Doodle dump! + recs

[aredblush]

I’ve been meaning to do it for months but I was distracted/was lazy/forgot, so here be all the silly doodles I’ve been sprinkling around the internet since September (the reason behind this is that I like having things all in one place and also because I am terrified of links dying on me D:). I may have shared links to these things before, so it’s likely you’ve already seen them all.

Anyway, things I made and abandoned somewhere on the internet:


Bb!Dragons I drew for sunsetmog’s delightful story To Err Is Human, To Arrrrgh Is Pirate. I love this story so much, you don’t even know <333 Brendon is a pirate and Spencer is his prisoner and they sail across the seas and there is pining and chosing what is right and love and bb!dragons and I’m not going to tell you anything else because YOU HAVE TO READ IT! (SPOILER: IT’S AMAZING!)



My Little Inception Pony: Arthur and Eames make a full rainbow
Originally posted here on the Inception Fluff Meme: Round 1
Last week I found the sheet with the other MLIPs and toyed with the idea of drawing My Little Killjoy Ponies. Then I remembered my sister joking about changing my name to "that crazy MLP girl" and promptly stomped that idea to death but omg! Think of the colours! Think of the poses! Pony!KobraKid’s token would be a tiny toaster y/y?



My computer tells me I named this file IceCrEames.jpg. I never claimed to be witty.
Originally posted here on the Inception Fluff Meme: Round 2 as a doodle for angelgazing’s ficlet fill of adorable. There needs to be more of this ‘verse, js. ETA AND HERE IT IS :DDD



I... don’t have an excuse for this. I like tiny chibis with giant props and also eskimo kisses.
Originally posted here on the Inception Kissing Meme. My sister and I tried to have a serious meta-ish conversation about why I put Eames inside a Jack-in-a-Box fashioned like Arthur’s totem, but the "serious" part was abandoned early on for "hilarious" and then something shiny rolled by and we changed the subject to extraocular muscles precision. (If you want to tell me about your interpretation of Eames-in-a-Die, though, please do so!)



This thing up here is called Happiness Is A Warm Sunset. You can thank angelgazing for the title (and do thank her because in a fit of insomnia-driven inspiration, I had called this one EndCredits.jpg). This was originally posted here on the Multi-Fandom Cuddling Meme and it’s a sort of sequel/outtake (question: do fanarts have sequels/outtakes?) to You Have Died of Dysentery, the silly... thing I doodled for gyzym and angelgazing’s hilarious OregonTrail!AU.



YOU GUYS I LOVE BANDOM SO MUCH I WILL NEVER LET IT GO! LIKE SPENCER WILL NEVER LET GO OF BRENDON! NEVER EVER EVER!
A-hem. This was my attempt at bringing some bandom cuddling into the Multi-Fandom Cuddling Meme. Some awesome anon even wrote a ficlet for this! How amazing is this? It’s the first time a doodle of mine inspired someone to write anon commentfic. I am overjoyed and honored and my anon gets all the love <333



KILLJOY CUDDLES! Post-apocalyptic cuddles are the best cuddles because you never know if you’ll get to do it again and so every cuddle counts double. The last sentence doesn’t make any sense but watever, the point is that post-apocalyptic cuddles are awesome.
First seen here on the Multi-Fandom Cuddling Meme.
No really! Think of tiny Pony!Grace with her fluffy, curly mane! And tiny Pony!FunGhoul shooting sparkles and cookies with his tiny bazooka! ...kill me now D:


Um, so. To make this entry worth something, have some artsy recs \o/

- yuletart keeps bringing awesomeness into the world! These past few days fandom has been regaled with heaps of truly amazing fanart! (and, um, I don’t even know half of the fandoms here, I just really liked the art!)
ETA! OMG YOU GUYS I JUST RECEIVED MY YULETART! LOOK AT IT! OMG LOOK AT IT! IT'S HANDSOME BOB RIDING TOOTHLESS! MY FACE IS STUCK ON :D AND I CAN'T STOP FLAPPING MY HANDS LIKE A DERANGED SEAL OVER HOW GORGEOUS IT IS! LOOK AT THE SHADING! LOOK AT BOB! LOOK AT TOOTHLESS AMAZING EXPRESSION! OMG! <333333333333333333

- holiday_heist is a source of neverending joy and I just can’t point out just a few of the fanarts because THEAY ARE ALL SPECTACULAR, OKAY? Even if you’re not into Inception, you should go over there and let some gorgeous art in your life! There isn’t a single one that is not a feast for your eyes! (and the fics are amazing too! I fail at commenting, lately, but know that I want to draw little hearts in sparkly silver gel pen all over every single entry!)

- HP7 brought back lots of nostalgia and I went on a stroll down Fanart Memory Lane! Does anyone remember this Snidget art? Or Makani’s beautifully hilarious sketches? Or red_rahl’s Bedroom Eyes comic of awesome, which features the same penguin of To Have and To Hold? (I remember there was also a companion ficlet to these, but I don’t know where to find it because at the time I hadn’t discovered Delicious yet. Random trivia: after reading it I made my sister sew me an Indigo!Penguin of my very own.) Also also, let’s not forget the sheer brilliance of Sherant! I remember hers were the first fanarts I stumbled upon when I was moving my first steps into fandom and to this day I still go back and look at her art and just stare in awe and wish one day to be even half as good as her.


I still owe people some doodles (delires, I haven't forgotten! I promise to deliver ASAP! seratonation, I read the email, am thinking about it! sunsetmog, am sketching victorian sofa with people sitting on it! All of you, DON'T DESPAIR!) and I'll probably go on a comment spree later this week. In the meantime, dear flist, rec me your favourite art! :D? (and, uh, also some music? My "doodle playlist" is starting to be irritating instead of inspiring)

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I'M SORRY, I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO DO THIS FOR DAYS

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

"Would you like something sweet to lick and suck on, little boy?" Eames asks, smiling entirely too wide.

"That's the creepiest thing I've heard all month," Arthur tells him with his mouth drawn down sharply. He makes a show of looking around and behind him, as though he does not know full well that he has wandered willingly into the alleyway Eames has so thoughtfully backed his van into. "And I've spent two weeks working on a project with Tommy McPeeperson.

He takes the Bomb Pop that Eames offers him, even as he gives Eames a look that suggests Eames should probably be studied by any number of mental health care professionals. And lays out his ones--crisp and fresh as ever--all in a row on the edge of the the window. He lines all the edges up perfectly, and it's a testament to how far gone Eames is that he just wants to coo at Arthur's adorable little OCD soul.

"Ah, Tommy." Eames clutches his heart and sighs dramatically. "Ours was such an ill-fated love affair."

"Do all your relationships end in protective orders?" Arthur asks over the crinkle of his wrapper.

"Only the ones with stories worth telling. Though I'm sure that you are man enough to buck that trend." Eames leans over, resting on one elbow, and bringing one of Arthur's bills forward to fold carefully.

They've hit the dog days, and Arthur makes a doubtful noise around his ridiculous Bomb Pop, muddying the colors. He's even gone so far as to concede his forearms to the weather, abandoning his jacket and rolling up his shirtsleeves. There's sweat beading along his hairline.

Eames sort of wants to lick it. All of it. More than sort of. He wants to do that a lot. "Don't worry, darling," Eames says, "I would always treat you right."

"I would hurt you," Arthur says, suddenly so serious, even with the corner of his mouth still stained. There's a pause, blue dripping down his thumb that he doesn't bother to catch. He's mirthless in the way he always just pretended to be.

Eames nods. "My safeword is 'Big Bopper.'"

"Big Bopper," Arthur says, dully. But in the way he was before, tension broken. He laps up the blue from his thumb, and Eames would very much like to press him up against the brick wall at his back.

Instead, he folds the dollar bill carefully again. "Well, they are my favorites."

Arthur shakes his head, like nothing in life could ever make him as sad as Eames makes him. "You are such a disgrace to everything that is good in the world."

There are a number of things that Eames would never tell Arthur. For instance 1) last week he lied to a small child, claiming a lack of Bomb Pops because there was only one left and he would not leave Arthur without, 2) There is a box in his freezer that has never been opened, like a package waiting for Christmas, 3) Eames has been exclusively applying at terrible coffee places near Arthur's workplace for fall employment.

Instead, he says, "It is the hottest part of summer, Arthur, a man deserves a treat." He smirks, and makes another fold, and marvels the tiniest bit that Arthur is still hanging around, tie loosened and hair curling softly around his ears, like Eames should be petting him. "Have one specially from me, yeah?" he says, and passes back Arthur's dollar, now folded into the shape of a heart.

"Oh," Arthur says. He blinks, and then blinks again. And then, frighteningly, he smirks. "Finally."

Then, delightfully, he reaches out and he grabs.

Eames has spent hours thinking of nothing but how it would be to kiss Arthur. How his mouth would be so cold, that Eames would have no choice but to warm it. The way he would taste sweet, like flavors that should never go together that created something fabulous, and Eames wouldn't ever want to stop, because he'd be too busy chasing the taste.

He is thrilled to note that his imagination is as fantastic and accurate as ever. And when Arthur pulls away, finally, his beloved Bomb Pop nearly melted, and his face flushed from more than just the weather outside, all Eames can do is say, "We could make your horrible little name for my beloved truck accurate, you know."

"Yes," Arthur says, mouth stained red for a much better reason. "Yes we could."

Re: I'M SORRY, I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO DO THIS FOR DAYS

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

♥__________________________♥

I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU I LOVEYOU ILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOU!

HOW ARE SO FREAKING AMAZING? HOW ARE YOU NOT THE PRESIDENT OF EVERYTHING EVER ALREADY?

"Oh," Arthur says. He blinks, and then blinks again. And then, frighteningly, he smirks. "Finally."

Then, delightfully, he reaches out and he grabs.
This is the Arthur I love beeeeeest! He waits for confirmation and then HE MOTHEREFFING GOES FOR IT *__________*

Did I already tell you that I love you? Yes? Oh, well, I'm going to say it again anyway: I LOVE YOU!

Re: I'M SORRY, I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO DO THIS FOR DAYS

[prophetic.livejournal.com]

This is awesome.

Bomb Pops are my favorite too; Eames did the right thing by lying to that child.