GREETINGS HADDOTIN NATION here's some art i did for my (smutty) fic which you can read here! these dudes have my brain in an absolute chokehold rn

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GREETINGS HADDOTIN NATION here's some art i did for my (smutty) fic which you can read here! these dudes have my brain in an absolute chokehold rn
i love the way u draw caitlyn - do u allow fanfictions inspired off ur works? w credits ofc
Yesssssssssss and I want to read! I did a collaboration with @polarexe on this fic where he wrote something off of my art and I drew something off of his writing about my art and it was utterly delightful and fun and I am dying to do it again
i made a fic in which peridot is left as the only one to take care of steven
shirt says im not the stepmom im the mom that stepped up
FF: You Like It, You Hate it, I’ll Take It
Trinity
wait lmao so u just want him to give u a gold star and a pat on the head
Whitaker
Uh, no.
i just want him to know I'm making progress.
(Or, a Hucklerobby workskin texting fic)
Tags: Dennis Whitaker/Micheal “Robby” Robinavitch, Trinity Santos & Dennis Whitaker, Minor/Background Relationships: Garsantos, Mohabbot,
The Pitt Ensemble, Texting fic, Social Media, Creator Style, Coworkers, Humor, Whitsantos bestieism, Pre-Relationship, Flirting
Complete: 2/10
https://archiveofourown.org/works/81249926
Updating this Norrussell fic at a glacial pace.
But I did update today! Read the full chapter here.
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“So have we got a bet, then?” Lando held his hand out, still smiling, but staring into George’s eyes so intently that George hesitated for a moment. Then he shrugged and offered a bland smile of his own.
“So what do I get when you don’t finish it by Monday?” George placed his hand in Lando’s. His hands were surprisingly big, and slightly calloused. The warmth from their handshake spread up George’s arm.
Lando pulled George closer and leaned in. The sharp scent of his cologne was like a vice around George’s chest. “Whatever you want,” Lando murmured, voice low, before releasing George and spinning around to face the work station.
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greetings good omens fic readers. have u ever wanted to read the bible without reading the bible
This episode hits like a Fuckinf freight train omfg-
my heart is officially broken- but I’m screaming over the fact Apollo gifted me prophecy for a fic I wrote 3 months ago
hi i'm new to your blog also new yuta stan
plz suggest best works u done
Hiiiii 👋👋 Welcome to this Yuta-centered blog and I hope you'll fall in love with Yuta more while reading the fics here. 😁
Best works? Honestly, I have small confidence in the fics I do (and moots always scold me about this) so I'll just base this question on the feedback given to the works.