Welcome to my fandoms trashcan! Fer. Twenty something. I spend the 50% of my time fangirling, 25% procrastinating and the 25% that's left writing and drawing stuff (with varying degrees of success). Do not repost my art! (I mean, why would you want anyone to think you did this shit, in the first place?)
Below are links to every work that was a part of this year's bang, listed alphabetically by title with solo works at the bottom. All fics link to Archive of Our Own, and art links all link to Tumblr.
& i will follow you into the dark (fic) by @toomuchsky
& i will follow you into the dark (art) by @wilwywaylan
(When We Were Young) We Used to Dream about Fires (fic) by @sugarspiceandsuperheroes
(When We Were Young) We Used to Dream about Fires (art) by @tollundmen
Anatomy of a Sonata (fic) by @theworldfallsup
Anatomy of a Sonata (art) by @aspic31
Angel of the Night (fic) by @crow-songs-at-dawn
Angel of the Night (art) by @devil-takethe-hindmost
A Bad Penny (fic) by PBJellie
A Bad Penny (art) by @shamedumpster
do i look moderate to you? (fic) by @p-trichor
do i look moderate to you? (art) by @wilwywaylan
Even The Darkest Night Will End And The Sun Will Rise (fic) by TreasureHunter
Even The Darkest Night Will End And The Sun Will Rise (art) by @aspic31
Let Me Down Easy (fic) by @pumpkinspice-prouvaire
Let Me Down Easy (art) by @blood-suits-and-tears
like the sky as it fills with light (fic) by @spearmintstardust
like the sky as it fills with light (art) by @schroedingers-draht
on a lonely, lonely, lonely road (fic) by Jehan
on a lonely, lonely, lonely road (art) by @plzdai
restoring the balance (fic) by @television-bodies
restoring the balance (art) by @granhairdo
The Shadows of Gomorrah (fic) by @thereisaplotsomewhere
The Shadows of Gomorrah (art) by @jules-of-the-sea
Did we miss something or mis-credit a work? Please DM a moderator or send us an ask, and we'll correct it. To all participants, please fill out the end-of-event form sent to you by @catstrophysics. A big final thank you to @cx-shhhh and @catstrophysics, our two event moderators! See you all next Bang!
The Take My Hand ExR Big Bang it's back again with this year's edition!
I'm so glad I got participate this time as a writer, since it gave me the chance to finally finish this idea that had been sitting on my WIP's for way too long.
Also, huge shout-out to @tollundmen who did the amazing art you'll find on the fic (you can also take a look at it here in their fabulous blog).
Now, without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to the X-Men inspired AU nobody but me asked for:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
My work for this yearâs ExR big bang by @takemyhandexr ! Had a great time participating! I was partnered with LittleHandGrenade & here is the work I was inspired by.
(This is completely ridiculous and makes no sense at all but I had a lot of fun writing it, so Iâm not even gonna try to pretend Iâm sorry).Â
Paul knows âhe knows, alright?â that he can be very demanding when it comes to his personal relationships. Heâs been told plenty of times, either by his wanker of a best friend, George, or by his boyfriend, John, whoâs opinion of said personality trait seems to shift depending on when and where and especially what Paul decides to be demanding about.
(Yes, heâs talking about their sex life. For someone who seems headset on going against everything heâs told out of mere spite against any sort of authority, John really likes to be ordered around in bed.)
But Paulâs digressing.
So yes, he knows heâs demanding and that one of the things he demands the most is attention. Which is, by the way, the thing heâs also not getting right now.
And it's all because of her.
Perched over Johnâs lap, with his calloused hands and long fingers wrapped around her curves, heâs caressing her with a gentleness any person would think it's impossible coming from normally harsh, abrasive John, and a soft hint of a smile plastered on the corners of his mouth.
Heâs so enthralled he hasnât even noticed Paulâs been standing in front of him for a good ten minutes even though heâs wearing the lilac button down that makes him look all soft and cuddly and hugs his body in all the right places, and that normally assures John wonât be able take his eyes off of him for the whole evening, but nowâŚÂ
Feeling his patience running thin he clears his throat loudly and finally John deems to look at him, even if he doesnât seem too pleased about having to tear his gaze away from his stupid new guitar to do so, the twat.
âWeâre getting dinner with Ringo and Mo, remember?â he asks, and if he sounds a little bratty, well, he likes to think heâs at least a little bit entitled to it âBut I can go alone if you want, to give you two a little bit more privacy.â
At that, Johnâs expression seems to perk up and his soft smile acquires a mocking edge that makes Paul immediately regret having opened his mouth.
âAww, Macca, are you jealous?â
âIâm leaving nowâ he replies, rolling his eyes scornfully. But John moves faster, setting the instrument aside on the other side of the couch before grabbing him by the hips. At first he tries to put on a fight and get away but itâs half hearted at best and in the end simply lets himself be guided to sit on the spot the guitar was taking on Johnâs lap a moment ago.
âWant me to strum you like I do with my guitar, is that it?â John asks, his fingers moving from where theyâre holding him to tickle Paulâs middle, making him squeal âSee what pretty little sounds I can get out of you?â
âYouâre so corny,â he tries to sound annoyed by the cheesiness of it all but canât help the laugh that surges from his lip at how ridiculously charming John can be even when heâs being absolutely ridiculous.Â
âSayâs the guy whoâs jealous of his boyfriend paying attention to an inanimate object,â itâs Johnâs retort, still sporting his shit-eating grin.Â
Paul only feels slightly bad for hitting him in the face with one of the cushions before pushing himself out of his grip .
(Kinda smuttish. Nothing graphic, but... just so you're warned (?).)
If Paul ever asks about it, John would say itâs the beer. Or the pills.
He would try and justify it with a flimsy excuse about how wired the mixture of them both makes him feel, a sensation that intensifies and becomes almost electric when he finds himself playing for hours straight in a warm room full of people dancing to their music (even if theyâre not exactly going there to see them, yet).
It's a start. The beginning of everything theyâve ever wanted, making a living out of music and putting their name in its history alongside the likes of Buddy Holly or Chuck Berry.
âJohnâ
(When he listens to Paul moan his name with his lips half-parted and his thighs tensed under his touch, with his fists opening and closing into thin air trying to grasp into the dingy wall John has gotten him backed into, attempting to hold onto something and put himself together, John thinks that alone would be enough to make him feel satisfied for a lifetime, history be damned.
He doesnât need a thousand birds screaming his name and passing out everytime he does as much as wiggle his little finger when, after John manages to make him come with his mouth or a touch of his hands, Paul looks at him hidden behind his long dark lashes and an expression on his face that can only be described as besotted.)
If Paul asks, John would say he has to get rid of all the pent-up energy one way or another once the show is done and the night is over. Since the owners of the club would probably not appreciate him trashing the place, he has to go on a different route and sure, he could take the easy way out and pay for it just like little George did that one time, but he has always liked to think of himself as someone who prefers to be creative â and not gonna lie, also a little bit of a wanker.
âOh fuck, John, IâmâŚâ
(He would never admit that yes, the hard-on he gets has half to do with the excitement of the performance but the other half is more related to the way Paul looks, bright eyed and all smiles, hair plastered against his forehead after playing for god knows how many hours in some poorly ventilated pub while dressed in leather.
It probably has a lot more to do with it, actually.
Because even with that naive look conceded to him by the naivety of his fifteen years and the big doe eyes, Paul has been a sort of vision ever since that very first day John saw him at the fete. There was definitely something quite rock nâ roll about him fiddling with his guitar while wearing that ridiculous white and silver jacket, and the even more ridiculously tight trousers.
But seeing him like this, right on his element, he even dares to think comparing him to Elvis might have been inaccurate. Elvis has nothing on him. )
Yes, if Paul only asked, John would have a choice of answers ready on the tip of his tongue to shut up that and any other further inquiries he could think about.
But Paul never asks.
Probably because he knows John is full of shit and would never give him a straight answer.
(Still, every now and then heâll catch Paul looking at him in a way he canât (or doesnât really want to) decipher, afraid of what he might find. And he dares to hope that the real reason why Paul never says anything about it and instead almost everytime after that first night manages to find his way into some lonely backstreet or poor lit corner, blowing off Peteâs invitations for another drink and avoiding Georgeâs questioning looks when he refuses to go back to their hotel with him, is because he already knows what the answer will be.
That he knows John wants him. And somehow, for some inexplicable reason, he wants John too.)
But just because Paul never asks about it, it doesnât mean he doesnât ask some other things.
âWell now, it would only be nice if I returned the favor, donât you think?â
One of my pieces for the ExR Take My Hand Big Bang 2022, to accompany @pumpkinspice-prouvaire âs amazing fanfic.
I had a lot of fun working on this piece and it was super difficult to pick one scene to illustrate because the fic really is *THAT* good, so go an read it!Â
With My Feelings On Fire (Guess I'm a Bad Liar) - pumpkins...
Two years ago I watched this really random video in my French class about a lady trying to live her best eco-friendly life and there was a scene where she got a chicken and brought her back to her apartment in her bicycle. For some reason, the first thing that came to my mind after watching that was Jehan riding their bicycle through the streets of Paris while running errands in the company of their pet chicken.
Et voilĂ , two years later I finally made the drawing, which I think tells you the most important things about me: My weird-ass memory, my commitment to my stupid ideas and the fact that I'm a huge procrastinator.
(I still have no name ideas for the chicken, suggestions are more than welcome since I probably would like to draw more of the adventures of Jehan and their pet chicken)
My piece(s) for the Les Mis Halloween Exchange 2019 for @sokora-ni-iru <3 Autumn palette inspired moodboards for Jehan and Feuilly! I also started writing two fics and a drawing (cuz I couldnât pick just one idea) but they were obviously too ambitious for the amount of time I had, (I might post them one of these days tho).
16, Flowers (Turns out Richie is the one who is slightly alergic to them).
(64717051 years later, this bish is back with her ugly fanarts. If you want me to draw something about any of the losers (either their tween versions or the adult ones) check this post and hit my messages with one of the numbers.)
I want to write a fic thatâs sorta inspired by the movie Enchanted: Prince Roger Taylor (who is well known around the kingdom for being a total player) fools around with the wrong warlock (Tim) and ends up being cursed and sent to a place where âhappy endings do not existâ (aka modern London city). The only way he can make it back to his kingdom is if he truly falls in love with someone and said person reciprocates his feelings.
Cut out to him meeting a trio of really weird college students who more or less believe his story and decide to help him get back home: the shy electric enginner John, flamboyand graphic designer Freddie and geeky but also frustratingly handsome astrophysicist Brian maybe falling in love might not be as complicated as Roger thought.
Anyway... would anyone be interested in reading it or...?
Can you believe it only took me like for-fucking-ever to do this? I had a couple of busy days, weeks, months, life honestly, trying to be an adult sucks, can I just like never graduate university and stay home drawing? Anyway⌠Hope youâre still somewhere around here anon, and that you like the drawing.
Iâve been trying using grayscale coloring lately, so this was just an excuse to keep experimenting, and tbh Iâm quite satisfied -also, the lineart wasnât as messy as ever so⌠Ten points for Ravenclaw for my effort?
I might take a while cuz thatâs just who I am as a person, but if you want me to draw your favorite pair of losers with an unsuspected style consistent art style? sorry, we donât know her then check this post and hit my ask with one of the numbers.
People think Bill is the one who kissed him first. After all, Bill has always been the bold one. They donât know it was Stan on a fresh autumn evening spent at the barrens when they were barely fifteen.
 It was scary, surprising, and everything he had ever wanted.
(Hope you like it anon <3 For everyone else, if you want me to draw something about your favorite pair of losers (whether it is your favorite ship or your brotp, check this post to see the prompts and hit my ask with your petition)
I started drawing this when the CareBear episode aired and then forgot abput it until a few weeks ago (and then I forgot to post it, because yes, my brain is that great at remembering stuff).
Say whatever you want to say but Adrien and Chloe are my #brotp, I love the whole rich kids that grew together and share parental issues (its a special kind of bond, okay?).
