I did a bunch of royai doodles and idk what to do with them, so i guess i’ll leave them here
A lot of different moods, ik, i was listening to the playlist 🙄
@romancatholicroymustang
NASA
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blake kathryn
dirt enthusiast
Stranger Things

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Sweet Seals For You, Always

Love Begins
styofa doing anything
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sheepfilms
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

JBB: An Artblog!

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Misplaced Lens Cap
will byers stan first human second

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@captainjamba
I did a bunch of royai doodles and idk what to do with them, so i guess i’ll leave them here
A lot of different moods, ik, i was listening to the playlist 🙄
@romancatholicroymustang
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
writers and artists everywhere all the time
quiet mornings
14 & 30? 🤭 for the fic writer asks!
Jamba! Always so lovely to see your name!
14. where do you get your inspiration?
All sorts of places, honestly. I love walking and cycling around my neighbourhood, letting my mind wander and explore ideas. Ferment. I also love chatting with my fandom friends, being silly and exploring ideas. Posing questions and what ifs.
Any and all ideas I write down in a document. Some of them turn into fics. Some of them lay dormant...
30. share a fic you’re especially proud of
Hmm, the Irish in me balks at the idea of sharing something with pride but I shall try. 😅
One fic I just had a ball writing was Rumour Has It... It was super collaborative, so much fun and so silly. Shooting ideas around and then sharing work in progress. Up-dates on AO3 were a hoot to post and the comments were so lovely and funny.
It was a fic I wrote off a bolt of inspiration. One that, as usual, grew beyond the original outline, but a story I ended up loving and being so happy with.
Fic Writer Ask Game
#know your fandom history
ough i miss them
He’s just a bit too protective 🥹
When we first met
Here’s the art I contributed to the @it-was-always-her-rayllumfanzine!
This fanzine celebrates the enduring bond of Rayllum, the beloved pairing from The Dragon Prince. Across 202 pages, it’s a heartfelt tribute
Drew this for the Rayllum TDP zine! It’s filled with so much brilliant artwork and beautifully written stories ✨
Get yours here ~
february ficlet fest: action
rated t (barely, nearly g)
5 years post s7
like one, two, three (count on me)
ao3
There must be a reason Callum hasn’t asked yet.
That’s what Rayla decides once July passes without a proposal.
happy mutualentines day <33
Valentine's vibes with an amazing Collab! Loved working on this piece together with @tategaminu and feeling happy how it turned out! ✨ Happy Valentine's Day! 💕 (Pose reference: Albanenechi)
february ficlet fest: emotion
rated E below the cut
they’re not enough (chasing cars)
ao3 link
I love you isn’t enough.
It’s been said of course: whispered softly in her ear under Domina’s protection, sobbed against his chest once blood and bruises and burns had been tended to, obsessively peppered between kisses the second the tent flap had fallen shut behind them both.
The words alone, though—
They’re not enough.
—which is why they’re tangled up on the ground, why they’re gasping into each other’s mouths, why their clothes are littered beside the settee.
This isn’t just need, either, though.
Need isn’t why she’d unwound the dirt-stained, blood-smeared scarf from his neck, or why he’d taken his time kissing his way over the outline of each marking on her cheek, or even why their clothes had been peeled off, slowly, layer by layer…
Well, maybe it is need, even if it’s not just sex.
She needs to see him, touch him—
—feel him.
Her heart.
Criticizing a show/movie/book/music/whatever you didn't like = fine. Have fun. Tear it apart limb from figurative limb.
Criticizing people because they enjoyed a show/movie/book/music/whatever you didn't like = shut the entire fuck up.
Hope this helps.