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Cozy heart penguin
Plus a rough sketch of a comic
These are ideas of how cozy might be drawn by me. Maybe with more time, I could come to a decision.
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Happy March 29th!
Once again, it's Cambionverse Day and Jesse Turner's birthday. We don't have the next chapter of Envesseled ready to post yet, so we decided to post some excerpts from it instead! Please enjoy them, and as always, thank you for your patience <3
Amazon Rainforest, Brazil
"Do you think this is what it looks like?" asks Jesse as they leave, moving on foot through the towering forest until they find a place without angelic interference to let him jump. "In...Heaven or whatever. Where souls go. Do you think this is what Ben sees?"
Claire has dreaded the thought of Heaven since she was eleven years old, and some days she thinks she only survived this long out of fear of ending up there. Maybe this forest is a close analogue, if the way her skull feels about to vibrate off her spine is any indication.
"I keep thinking about what Marie said," he confesses. "About how he might be—happy there. With his mom."
"He's probably surrounded by angels," Claire retorts. "That's no one's idea of a good time, even if you're a Winchester." She doesn't want Ben to be happy in the afterlife, she realizes; either she is cruel enough to tear him out of Heaven, or cruel enough to hope he is suffering so that even being with her again would be a relief. She kicks away a vine that crosses their path and then crushes it under her heel out of sheer spite.
"But what if she's right?" says Jesse. "Don't you think—"
"No one asked you to think," she snaps. "I don't need the Antichrist's opinion of Heaven. Just take us to the next place."
Jesse stops. Claire does too, silent and glaring. He searches her face, and for a moment it's like he's looking at a stranger.
"I still want him back," Jesse says. "I didn't say I don't."
Claire flicks out her hand like she's drawing a sword. "Then stop wasting time," she says, "and let's go."
She kisses him again later that night, after a piece of grace in Kabul knocks her out too badly to continue. It's not an apology, and she doesn't try to make it one. But it does keep him from asking about Ben again.
Nile River, Egypt
"Just leave some for tomorrow," Jesse says as she wrings out her hair. The locals on shore haven't noticed them yet, but it's getting to be a close thing. "This is already more than we usually get in a day."
"I'm almost done," Claire mumbles. Her mouth tastes like copper. She reaches down again, gets hit with a flash of Castiel fighting off one of his brothers, and comes to with the river breaking across her face as Jesse pulls her up again.
"Claire," he says, holding her upright. "This is stupid. Just stop."
She ignores him, tries to pull away. When that doesn't work, she frowns and aims her mouth at his mouth instead. To her surprise, Jesse tightens his grip on her shoulders and stops her there too. When Claire's eyes refocus, she sees him watching her with a frown.
"Look," he says, quieter. "You can get your blood on my mouth if you want to. I'm still going to tell you you're going too far."
Claire reaches up to wipe her face, petulant, and only now notices that her nose has been bleeding all along. It's not that she didn't think he would notice the pattern, but he's not supposed to talk about it. A drop of red falls off her lip and stains the river red.
Jesse sighs. "It's not like I mind," he says. "The kissing, I mean, or whatever you want to call it. But just 'cause I like it doesn't mean I can't tell what you're doing."
"It's not a reward," Claire grouses.
"It can be whatever you like," says Jesse, too sincere. His hands are still holding her in place, holding her up. "You know that's always been true, don't you? And if you decide you don't want to do it anymore, that's also fine." His cheeks go a little red. "Or if, when Ben is back—"
The warmth of tolerant exasperation curdles in Claire's throat instantly. She pushes out of Jesse's arms, and this time he lets her go. "This isn't," she begins, and then chokes as the truth curse tries to twist her words. She smears more blood off her face and glares at the river. "My usual outlets aren't available right now. I've already explained what this does and doesn't mean to me. You have no excuse for wishful thinking."
She's glad she can't see whatever face he makes at that. By the time Jesse speaks again, his voice is as even as hers. "As I said. You'll do what you like." He steps out of the water. "Let me know when you're done."
Claire tastes blood the whole rest of her time in the Nile. They don't share a bed that night.
#writing#rough drafts#envesseled#cambionverse#claire novak#jesse turner#ben braeden#who is not actually here on account of being dead but he IS here in spirit :(#also disclaimer to those coming in from the claire tag this fanon version of her predates her canon appearance
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WIP Wednesday!
(Or as I call it, oh fuck, it's Thursday, lol)
Thank you for the tags, @heartstringsduet, @sznofthesticks, @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad, @carlos-in-glasses, @paperstorm, @carlos-tk and @bonheur-cafe.
I'm drawing again! I had this idea after seeing that gif of Carlos's thumb on TK's throat and remembering a discussion going around here about TK giving great head. 😅
I'm gonna tag @birdclowns, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @tailoredshirt, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @thebumblecee, @lightningboltreader @sanjuwrites, @wtfuckevenknows and you (I'm out of practice so if I missed tagging you or fucked up a name, I'm so sorry 😥)
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(there was a post making the rounds about writing smutty drabbles for people to read while a lot of Americans are presumably surrounded by family for the Thanksgiving holiday-- and, well, this is longer than 100 words and it isn't smut, but here's Mairon/Artanis for y'all from the Uncorrupted Mairon AU:)
ETA: an AO3 link!
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Mairon gasps apologies into Artanis's mouth, but she barely hears them for the ringing in her ears. More important words fill all the hollow places fear had carved inside her, relief flaring like fire over his assurances: Yes, of course I'm coming with you, I won't leave you now, not ever.
Outside of this room in Tirion, the Noldor shudder in fear and dismay, but Artanis clutches at Mairon and weeps over how her joy blazes in the dark.
"I made silver rings," Mairon says when the necessity for air means she must stop kissing him. Tears track down his cheeks too and she can't help but litter kisses on his face until his mouth curves into a smile, though he still looks rueful. "I meant for them to be prototypes. They aren't perfect—"
"Show them to me," she laughs, now realizing what the half-fond, half-despairing look Findaráto had kept shooting Mairon's way has meant for all her months of wondering. Mairon untangles himself from her grasp to bring a small wooden box out of his desk and there they are in his hands: two silver betrothal rings gleaming in candlelight, defiant against the shadows and the despair that had struck her heart at the idea of leaving Aman without him.
She holds her right hand out so he can slip her ring on her finger, a band reminiscent of ocean waves and ship rope, Telerin design in Noldorin custom—perfect, even for all Mairon's protests. When she says so, he shakes his head but puts the ring's twin on his own hand.
"I never meant to make you doubt my commitment. I was going to do it all in the proper order when they were made right," he says, the words flowing out of him fast, all his secrets cut loose.
"When you were satisfied," she replies, pushing him onto the daybed of his quarters and climbing into his lap. What an impossible word, satisfied. She shoves her hands into the russet waves of his hair and thrills at the sound he makes, hungry. "You would have kept me waiting a hundred more years."
"No," he groans, gathering her up in his arms. Even through the linen of her dress, she can feel the warmth of his body and she wants him closer. She rolls her hips into the hard lines of him and he falls back, taking her down with him flat onto the bed. "Yes. All right. I never would have been satisfied, but you deserve—"
She kisses him until he stops talking nonsense, until they're both gasping and laughing and maybe crying a little still, but when she says, "Bind yourself to me," he says yes. Yes, of course.
He knows the vows to make, has learned every word passed down among the Eldar. He murmurs them reverently into the skin of her throat, the curve of her breast, the softness of her inner thigh.
When they reach the end of the ritual and there is only the part Eärwen and Arafinwë had told them no one could teach them, that they would have to discover for themselves—Artanis opens her mouth to say something, she doesn't know, nerves overwhelming her, but Mairon holds her close, and says, “I know.”
He sounds just as loving and lost as she is for a moment—and then he hums a few notes of a Song she has never heard before, but recognizes immediately. It’s theirs.
#rough drafts#my fic#an uncorrupted mairon au#artanis x mairon#galadriel x halbrand#fell in love with the fire#rings of power#silmarillion#the darkening#haladriel#happy american thanksgiving to all celebrating right now and to all the rest! happy thursday 💜
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i miss posting fic excerpts. so here's a fic excerpt. sorry to be self-congratulatory but my favorite part of this is when jim calls telepathy kinky
#personal#rough drafts#liz loves writing#gambler's knife#sorry im gonna reblog this again tomorrow when people are awake.
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writing dean is a form of self torture
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Finally, for now, we're at the end of the art dump before the second page for Changes is uploaded tonight. These are some prototype sketches for a teacup tattoo I'm thinking about getting in the future. It's a bit of a sisters' joke amongst us (Little Sister, Smaller Sister, and then Teacup Sister). I'll like do a combination of the three teacups to make the best one possible for my first tattoo.
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You asked me why my hands were shaking
Because I’m scared of you
Because I fear you’ll hate me
Because I fear you’re already getting there
Because I was abused as a child
(But not brutally
Not bad enough
I’m scared no one will believe me when I tell them)
Because I’ve never known unconditional love
Because I’ve never not been one mistake away from falling
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(short ho-hu fic. i think i wrote something about this before... but i cant find it atm. ah well.)
There was no point in being jealous. Maison knew very well that Cat loves him with all of her detached heart. But the fact her attention was fixed entirely on the plushy instead of him bothered him.
Sure it shared his good looks, but in a cute way. His charming smile, his well kept hair, his clothes, it has everything that Maison has! So why instead of hugging and kissing him, she is hugging and kissing the plush?!
After mimicking the sound of clearing his throat, Maison gently pinched his fingers on the plushy to grab Cat's attention. "Pardon me, my dear Cat, but I think it's best to put this away..." he said.
She blinked in confusion until it dawned on her, and gave him a playfully teasing feline-like smile. "You are so cute, Maison!" she giggled, making him snort bashfully.
Before he could retort, Cat leapt to give him a peck on the cheek. "Nothing can really beat the real thing."
That nearly made him melt on the spot, as he tried to act cool before her. But he couldn't hide his smile as his lips parted into a wide smug grin. As long as she doesn't forget that, then he wouldn't mind the idea of sharing some of Cat's attention.
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Fuck it. Posting original art here. I’m working on designing an art book for myself to collect together my digital art from the past few years.
The art in this post is specifically of these cat detectives I like to draw because I drew one dude as a joke during a dnd session and then it spiraled. So because they’ve been my art hyperfixation for several months now, I have lots of art of them but I don’t post them because I’m not sure anyone’s interested in that?
But then I was like “practice what we preach, kid, cringe is dead because we kill it within ourselves” so here it is.
#I figure I should use my design degree or whatever#I was so bummed I couldn’t flip through my digital sketches like I do with my traditional sketchbooks and then realized i COULD#hey doofus we have the exact skills and tools needed to make this a reality#going all out to make a really endulgent design with the bright colors and big blocky text#finishing this with the power of my best friend saying he wants a copy when I’m done#anthro art#original art#crow draws tragic cats#graphic design#cat art#rough drafts#furry#my work
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#sam stuff#writing stuff#i want my workday to be over sooooo bad#notebook#rough drafts#sam makes a case for therapy (tm)#i finally have the energy to work on it but there's so much to do at work#gonna smooth it out later but i'm so clooooose#how do you guys DO long things fr
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Thumbnails for a httyd comic. Just some Hictooth floof bc I love them your honor
#httyd#hiccup haddock#hiccup#toothless#nf#comic#comic planning#thumbnails#rough drafts#httyd2#rtte#i added more pages after pg 2 but i did it near the end so i was like#woops#and didnt bother nudging the other pages#bestie snuggles#emotional support dragon
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Sneak Peak Sunday?
Gonna skip tagging cause my brain is missing but I will share where I'm at with art, I am in a drawing ditch atm 🥲
So this one is driving me up the wall, I need to rethink how lighting works and maybe start over? Idk. Hiss, lighting! 😑
I have been drawing otherwise, mostly learning ropes and anatomy, I just need to actually finish something instead of practise, I finished my rope bunny idea but he doesn't really count as fandomy, lol.
So yeah, I dunno. I've also been writing but nothing fandom related. And now back to my ditch, lol. 🩷
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Permanently jumping up and down and screaming over the Mairon AU :D
I LOVE THE AU. It's still very much living constantly in my brain!!!! I've been thinking a lot recently about Eönwë and Mairon in the Noontide of Valinor era, so here is a little bit that I've just written:
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Valarin isn't often heard on the streets of Tirion, the Maiar who visit the Noldor there being too polite, perhaps, to use a tongue that makes their nerves jangle like bells and their back teeth ache. Mairon has been living among elves exclusively for years now, using his language only briefly and carefully with Artanis, who wishes to share it with him as a gift.
Mairon is methodical, deliberate by nature. He keeps a firm hand on his power, especially while among the people he loves-- his family, his Arafinwëans.
His control slips when Eönwë tells him Melkor is being given free reign of Aman.
The ground shakes and his voice rings like a hammer strike gone too hard, steel shattering beneath the blow, sparks and shrapnel scattered points of pain. "Those fools," he spits, heedless of Eönwë's ruffled feathers and the affront in his eagle-sharp eyes-- what Mairon says is true. "He has blinded them, Manwë most of all! How can they let him free?"
#rain sleet snow#replies#an uncorrupted mairon au#i just really like the idea of eonwe coming and telling mairon that melkor has free reign out of friendship or courtesy and mairon is like#this is AWFUL. why are they DOING THIS.#is eonwe like 'mairon i just work here' or is he like 'manwe and the rest of the valar know better than us'?#'hey friend don't badmouth my dad i mean boss right in front of me'#'also melkor has repented! truly!'#much much much much much later when eonwe and halbrand meet at the end of the war of wrath#has halbrand ever gotten the chance to say 'i told you so'#anyway#THOUGHTS. i have some!!!!#rough drafts
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The rough drafts are due july 15th, right? We can only submit in July 15 or do we get a couple of days like with the snippets?
You get a week to submit the form for rough drafts, so it will be open until July 22nd.
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