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twilightcitysky · 1 year
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WIP WEDNESDAY
@anotherwellkeptsecret was kind enough to make me a stunning illustration for the upcoming chapter of Chemistry. Posting it with a little snippet of what's to come in Chapter 14:
They were both scared, and neither had to go through it alone anymore. 
Be not afraid. “I love you,” he whispered, feeling his lips and tongue make the shape of those words for the very first time. ‘It feels loved… I’m astonished you can’t feel it’. Had he said that out of spite, or hope? Perhaps both. 
“Right. Good.” Crowley closed his eyes. The noise he made was such a stereotypical sigh of relief– ‘Phew’– that Aziraphale almost laughed, but bit his lip because he suspected it was a genuine reaction. 
“I’m sorry I didn’t–” 
Crowely shook his head minutely. Aziraphale remembered being shushed at the airbase (“I was technically on apple tree duty…”). When Crowley's eyes opened, there was a sheen to them. 
Aziraphale smiled at him. Crowley scowled. “‘M fine,” he said, and rubbed the inside of his wrist across his cheeks. “Don’t say anything.” 
“Not a word.” 
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ifearloveisviolence · 22 days
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I read the bachelorette au dabihawks fic and fucking hell I might be a dabihawks shipper now
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victarin · 9 months
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this joke has definitely been made before but im just thinking again abt how solar lunacy is the whole reason i started drawing (or learned how to draw) the dca
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keferon · 2 months
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……..so there’s that fic I was speedreading for the last two days haha...
Streetwise looked between all the occupants, getting a read on them. He quite liked his ability for gauging his first impressions of them – it was extremely entertaining figuring out who was all bark and who had the bite to back it up in an easy to read scale that ran from white, through to blue, green, and yellow, before flowing into oranges, reds, purples and black – although he’d only ever seen black once, and that was Optimus Prime. So. To be expected, honestly.
The engineers were pretty standard, the coloured halo around their helms shades of warm yellow and green. The head of Special Operations was purple – as expected. Streetwise looked to Prowl, expecting it to be blue, green at most.
Black.
It was black.
Now..I know all this sounds pretty dark, but trust me, this fic is cute and funny and I love it~
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khruschevshoe · 25 days
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There's just something very specific about homoerotic character-enveloping friendships from around 2010 where they're semi-aware that gay people exist but queerbaiting isn't quite a thing yet sp their relationship consumes the narrative and changes them both irrevocably forever and they end in tragedy but the ending is JUST open enough for the fic writers to wriggle into that just makes me go fucking FERAL
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sad-leon · 7 months
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When your greif becomes so overpowering that you break shit, but now you're left empty and with just as much greif as you started with, if not more.
Anyways- guess who was listening to Lost One's Weeping again :D (it was me, i am so normal over that song)
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Breakable heaven by @sokkalore changed the trajectory of my entire life so I needed to draw it
(Without text)
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fahbee · 10 months
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Romcom where Micheal Sheen and David Tennant play casual friends who both become interested in the same woman at the same time, but over the course of them trying to one-up the other in wooing her, they fall in love with each other.
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comradekarin · 9 days
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bringing this old shot back to the TL and like,,,, how is it that this one shot has more chemistry and intensity than most canon atla ships,,, GIMME BOTH BRYKES NECK !!!!!!
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mylovelookup · 21 days
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Oliver kneeling and offering the heads of the crown’s enemies to Felix. The PRINCE of the seven kingdoms but not the KING. King James is… concerned.
This image has been haunting me ever since I read this fic
I don’t know how this story is gonna develop and I don’t know if the author is on here but I just want them to know that they. Are. The. Shit. Please please PLEASE read this fic if you haven’t, lest I’m the only left this affected by it🥹
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litter-basket · 8 months
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spider-man fic writers are a dedicated group of people bc i don’t know any other fandom that just Knows so much about biochem. the same people who write hardcore smut are doing side research about chemistry just to make their gay superhero fanfic more realistic. it’s actually impressive tbh
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weirdfishy · 9 months
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gotta urgent need for some not-quite-yet punkflower where hobie is chillin in some rubble post-(successful) battle all knackered out n miles is visiting (idk bc he just told his parents abt spiderman n it went well so he's bursting at the seems with love at being accepted n all yea? he's gotta tell someone, and why not him? why not hobie? it's no one else but hobie he's gotta tell, if he's being honest with himself [denile is not a river in his egypt, ok pav?] so yeah, he finds himself on 138) n catches the tail end of the battle, tracks down where hobie decided to make a couch outta concrete and lands in front of him, buzzing with cheezy lovey dovey feelins of elation, top o' the fucken world, and asks on abt hobie, rambling until hobie just lifts a hand, a silent ask for help up, (always asking for connection always makin sure they're actually there) n miles, have i mentioned he's happy? he's straight up a sap, so he takes that hand.
he takes that hand gently, bending at the waist a bit, dramatically sweeping back his other arm, bowing, for hell's sake, n plants a kiss on the back of hobie's hand, nice n proper, with a cheeky wink to boot (he'd finally fixed the eye mechanisms last week, thanks to penny), before pulling up new london's own spiderman chest to chest with a bright laugh that puts a different kind of stars in hobie's eyes, half dancing half belting out a song in spanish he doesn't quite understand but knows all the words to (it's some continental dialect, nothing his mami speaks, but would filter out the headphones of that kid in his building he walked w in middle school everyday)
before the sirens start getting closer n hobie can feel the warmth of miles-- the warmth of his smile, his hair that's still sparking from transdimensional travel, his arms, chest, laughter, everything, n all at once it pulls every affectionate n pining bit of hobie to the surface, if he weren't wearing his mask his blush would be so impossibly visible it's straight mad how much hobie loves n adores miles, how much seeing miles be happy lights hobie's whole fucking world
and oh, hobie's never seen a god he didn't punch, never believed in any one he couldn't, but right now, with his fingers entwined with miles', aches leaving his bones like he's never felt his left shoulder twinge the second it drops below 21 just because miles just yelled fuck off to the approaching pigs, he could fall to his knees n swear pious fealty to milesmilesmiles.
but hobie is cool (never has a label stuck to him like the one miles has given him), and his real, livin n breathing god is starting to ramble, so hobie webs them upupup, heat along his back as god wraps arms around him, breath on his neck as home weaves tales into the leather wrapping it.
then miles hears hobie's stomach growl, so he starts pulling them away from the path of what he knows is towards hobie's flat, and towards what he swears is the only good puerto rican food in the whole of hobie's haunt, his excitement steamrolling over his usual stuttering spanish, exchanging shouts n jeers with everyone behind the counter
bc everyone knows him, like miles has lived here, earth-138, new london, his whole life, like hobie brown being dragged into the shop every other week by miles morales to get the same two plates (n an extra something for miles to gush over n hobie to taste) is how the rest of this life will go, like hobie n miles are together, in a way that the unsubtle looks the owner's kid at the register is aiming at miles' left hand are correct, but don't involve stuffy socially religious systems like marriage
but they're not, as much as hobie would love to kiss miles, gaze into his eyes for ages, hear his laughter, his off-key singing, his scritch-scritch of something on paper everyday-- bc he can't go abt this like he does everyone else, can't do it with half a foot out the door n a shrug as agreed; it's gotta be both feet on the floor, n it's gotta be for the rest of this life, so he'll take what he can get, and he'll take the distance n devotion, take the faith n the heartache. take what he can get from his god, glad to be touched by his god, glad to be loved by his god, across universes n the fall from his bed to the futon on the floor where miles decides to lay his head for choice holy nights
(hobie doesn't know miles is putting himself at the base of his god's shrine, hoping for his deity to fall into his arms, spikes n all, (ready, so ready to tear apart dimensions again for hobie, to bleed and cry n go to war for hobie) fingers splaying on the side of the mattress warmwarmwarm after hobie starts snoring, before they slip down softly, a prayer imparting from the pads, memorizing the patterns of his god's breath, the smell of the room, the borrowed shirt he wears, the sounds of a second city he calls home, thrumming full with a bass note plucked from an electric guitar, usually shaky hands sure n still picking out a different shape to hobie's eyebrow piercing, deftly screwing a star onto the bar. miles brings offerings to his god in pins n patches on clothing, stickers n torn out sketches decorating a shrine)
so they'll song n dance in new york, in new london; learning each other's cities, earths, haunts, people, arts, each other, like new scars for the collection- permanent and signs of living, odes to loving and protecting.
chest to chest, fingers entwined, warmth in the skies above cities, right on the edge of it all until they fall together, eyes wide open, gods broken down into blood and teeth and lovelovelove
not-quite-yet 2 - 3
. my ko-fi 💛
ao3 link
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ashanimus · 1 year
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Vee and Hunter had not started off on a very good foot.
He had recognized her immediately and done his best to avoid her. She had pretended that she didn't know who he was and that had been just fine with him. They had spent weeks like that, tip-toeing around the truth like it didn't exist, until one of them had finally flinched.
Fanart for the always incredible @polyhexian's fic Empty Water Heater!
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bon-sides-sw · 5 months
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I've been obsessed with Blasphemous (E), Fic written by @tatooinetourism
I'm doing another thing inspired on the Fic, but here's a lil redraw from a screenshot meanwhile :3c
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knightforflowers · 8 days
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are you happier this way?
doodle from a while ago inspired by the Ethersea fic lurelights on ao3! Not a day goes by where I don’t think about it
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electric-plants · 3 months
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listen we can be boring and just take this to mean “always been” as in post the archon quests OR we can make a bunch of headcanons instead such as:
1) they all meet up so much it feels like they’ve been doing it forever
2) these two were just fucking pretending they don’t know each other throughout the entire archon quest
3) alhaitham was being pedantic with “at the akademia” and despite being personal friends they fully separate their working selves and consider each other strangers in work matters
4) they’ve been meeting up as part of the friend group for forever but never actually talked to each other until this moment making it Extra Awkward™️
and literally so many more like the pathways this has opened up in my brain ughhh
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