NIMONA
thank you to the story that made me come to terms with and eventually love my shapeshifting.

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@f-a-campbell
NIMONA
thank you to the story that made me come to terms with and eventually love my shapeshifting.
Angella found her at the window at seven-thirty.
Sorel Sweet Kitchen by @thiakerrigan
@f-a-campbell pretty much broke me with this.
Absolutely beautiful fanart of a fic I thought for sure would go into the 'barely touched, written purely to get it out of my head' parts of AO3 never to be seen again - instead, this!
She's drawn the last scene here, which I won't describe beyond what's above, with separate backdrops for night and day, and it's just fully messed me up.
Thank you, @f-a-campbell <3
Thia at this point we're taking turns making eachother cry…
Fanart exists as a conversation around its subject, but your appreciation and acknowledgment means its now in direct conversation with its media, and that's the highest honor I could literally ever receive
This is so so so sweet and it means so much that the art i made to show my love for your writing, and this fic in specific, could impact you so much
So thank you @thiakerrigan, for turning my commentary into conversation, i can't ever hope to thank you enough
Angella found her at the window at seven-thirty.
Sorel Sweet Kitchen by @thiakerrigan
@f-a-campbell pretty much broke me with this.
Absolutely beautiful fanart of a fic I thought for sure would go into the 'barely touched, written purely to get it out of my head' parts of AO3 never to be seen again - instead, this!
She's drawn the last scene here, which I won't describe beyond what's above, with separate backdrops for night and day, and it's just fully messed me up.
Thank you, @f-a-campbell <3
Angella found her at the window at seven-thirty.
Sorel Sweet Kitchen by @thiakerrigan
a woman of many aliases 🏴☠️🗡️
Captain Chase from Scarlet Morning by @gingerhaze !!!
YESSSS MORE SCARLET MORNING FANART!
my adhd meds wore off and i hyperfocused while drawing the best Steven Universe character, Spinel
more fanart for @thiakerrigan's Sorel Sweet Kitchen, please go read it its incredible i was literally crying by the end omfg... if you like untouched cups in the cupboard, grief being something people share, and moving on; go read it.
also all of the cups i've drawn are actual cups i own, so thanks Thia for reminding me to use cups with lots of memories clinging to them.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"You're sure," Catra said. Not quite a question. "I got them cut on Saturday." Which was an answer, and more of one than she'd meant to give. Angella's hand went to the edge of the counter and settled there. "It seemed like the practical thing to do." "Okay." Catra picked them up. They were warm from the shop and lighter than they had any right to be. "Practical."
PLEASE please go read @thiakerrigan's Sorel Sweet Kitchen, it's a great fic about baking, moving on, and the things said in the absence of words.
it is also the only Catra x Angella fic on AO3, which is interesting to say the least
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
have some thumbnailing and shot-breakdown while i'm at it!
"You're sure," Catra said. Not quite a question. "I got them cut on Saturday." Which was an answer, and more of one than she'd meant to give. Angella's hand went to the edge of the counter and settled there. "It seemed like the practical thing to do." "Okay." Catra picked them up. They were warm from the shop and lighter than they had any right to be. "Practical."
PLEASE please go read @thiakerrigan's Sorel Sweet Kitchen, it's a great fic about baking, moving on, and the things said in the absence of words.
it is also the only Catra x Angella fic on AO3, which is interesting to say the least
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
you art so tasty what, i need to print it out and eat it omfg
He does NOT like the effigy made in pale imitation of his natural form
My beloved first yuri
You remind me of the babe...
Presenting Glimeth, the Goblin Queen
yes... YES... YES!!! (now i gotta draw Bow in sarah's outfit in the masquerade dream sequence)
on tumblr…i remembered tumblr! hi tumblr!
AHOY! we’ve missed you!
Captain Cadence Chase, o' captain my captain!
Lyrics at the top are from King by Florence And The Machine, a song which appears on N.D. Stevenson's own Scarlet Morning playlist!
Expect a some Viola studies soon, i think its criminal that there is only one Scarlet Morning fanfic on AO3 (by apurpleplanetary) and so @baggebythesea and i have been slow cooking something on the back-burner...
Would you beat your current phone/computer wallpaper in a 1v1 fight?
I would pound their ass immediately.
I would, but I choose not too (for moral reasons).
Fair chances on both.
I would be the one getting slimed.
…what.
*you have to provide an image
i’m a good fighter, but i am getting murdered if i tried to fight Captain Cadence Chase.
“Jacoby swung at her, but she wasn’t in the spot she’d been before; she was behind him, swallowed up by shadow, only visible by the spark and flash of her sword. She whirled by on his other side as he turned to meet her, staying always on his periphery. Her sword darted almost too fast to see, neatly striking one of the silver coins from his belt and sending it rolling across the floor.” -Scarlet Morning, N.D. Stevenson