Seeing Lady Sneasler expressing affection, and their caretaker making various sounds they recognized as happiness, the other sneaslets stopped squabbling. Instead, they collectively started trying to lick Ingo’s face as well, eager to copy their mother. Even Powder joined in, peaking over the side of his coat collar to enthusiastically lick his cheek.

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An illustration for the sixth chapter of my fic, Heart Full, Bowl Empty

A Turnabout Fairytale

Finally posted Chapter one of my Klapollo Minibang 2023 fic! If you like Fantasy, Hijinks, Romance, and references to The Princess Bride and Shrek, this is the fic for you!

Featuring *gorgeous* art from the wonderful (as pictured above) @maybepolly . Give em a follow! The amount of work put into this fic is absolutely insane, and I'm so happy to finally post it!

@klapollo-minibang

Read the fic here! Kudos/Comments/Bookmarks are truly appreciated!

"Glynda Goodwitch had a notably terrible first year, even by the standards of the ferocious Huntresses of the time. Her admission to Beacon Academy was a point of no return."

"Color Theory" Chapter 1 - Mysterious Red Diamond

He looks on the shelf above, then the one below. No, it’s on the obsidian level. “C’mon, where the hell are you- Oh.” The diamond scroll that just a second ago shone like a beacon in that shadowed dusty corner of the spruce shelves, is now of a deep blood red color, dull, almost disappearing amongst the other dark colors. Unless he’s finally going crazy as expected, Martyn is sure that that wasn’t there before. With unblinking eyes, fearing that the magic will break if he moves in the wrong way, Martyn pokes the obsidian aside again and envelops his hand around the crimson lid. It has a shine at its core, deep within, like a poorly cut, unpolished amethyst. It can be confused with a crystalized mangrove log. At first glance, it’s not remarkable in any way. That’s the one. “I found it.” he announces, holding it with a death grip, feeling out of breath. […] "Row 6, behind the obsidian.” Martyn says “It called to me. This is my task.”

Mega fic update!

“Did he just…ignore us?” Guy asks incredulously.

Kakashi’s rubbing his knee, turning to look out the open door one more time. The snow is still falling and tire tracks line the driveway. He sighs. “Yup. I’ll go warm up the truck.”

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Within the forests of the Emerald Triangle in Northern California, The Moss explores a tale of mental illness, family, and the cutthroat world of marijuana’s black market.  

Illustrations for this chapter also available HERE!

Interwined - Chapter 12 - Puncture

Hours pass and Laudna remains still, save for the magnetic push and pull to her whole body from the operation of Imogen's lungs, presence gentle and light like an old cat curled up in her lap but Imogen wants pressure, wishes Laudna’s head and shoulders would sink down into her chest, perhaps eliminate the weightless and dizzy feeling under her ribs and in her skull and stomach.

The deep navy of the sky blackens and the stars brighten. Imogen struggles to see anything past or in front of the pinpricks of light, deciding it wise to try and let her eyes adjust over summoning her own and maybe drawing attention.

A cicada-like trill resonates from nocturnal insects, and she does her best to keep an ear towards the trapdoor; tracking the absence of bone in plate-metal or chainmail scraping against sodden stone, hoping the silence maintains.

She also hopes the clouds and the rain don’t return – aware of the hunger for it and the reprieve it had initially brought, aware that she will in time wish for it again. Laudna dancing in the middle of the pathway running between the fields-

The recollection makes her heartbeat dance in turn, blood twisting and crashing through her veins in excitable tides; she sees the visible stutter to her chest through Laudna’s movements on top of it, as if her head were on a platter carried between Imogen's awkward and fumbling hands and her feet had dropped over an unseen step - like the ones she’d tumble down when she had fallen too quickly into a dream and had woken again with a start-

don’t wake her don’t wake her don’t wake her-

Right. Easy. Focus. It’s just like being in the saddle, not exciting your horse from erratic movements.  Imogen is confident there, is good at that - at a hold on reins and restraint. Control. Tack and the hands it is passed down from. Inherited. The burn of whisky, the bite of words. Control. The looks, the whispers she couldn’t hear but the thoughts she could. Smile. A tip of the hat and a bow of the head. Control. Two farmers and a butcher. Fingers that twitch. Lightning braiding around muscle and vein. Two men singed and on the floor. Control. Music. Sanctum. Hands and language and learning and being so tired, so ready to give over. Be freed from the fight, watching as her own skin is claimed each morning-

She doesn’t wake up alone any more.

Laudna's hands call darkness and Imogen's summon light.

It’s funny.

They are different, but also the same. A head with more than one voice. How can they even be expected to have-

Laudna's head rises and sinks and Imogen is pulled into it.

I’M SO EXCITED TO SHARE THIS! After months of waiting and prep, I can finally share my entry for @bbcmerlin-reversebang! @papysanzo and I created a lovely Merthur fic + art!

Check out Papy’s art here!

And my fic here!

And both fic + art (combined!) are also right here:

Title: It's [Not] So Enchanting to Meet You

Creators: @caughtinthera1n, @papysanzo

Summary: King Arthur has spent countless weeks convincing his council to invite Emrys, the King of the Druids, to Camelot for a peace treaty. It's time for them to bury the hatchet...except things aren't as simple as they sound. Emrys is rude and beautiful and smug. Arthur is unwilling to let go of his past. When the two find themselves relying on each other for survival, how will they ever see eye to eye?

A hurt/comfort fic with some dungeon-shaped trouble and (hopefully) requited romance. See notes for warnings.

This little lady is sitting in ch 2 of my vashmeryl fic, Snapshots, now!

HIFargoWeek Day 2 - Backstories

Drop It, Doe Eyes: Chapter 1 - April 23rd, 1975 – 00:31

Jethro Sprang was always drawn to the Gerhardts, ever since he was saved from a bully by their youngest when he was ten. He didn't expect that, fourteen years later, he'd be saved by that boy yet again. This time, from the Gerhardts themselves, as he found himself in a dark alleyway, drenched in someone else's blood.

For Day 2 of Highly Irregular Fargo Week 2024: Backstories

The new position gave Akari a striking observation. She noticed that the stantler she was previously referencing was burdened with a prominent limp as it shifted its weight; turning around had revealed a rather nasty set of gnarled gashes that littered its right hind leg.

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An illustration for the fifth chapter of my fic, Heart Full, Bowl Empty

It begins 🍄✨

A tragic Catradora TLOU story, written by my wonderful friend the_deaf_pomegranate and illustrated by me! Chapters will be coming out every day this week! Comments appreciated!

NEW ONE SHOT OMG WITH ILLUSTRATIONS!

Blonde In Shining Armor (6957 words) by Lisra Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adora/Catra (She-Ra), Adora & Catra (She-Ra), Bow/Glimmer (She-Ra), Perfuma/Scorpia (She-Ra) Characters: Adora (She-Ra), Catra (She-Ra), Scorpia (She-Ra) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Historical Reenactment, Renaissance Faires, Jousting, Knight Adora (She-Ra), Meet-Cute, Falling In Love, Alcohol, Neurodiversity, Autistic Catra (She-Ra), Idiots in Love, Fluff, very mild angst, Illustrations, Illustrated Fic Summary: Catra is a fuzzy bundle of hate. Why is she doing this? Her fur is ruffled and chafes against her shirt, her tail is coiled tightly around herself and her claws are itching. Catra hates the masses of people looming around her, hemming her in, blocking her view and her progress. She hates all the layers of noise overwhelming her sensitive ears: the inane chatter, laughs, screams and the indistinct thrum of people and that doesn’t even account for the music. Which she also hates. OR Catra accompanies Scorpia to a ren fair!

Chapter 9, shits getting real serious!

Summary:

“Glynda Goodwitch had a notably terrible first year, even by the standards of the ferocious Huntresses of the time. Her admission to Beacon Academy was a point of no return.”

For the June/July collection of @cityofprogress was proposed a collaboration between writers and artists on the subject of sports. I never did that kind of thing, being afraid to not been able to draw something worth it but for once, I tried.

I was paired with @valkyriekitti who wanted to write an equestrian sports AU for a while. A good opportunity to learn how to draw and paint horses 😅

She explained me her idea and today, we finally post the result of our common work.

First, let me introduce you the horses...

Of course, Cailtyn is a perfect rider in dressage competitions.

Vi is a western rider. Before the first competition of the year, she shares a little moment with her horse...

And they know how to shine when they enter the main arena for their reining show.

I invite you to read the first chapter of Season Opening on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/48633523/chapters/122677078

Thank you so much @valkyriekitti for your trust and all your explanations!

Artist Hermann starts drawing a stranger on the train night after night... Fic here!