Hey, guess what I finally finished (a month later like a slacker)!
I'm not happy with this, but to be fair I'm pretty much never happy with any art I finish.
For anyone who’s ever wondered who they’d be in a 19th century novel, the wait is over: I put together a 19th Century Character Trope Generator!
If you’d like to reblog, put your character in the tags because I’m curious.
Genteel Great-Aunt with a Dark Secret
Worldly Orphan with 10,000 pounds a year
Foreign Aristocrat in want of a Wife
Worldly bohemian with a dark secret
Headstrong Gentleman who is Secretly Wed
Simple country suitor with a dark secret
Eligible romantic who has fallen in love with a Duke
Byronic Widower Recently Returned from Abroad
Humble Tutor who is Prone to Conniptions
Humble Parson with Ulterior Motives
important ship tropes:
- fake dating
- SECRET dating
- being locked in a room or trapped in a small space
- huDDLING FOR WARMTH
- BEING ON THE BRINK OF ADMITTING THEIR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER BUT THEN GETTING INTERRUPTED
- finishing each other’s sentences, KNOWING WHAT THE OTHER IS ABOUT TO SAY
- tou chi NG!!!! FOr eheA DS!!!!!!11!!
- wearing each other’s clothes
- doing that thing where they accidentally get real close and, like, stare meaningfully at each other for a few seconds too long
- channeling the inner romcom and having an epiphany about how much they care about each other and RACING TO CONFESS THEIR LOVE
- fucking. Now or Never Kiss
- HEIGHT DIFFERENCES
- defending each other to scathing tertiary or otherwise minor characters but ONLY WHEN THE OTHER ISN’T AROUND
- reincarnation or time loop or OOOOH TIME TRAVEL SCENARIOS
- dramatically saving each other from certain death or barely surviving something that almost makes the other break down and just smirking wearily and mumbling flippant smartass remarks to HIDE THE DEPTH OF THEIR FEELINGS
- undercover as lovers, the classic
- ALMOST KISSING. like getting so close that they start to close their eyes and hold their breath and then SOMETHING HAPPENS and they jump apart, that is MORE VALUABLE THAN ANY ACTUAL KISSING
- casually sitting on each other’s laps during ensemble cast conversations or scenes
- did i mention F AKE DATinG
Happy Friday!
I see your floof, and I raise you...
YOU WIN
*slowly slides photo* hmm, my John Watson AKA 'Johnjohn'
YOUR CAT IS SLEEPY AND FABULOUS
What about a baby fluff?
YES BABY FLUFF THIS MAKES ME WANT TO CRY WITH JOY
Fluff twist with yarn?
Sleepy college football fan fluff
Reader: “Oh my God! I can’t wait to see what happens next!”
Me, the author, who has been winging this plot since chapter one:
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Do as Neil says, not as I do…
WIP! Will color this soon, maybe this week if I find time.
I'm having a lot of fun drawing these two in my style lately. Keep thinking I'll draw other MASH characters, but... these two are shiny.
So, I did this doodle of Trapper for practice, then did this doodle of Hawkeye for the same and it ended up looking unintentionally super homoerotic -- so I went with it.
Good Omens + Pornhub
the hill on which i will not budge: the apocalypse, the spawning of the antichrist, the great war, and the whole ineffable plan was just god playing the long game so she could get crowley and aziraphale together after 6000 years of faffing.
see originally this was just written as pure nonsense, but i’ve thought about it now and am very definitely picturing good omens’ god as one of those fic writers using all the tropes to devise wonderful and impossible scenarios to get her ship together
only it never works because of that whole pesky free will malarkey
hotel receptionist: mister crowley, mister aziraphale, there appears to have been an error with your booking. you’ve somehow been booked into the same room - and there’s only one bed.
god: oh no
god: only one bed
god: what will they do?
god: hee hee hee
aziraphale: not to worry old boy, you take the bed while I read all night in the hotel lounge so as not to make you feel uncomfortable. angels don’t need sleep anyway, you know.
god:…for the love of me.
Hawkeye's daughter!
Yep. I absolutely did a character sketch for a character that does not even technically exsist yet because in the 264 words I actually wrote to this fic she is still a fetus. Nevermind that I have 11k of plot points which make it up to her being 24, that doesn't count.
Still getting way ahead of myself.
Oh well, OCs are fun to draw.
Alan Alda.
Fics tagged ‘Post-Apocalypse’ in most fandoms: bleak, buildings in ruin, sometimes zombies, fight for survival, nuclear wastelands, resource scarcity, roving gangs
Fics tagged ‘Post-Apocalypse’ in Good Omens fandom: THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED IN CROWLEY’S FLAT ♥♥♥♥♥
“Why, Sam has never gone back to a fandom he stopped writing for. It would take a miracle to-“
FFFUUUUUUUUUU
(It’ll be a while before the full thing is posted but I’m so delighted with this little bit I had to share it.)
“Delightful,” Aziraphale breathed, in the same tone of voice he might use to describe a good meal. He reached for Crowley’s belt buckle and Crowley had to immediately put a hand on his to stop him, wincing.
“Those don’t come off,” he said.
Aziraphale blinked at him. “I beg your pardon.”
“Well, I mean. Obviously the trousers come off, they will, but you can’t take them off.” Crowley sighed. “They’re too tight. You’ve got to…”
“Crowley,” Aziraphale said, looking appalled. “Do you magic your trousers on in the morning?”
“Isn’t it nice after six thousand years we’re still learning new things about each other?” Crowley asked with a grin.
crowley, handing the books to aziraphale: little demonic miracle of my own, lift home?
frances mcdormand’s voice: that day aziraphale was amazed to discover that when crowley was offering to perform miracles for him, what he meant was ‘i love you’