#croik

[shibara]

Another pic for @croik somewhat set in the Entangled series universe. I've always really loved the King in Yellow as a character fromt eh Lovecraft mythos, but Malevolent, and these fics in particular elevated him to blorbo status.

[croik]

it's not even noon yet and I'm counting the hours til when I can go home and take my bra off.

[audram-fanfic-outta-context]

THE HUSBANDS ARE GETTING RINGS

OUGH

[felixcosm]

@croik replied to your post “Are the woe begong fans winning?”:

Oh no why are you losing

​So there's this guy called Eagle-

[bluejayblueskies]

I'm cackling over "tim no eyes oops" can you share some more information about that? XD

"tim no eyes oops" is a very silly name for an actually relatively serious fic set in season four! it's a tim-lives AU where jon has figured out how to quit the institute, gone to martin, gotten martin's refusal, and then gone to tim, who agrees to quit with him. i haven't written out the actual quitting bit, or the aftermath of it, just the conversation leading up to it, but i've written tim and jon as ever so slightly more agreeable towards one another (especially now with the circus gone and jon having been in a coma for six months) so i've planned for them to help one another with the process and the recovery, if only so they each have somebody to keep them from dying. i do eventually plan to finish it, but i have absolutely no idea when 😅

here's a little snippet!

Tim is quiet for a long moment. Just as Jon is going to take his eyes off the floor and make sure Tim didn’t leave the room while he wasn’t looking, Tim speaks, his words soft and more sincere than Jon has heard him in a long, long while. “It doesn’t have to be Martin, you know.” Jon blinks. “What?” Tim shrugs. “I know you’re in love with him—” “I—really, Tim—” “—and I know you want it to be him, but clearly that isn’t going to happen because he’s being a right idiot right now—” “Tim.” “—and I’m just. I’m trying to say that even if Martin won’t do it, you don’t have to be alone.” Tim looks away, arms crossing over his chest. “We could quit. Together. Romeo and Juliette style.” All Jon can think to say is, “I don’t believe you’ve got the plot of that play quite right.”

[beach-echo]

I miss The Evil Within, Ruvik and RuSeb so freaking much, so it’s time to read A Nail Through a Star from @croik all over again.

Oh, did I ever showed that I have a beautiful book version of this masterpiece?

Cover art is made by the incredible @delborovic

It was a gift from my best friend @mihashou a few years ago, because yeah, I was frankly obsessed with this fanfiction when it was still ongoing back there. I still am, tho.

[delborovic]

have you ever considered..... doing art for croik's 'give me my goddamn platinum' fic 👀👀💦

I may have considered anon, I may have.But shirtless men and saucy pinup cheesecake is the only stuff I ever post, if you may have noticed ;) so you wouldn’t see it even if I did! ･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*☆

[jeza-red]

croik replied to your post: OK GIVE ME BLOODBORNE PROMPT+CHARACTER

The Hunter introducing someone to the BOOM HAMMER!!!

OK this one imma do today, because idea struck me :D 

For all his ostentatiously pious ways and staunch belief in the doctrine of the Church, Alfred isn’t ashamed of the few deviations from the norm that his strict upbringing somehow didn’t manage to straighten out. The Hunter takes them all in stride, glad to see something akin to a spark of humanity in these little acts of personal rebellion that make his accidental friend into more than just another soulless zealot. 

“Grasp it firmly and be careful when you strike the spark, this part catches a bit.”

“I will.”

But none is as endearing as Alfred’s complete and unadulterated fascination with the Powderkegs. You’d think that for a man nearly welded at the palm to something as cumbersome as a Kirkhammer or as pompous a spiked wheel, he’d be more of a traditional kind. 

“Swing from the hip. It looks lighter than the Kirk, but it really is not. Spare your back.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

But no, explosions seem to hold some inherent charm to him - the bigger the better. 

Or maybe it’s the ‘hammer’ part that fascinates him so?

“It’s loud.” The Hunter warns. “And the recoil is immense.”

Alfred smiles at him like a freshly beatified saint, eyes shining with excitement, hands tight on the worn leather twisted around the crude iron handle. “I would’t expect anything less from a Powderkeg make.”

Well, thenr. The Hunter cautiously steps to the side and readies a blood vial. He has a feeling they will need a few before Alfred’s fascination is quenched.