No Gesture In The History Of Romance Has Ever Managed To Carry So Much Admiration, Devotion, Fondness,

Betrayal, watercolour, 2024

Drawing for my new Space au :) Ao3 When Two Worlds Collide

Now I'm not saying that JD Vance killed the Pope, per se. I just think his actions raise some questions, like for example: Did JD Vance kill the Pope?

Sunday Snippet

I have survived the last week and a half! (Somehow). And I come bearing a snippet from a now completed, slightly-longer-than-it-was-supposed-to-be 'experimental oneshot'. I just need to edit the mess offline mode made of my document, but hopefully I'll get to share it soon. (People following the progress of the childhood friends fic will also be pleased to know that I've been working on that too.)

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With intent, Felice chucked the cardigan she was holding in her hands at Nils. He squawked and lifted his arms to protect himself, spilling water everywhere in the process. “What the fuck was that for?” he cried, shaking his wet hair out of his face and laying the glass down on the table. “Fuck’s sake, Felice. I’m all wet now.”

“You asked Simon?” she demanded, rounding the table and sitting down in the armchair opposite them.

Nils wiped his hands on his t-shirt and sent her a scathing look. Very used to Nils, Felice just glared back at him until he sighed. “Yes. I asked Simon. So what?”

“So what?” Felice’s voice went shrill and Wille felt like he might be missing something.

“Yeah,” Nils said. “So what.”

“So,” Felice said, slowly and deliberately. “Simon is off limits.”

Nils scoffed and leant back into the sofa again. “Not any more, he’s not. He got rid of the dead weight didn’t he? Free as a bird. And therefore back on the table.”

“Nils,” Felice said, her tone warning. And then, for some reason, her eyes very pointedly moved to Wille and back to Nils. “That wasn’t why he was off limits.”

writing is hard but coming up with a cunty title and catchy summary will slay even god's strongest soldier

Help I totally forgot I made this one. So here it is!

This was my first ever animation, it’s really cool to see what I’ve improved on.

The quality is way lower than the original one, I’m assuming it’s too heavy for tumblr. But I can’t get it any clearer than this.

All the birthday photos of young royals (as in, literally) I've seen in my feed recently really made me think about the fact there's a series of portraits of Wilhelm, depicting how he was growing up. Then they'll have this gala photoshoot for his 18th birthday and it will be one of those moments when he will think about Erik a lot, because he still remembers the day Erik turned 18; it was so special and also cool, because he's an adult now, and Wilhelm at 13 years old thought it's so far far away for him, and "at least there will be less fuss about my birthday since I'm not the heir". Next moment he's 18, his brother is gone for almost two years now, and he, in fact, does not feel as a cool adult.

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Sometimes a writer that I really look up to comments on my fic, and every time it just feels like 'Omg, hi. So, hello. hihi, well, yeah. I will give you my first born child, and also omg hello.'