Mostly Harmless

A comic about a vampire and a friend

Some stuff for the HankCon Reverse Big Bang (so for everybody looking at this, this is not connected to my other art, which is usually Father and Son Hank and Connor, this is Romancy Hank and Connor)

The wonderful @roomfullofcunts has written a fucking amazing fanfic as their part of the BB and I’m in tears https://archiveofourown.org/works/20482187

And here is all the other art and fic for this event :)

~X-Men: Dark Phoenix~

#SQUAD GOALS

@paperbagrosie

This is like a study in how many expressions three characters can cram into a frame. The last gif is the story an entire life lived in a moment. This gifset describes a heroic journey. Jonathan is briefly wildly excited by the statue’s feet before resigning himself to his fate. Ardeth’s instant transition from drama to annoyance when Rick lights a match on his beard is highly relatable. why did Rick stop the action just to strike a match on a friend’s rugged jaw. how fantastic are Ardeth’s robes. what are their faces doing in the last gif. is anyone in this film capable of doing anything at a normal level with any modicum of focus, or do they all stumble dramatically out of bed in the morning and pick a fight with the floor. Give me more disasters, that’s what I want. more relatable, distractible disasters. not a single one of them can focus on deadly dangers for more than a moment without being distracted by feet, jawlines, banter, books, swishing their clothes and grabbing each other. none of them can hold a torch properly.

Some plot bunnies here and here and here

Separate pictures here

big black doggo

Magneto!

Get the memo Charles!

Poor Erik 😂😂😂

@muchobsessedwithpretty06

Gif-set based on Cherik AU: Roads untraveled  

by @l-p-r-o-c-k

I had the immense pleasure to get a commision from the wonderful @varrix a few months ago. I wanted to write something for it, and I finally managed to get the time to do so. 300 little words to try and honor this beauty.

Your head rests against the rock, eyes closed, breaths even. Your clean-shaven jaws are pale, or maybe it’s the stark difference with the hair that circles your face. Lying on the ground, unconscious, you seem as beautiful as you were on that first day, soaked through and out of breath when we came out of the icy water and I was finally able to look at you.

But you don’t move, now. You don’t yell orders or talk to me or rub your arms through your drenched cardigan while your chattering teeth threaten to shatter, seeing how hard they slam against each other.

You don’t move.

You’ve overridden your power, trying, as always, to save the world. Your world. Humans and mutants. Me.

As always, you tried to make me see the world as you do. As always, you thought about me first.

But look at you, now. Hurt and defenseless. What would you do without me by your side? I told you already, we belong together, when will you see it?

Your brow creases when I gather you in my arms, but your body is as malleable as a doll’s, pliant against my torso. I feel your deep breaths against the naked skin of my neck, and what seems to be a sigh.

So long since the last time you were like this. That day in Cuba, twenty years ago…

How did we let such things happen, Charles? How could we let us being torn apart like this?

You’re too kind. I lack kindness. You’re too selfless. I care about you. Let’s find a permanent solution.

Later.

First I’ll bring you back home.