#picfic

[gn1450]

You're My Sunshine - part 3 and 4

Just a doodle songfic about B's POV of batfamily

Part 3 and 4 - Babs joining in and Dick fired

Slow progress but still ongoing. I usually only have time to do this while I commute so sorry for the messy lines.

[thepriceisrizzoli]

Maura takes a pause at the delightful sight of Jane looking at home in her kitchen.

“Well, good morning.”

“Good morning,” she smiles, sheepish at the scratchiness of her voice at this late hour. “You made breakfast.”

Yes, Jane did - in fact, she woke up extra early to make Maura breakfast, which she’s been planning to do since before anything even happened last night. Only, Maura didn’t get up early like she always does - in fact, she way overslept. Jane’s been just standing around for an hour, rehearsing being casually found there, ready to pretend to be putting the finishing touches on a perfectly-timed breakfast, and not secretly reheating one that’s been sitting cold.

They smile at each other a little shyly. There’s a sweet kind of awkwardness hanging in the kitchen, a carryover from the night before, and Jane savors it.

“You look cute in your robe. You don’t have to cinch it up that tight, though. I know what’s in there now.”

“Right,” Maura blushes.

[themalacoda]

An AU drabble, as a treat.

The tower was vibrating wildly in the deepest parts of his brain but he just couldn’t understand what it wanted. He was terribly out of practice at gleaning meaning from what were, in effect, blots of ink across the pages of his mind. The constant pressure would only give him a headache, certainly not a sudden burst of arcane knowledge.

A headache was the last thing he needed right now: he had been pulled through the Rift and the person responsible was speaking to him. The Crystal Exarch, she called herself; a small hooded figure in complicated robes with an arm of blue crystal and an air of mystery. 

He needed to focus on her words, but the tower would not stop reverberating between his ears. For nearly two years the tower had asked nothing of him, its only desire having been satisfied when the doors were sealed. But now. Now… It needed him to know something, desperately. Something important about this place--something the Exarch was hiding. 

But it was akin to hearing an argument in another room--muffled thumps and shouting, completely indecipherable except for tone. The images it was showing him were no more helpful, like being ilms away from an impressionist painting; staring at brightly colored daubs on canvas and totally unable to perceive the larger image due to an incorrect perspective.

Frustrating, yes, but he would get to the heart of the matter sooner or later. He was not G’raha Tia, Student of Baldesion, Archon, Historian, Last Prince of Allag, and Substitute Warrior of Light for nothing. 

“Clever, eccentric, stubborn as an aurochs arse and twice as ugly,” as Krile was fond of saying.

He kneels as she finishes giving him a tour, filing away his irritation at the tower and himself for later examination, “My lady, I thank you for your hospitality and the opportunity to learn more of your people and this place… but I would beg a boon. If I may?”

The hood inclines in assent, but she remains silent.

“When you brought the tower to the First was there someone sealed inside? A woman, by the name of Stelmaria Meioh. We had been close…. before… and I have not seen her for two years.”

Two years.

Two years since he had last paid the tower any real heed, most of the intervening moons being spent in service to the Scions of the Seventh Dawn by gallivanting hither and thither across the whole of Hydaelyn. 

Two long years of liberating nations, striking decisive blows at empires, and felling gods with the sliver of power the tower allowed him to use even as it slept--a reasonable facsimile of the blessing of light. At least until the Mothercrystal had seen fit to bless him with the real thing a little more than a year past.

Two years since his lover, the Scion’s previous champion, had chosen to seal herself inside Syrcus Tower on his behalf. The very same tower that now stood at the center of this city: an alien city on an alien shard where the sun never sank below the horizon. 

Her sacrifice still pained him, partially because she had stolen an opportunity that was his by rights and partially because there had been an unspoken thread between them, an unexplored territory. When she left him, he decided that it should remain a mystery: he would allow no one else to come so close to unraveling the skein of his heart as she had.

The Exarch looks down at him from the shadows under her cowl, thinking, and the tower takes the opportunity to press on his mind again. He nearly clutches his head in pain, as he had done so long ago when both his eyes had become the red displayed by the bloodline of Allag, but he does not trust this woman enough to show such weakness. 

The searing in his skull reaches a crescendo when the stifling breeze shifts to carry her scent in his direction: along with the hot, dry air there is the unmistakable scent of orange blossoms, a hint of rosemary, and the suggestion of lavender. He feels completely untethered from reality, mind reeling even as the tower rejoices at his recognition and ceases tormenting him with its noise and pain. 

Stelmaria, do you think me a fool? What in Azeyma’s name are you playing at?

Finally, she opens her mouth to speak just as the inescapable certainty that the next words out of her will be a lie settle heavily in his gut like lead, “I am not familiar with that name. Is there something I should know?”

[misstinfoilhat]

I’m having so much fun with these t-shirt drawings! This time Kakashi and Obito were absolutely thrilled to model. This one will have a continuation (hopefully) tomorrow. Guess who wrote on the photo ^^

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

[sims4yurionice]

Sims 4 Story: Yuri!!! On Ice

Fanservice - Episode 1

A Fanfic in sims pic version! I’m sure its been done but I have a great little mini show for those who are craving the return of the skater bois. If you’re new to sims, please just enoy the fic! I try to keep them in character and as close to their design as possible. Also the building is Yuutopia :)

I was playing these two the other day and caught a peeper and had to take pictures. Then I narrated what I imaged would go down. More episodes to come. I hope you enjoy it!

Sims ID: Punpuncake

[wolfenm-marveling]

The Stucky Wedding: a Pic-Fic starring The Sims, Part 1

Ceremony Version “A”

In attendance  -front row: Clint, Natasha, Tony, Bruce/Hulk -back row: Scott Lang, Kate Bishop (daughter of Clintasha in this universe), Kid Loki -Thor is officiating.

Ceremony Version “B”

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

[bitacrytic]

Naughty Fox

“Deweeeek!” Stiles whined as his belly hit the ground for the millionth time when he tried to run away. “Lemme go alweady!”

“Your father said till night fall.”

“I want nuts.” 

“No more nuts, Stiles.”

“But I’m hungwy!” The little fox said, sitting on his hind legs and looking up at Derek with sad, large, pretty eyes as Derek rolled his and huffed.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“You can’t tell me what to do.” Stiles said, pulling his red hood over his eyes and looking as determined as he’d looked the last few times he’d tried to sneak away... as if Derek couldn’t see him.

“I’m your alpha.”

“You’re a wolf.”

“I’m your mate.”

“Not until I come of age.”

Derek couldn’t hide the shock that spread throughout his body. Playing the mate card had always worked with the tiny fox because Stiles wasn’t old enough to know what it meant... what it entailed. But it always seemed to work every time Derek was trying to get him to obey and the alpha bit wasn’t working. He could not believe someone had explained it to Stiles. 

“Erica!” Derek hissed.

“Stop hissing. I’m going to tell my daddy you hissed, Dewek.”

Derek stared down at the tiny ball of orange fur that was horribly hidden in the red hoody and frowned.

“You’re still not going anywhere.”

“Deweeeeek!” He whined again, crawling away, as Derek reached forward and pulled him back.

[pulvisetumbrasumusblog]

“I think I’m in love with you” you hear her say and suddenly you’re all too aware of how close you both are; the last remnants of laughter still lingering in her eyes and the breathlessness of her words, the scent of her perfume – something vanilla and soft and curling around your insides, seeping into your bones but you are loathe to step away. You are certain the busker and his guitar have retreated home and that you’ve missed your train but she just said she loved you and nothing else seems to matter. Because she loves you. Because she’s beautiful; all dazzling green eyes, Winter flushed cheeks and honey-coloured hair. And she loves you. "And I'm terrified." She says and looks down momentarily, "...not of what I feel" her eyes settle on your lips and you are certain, judging by your sudden breathlessness that it is possible for a heart to drop, the pounding in your ears becoming louder. "But that you might not-". You can't take it anymore so you kiss her, you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her closer. When the initial shock finally settles; you feel her body melt against yours and her gloved hands pull you closer, grabbing fistfuls of the only clean shirt you have left. The last train for the night whirrs by, bringing with it a gust of cold but even as you part from her; her hand slipping into yours and your name - "Jane"- quiet, reverent, loved leaving her lips you know the cold will never bother you again.