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✨HAPPY BIRTHDAY @efingart!!!✨
Here's a little gift for you my dear!!💖
I found a beautiful render on twitter of Valeria and Alejandro (credits to the respective author of course✨) and I thought it could be the perfect reference for this drawing I had in mind!!
I keep working on how to draw Mila properly, I want to do her justice, as the gorgeous woman she is. I'll keep trying!!
I think Woods and Mila would be amazing models hahaha! So what if "Just What I Needed" is a Fashion Magazine Cover? 👀👀
Anyway, I hope you have the most wonderful day and an Amazing birthday!! 💖💕 you deserve everything good in this world! I'm so proud of you!
Love ya with all my heart!! 🥰🥰❤️
Little extra 💖
#i hope you like it!#LOVE YAAAA❤️❤️✨#HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!✨💕#call of duty#call of duty cold war#Friend's fic#Frank Woods#frank woods x bell#Woods x Mila#Friend's oc#Mila#bell oc#just what i needed
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"...Logan is surprised how often Patton has secretly caught him looking up in wonder when even he himself hadn’t known he was doing so this often..."
Ok if I wanted to explain what got me to draw this I would have to start rambling about this amazing fic "Imagi-cation Getaway" by @icycove/ @fandombead, this scene and line being from the second chapter, the fic being about the creativity twins taking the rest of the sides into vacations inside of the imagination.
Heavily recommended, the second chapter had me in awe for the whole night when I read it and had to draw this, absolutely amazing job, words weren't enough to explain-
#my art#sanders sides#sanders sides fanart#fic fanart#not my fic#friend's fic#so dang amazing fic#fic recommendation#logan sanders#logic sanders#stargazing#the imagery was way too pretty oh my v#gosh#no way to describe with words not even pretty words helped#please read and give this story love it's so good#pili's art
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Someone To Come Home To
Happy super late very Merry Christmas/New Years @salt-is-a-terrible-currency! This is what I wanted you to read so bad. Hope it lives up to the hype.
Gurney Halleck x F!Reader.
Part One.
The news of Gurney’s death refused to register in your brain. Gurney couldn’t be dead, he was too strong, too smart. He meant too much to you to be dead. As Leto placed what was meant to be a comforting hand on your shoulder, your very form seemed to crumble. Leto caught you before you hit the floor, all but dragged you to a hard seat as you tried to process the news. You just couldn’t put it together. Gurney. Dead. Dead Gurney. Gone. Gurney was gone, forever. He wasn’t coming back, he wasn’t returning. Leto, stalwart, rock solid Duke of some far away kingdom, held your hand tightly, thick brows knit together, wondering what you were going to do next.
To your credit, you didn’t lose your ever-loving mind in the middle of the hospital. You hiccupped, turned to Duke Leto, and whispered, “Can I see him?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Leto says gently, “He was severely wounded…” The Duke swallows thickly, emotion threatening to overtake him as well. “It’s bad.”
“Please,” You sniffle, “I need to say goodbye.” Leto hesitated for only a moment before relenting. He began to give orders to the hospital staff, then when you were ready, holding tightly on to you, he led you to Gurney’s room.
It had been cold in that room, Gurney’s body covered by the thin hospital sheet. His hand stuck out on the edge. Leto let go of you and stood back in the hallway, so you’d have some privacy. You stood next to Gurney’s body for what seemed like eternity before you gathered the courage to tell him in death what you couldn’t in life. “I love you,” you said, your voice little more than a whisper, thick with emotion. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.” You grabbed his hand, marveling at how warm it still was. You choked on a sob, squeezing his hand, wishing you’d told him this months ago. Leaning over his dead body, you kissed his forehead. “Bye Gurney.” With that, you let his hand go and walked out of the hospital, wondering if you’d ever be happy again.
That had been a week ago. Today, Gurney’s funeral was attended by yourself, and four other people. Leto, Paul, Jessica, and Duncan, Gurney’s only friends. Leto invited you to dinner, trying to goad you with information on Gurney’s will. Apparently, the old man left everything to you, which was substantial, considering he’d been Leto’s well paid bodyguard for years. You declined roughly and walked away from the Atreides family as fast as you could. A big part of you blamed Leto for Gurney’s death, you just couldn’t face him right now.
You made it home just before dusk. As you walked into the increasingly darkening apartment, you didn’t bother taking off your shoes, your jacket, nothing. You simply threw your purse into the belly of the beast and made your way to your room. You flop down on your bed, curl up, and cry yourself to sleep.
Hours later, when it’s totally dark, you’re not sure what awakens you. Your brain is screaming ‘something is wrong’. You lie there, the very same position you fell asleep in, and listen, trying to puzzle it out. For the first time in a week, you feel something other than overwhelming grief as sounds from your living room reach your ears. You reach for the bat underneath your bed and roll out of it. Kicking off your nice shoes, you hear the intruder walking down the hall. Positioning yourself by the door, your grip the bat tightly, praying your sweaty palms don’t fuck things up for you. As soon as whoever managed to break into your home opens the door to your room, you swing, making contact. The intruder lets out a satisfying “Ohh!” And falls to the ground, you swing down again, as hard as you can. Before you can get a third swing in the person kicks your feet from under you. You land hard on your ass, teeth clicking together. You don’t have time to gather your wits before they’re on you. You immediately begin to struggle with all your might. “It’s me!” They yell, “Darling it’s me! It’s Gurney,” You go limp in the darkness.
The familiar smell of him envelopes you, making you realize that it isn’t just a dream, “There now,” he says, rolling off you. The light flickers on, you blink rapidly as your eyes adjust. Sure enough, there’s Gurney Halleck, offering his hand to help you off the floor.
Something inside you snaps. You snarl viciously, get up, and tackle him back to the ground. You get a few good hits in before he begins to block your fists with his forearms. “What is wrong with you?” You screech, “Was this some kind of sick joke?”
“No!”
“Then why, why did you do it?”
“It had to be done!”
“What had to be done? Why? Was it Leto, did he tell you to do it?”
“Leto doesn’t know!” This stops you in your tracks completely. Sensing you’ve calmed down, Gurney peeks out from behind his massive forearms to chance a glance at you. “Leto doesn’t know?” You repeat. The thought of Gurney keeping something from Leto seemed more inconceivable to you than Gurney dying. “What doesn’t Leto know?” You ask, staring hard at the man beneath you. “That I’m alive. Only you do, you and Duncan.”
“Me and Duncan,” You repeat. Gurney lets his arms down completely as you puzzle it out. He rests his hands on your hips, unsure of which way things are going to go after this. “Gurney, what is going on?” You finally ask, getting off him.
He follows suit, getting off the floor, following you into the kitchen. “I faked my death,” He explained as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Why?” you ask, wincing as you turn on your light. Normally you kept a tidy household, but you hadn’t been able to do much since his fake death. Take out containers, delivery receipts, and used plastic utensils littered your kitchen counter tops. You’d gone in there to make tea but decided to clean instead.
As you grabbed a garbage bag and began throwing things into it, violently, Gurney began to explain. “It was after the Tuscany incident,” you grunted to show you were listening. Tuscany had been one of the worst missions Leto sent Gurney on. Your man had come back beaten, bruised, and sick with a cold. You nursed him back to health; it was then you began to hate Leto. “It was in Tuscany I realized something…” He trailed off as you tied the bag shut. You placed it next to the overflowing garbage can and took out another bag. “Then, when I got home, you told me what I’ve been needing to hear for years. It was time to get out. I knew Leto would let me go if I asked, but the moment he or Paul got in trouble again, he’d try to pull me right back in.”
“What was it?” You asked, cutting Gurney off, unwilling to give Leto a thought. You finally turn to Gurney, exhausted from your week, angry at him, at Leto, at Duncan. “What was what?”
“What the thing you realized in Tuscany?” Gurney crosses his arms, clearly uncomfortable. “That I had someone to come home to. Someone that I loved, deeply, and that someone loved me. That for once, I couldn’t just die in some shit filled back alley because there was a job that needed to be done. I needed to get home. I needed to get home in one piece.” The silence behind his statement hangs heavy in the air. You want to yell at him, scream, tell him you’re never going to forgive him. Instead, you drop the trash bag, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Gurney rushed across the kitchen pulling you into his arms. You let out a sob that broke his heart. You were angry and relieved and grief stricken all over again.
As you sobbed, he didn’t say anything, simply stood there and allowed you to get his shirt wet with your tears. He promised that with all he had in him, however many days he had left, he’d spend all of it making things up to you. He had to, you were his life, his world, his love, he owed that to you, and so much more.
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@meerawrites // @enbylestat - your tag got me to write for Lydia again for the first time in like two years. So, I wanted to give you a little something as a thank you. :)
. . . and not that you have to, but if you want to use this for your writing, feel free. :)
Thanks again! :)
#friend's fic#ocappreciation#oc: audrey#fic: anti-hero#fd: turn washington's spies#poster#story cover
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Behold!!!
My takes on @weirdgirl92 's Demon Princes of Hell!😈👑🔱
Asmodel, Prince of Lust 💋🐐
Beelzebub, Prince of Greed 🍎🐖
Belphegor, Prince of Sloth 💤🦥
Mammon, Prince of Greed 🪙🐺
Leviathan, Prince of Envy 🌊🐍
(Used the @retroferno Leviathan for reference btw!)
Belial, Prince of Wrath 🌋🐲
#cuphead famart#cuphead ocs#friend's oc#friend's fic#other people's ocs#other people's fic#the cuphead show#littlest devil au#the tale of the littlest devil
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Fandom: RWBY
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lie Ren/Yang Xiao Long
Characters: Yang Xiao Long, Lie Ren
Additional Tags: Fluff, Cooking, Male-Female Friendship, RWBY Rarepair Week 2023, friendshipping, Bumbleby is canon, Renora is in Whatever State It's In, Des(s)ert, Sunflowyr
Summary:
After the gang gets back to Vacuo, Yang and Ren get back to their tradition of cooking together, as well as briefly catching up with each other's relationships
So this one's not mine, a friend wanted to participate in @rwbyrarepairweek but isn't on tumblr and asked me to post his fic for Day 1: Des(s)ert for him- Yang and Ren as friendly exes
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[Fic + Fic Rec]
So today is @lostinglorious 's birthday, and mine was on Monday (making us both Aries just like Quarantine Tarantula 😎♈). Not to get personal on my fandom-only blog but I've been going through Some Shit lately so as a way to not only cheer myself up but show gratitude towards my wonderful friend, I wrote her a fic about our mutual OTP, Shosanna/Fredrick.
Come to find out she wrote one for me as well.
So, if you wanna celebrate our birthday week with us, we would love it if you checked out our newest ShoFred one shots.
By me, copernicusjones for Ilarina:
"May I Have This Dance (To Make It Up To You)" - Rated T, 4.1k
Shosanna finds refuge in a place where she does not have to be either Shosanna or Emmanuelle; where she doesn't have to be anyone, should she choose not.
It's a welcome, albeit temporary, distraction—and more comforting than she should allow it to be, when she meets a young man who, like her, is there for the sake of escaping, even momentarily, from the hell this war has wrought upon them.
Perhaps, in another time and another world, this wouldn't be the first—and last—dance that Juliette and Emil have together.
By Ilarina for copernicusjones:
"I hate (the way I don't hate) you" - Rated G, 2.8k
Shosanna falls from the ladder and Fredrick makes her feel more than hatred in her final days.
Hope you enjoy! Kudos and comments are always appreciated, and feel free to reblog to spread the love! 💖
#inglourious basterds#shosanna dreyfus#fredrick zoller#freddy z#shosanna#ship: un amico#my fics#friend's fic#sorry the formatting is wonky but tumblr formatting is ASS
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Though a wee bit late in the day, here's wishing a very happy birthday to a wonderful friend, amazing teacher, very talented writer, and lovely person, @arrthurpendragon ! I hope you enjoy the Nerissa gifs, since she's your current muse, and give you good inspiration to further her story! Love you friend and happy happy birthday!
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For the dragon-themed ask game, I give you Storm because RAVVY. ⛈️⛈️⛈️
THANK YOU SO MUCH, MY DEAREST!! <3 The link to the ask game is here
I give this snippet especially for you. Crossover time! My Ravonna meets your Miraak. The girls are fighting!
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“What did you just call me?” frantic, crazy green eyes fall on him like a hammer on steel. “Assassin?” she almost gags on the word. She feels sick. Maybe it is the dimension change, or maybe it’s the fact that this man has the audacity to call her the most despicable thing anyone could call her. The audacity of assuming such a thing, mere seconds after seeing her.
“Evidently not a successful one - ” but he is violently interrupted by the most powerful telekinetic spell he’s ever witnessed. She slams him to the wall, effortlessly. He looks at Jia in hopes that she can stop this madwoman, but his vision is quickly obscured by a wall, rising from the floor. A wall made out of pure magic straight from Atherius. It’s just the two of them now, and he’s afraid for once.
“Not a successful one, huh? Who the fuck do you think you are to judge me like that?” She gets closer to him. Closer and closer until her cold hand reaches his throat. “My dude, you messed with the wrong bitch. If I wanted to, I would have been the best assassin on Tamriel. Luckily for the entire world, I decided to destroy each and every assassin in my path.” She says through gritted teeth. Miraak coughs from the choking. “That’s right, I destroyed the Dark Brotherhood. I burned that fucking sanctuary to the ground. They’re despicable! They destroyed my life! I am capable of things you can’t even imagine. Magic that you won’t see anywhere else. So I suggest you drop this attitude of yours towards me before I drop your body into the fiery pits of Oblivion, brit.” She lets go of the chokehold and Miraak gasps for air. “So, please, for the love of all the Gods, never assume anything about me ever again!”
“What did you just say?”
“To never assume any-”
“Not that. Before. You speak the language of the Dovah!”
“Maybe I do.”
He shakes his head, dumbfounded. Speechless. What even is this interaction? Who on Nirn is this insane woman? He furrows his brows from confusion. “Did… you just call me brit?”
“Maybe I did!” She says, a hint of insecurity could be heard from her voice.
“Why would you call me beautiful?”
“What? No, no, no, no. I’m pretty sure that it’s a … bad word.”
“It’s not. That’s literally what it means.”
“You’re fucking with me!”
“I am evidently not.”
“Shut up! Stop playing mind games! Miraak always calls me that.”
“I’m Miraak!”
“What? No, you’re not!”
#my girl has no chill#but hey at least they didn't kill each other :))))#I think they'll be alright#ask game#oc: ravonna#friend's fic#tpatd
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Simon + security gawrd + Frighteningly Intriguing =
@glitchysquidd Simon wanted to join. :]
#i'm going to explode#schmidt's shenanigans#????? schmidt#simon schmidt#frighteningly intriguing#friend's fic#i love your fic Glitchy#oc stuff
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Dear Theodosia by @arrthurpendragon
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, Kass!
Kass’ Official Unofficial Gift Exchange 2022
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Marlene casually popped by with a few things in her hands. A cake. A gift bag. A duffle bag. “Hey Han, I got word it’s your b-day- yeah, don’t ask how I found out your home address. So I made this cake for you.” She passed her the cake.
“Gerri helped me with this gift-“ It’s a blue hoodie that says ‘Strong Girls Club’. “Yeah, she insisted on that, but-“ she held up the duffle bag to pass it to her. “This is truly from me, a gag bag with serious ones on the side.” She wasn’t fazed by someone choking in the background.
“I made you legit fake IDs and other stuff that you’d need if something goes to shit with some birthday money- don’t ask where I got it from. Look at them!” She nearly bounced in her feet. Sparrow silently assumes she took four cups of strong coffee with her medications again.
“It’s to catch the enemies off guard.” Marlene said it so casually while rocking on her toes. “I have a gag bag of my own, but man, I can’t wait to use them sometime.”
Clee Torres. Connie Lingus- uh, yeah, she’d look at those gag identities later. But at least there were some normal ones!
“Happy birthday!” The nineteen-year-old voluntarily gave Hannah a hug and hopped up to ruffle Sparrow’s hair.
[HAPPY 30th BIRTHDAY TO SPARROW! 🫶🤩💖💖💖💖]
OMG!!! 😍😍😭😭😭
Sparrow would laugh and ruffle Marlene's hair too! 🥺🥺❤️❤️ BIG BEAR HUG TOO!!
"thank you kid. And thanks for the presents I'll definitely use them!! Although why should I need a Fake ID? Huh... Well it's good to have one if I have to run away from some Narco Cartel in Bolivia. Good fake name though (hahahha)👍🏻💪🏻🔥"
She is definitely wearing that sweatshirt to the gym and during her work out sessions hahahaha!
Hehehe She loved every single present, even the weird ones! 🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS LOVE!! 🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️❤️
#I know I have a couple of Asks from you but I want to dedicate them time to read them properly heheheheh❤️❤️❤️#Thank you so much for this love!! 😭😭❤️#we love Marlene hahahahaa!#Call of duty ocs#Marlene#hannah “sparrow” clayton#friend's fic#friend's oc#my oc#you got mail! 💌
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This is a callout post for @eve-be-sleep-deprived
My Venutian accent is not terrible. How dare you.
#throwing a very out-there hc in there that all Solari are Venus-born#so that I can say Prin's from Venus cos of the accent#tbh my accent is closer to Chipper or Biz's but whatever#lift together and all that#friend's fic
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@themaradwrites bribe for hitting the writing goal I gave her. :)
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Made a little playlist for those wanting to jam along to Dice's jazz while reading @weirdgirl92 's latest masterpiece... Where the Dice First Rolled!!!!
👇👇👇
Enjoy!💜👌
#Spotify#the cuphead show#friend's fic#king dice#where the dice first rolled#music#ao3#cuphead#cuphead king dice#cab calloway#cuphead fanfic
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Actually, I wanted to ask you something about kinktober: I have a story in which Shavi is doing a sexy dance on stage of some cantina (the prompt for the day is "leather", so he is wearing tight leather pants) and I still need some background characters to cheer him on or perhaps throw him a few credits :P do you perhaps have any volunteers I could name drop?
Hahah, nice! I'll throw a few ideas out there for you. Padneema is not into guys, so if she's there, it's for the wings and ribs. If it's pre-Shadow of Revan, Eva and the girls from the smug ship could be there and watching (and wondering "Is that the guy from Makeb---?"). Or you could borrow Norwan, my m!JK who ends up with Doc (Doc is showing him what 'cheap thrills' are, and Norwan blushes big time). If it's in Imp territory, you could probably have something spooky/weird going (it can be spooky season in Star Wars too!) on and have Lord Kallig (who is Chiss in my universe) show up.
If it's KotFE and beyond, if they are there, Eva and Theron aren't looking at Shavi; this place has really great wings and ribs. I honestly don't see Fria, my JC going to such a place -- even if the wings and ribs are great ...but if you want to somehow rope her in and scandalize her, go for it.
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