO ME IN A DREAM

Well more like I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep when I finally had the idea on how to start the portal comic, I don’t have an entire storyline but I have the first little arc down(not on paper, just in my teeny brain) so when I find the time I’ll try the first couple pages, and since I have school and work, it will probably take me an eternity to get stuff done. Also just to preface I have NEVER done anything like this before and I am awful with so many aspects of art so this is may or may not work out.

[memoryofamurder]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 大逆転裁判 | Dai Gyakuten Saiban | The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles (Video Games), 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mikotoba Susato & Mikotoba Yuujin, Asougi Kazuma & Mikotoba Susato, Mikotoba Susato/Murasame Haori | Rei Membami Characters: Mikotoba Susato, Mikotoba Yuujin, Murasame Haori | Rei Membami, Mamemomi Heita | Raiten Menimemo Additional Tags: i didn't tag MCD but a lot of this is about the Kazuma thing, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Father-Daughter Relationship, Post-Episode 2-1: The Adventure of the Blossoming Attorney, Post-Episode 1-5: The Adventure of the Unspeakable Story, just a smidge of period-typical internalized homophobia, the susahao isn't a major part of this but it is there, alternate title: yuujin mikotoba isn't a bad father he just underestimates the power of weirdgirls Summary:

Susato returns home from London to a cold and empty home full of secrets.

(Set between the end of dgs1-5 and the start of dgs2-3)

[kakusu-shipping]

How do y'all get Anons who RP your F/Os in your ask box. Genuine question.

[thecasualfkfan]

Can someone please explain the timeline of Bed friend the series? I am getting confused with all the time skips. I haven't read the book so based on the series it will most likely be like 3 years since their relationship started- including the fwb phase(which let's be honest looks a lot like dating to me). But I saw a post saying its been 4 yrs and now I'm confused 😅

[wayward-sherlock]

hi guys its me. im feeling,,,kinda terrible rn so here’s some angst i wrote a little while ago! 

Something was wrong.

Will knew Mike too well to believe his yeah guys, I’ll be fine! that had sounded far too flat to be reassuring. 

He knew Mike had been struggling; it hadn’t been hard to see, not when he was with El, not when Nancy made that offhand comment about his room while they were cleaning Hopper’s cabin. 

And yeah, maybe…maybe Mike had changed. Will didn’t doubt that. Change was inevitable, especially with them, between them, and…and that was something that Will had learned to deal with a long, long time ago.

But something about Mike’s volunteering didn’t seem right.

“You weren’t seeing the counselor though, were you, Mike?” Dustin asked, tying a bandana around his head to keep his curls from falling into his face. 

Will looked at Mike, expecting a scoff, but he hesitated, hand reaching up to nervously comb through his hair. It had gotten longer in the past couple of weeks - the lack of barbers in Hawkins had ensured that - and was getting curlier, almost. His fingers got caught halfway through. “Well,” he started, then shook his head. “I would never, I’m not—“

“There’s nothing wrong with it, Mike,” Lucas said gently, putting a hand on Mike’s shoulder. “Max was going to her, before—“

“I’m not depressed! I’m fine,” Mike said, too loudly, and Will could feel his eyes widen against his will. Mike took a deep breath before he continued. “I’ll just make him want me, and then when he’s vulnerable, you guys can kill him.”

“We all know how well that worked last time,” Erica pointed out, eyebrows lifted at Mike. Lucas looked down at his hands, and Will ached for him.

He couldn’t imagine losing someone he loved. Holding them in his arms as they pleaded for their life. Watching as the light drained from their eyes.

He wasn’t going to lose anyone else. No one was. Will would make sure of that.

Mike’s lips turned down. “Yeah, well, it’s different this time.” He reached for a bandana, and he wrapped it around his face, covering and protecting his mouth from the spores that still made Will’s lungs ache, all these years later. “We have El, and we have Will.” He brushed his hair back out of his eyes, and Will’s fingers itched to fix it, to put it up, to let his fingertips graze over Mike’s forehead. 

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do, Mike,” Will said quietly, fingers twitching slightly at his side. 

Mike looked to him, and something shone in his eyes that Will couldn’t place. He put a soft hand on Will’s shoulder. “You’re gonna be there, and you’re gonna make sure that I don’t get taken.”

“Okay,” Will said. His voice sounded small, even to his own ears, but he didn’t care, because Mike was depending on him. They all were. 

***

Will didn’t know why they were at the quarry. 

He’d just followed Mike��like he always did—and they’d ended up…here.

Mike set his bike down carefully, and Will watched him curiously. Mike shuffled forward, towards the edge, and— “Mike.”

He turned to Will. His thin body was backlit by the unsettling red lighting from the Upside Down, and it made Mike look ill. Will swung a leg over his bike. “Mike.”

“This is where you died, Will,” Mike said quietly, so softly Will had to take a step forward to hear him. “They found your body here, they—“

“But I didn’t die, Mike,” Will interrupted. He could feel his bravery cracking, like the lightning in the sky above them. “I’m here, I’m here.”

“I know,” Mike said, looking away as his voice seemed to shatter. “I know, but god, it looked so real. It was…it was you.”

Will vaguely remembered hearing about it. The government had made an exact replica of…of him, his body, and had left it in the cold water below them. To cover up that he had actually been taken. 

“And I couldn’t—“ Mike turned all the way away from Will, curls cascading against his back like a waterfall. “I couldn’t live without you. So I—fuck, One! Come on! Don’t make me say it!”

Mike was yelling now, and it echoed through the eerily desolate landscape around them. Will took a step back, more out of surprise than anything, and he looked around frantically. “Mike—“

“You’ve been in my head, you fucker! You know I jumped because I couldn’t live without him! You know I did! And you know about the letters and the thoughts and the things I can’t bear to say to him! You know everything!” Mike’s screams were hurting Will’s ears, and he covered them with his hands. Will watched in terror as Mike spun to face him, hands on his head, eyes crazed. “Come out and take me! Please! I’m ready to go! Let me out of here!”

“Mike!” Will screamed, pointing behind Mike, and he turned around just in time to see Vecna walking at him, hand raised. Mike fell to the ground, like a puppet with cut strings, and Will tried to run towards him, but he couldn’t move, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t—

“Will.” 

His voice was everywhere. Will bent over at the waist, mouth open in a silent scream, ears covered with his hands, like his flesh would do anything to stop the terrors of his mind. 

“I’ve waited so long for you,” Vecna said, walking past unconscious Mike, whose pale, pale face was twisted into a sick grin, and Will wanted to vomit. “You’ve finally come back to me.”

“No,” Will sobbed, shaking his head. “You’re not real, you’re not real, you’re not—“

“Oh, but I am, Will,” he said, running a finger under Will’s jaw. Suddenly, some vines were snapping out of the underbrush, wet tendrils digging into his skin as they gripped Will’s limbs and lifted him into the air. “I’m more real than anything you’ve ever seen.”

A vine gripped Will’s throat, and he choked out another sob before Vecna was in his face, warm breath puffing over Will’s skin. “You’ve always been lied to, Will.” He pointed at where Mike lay on the ground, limbs askew like he had fallen, or jumped from somewhere very high, oh god— “Maybe it was all your fault, this whole time. For being different.” 

He spat the word like venom, and Will recoiled hard enough for the vines holding him in the air to tighten their grip to hold him upright. 

“You’re the reason he’s dead,” Vecna hissed, lifting Mike with a hand. “You made him love you, so much that he couldn’t live without you. Does this look like something good to you, Will?”

Mike was thrown at Will’s feet like he weighed nothing, and Will screamed, agony becoming so unbearable that his chest felt like it was collapsing. 

“That’s what I thought.” Vecna nodded to himself, then motioned to the apocalyptic hell around him. “If you come with me, we can be good.” 

Will shook his head as tears pricked his eyes. The vines around his neck tightened. 

“We could be heroes, Will.”

[vylad-romeaves-autism]

Does anyone of aphblr know of any good videos of Aphmaus purple season 1 house to find good reference photos to copy it? Or even any reference photos.

[lastsclc]

“ How long has it been since you've taken that off? ”

                                 Omera | A ‘The Mandalorian’ RP*                                            Loved by Miranda

Sideblog to @LASTSCLC 

*With verses for The Mandalorian, Obi-Wan Kenobi and numerous AUs.

[nur3579]

For accurate representation purposes, can any native spanish speakers give me a string of curses?

I’m writing a latino character and I only know spanish basics so I’m not sure if i should use google translate to do it. My old languages teacher used to warn me about using google translate so I’m hesitant

[skeletonthecreator]

god. the horrors of wanting to get into naddpod sooo bad but it has so many episode and no visuals. im in hell world

[greenboyofjupter]

Does anyone know of any hazbin hotel zines that are gonna happen? Looking to get more involved with my fellow art community and get my art out there.

[freyfromthea]

just got some really sad news, pls give me your most incomprehensible memes to cheer me up

[bratphilia]

step-father!william who fucks you at every given opportunity, whenever your mother is, or, scarily enough, without your mother out of the house. 

when she's not home, the both of you have more breathing room to do whatever you want to do. he'll bend you over the kitchen counter and pound you until you're screaming his name and making a mess of yourself and his cock. "that's it, baby girl, come all over me," he'd praise. or sometimes you would watch a movie, but you wouldn't get very far before he has you on the couch, too. usually, there he has you in missionary, or sometimes he likes to bend your legs in half or put them above his shoulders. he likes to grunt praises such as "you're so good for me" or call you "baby doll" and "sweet girl." 

but when your mom is home is a whole different story. for some reason, sex with william is even better, rougher. it's definitely the danger of being caught, too. he takes you on your own bed, fucking you roughly from behind. he degrades you, shames you for being so wet. "look at you, so horny for daddy," he whispers in your ear before biting your lobe. he has a hand in your hair, burying your face in the pillows while he hits it from the back. the noises of his hips slapping against your ass is absolutely obscene. "gonna have to be quiet, angel, don't want to get caught, or do you? by the way you're moaning it sure as hell seems like it."