#collaboration work

[auveiss]

My submission for @iwag_furs conbook yay, this year theme is post apocalypse. Collaboration work with my hubby @dreanzwolf, this was really fun to work on ✨

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[berrychanx]

Mia Ikumi Collaborative Manga, Baying Shakedown - English Part 2 (FINAL)

Download HERE

Credits: Scanner - MissDream Blog

Cleaning, Translation, Typesetting - Berrychanx PART 1 HERE

[itousa-log]

I made a cute leaflet for HOWTOVENUS! I love the shop world 🌼🧵🎀🪡🌷 HOWTOVENUSのショップリーフレットを作りました！

Illustration, design, photos: me ᙏ̤̫

[his-pair-of-spare-glasses]

I completely missed uploading this here!! ;A;

A collab project between me and the absolutely wonderful @arounagein-art! We took our sweet time working on our pieces and it was such a relaxed working! Thank you so so much for your patience and your lovely art commitments <3 It was super great working with you!

We split the tasks and I was in charge of the sketch/ lines for the boys and the colour of the background. The other tasks I handed to my trustworthy partner in crime :3

And there is a second piece in this, so you should definitely check it out: https://arounagein-art.tumblr.com/post/188644879686/one-part-of-a-collaboration-between-spare-glasses

[arianaofimladris]

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

Chapter 13!

Travelling with Maglor is not easy.

[scribblessims]

Instant Messages In a Bottle, Part 0: Pen Pal Profile

Welcome to the Pen Pal Project! We are dedicated to fostering communication and connectivity between all people, using modern technology to create a sense of community. Please answer the following questions in detail, to ensure that we are best able to match you with your new correspondent or correspondents.

Name: Anya

Select your age bracket: Unsure

Profession: I am being kept by a house with yellow walls and a smug porch. It is a tidy house, and I do not believe it means me harm, even if there are poisonous mushrooms in the cellar. I did not choose to be here, but I came in through the attic door and the crater walls are high around me.

I believe the house is lonely.

How many pen pals are you interested in acquiring? One or two.

What qualities do you seek in a pen pal? If this works, I will have contacted a real, alive person. I would like some recipes. There is always food, but it is usually canned, and I don’t look too closely at the labels. There is no meaning in expiration when I don’t know the current date. I’m also looking for amusement. Many of the books are in languages I have never read. The house continues to close doors that should be open and open doors that should not be closed.

I have not yet decided if I should escape the house.

Do you have a desire to meet your pen pal face-to-face? I am almost certain that is impossible.

Please describe, in as much detail as possible, your reason for wanting to join the pen pal project:

The computer started working again, and this screen stares at me through a screaming whiteness even when I tear the power cord up by its roots. I have given in, just as I always have.

Before the house I was dying, which was painful and boring. It always is. At the end no one came to visit me, because they were afraid of disease. Or heartbreak. Or perhaps I was someone disposable, a styrofoam plate of a person. Nevertheless, I was alone. My bones were on fire and when the door came I was glad. I knew it would hurt, but in the end, when the doors come I always open them.

In this house I am a different person. Smaller, I think, not in size but in personness. I do not always have a history when I reach other side of the doors, memories to guide me, knowledge of what I must do. Sometimes my new past is a haze, a squirm of regret, a churning beneath my skin as I run. Sometimes I do not fit in my new skin, and sometimes I am almost able to forget I ever had another past.

When I do not forget, sometimes I disbelieve myself, and sometimes I am made to disbelieve. Most people do not take you seriously when you are anyone but who they think they see. If I get a pen pal, I hope they believe me. I have been a liar in other lives, but I change every time. When I go through a door, I stop – and start again. I am always myself, as much as I ever was, but I am never the same again. A different person with the same long string of thoughts, stretching back, and back, through a thousand bodies and a thousand doors.

Well, I say a thousand. I haven’t counted them. A number too large to hold in your hands isn’t real. A person you cannot see may also not be real, but I prefer to think that they are. If no one is on the other end of the screaming whiteness, it is a little lonelier in the house. If I send this out and no one replies, perhaps there is nothing on the far side of the crater walls and the universe vanishes in a thunderclap of nothing, of no dark, no silence, no emptiness. Even so, I cannot help imagining it as a cold, dark, quiet nothing. I cannot deal with an absence even of absence, and I think the same would be true of other humans, assuming that in this life they are real.

Messages in a bottle are supposed to start with the words “if you are reading this.” At least, I think they are, somewhere. It’s hard to tell, because, as I said, most of the books are in languages I don’t know, and the internet doesn’t really work. If you are reading this, please tell me: do you know who you were before you were yourself? Do you think that there are other people and that they are real? Do you believe any of this is true? Do you know any recipes for canned milk and pickled crab that serve one? I also have potatoes, worchestershire sauce, and a colander.

Anything else? If there is a door calling for you, do not go in.

I’m putting Instant Messages In A Bottle up again: photobucket initially took my photos, but since @firewritten is putting up her half I thought it would be best if you could actually read mine. ;)

[linaofthemyscira]

Real Life Encounters Part 3

Pairing: MMA!Jason Todd/Torres x (fem!)Reader

Prompt: what if you met a real life Jason Todd? Amazing right? Here’s how it would go…

Warnings: SMUT SIN SMUTTY SIN SIN SIN SIN YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

A/N Hey, guys! It’s me, Artza, a.k.a. dc-hoe. Some of you may know me as your Smut Queen, Smut Empress, or Smut Goddess, what ever you like to call me. I just wanted to say that I feel honored collaborating with Lina and I hope you guys really like this story because I fucking love it. Anyways, for those of you who don’t know me, you should know in advance that my smuts tend to be really hot and sinful. I’ve written things that shook people to the core, things that’ll make you think about my smut even days after reading. But don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you guys…..well..maybe!

(Side note, THANK YOU ARTZA SO MUCH FOR THIS! Collaborating with you was amazing and I hope we can collab again :))))

Enjoy! 😉 ~

(all under the cut)

You and Jason soon began developing a relationship after the date. It was all magical, almost like something straight out of a book - well, more like a comic. Who knew you would actually end up dating the real life Jason Todd? The dates, the playful banters, the late night conversations about the future and life, everything felt extraordinary. You finally found a guy that made your life less boring.

The sex with this man though, my gosh you just couldn’t get enough. The way he keeps you on edge with just the flick of his hot tongue, they way he grips your hips as you wrap your legs around his waist, and the way he could turn from a caring gentleman to a rough sexy beast in just a few seconds. Oh God, the things he can do to you, with just one simple touch and he’s already down your throat.

It all started after he won another fight. The crowd was cheering as confetti filled the arena. You ran into the ring with Jason’s family. After they all congratulated him, you placed your hands on his sweaty shoulders, surprising him with a kiss. Jason soon brought you in closer, deepening the kiss. The crowd went wild when they saw you and The Red Hood together and some girls even gave you the stink eye, but you couldn’t care less, Jason Torres is finally your boyfriend and you’re going to keep him all to yourself.

That night made you realize how much you wanted him and how much he wanted you. Dick threw a party for Jason’s victory at, of course, Bruce’s manor, soon after the fight. After an hour of socializing, you and Jason both snuck away to his room, the kiss back at the ring wasn’t enough for the both of you and you were desperate for his touch again.

Jason pushed you down onto his bed and dove into the crook of your neck, sucking and nibbling your sweet spot as he frantically took off your clothes. You moaned, grinding your now naked hips into his, feeling his hard length through his jeans.

He sat back up and swiftly took off his shirt, tossing it somewhere on the floor and unzipped his pants as he gazed into your (e/c) eyes. His body was covered in scars and bruises, adding more to his bad boy demeanor. He looked down at your arousal and smirked, “Damn, baby, you’re soaked.”

“Jason,” you whimpered, lifting up your hips, “Please.”

The animalistic lust darkened his blue eyes, he licked his lips and pulled his pants down, leaving just his boxers on. He pinned your wrists above your head, rubbing his hard cock onto your wetness as the both of you slowly began to lose control. Jason groaned, letting go of your wrists, pulling back from your pussy and quickly took off his boxers.

You moaned at the sight of his thick cock, whimpering when he didn’t slip it inside you. He knelt down, face hovering above your wet pussy as he pumped his cock. You gasped when Jason slipped two fingers between your soaked lips and stretched them apart. He gave you one hard, long lick from your entrance all the way up to your clit and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. He moaned, repeating the same action multiple times after hearing you cry out his name, making him growl into your pussy.

Jason slowly started licking your slit, gradually increasing the pace as he pinched your clit. Your legs shuddered, you gripped the sheets, arching your back and let out a loud moan, “Oh, fuck!”

Jason smirked and started fucking your entrance with his tongue, feeling amused as you walls spasmed around his hot muscle. You shrieked, lurching your hips upward as he devoured your juices. He had to push your hips down, holding them in place with his arm as he kept pumping his cock with his hand.

Jason’s room filled with the sound of him lapping your wetness, your moans, and your gasps. Before you could cream into his mouth, he pulled back from your aching pussy, hovering above you and gave you a long sensual kiss. You cried into his mouth, tasting yourself as he rubbed your clit in circles. Jason moaned and pulled back, leaving you breathless as he took a few steps back from the bed, “On your knees.” He ordered.

You shivered with delight, loving how demanding he sounds. You quickly got off his bed and kneeled down to the floor, opening your watering mouth for his engorged cock. Jason groaned as he eased himself into your mouth, he cursed when you swirled your tongue under his cock, “Fuck!” He weaved his fingers into your (h/c) hair, gripping it into his fist and dragged his length out of your mouth before pushing himself further down your throat, “Mmm, you have such a sexy little mouth sweetheart.”

You moaned in response, sucking him off harder as he kept fucking your throat. You ran your hand up his thigh, running your other hand over his sweaty hard abs. Jason slammed his length down your throat, you choked around his cock but that didn’t stop you from looking up at his blue eyes.

“Fuck, your throat feels so good,” he hissed, “I can’t wait to fuck that tight little pussy of yours.”

You whimpered, feeling hot pleasure shoot all over your body. You massaged his balls, using your other hand to massage and pinch your breasts. Jason snapped his cock into your mouth a few more time before ordering you back on the bed, “Spread your leg wide open for me again.” He was so close but he needed to feel you wrap around him before releasing.

You did what you were told and opened your legs for him. Jason pumped his silkened cock, leaning down and spat on your swollen pussy. You bit back a moan as he slapped your arousal with his cock. Oh God, you couldn’t help it. You gasped, feeling him stretch your walls with his length. He didn’t hold back, you shrieked as he thrusts into your pussy hard, “Ah! Jason, you’re so big!”

He grunted, slamming his hips into yours, throwing his head back in pleasure as he rubbed your clit in circles, “Mmm, fuck!” He gasped.

Fire pooled inside your core, your walls clenched around his length, earning yourself another gasp from your boyfriend, “Harder.” you begged.

Jason leaned down, fucking you as hard as he can. He carried his weight with his arms, pressing his forehead against yours as he stared into your pleading eyes. You ran your hands up his back, feeling his muscles ripple as you scratched back down. You wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him in closer.

Jason licked your bottom lip before plunging his tongue into your mouth. You can still taste yourself from before as your tongues rolled over each other. The both of you started feeling the pressure building up. Jason buried his cock all the way inside you. You felt him throb, moaning as he fucked you faster and faster. You cried into his mouth as the explosions of sizzling pleasure shocked your core. You cummed around his cock, moaning with Jason as he released jets of his cream, hitting your g-spot.

You and Jason, him still inside you, kept kissing each other for the next few minutes. He stroked your cheek, rubbing tiny circles around your waist. He then finally collapsed next to you, bringing you in closer into his chest as you both panted for air.

After finally calming down from your high, you started tracing his scars. You felt him shiver under your touch, “What’s wrong?” You whispered, voice raspy from deep throating him.

“It’s nothing,” he sighed, “That’s just a recent scar.” You hummed, moving over to the other scars scattered across his chest. You never knew why scars were so attractive, probably because they all tell a story. You wanted to ask him about them but decided now’s not the best time.

“Why do you fight?” You ended up asking.

He chuckled, “You’re asking me this now?”

“Just answer the question.” You giggled.

He took a moment to answer, “I fight because….I don’t know I just love the thrill of it. At first though, I wanted to prove something.”

“Prove what?”

He gulped, “To prove how strong I am to Bruce.” You looked up at him, eyebrows knitting together, “Jay, you don’t have to prove anything.”

“Yeah but -”

“No,” you snapped, “you listen to me, you don’t have to prove anything to anyone, especially Bruce, I know he already knows how strong you are, you’re undefeated, Jason. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met.”

His blue eyes lit up, his face grew into an adorable smile, “Really?”

You laughed, “Yes, really.”

He kissed your forehead, “Thank you, mi amor.”

And with that, you two drifted into a deep sleep.

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