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Happy Wednesday! A few big updates today!

Update #1: I finished Notting Hill 🎉 I posted four chapters back-to-back and now it's all out there for you to read! Epilogue and all!

Update #2: I'm nearly finished with my @you-remind-me-of-the-babe's Depth of Reason rebind! I finished the covers and now all I have to do are the finishing touches! But here's a sneak peek:

Update #3: THE BIG UPDATE

I alluded to some big secret potential opportunity that I was being very chill and cool about last week. Well it happened! It's happening!

I'm working with author Alexandra Rowland on their Kickstarter for their new book, Wisdom of Emperors!

More below the cut:

Hey friends, it's been a while. Many thanks to @tragediegh, @artsyunderstudy and @monbons for their recent tags. Its always wonderful seeing what you've been working on (and getting to be feral about it in the hashtags). I'm excited to finally reciprocate with a Crowman update!

🪽Winged Wardrobe Wednesday🪽

There comes a time in every cursed Crowman's life where he must ask himself 'wtf do I wear now I have wings?' Unfortunately, being the artist who created this problem, I have to come up with the answers.

So for the last few weeks I've been giving my Crowman the paper doll treatment, and now it's time to share the results with you (under the cut).

Ooh this one is angsty. It's basically Runaan struggling to keep food down after a week of starving himself and another week on the run not eating well. Ethari has helped his husband recover from many a mission, but for the first time in his marriage, he doesn't feel equipped to handle Runaan's injuries.

From my fic notes: "Runaan isn't used to eating real food when he returns home. Between his self-starvation, weeks on the road, and being imprisoned twice (thrice, counting the coin), his stomach needs to be treated gently."

Honestly, I want to drop the whole fic (what I have of it), so I'm just going to do that. Here it is! [link] Enjoy!

And a little teaser 😉

Ethari strips down to his crop top and trousers before moving to join Runaan, so he can better help him without soaking all of his clothes.

Runaan cracks an eye open, the corner of his lip twitching.

"Don't stop on my account."

Blushing, Ethari throws off the last of his clothing and joins Runaan in the shower.

"Happy?"

"Mmm. Very." Runaan drags half-lidded eyes down Ethari's body, following the deep flush back up to grin at him. Then his smile falters. "I don't want you to get the wrong idea—I'm not... exactly in the physical—or emotional—state to have sex..."

"Neither am I," Ethari admits. "Emotionally, that is. And Runaan, I never expect you to do anything you're not ready for. You were just sick in our daughter's bathroom, for Moon's sake."

hey everyone. hi. it's been awhile since I've posted one of these. I've been pretty quiet in general these past few months. some of that is because I've been working much more on original fiction. I've been reading a lot of novels and poetry. pursuing beauty to its lair, in the words of arundhati roy.

but today I have something to share with you all.

@monbons has shared little previews of the project we've been working on together for almost a full year. now I finally get to join the party.

here is the tiniest of snippets from our collab AU, i do not regret you, coming to you this november for carry on countdown. the fic is about queer love and trans joy. which, honestly, feels like a small act of resistance right now. it's also a lot of fun, and we can't wait to share it with you. ✌️

@dazed Niall Connelly smashes back onto the music scene with a hot debut single and his new band Mixed Metals

Sunday Sketches (or Something)

Thanks to @prettygoododds, @monbons, @j-trow-95, @artsyunderstudy, and @blackberrysummers for the tags, today! And thanks also to everyone who's kept tagging me while I'm having a difficult time keeping a steady presence on Tumblr. It means so much to me to still be included. <3 I'm never going to catch up, but being able to dip in and out when I can helps a lot!

Looking to my immediate future, I have number of projects ahead! I'm hoping to do more illustrations for @leithillustration's Snow on Ice fic (because I adore it, and I adore skating snowbaz), and then there's @carryonthroughtheages on the horizon, too. (That's happening October 19-25th, and you should totally join in.)

It's been a weird year. Believe it or not, I've actually been drawing throughout all of it. But for one reason or another, haven't been able to post any of it. UNTIL YESTERDAY! And TODAY! Woot!

YES! In case you missed it, Miri ( @bookishbroadwayandblind ) and I finally(!) posted Chapter One of our COBB project, As Long As You're Mine. My first illustration for the story features Agatha, or rather, "Agatha the Well-Beloved." (Did I mention this is a Wicked AU?) It's my first time digging into an Agatha portrait, and I love it. Designing her dress-- something that combined "Agatha" with "Glinda"-- was so much fun. (Big thanks to @best--dress for being my go-to source for Agatha-info!) So yeah, this is another ongoing project I'm looking forward to!

I also did a sketch for the banner graphic. And while I drew it specifically for the banner, I like it enough it might get developed further down the road for a certain scene. We'll see. XD My goal was to do a version of the Broadway poster for Wicked in my own style, but *as usual* I took it in another direction. (If Baz is whispering something to Simon that's making him smile, you can't convince me there wouldn't be a caress in there, too. I mean. If he can get away with it.)

Anyway, here's the sketch, in case you want a better look!

I also did a separate Personal Update post here, because I didn't want to attach it to the art for Reasons.

Tags under the cut!

WIP WEDNESDAY

Posted, as is tradition, on Thursday in Australia because I’m terrible but @rbkzz cracked the whip to post my WIP.

So, sneak peak from Ch 19 of On The Rocks:

I fumble with my phone, dialling his number with my heart in my throat.

It doesn’t even ring. Just straight to voicemail - his dulcet, resonant voice saying “You have reached Basilton Grimm-Pitch. Please leave a concise message.” His precise, RP becomes clipped and forceful on the word ‘concise’ and if I weren’t so terrified I’d laugh at the grumpy git.

Instead I immediately, stupidly, re-dial. And then again. And again. Ten more times. (I remember some probably bollocks Einstein quote about insanity being doing the same shit over and over and expecting different outcomes, and it’s not lost on me that I’m literally in the fucking nut house doing exactly that.)

Thanks for the tag @bachusekart, @bookishbroadwayandblind, @blackberrysummers, @prettygoododds, @monbons, & @artsyunderstudy

(I’m so sorry snowbaz friends) I’m still deep in magical-girl-Eddie fic which I just started posting … hoping to finish soon because this damn thing won’t leave my mind and I need to get to novel editing like … yesterday. But inspiration flows where it flows, ya know?

Here’s some silly “morning-after” shenanigans:

Shannon rolls her eyes as she finally deems a pair of his jeans decent enough to throw on. Then, she huffs at how they hang off her.

Eddie crosses his arms over his chest, suddenly self-conscious of his hippy figure. “Why don’t you just wear your dress from yesterday?”

“I can’t exactly climb out your window in a dress.”

“What does that mean?”

Then, Chris starts knocking on Eddie’s door. “Dad! What are you doing in there?”

“Yeah, Shan,” he hisses. “What are we doing in here?” In a louder voice, he answers his son: “Sorry, mijo! Wardrobe issues.”

“Are all of your pants too small again?”

Even hanging half out of Eddie’s window, one leg draped over the sill, Eddie’s oversized LAFD workout shirt falling off one of Shannon’s shoulders, she manages to snort at Chris’s question.

“Hey, you’re climbing out of my window like a rebellious teen trying to hide from your son,” Eddie reminds her. “So maybe less judgement about my fat ass.”

“It really is fat,” Shannon says before sliding into his backyard and running out of sight.

Eddie’s fairly certain that, in this rare case, he’s allowed to say this. But he whispers it just to be safe. “Bitch.”

Shannon and Eddie’s friendship in this fic gives me life. They are trying so hard! Also pour one out for my man Buck, who has to deal with a sexy girl Eddie with an even fatter ass than normal who keeps flirting with him despite insisting she’s a married lesbian. He googled the patriarchy for her! That’s how you know it’s love.

On Penny and Shepard opening their relationship:

Simon: You're not worried he'll meet someone else, fall in love, and leave forever?

Penny: Of course not.

Penny: I've seen the way he looks at me. He's not going anywhere.

Penny: I mean, I'm worried he'll get grabbed by the fae. But that's a separate issue.

Tags and hellos under the cut!