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sobbing so hard because I remember following handplates on that one comic dub YouTube channel but I've never actually seen the whole thing and now that I have I'm so happy to see all the things I missed

You know handplates and another comic called endertale and mobtale were the three comics that actually inspired me to start doing comics of my own. Which now that I'm older I hope to be posting my own undertale au, soon hopefully

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This isn’t saying you shouldn’t write bad or sad stories or anything, but from Gaster’s perspective as a character in those stories of course he’d want “happy” endings, haha.

But anyway, I kept telling you guys that when Handplates was over I would tell you. Well… here we are. After seven long years, here we are.

When I started I never thought I’d make it. To be honest, it doesn’t feel real to me at all. My brain still expects to do another page in about two weeks as it always does. I assume it’ll take a while to sink in. There’s a lot to say but this post is already incredibly long (sorry), so it’s probably suited to its own post.

But for all of you out there who read this story, whether you were there from the beginning or just came in now, thank you so much. And for all of you that were inspired by this comic, who created things for it, who blessed me with so many amazing gifts of art and fic and music and dubs and videos and so much more… I don’t know how to thank you enough. I never dreamed that an idle idea could have come this far or had such an impact on my life and so many people, but it did.

I kind of feel at a loss for words… again it’s very surreal. But I will say that Gaster wondering whether the kid is an actual human or not has an unintended level to it since my avatar is a fox but it’s TOO LATE NOW I GUESS lol.

( About how it’s a long, long, long journey that we’ve been on And it’s a long long long story that shall be told And it’s a long long day, and we’ve come a long long way But there’s still a long way to go

It’s a long long long way It’s a long long strong way It’s a long long long way Forward - [x] )

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This is so painfully accurate it hurts

Glad to know I'm not alone

Okay I have a fic brewing for today's @tamlinweek prompt biting/chest, but I don't actually know if it'll be ready to post to AO3 by the end of the day, so I figure I'd give a little snippet now!

This fic is Rhysand/Tamlin, past friends to enemies, present strangers to lovers. There's technically an age gap but Rhys worries about it way more than he actually needs to.

I promise my real post for it will be prettier than this haha. But anyways, the clip is below the cut if you'd like to see what's in store!

It’s maybe a little weird. Or a lot. Rhys can't really tell.

It's definitely a little weird that he's at a high school reunion for a class that he was never a student in, but Mor had asked until he relented, and he loves his cousin enough not to make a big deal about it. Plus, it's basically a form of community engagement. Good PR.

And it’s not like he wasn't curious.

(But Rhys supposes he knows what curiosity does to the cat.)

It probably is weird. He should just let it go. Pretend he didn’t even see that flash of pale hair, that once-familiar smile, the eyes that somehow still look green from afar in the dim throwback-to-homecoming lighting. Rhys knows that he’s become a little dry, distracted, and that people will start noticing, but he just can’t stop searching.

Looking for a trace of the boy he knew ten years ago in the man he sees now.

Tamlin looks practically unreal. His hair has gone from sandy, dirty blonde to vibrant, spun gold, practically platinum in some places. It cascades down past his shoulders, wavy and thick, holding none of the country club pretentiousness that his preppy little swoop had back in high school. His shy grin is the same, but the face it decorates is practically foreign. Angular and distinct, high-definition in human form.

When Rhys first met Tamlin, he’d looked like he was growing like a puppy. Linebacker shoulders that he didn’t seem to know how to grow into, a jawline hidden in lingering baby fat that he hadn’t yet grown out of. He’d always moved with a clear cautiousness, like he didn’t know what to do with his size, a kid piloting a teenage body. With the soft roundness of his face and the unsure gait he walked with, he'd almost appeared small despite his height.

Now, it seems like there’s not a part of him that hadn’t stopped growing since Rhys last saw him.

He fills out his sage green dress shirt like it was tailored to display his form in the most accurate way possible without the stitches ripping. He’s thicker than most average men, his chest curved, arms thick, and hell, even his legs show their definition through his light tan pants. He’s very clearly jacked.

It’s understated enough, though, that he doesn’t look crazy or roided out. Just very carefully crafted, like somewhere along the way, he’d turned himself to stone just to reshape his body into the cut he wanted.

His clean-shaven jaw is now entirely visible and perfectly sharp, not too severe. His cheeks have hollowed a bit as well, but not in a way that suggests cosmetic help. Broad shoulders now have the muscle to make up for it, his large hands finally matching the rest of his body, his strapping chest smoothly leading down to a slim waist, creating a figure that simply dominates among regular layfolk.

And he’s tall. Even taller than he’d been when Rhys graduated, towering over his company, easily clearing six feet.

He’s a man now. Practically a whole different person.

But it still feels so weird. That spark of attraction racing along Rhys’ veins, teasing the inside of his mouth, under his tongue.

If they were strangers, he wouldn’t think twice about it. It’s not that big of a difference.

But the fact is, they’re not strangers. They knew each other, once. When Rhys was already awaiting his acceptance letter from Brown, and Tamlin was fourteen.

how to be the ultimate tool of destruction

Pairing: Azriel/Eris Vanserra

Rating: M

Chapter Count: 1/3

Description: Even from the other end of Prythian, Eris Vanserra manages to unravel the careful tapestry of Azriel's stoic exterior one thred at a time. The Shadowsinger is no stranger to wrath, but the kind that the Lordling inspires is one that he just can't seem to get a grip on. He hates it. The loss of control, the thoughtlessness, the total dissociation. He doesn't want the rage or the blindness that it brings, but he just can't seem to help it when the First Son of Autumn is involved.

Especially not when a mating bond snaps between them.

But when Azriel's instincts are forced in a new direction, and his rage takes a different shape, he is confronted with truths and feelings that he'd previously thought impossible. Because, at the end of the day, Eris Vanserra is his mate.

And there is little that Azriel wouldn't do for the one tied to his soul.

hello hello! if you like azris and you'd like to see what i lovingly refer to as Angry Azzy, feel free to check out my most recent fic! you can access it on AO3 from the hyperlink above, or here. and let me know if you'd like to be on the taglist, or if you already are and i've tragically forgotten you, which is a very real possibility. i'll be sure to write you down and include you in future azris posts if you're interested! And if I tagged you and you didn't want to be tagged, don't be afraid to let me know and I'll take you off, no sweat

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just doing domestic, everyday things with steve :)

like going grocery shopping together, and running for a late-night, impromptu run for ice cream, or driving off somewhere private and just sitting in the car chatting and being lovey dovey, and going with him to get a haircut and he’s always grumpy after bc they cut it too short, and dropping the kids off somewhere and being like “do you wanna go to the drive in?” just randomly, or going for little walks together, or just sitting in each other’s rooms in comfortable silence.

like it’s so easy being with him. there’s no pressure to impress or entertain eachother and it’s casual and all so loving and i feel like you guys don’t say “i love you” so explicitly very often, but the love comes through in almost everything you do. holding the door open for eachother, or steve blocking sharp edges of the table so you don’t bump into them, or you constantly keeping a comb in your glovebox in case he needs it. there’s not a lot of pda when you’re together, but steve always goes for the casual arm around the shoulder and you like to wrap your arm in his to keep him close, maybe a chaste kiss on the temple in the car. just little things that add up and mean so much.

there’s lots of teasing and quippy remarks, but it’s so cute and fun bc you’re never serious. lots of silly bickering over movies or arguing over who gets to drive or who the kids like better (you always let steve win, ya know, so you don’t bruise his ego)

there’s not many pet names you call each other (i think they’re all kind of ironic, funny things- “farrah” or “loverboy” or something so sickeningly sweet like “honey bunches” or “cutie pie” as a joke) but i do think steve let’s “hon” or “honey” slip out every so often, as well as “baby” or “doll” but those in particular always makes you blush. he also has a habit of calling you “pretty girl” when ur alone in bed late at night together:’) i think you call him “honey” too but also “love” and “handsome” and he always gives you a smarmy look and a lovesick smile when you say it. if you say one casually or subconsciously, steve always smiles to himself that it’s like second nature to you. pet names aren’t a big thing for you guys bc you’re never too cheesy unless you’re doing it on purpose, but here and there (especially if one of you are drunk) it becomes a little habit.

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

Din was never sure what to expect in life anymore.  Jedi, alien babies he adopted and allowed to stay with said Jedi, being on the run, Imps, Pubs, and that was besides the normal unexpectedness that bounty hunting brought.  So a deeply encoded urgent message with coordinates and the message title “Sorgan” wasn’t enough to throw him off, but it did make him curious.  Very few people knew about that planet, and fewer still left, and of those only two knew that he had stayed there a while, and one was still nonverbal.

What could Cara possibly want?

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I watched Haywire last spring and my second thought* was "I have to write some Caradin shenanigans inspired by this!!" and I finally finished it.

*If you're curious my first thought was "This came out in 2011 I COULD'VE FIGURED OUT I WAS GAY 12 YEARS AGO?!?!?"