The more my bones hurt, the more swag there is to behold

The drawing is drawing so hard right now - BLOODY MARY AAUUUUUGGHHH THEY MAKE ME SICKK -

[conartist170]

Hi. This is my whatever-it-wants-to-be blog.

Currently obsessed with Project Hail Mary and Iron Lung >:D

BLOODYMARY BABY!!!!

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I schedule most, if not typically all my stuff in advance. So sometimes there's discrepancies in style or skill level. Most of these are scheduled to post months in advance. It's just easier on my adhd riddled self to do that. Haha.

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Take a second to check out my Kofi. Your support would really mean a lot!

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These are some of the fics I've written and AU's I've done (I'm working on turning everything into a bunch of different masterposts so it's a bit cleaner hold on-)

Masterpost for my fanfics, all fandoms

Rottmnt Leo’s Journal Fic

--------- Multi part - Comics

2k3 Reincarnation comic, "...Like Forgiveness", FaLS AU Moldy Fruit AU

Something's wrong with Mikey

Single part - Comics

Suggestion Box Flower Eye Growth You Are Tacos Midlife Crisis at 15 TMNT Competition Side Quest Disaster Twins Chatting ...is that a joke? Fae AU Cold Open Silent 'G' in GIF? Sharing is Not Caring Who do you call in jail again? "The field in which I grow my fucks!" Change is Inedible Coma isn't Festive Leo... Mikey Hasn't chosen who dies yet Creature Con booth set up ---------

Rottmnt/TMNT aus

Forgotten and Lost Stars (FaLS) - Masterpost { Separated AU, Double Mutation, ROTTMNT }

Crystal Black Waters (CBW) - Masterpost { Double Mutation, 2012 TMNT}

Moldy Fruit - Start//Table of Contents { Infection au inspired, non-consensual body modification, dragons, ROTTMNT }

[yhuyhuz]

Separated AU idea but they're just bothering the absolute hell out of the turtle stuck with Splinter

because they were told that if all four of them worked together, they could be powerful, all they needed to do was just convince this turtle that's buying groceries for a rat in the sewers.

Beaten by the power of responsibilities

[conartist170]

~Poppy Seeds and Other Such Delicacies.~

800 ish words. Alternate Universe - wings. Fluff.

Simon knew the moment he saw Grace that he had been working too long.

It didn't take a genius to notice. Grace was hunched over, shrimp position, wings tensed and coiled against his back. His blond hair was disheveled and every minute or so, he would mutter out a stress chitter. One that echoed low throughout the room. It had Simon's gut twisting empathetically despite himself.

It was late. The biodome had already transitioned to night, silver artificial moonlight spilling in through the windows. A quite warmth settling into the ground. Simon had heard of crickets, and while he hadn't actually heard what one sounded like until Grace had played him an audio clipping - he knew that a night like this would have benefited from their contribution. He could feel it in his throat.

Simon watched Grace furiously type away at his computer, a pencil hanging by the eraser dangled from his teeth, and a frankly absurd amount of papers scattered around him. The room was decorated with xenonite knickknacks and random things from the Hail Mary ship. The warm blue wallpaper was nice on Simon's eyes, as was the low lighting.

Still. It was bedtime.

Maybe Simon would have felt bad for interrupting him, but it was late. His wings were heavy and his body ached for company.

"Grace," He called, voice a low timber. He hung in the open door way and his wings swayed absently behind him. "Come to bed."

Grace looked up, crystal eyes bleary. He blinked, once, twice, then looked back down to his computer. His glasses were sliding off the bridge of his nose. "I think...I'm almost done." He looked up again, eyes pleading. "Twenty more minutes?"

Simon hummed, and walked over. He nestled in behind Grace and buried his nose in the soft, small feathers dappling Grace's neck. He draped his arms over Grace's and his wings tipped out lazily.

"Grace," Simon breathed, enjoying the warmth of Grace's body and the smell of his floral-coconut shampoo. "It's been twenty minutes,"

Whenever Simon came behind Grace like this he made sure that Grace's own wings had enough room to tip or flare and now wasn't any different. Grace's wings were drooping, but Simon would move easily if they came up anymore. It was easier then breathing. It was always easier then breathing. Being with Grace was easier then breathing.

"...has it?" Came Grace's quiet reply.

Simon hummed, pressing his lips against the soft, warm pulse there. "You work too hard," He muttered.

Grace let out a shaky trill. His ears were turning pink. His wings twitched and Simon wanted to run his talons through the downy feathers found there.

"I...uhm." One hand, one padded with special fat cells and cover in tiny, healed over nicks, came up to grip Simon's forearm. A thumb moved back and forth and Simon loved when that thumb pressed in the soft wet of his mouth. "Well, someone...has to?"

Simon thought of the pebbles Grace loved so much. The tiny, yammering things. They were always quick with questions, jumping and tumbling around. Being what they were. Kids. Cute kids. Simon liked them too but he also knew Grace was a chronic over thinker and over preparer. He knew that he could approach his lessons with much less and the kids would still eat it up. Palm over fist.

Though he also knew that Grace took pride in his work and that he really loved creating lessons that went above and beyond. It's one of the many reasons he loved this man.

Simon pressed a kiss to the curve of Grace's jaw and let it linger, his breath hot.

"You work too hard," He repeated. Affection and fondness and rough gravel.

A thumb back a forth on his forearm. Wings swaying. Silver light spilling in through the crack of the window. Warmth. Touch. Heat. Soft hands. Calloused hands. Roaming curiosity and a reassurance of love. Care. Attention. Feathers. Quills. Chirps and churrs and little peeps in the morning.

Simon loved this man and he was very, very tired.

"Please, come to bed." He drank in the smell of Grace, eyes half lidded and reverent.

Grace was quiet. A blush darkening even down his neck. There was a blush on Simon's face, matching Grace's. There was an element of nervousness came with being so bold but Grace never hated him. Never hurt him. Nervousness turned to confusion turned to intrigue turned to love turned to devotion. A honeyed wine that was shared, fingers brushing, lips touching. A sweet treat. A delicate gold leaf. Silk and quiet mornings. Softness. Care. Preening and gentle scratching and something of a tender always between them.

Grace was quiet and when he spoke he was even quieter. He breathed something shaky, pink mouth parted and his own exhaustion being recognized.

"...okay."

Simon pressed another lingering kiss to Grace's jaw and then another just a little higher. A rumbling croon came from the deep in Simon's throat and he tapped his head against Grace's. Grace huffed out a quiet laugh and the sun was real again.

They went to bed and the stars were real again.

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[conartist170]

stay strong soldier i repeat stay strong you got this king

for reals

He is STRUGGLING

[conartist170]

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BOY THAT WAS A ZINGER GOOD MORNING HELLOOOO ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i love them so dearly my little guys i need to put them in a jar and throw them down the stairs

I KNOWWWW

Simon is sitting over here going

“•///_///• hold strong Simon. Fuck. He’s really upset and not really in the right headspace for anything and geez he’s so pretty and oh my god he’s kissing my knuckles and god fuck his blood smells so good—“

Poor guy.

[t00thpasteface]

meme redraw. grace turn around your you is burning

[bunz0o0]

I posted another chapter. I had a lot of fun with this one

:D

GOOD MOOOOORNINGGGGGG I WILL BE READING THIS NOW

[conartist170]

yippee! :D

[yoursocialchameleon]

Estais reference sheet!!🌺

squeeeeee!

As always, questions always welcome! Im going to make sure questions in general are answered eventually heh

Gah I love her sm!

[spiderl1ng]

this came to me in a dream

[conartist170]

"Simon," He breathed. Quietly, so quietly. More a delicate noise then anything more. He took a breath, tired and shaky. He rubbed his thumb against the side of Simon's hand. There was tension there. He wanted to fix it.

Grace wanted to fix it.

He breathed again, his lips scrapping softly against the rough, calloused use of Simon's hands. It smelled of Simon. It smelled of his own blood. It made him happy.

"Will you stay?" He asked. He didn't know why he asked. But he was tired and drained and hollow and empty and this little fleeting thing of comfort was all he had. This moment. The blood and Simon's knuckles and his lips pressed to them. It was all he had. "Please."

Grace waited. He could wait an eternity, he could do that much.

He didn't know how long he waited. With his lips pressed to Simon's skin, as he memorized the taste and feel of it.

Then, there was a shaky inhale and a deep exhale that soon follow.

"Y...yeah. Shit. Fuck," Simon inhaled again through sharp and sharper teeth and it sounded like he was besides himself. "I'll stay." He breathed out, steadying. "I'll stay."

Grace hummed, nodding. He let himself rest there. Lips to Simon's knuckles, smelling something he couldn't live without. Blood. Sweat. Tears. Simon. Simon, Simon, Simon.

He'll stay. He said so.

Grace believed him. He let the warmth and the comfort and buzzing wash over him. He needed this. He needed this so bad.

Grace could be selfish.

Just this once.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[giologyyart]

my headcanon is that simon is not in fact stupid and knows what he is doing all the time, but then he also forgets he is hot as hell and that has some big effects on grace

rocky just don't undertands humans and their emotions at all, if attracted why not together forever, question?????

[conartist170]

“May I rest now?” I ask my aching uterus

“No.” It sneers “your suffering kicks my giggles”

“😢” I say

[luckydoodlez]

Plant Talk - Part 2

Part 3 might take a bit longer, going on a trip :']

also everyone say thank you @/ctrl-shift-alt-9 for their Iron Lung transcript, the doc is a GODSEND and I need to try to get my hands on an IL dvd otherwise I can and will re-read the doc over and over again for funsies lol

[conartist170]

2/3 previous

[conartist170]

"Wednesday has been cancelled due to a scheduling error."

-- Welcome to Nightvale

[podcastwizard]

you don’t realize how important lunch is until you’re wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then it’s 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.

[podcastwizard]

lot of people commenting on this post like "who eats lunch at 4pm that's a terrible time to eat lunch" yes. that is the point. 4pm lunch is inadvisable. 4pm lunch is not the ideal. 4pm lunch makes the mind demons real.

[podcastwizard]

folks you’re never gonna believe what i did today

[finefeatheredfabler]

I believe in the separation of church (fandom) and state (media creators)