Jan 20, 2025
This kind of QiJiu fic is so special to me, ITS FUNNY AS HEELLLL
from https://archiveofourown.org/works/62298721?view_adult=true
When Is A Monster Not A Monster? by ParueCake (MiraEyeteeth) in AO3
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This kind of QiJiu fic is so special to me, ITS FUNNY AS HEELLLL
from https://archiveofourown.org/works/62298721?view_adult=true
When Is A Monster Not A Monster? by ParueCake (MiraEyeteeth) in AO3
I had a plan for a much more fun first piece for the new story I'm writing (BC it clogged my writing juices so bad I had to get it out), BUT I was struck down by a real bad migraine out of blue, so I only had time/energy left for these quickish intro doodles for it. (I've already written up to chapter 3, I might post the first chapter tomorrow; I just need to re-check everything over if I'm happy with it)
Finally contributing to the tradition of hiding Ethan's face
South Park doodles!! Inspired by @purplepeptobismol Style Fanfic!!! You guys should totally read it !!!♥️
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
More random Eurovision shit with the Von Karma sibs.
The German song is about blood and glitter. The lead singer is wearing six-inch platforms and a skin-tight red latex suit. He looks like an end-game boss from Final Fantasy. It's pretty good. When it starts, Franziska leaps from the couch, waving a little German flag and singing passionately along. Even Edgeworth sings the chorus, although when he sees Phoenix grinning at him he looks away pointedly. When the song ends, Franziska drops back on to the couch dramatically. "This is the year, Miles Edgeworth. I can feel it." Edgeworth sighs. "Don't." "What do you mean, don't?" "You do this every year—" "I simply feel that this year we will get the recognition we deserve—" "We are not going to win, Franziska. Germany doesn't win." "Fool! Have you forgotten already? 'Satellite' was only thirteen years ago—" "And 'Ein bißchen Frieden' was twenty-eight years before that. Two wins is nothing to crow about—" "But look at the song! Look at the band! The passion, the fire—" "Germany. Is. Always. Last—" Phoenix and Maya cower behind the chip bowl, where it's safe. Maya whispers to him: "Are they having fun?" "I can't tell? Maybe?" "Are we having fun?" Phoenix shrugs. "All I had on for today was Splatoon."
Felt like doodling a Del today. A doodle for a drabble that was fanfiction of someone else’s fanart 😅
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
thinking abt To Take Heart by @sword-and-stars
Sledding
Sledding isn’t quite how Kaidan imagined Shepard finally embracing weather.
His mistake. A raging snowstorm, a giant hill with an incline so steep Kaidan’s afraid to measure it, a piece of shit sled they have no business actually trying to use, and no combat armor? How did he not see that coming?
Easy. He got too swept up in the idea of Shepard taking him out “somewhere romantic” in the snow to think it through.
Their ideas of romantic don’t always align.
Which is why Shepard is eagerly settling his weight on a rickety sled while Kaidan runs scenarios on all the ways they’re probably about to die.
There are many. This is a terrible idea.
“Sam, this is a terrible idea.”
“Nah. It’s gonna be great.”
Kaidan’s boots sink deep into the snow on either side of the sled as he sits down behind Shepard, wrapping his arms firmly around his waist. A headwind blows the still-falling snow right into their faces, so he ducks his head and uses Shepard’s broad shoulders as a shield.
“You realize this sled is about thirty years old, and it’s been about that long since I used it.”
“And just like you, I’m sure it gets better with age.”
Kaidan snorts. “This will end in disaster.”
Shepard chuckles, and swirls a finger in the gravity well. “You worry too much.”
Kaidan’s nerves hum as a soft shimmer of blue aura sends snow spiraling in eddies.
“...What are you doing?”
“Making it exciting.”
“Sam.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t you dare.”
“But it’s gonna be so fun.”
“No.”
“You were the one who wanted me to embrace living in a climate.”
“This is embracing?”
“Yup.”
“You’re doing it wrong.”
“Shut up and hang on, Kaidan. It’s gonna be just like the Mako.”
“Oh, fu—”
Shepard pushes off with his feet and sends the sled careening down the hill, a trail of dark energy glittering behind them like a shooting star.
“Honestly? This is my idea of heaven,” I say, and he finally looks at me. “My favourite video game, my favourite food and my favourite lager, all rolled up with some great company? What’s not to like?“ -A scene from @missannaraven ’s "Life Could Be ADream”
I love adorable dorks, and if you do too go check out her fic! You won’t regret it. I promise!