#ofn2

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it’s OFN!! 

I’m very excited because I got to draw a companion piece for one of my favourite authors’ fic!! Please go read their road trip au if not for you

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[[you belong somewhere close to me]]

for @open-fic-night ! fic link above; please send this and the many other authors some love with comments and kudos :) 💕 

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Created for @open-fic-night 2019

I just found out about this little soirée of a fest yesterday, so I’m super happy that I had time to put together a piece for it! Thanks for letting me join in on the fun. 

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Patrick heard the jingle of the bell above the door and sighed. He looked down at himself, covered in black and white, oversized cashmere and figured he deserved this humiliation. It had never occurred to him that he would have needed to bring not one but two spare shirts to the motel the previous evening. He then chuckled at the memory of why his shirts had been ruined and wondered for the tenth time that morning where David had managed to find a turn of the century Absinthe fountain on a day’s notice. 

Resigned to his fate of being seen wearing David’s clothes in front of customers, Patrick shoved aside the curtain to the stock room and stepped out onto the floor. He then immediately spun on his heel and attempted to go straight back behind the curtain once more. 

“Not so fast!” 

Patrick put his hands on his hips and turned back ‘round to find Alexis and Stevie staring at him, wide-eyed, and smiling with too many teeth. They looked like a pair of shiny-haired sharks. Patrick pressed his lips together and braced himself. 

“Oooo, Patrick! You look . . . like a little toadstool! A baby fuzzy bean pod!” Alexis exclaimed, bangles jangling as she clapped her hands with joy. 

“Totally,” Stevie said, nodding. “That’s what I was thinking.” Her hair fell into her face as she dug in her bag for something.  

“Right!” Alexis slapped her on the arm. “So precious!” 

Stevie emerged from the depths of her messenger bag with her phone and she shamelessly aimed it at Patrick. He heard the sound of the click despite her suppressed laughter. “Precious. Yup.” 

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Patrick. Please tell me David has seen you in this?”

Patrick cleared his throat. “He. Uh, actually—” 

“Oh my god! He dressed you!” Alexis did a little hop on her heels. Stevie snapped another pic. 

“Could you not?” Patrick asked, gesturing to Stevie’s phone. 

She looked up at him, her face void of all emotion. “What? I wasn’t taking your photo.” 

Patrick sighed. Where the hell was David?

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OFN 2.0 IS HERE!!

Honoured to have been able to participate and create a companion piece for Falling Slowly, a frontier-era, arranged marriage AU. Please go show this lovely writer some love! ❤️

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Just your Rose Apothecary knitwear vendor dropping off another delivery of hats. 

(Alt caption: When you manage to snag tickets to the pop-up, you panic-knit the Stop Saying Lice hat, make a tag for it, and bring it halfway across the country as a prop. It’s a very cute hat when not being worn in the dumbest way possible.)

Pattern Yarn: Madelinetosh Tosh Vintage (Dirty Panther)

edit: my messages are always open to chat commissions too!

[open-fic-night]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Schitt's Creek Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Patrick Brewer/David Rose Characters: Patrick Brewer, David Rose, Marcy Brewer, Clint Brewer, Rachel (Schitt's Creek), Stevie Budd, Sebastien Raine, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Timey-Wimey, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, First Dates, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, The Brewers are Good Parents, Patrick has no clue what's going on, but he's trying his best Summary:

He *told* David that a joint bachelor party two days before the wedding was a bad idea, but even he underestimated Ted and Ray’s affinity for karaoke. It rivals David’s.

David.

Why does the thought of him make his heart squeeze? And not in a good way?

“You’re not up yet?”

He freezes, body tensing with an old defensive mechanism he hasn’t had to employ in far too long. He slowly blinks his eyes open, but the light coming in through the window momentarily blinds him.

“Rachel?”

Or, Patrick wakes up five years in the past. He reacts accordingly.

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Some cover art I did for an @open-fic-night fic! The author? You'll have to wait until Dec 28th to find out!

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/openficnight2/works/21798742

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

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Open Fic Night authors have just been revealed and I can now say that I had the pleasure of writing a fake dating AU for @olivebranchesandredwine. It was such a joy to have the permission — nay, the requirement — to write this god-tier trope. Thanks to all who commented during the anon period. It truly got me through a tough holiday season.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21735352/

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