this is exactly how im going to announce that i’m pregnant
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@merm-aight, you are a sensation. I’ve loved our collaborations and our amazingly long series of emails, and the crazy-huge AU’s we make. Hugs from across the world - give ‘em hell, kid. xx abby
(PS: the pic is a link, just in case you didn’t notice…)
Thank you sooo much <3 I value your friendship so high. This is the awesomest gift 😘 May the future be filled with countless collaborations and amazingly vast and detailed AUs
I’m not obsessed with floating pens, you’re obsessed with floating pens 🍕
@littlexabyss as you can see I really liked Boy Witch
Anonymous asked:
Cullen singing any Nickelback song B-)
“Why is everyone booing me???”
littlexabyss
Oh Maker. @merm-aight!! It happened again!
It's destiny, LA. It's meant to be
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Any artists who want to collaborate/drawchat/iscribble sometimes? <3 non artists who want to stop by for a chat are welcome too, of course. Either way, if anyone's interested I'll post a link when I'm drawchatting. There will definitwly be dragon age goodness (and mermaids, so many mermaids...)
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Adoribull Sunday Prompt: Dorian has a flashback to the time he was abducted from his lovers bed at a crucial moment.
…I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore tbh.
Buried
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There was wakefulness first, absent of anything else.
There was a thinness to the air that hauled Dorian out of the comfortable blankness behind his eyelids. He groaned and felt his head swim at the effort of speaking, body reeling as though there were a bronto on his chest and a case of liquor in his blood. The oppressive black shroud of sleep held no sway to the absolute darkness he found when he opened his eyes, however, and the lack of any stimuli was odd indeed. No light nor movement. No sound but his own breathing and the slight creak to his leathers as he shifted.
Confusion was next.
That smell…he knew that smell. The heavy odor of damp earth with a hint of fresh-cut wood beneath, offset by the slightly stale scent of his own panting breaths. Beyond that? Nothing. He shifted through his thoughts, coherency flowing away from him like water through a sieve.
There! Angry men in the tavern when he’d gone down for a nightcap. There was an echo, a memory of words just before the darkness had swallowed him, before.
“He’s a necromancer right? Put him with his favorites. Keeps him the fuck away from the rest of us.”
Ooooh, this is... This is... Amazing <3
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WARNING: bloodplay
I was tagged by @merm-aight for @wham-splat-porn . Merm used the the prompt “We’ve got a vicious love / We mix our tears with blood / […] / We fight as hard as we love” from the song ‘Vicious Love’ by New Found Glory.
I now tag @dichotomous-dragon with the prompt ‘religious experience’. YAAAAY! The time is 12:53 NZST, Tuesday October 13
I feel as if I’ve sinned just by reading this. I love it <3
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Finally, I finished Whiteout and added @merm-aight‘s artwork to it! <3 I haven’t been feeling very creative writing-wise lately, so this feels like a big accomplishment today.
You are a hero and I love you <3 This is a great fic.
So if anyone wants to watch me freehand an iron bull with nipple piercings with shaky tools, head over to http://www.ratemydrawings.com, enter the Draw>DrawChat and come to the beginner room <3
artist:*conducts serious research for fic/art*
artist:*thoroughly cleans browser history*
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(Adjective) 1. Relating to a transitional or initial stage of a process. 2. Occupying a position at, or on both sides of, a boundary or threshold.
@shep-harder prompted with ‘liminal’ for @wham-splat-porn
I now tag @merm-aight (if that’s ok) with ‘sharp’ at 9:16pm (GMT+11) on the 11/10/15.
All okay, @maliwanhellfires! Thank you for, eh, switching with me! Let’s see what happens...
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When panic catches up to Dorian in an unfamiliar city, it seems rather a stretch to find a familiar face. And yet.
@sometrashland tagged me with the prompt “unsteady” for @wham-splat-porn
I now tag @merm-aight with the prompt “liminal” at 1:50 PST on 10/10/15.
Oh no! I registered as unavailable for today - I’m at a full day workshop! :( I have to pass it on to @maliwanhellfires using the same prompt “liminal” at 17:24 CEST 10/10/15
(Sorry for the delay in tagging a new person - I panicked and didn’t read the rules until now!)
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Ad: Will pretend to be your shitty boyfriend in exchange for a meal on Saturnalia
Halward knew he was being punished. Dorian had always had inclinations, but back in the day they’d always run along similar lines. Fashionable, trim, conventionally attractive…
Human.
His current friend was none of these, and that was how Halward knew Dorian was fucking with him. It was his own fault for not printing a separate invitation without a ‘plus one’ on it. Wait, no. Aquinea printed the invitations, so it was her mistake, not his.
“This is my friend The Iron Bull,” Dorian said, flicking his hand up to gesture at the frankly enormous man behind him.
He looked to be a good five, ten years older than Dorian, probably in his late twenties. He had scars, and an eye patch, and arms like steel girders, none of which were great, particularly, but they paled in comparison to the horns. The great, big, steer-like horns that sat on top of the man’s head.
Halward was staring. He couldn’t stop. When he finally had enough strength to drop his gaze he saw that the man was wearing crocs. Crocs.
“Lovely to meet you,” Halward said. “Iron Bull, was it?”
“The,” Both men said, in unison.
“I like having an article,” The Iron Bull said. “It depersonalizes me.”
“The Iron Bull sometimes works security,” Dorian said.
The Iron Bull smiled, and his canines were very, very big.
“Do come inside,” Halward said, waving them in.
“Very post-modern Orlesian,” The Iron Bull said, looking at the foyer.
“Yes,” Halward said.
“Quite fashionable fifteen years ago!” The Iron Bull said.
“Mmm,” Dorian replied. “It was.”
Dorian smiled at him, and butter wouldn’t have melted in his mouth. That was his son, though. His Magnum fucking Opus. Knew better than to bite the hand that fed him. He got somebody else to do it, instead.
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… Do you want more?
i don't know, do i need air to breathe? Hmm.
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So I’m about to crack 666 followers – it’s a bit early, but I thought I’d celebrate with a sketch of heavy metalIBull! [ or should I see HEAVY IRON ohohoho ] I used concept art Bull with hair and a full beard because his ‘head banging’ would be woefully incompletely without luscious sexy locks. wEEE!
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ROCK ON I CRACKED 666 FOLLOWERS awwww yiss
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@littlexabyss. @merm-aight, @dichotomous-dragon get over here right now and bask in the glory of this!!!!
please be gentle with my soul my poor fangirl heart can't take this
Once upon a blue moon, dear grimm-cj-reaper requested a Battle of the Bands AU… and so ages later, here it is. I gave it a touch of Scott Pilgrim universe. Oh.. and what a coincidence it is that I happened to wrap this up on the FenHawke week… I won’t be doing a comic like this for the next little while as my works are getting to the crunch time… ~ m ~
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*whispers* @merm-aight! Did you see this one?