"Are you provoking me?"
"Depends. Is it working?"

I should be sleeping right now. I justify this sappy and OOC little piece via sleep deprivation. IC-ness is a luxury only writefags can afford, okay? That should mean drawfags can go straight to the porn without a worrying about characterization, lol. It doesn't explain the sad lack of it, tho.

I'll go pass out now.

>>25108
TRIPHT
TRIPHT
can I even tell you how OBSCENELY DELIGHTED I am to see you here?

namefagging would do no good since I am anon by nature but er if I tell you that I know you from C&DP then my abuse of capslock may possibly be a clue? or not
but anyway HI I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE HERE SHARE MORE PLZ YAY


uh. okay I have scrounged content to make this slightly more than just an excuse to fangirl. there we go.

>>24497
I aw'd forever, omg.

This thread makes me happy. I might just contribute with my fagart which is super faggy.

>>25108

This is my new favorite thing! I have a strong desire to see more!


Posting this Vampire Edgar picture just to post something really. Sorry it is not very sexyily flavored or anything. More crap from me as soon as I'm done doing this OC project for a friend.

>>25112

Oh, it appears we know each other, my dear? I'm obscenely delighted to see you here too, then, even if it's as anon! I drew this for you in honor of the chance encounter... and it, in turn, spawned the brief writefaggotry you're about to read.

All this is extremely SWAN, I know. I couldn't help it. SWAN's my absolute favorite.

---

"Excuse me, do I know you from somewhere?"


He vaguely remembered the why. The memory manifested through dreams, mostly, and they always slipped through his grasping fingers, leaving him with just a nebulous recall and an acute feeling of desperation.

He hated feeling hopeless; he hated falling asleep. Except when he dreamed of before. Before the why, before this existence. It was the only thing that kept him going, he supposed; the needy feeling in his chest that pushed him to search for that someone lost, the half forgotten voice inside his head, pleading.


"¨Please! Why are you doing this? Don't-- Please!"

It's all echoes inside his head. Echoes of words and painful, impending loneliness. Echoes of hazelgreenwarmbrown eyes.

"They're cheating, Johnny! They're cheating it's not-- It wasn't supposed to be like this!"

He knows. He knows, but there's not much they can do, is there? Not when eternally trapped between Heaven and Hell. Not when providing such good entertainment.

"I'll find you," he swears. He's not sure if he actually means it, but it's worth it just to see a bit of the pain leave warm hazelgreenbrown eyes.


"Do I know you?" Edgar says, and Johnny can only stare; green eyes this time, he thinks. He stares a little bit more; he wants to commit this moment to memory, just in case.

"Not yet," he answers, and it's a promise.

>>25132
that clerk is gross enough that I can't really look at him much. gotta assume that means a job well done! Nny looks so pleased, heh. Edgar's scars are so great. and his smirk. vampire Edgar is the best crack ever.
(is that a Homicides CD?)

>>25137
yeah, I was the anon cheerleader stalking you through the posting of Pride. because it was wonderful. and then you did cutesy C&DP&Hope art and then I wrote a really silly thing! and now you're here. and I am excite.

and excite for good reason, because this is already great stuff, I hope you do lots more! teeny baby Edgar is cute enough to make me want to go :3, and I love how you do Nny's smudgy tired eyes.

sage for contentless fangirling.

pic not mine, but is at least related. Nothing of mine is ripe for posting yet. Too much to do!

>>25167

Yeah, it's a Homicides CD. I couldn't resist because I am a lame ass. I am quite glad the dead clerk guy is doing his dead clerk guy thing for you.

>>25137

It is possible I have saved copies of both of these in my SWAN stash for posterity and stuff. Just so you know. I love Johnny's shirt/hoodie thing and I sort of want to see more of this written business.

So guys, hey, there's a request/kink/whatever post thing on the LJ community for this, in case any of you want to post/leech ideas/fullfill anything that may come in. Not super organized or moderated or anything, probably because it will not need to be. But here's a link regardless.

http://community.livejournal.com/jthm_slash/20507.html?mode=reply

>>25167
Of course I knew it was you, luv! You're the only one who has ever abused capslock for me <3 Have some porn to show my still burning love for you! *wink*

>>25201
Feel free to do whatever you want with it, m'lady.

As for more of the written thing I dunno if I want to give free reign to the bunnies without knowing yet if they're gonna stick with me to the end. Bunnies are treahcerous like that.

tl;dr: I dunno if I'm gonna finish whatever I start.


(Apologies for my awkward anatomy and overall cowardry when trying to draw anything below the waist *fail*).

I know it's wrong for me to say this, but I'm kind of in love with proud of this pic.

>>25749
Oh.

>>25751
Doesn't look traced.

>>25752

More "very obviously inspired".

>>25753
Oh yeah, leaning on the foreheads. I'm pretty sure you can find a bajillion stances of this pose, either as screen captures, photos or artwork.

>>25751
>>25752

Nope, not traced. Not even referenced. Tracing acusations make me nervous, nonetheless. I get the feeling someone, someday, might actually draw something practically identical to another pic and that someone'll be accused of tracing wihtout having done so, and I'm always a little afraid it'll be me... but that might just be paranoia.

Anyway, no. Tracing; I no do that.

This is the sketch layer of some thing I've been trying to do while simultaneously doing a million other things. Taking forever and lots of stuff still needs to be fixed but, it's something to share to put a blip on the radar at least.

>>25280
Ha haha, stars. I am totally amused at this. You draw such interesting faces. Something intrigues me about them.

>>25749
I like Johnny's eyelashes! This is something I never imagined I'd say. Don't stress on the similarities to the other pic, I'd say. There are so many pictures in every fandom of two people doing that exact thing that it's kind of hard to accuse anyone of anything.

I am happy you exist.

LOOK, INTERNET. this is the one and only site I keep up with on a regular basis. so if YOU guys don't tell me ISH has updated, it will take me WAY TOO LONG TO SEE IT

http://www.ladyyatexel.com/kingdom.html

reading now, you guys suck >:|

(okay LYX and Tripht and Roach don't suck, except for the whole not bumping with relevant content thing, jfc)

Photoshop hates me, lately.

I've been working on this one for too long, if you ask me XD;

>>46326
veto

have this instead

Something you can't really find without looking for it.
Be happy.

Posting this because i was unable to draw something of my own.
I'M SUCH A BAD DRAWFAG BAWWWWW.

>>24497

;_; not cool man you're making me baw like hell here

>>25756

ugh this. this so much

Is there any more Mmy/Nny (or vice versa, I'm not picky) ?

here is a thing

>>47101
Here's another thing.
I used to know where to get a little more, from an old friend/unrequited love, but then very very bad things happened and I'm frightened to death of her now (literally).
So, sorry i guess. Maybe I'll draw something if i get off my ass. And that's a big maybe. Durp durp imma lazy buggah :B

Bumpin' this shit.

>>47674

Anonymous JTHM Kinkmeme! http://community.livejournal.com/jthm_slash/20507.html

Also a not-so anonymous fill (vampire!Edgar/Johnny, bloodplay): http://roachpatrol.livejournal.com/40593.html

wut

>>54068

Well you asked for it o3o

heh.

>>54610
BRILLIANT

>>11901

Fffff. Oh god, thanks for the link. Just spent a couple of days reading through all of that; loved it.

I...Wrote something vaguely Nny and Edgar, SWAN/ISH inspired I guess but I'm not sure if anyone wants it because it's not even porn. :C Ffff, worst writefag ever, sorry.

Do want, y/n?

>>56174

I'm interested, if nothing else!

>>56174

I'm interested too.

So I get up the balls to ask if y'all want fic and my god damn laptop craps itself. Killed a logic board. Ugh. ANYWAY. God, here, have this awful thing, I'm sorry it's a terrible POV and not porny, I'll deliver something not suck another night. And uh, the song is Asleep, by The Smiths. FYI.

This Mixtape Means

It's weird not to see him around. There's little pieces of him everywhere, his touch is in everything you can see and it burns and it stings to look at because he isn't there himself. There's magazines and cutouts all over the dining room table, paint brushes glued in place to the cheap ass three dollar plastic table cloth you remember having a fit about at the time. He left them there, drying to the various surfaces, overnight after painting something or other on the covers of your favorite magazines and then neither of you could pull the fucking things off. He said, "I'll buy you one better than new" with a disarming grin and then you get into an argument about semantics and forget the incident that started it, which you suspect was his goal all along.

More of his paintings hang on the wall, presents and gifts and, in the upstairs hallway, a bit of late night graffiti he painted up because he couldn't sleep. You weren't sure then and you aren't sure now why you never cleaned it up, all marker and paint in dark hues, a black hole of a mural that threatens to swallow you up, more so now than before because he's not there to pull you back, to keep your feet on the ground so you don't get sucked into that other world of darkness with whatever terrible dark things lurk there. Likely, you leave it because it's his, and even if it's dark and a little frightening, it's well suited, perhaps, because he is much the same way.

Appropriations for his art litter the living room, broken bits of metal and things you both find at tag and garage sales, silly, stupid, old things that make you both smile or laugh or wonder what the fuck. You both know he's god damn terrible at sculpture but when he asks for a couple quarters to buy some brand new old thing you give in easily because he asks and that's enough.

Some things though, aren't the happy sort of reminders of him or even the sort that are shades of gray, like that damn mural in the upstairs hall. There are dark reminders of his mood swings, of the broken parts of him. There's a sink full of broken dishes, still, because you haven't had the heart to clean them or to buy new. You've been using paper and it's pretty wasteful but you don't care. His blood is still stained into the wood, only noticeable because it's comparatively dark on the light wood, ash or something, you think. You remember him flipping out, breaking the plates in a sink full of water after they'd already been cleaned, angry and irrational, not listening. He cuts himself by accident, the first time.

You remember feeling guilty the entire time you sit together on the couch, his head pressed to your shoulder, his bandaged hands held to your chest while you hold him through it because, you think [you know], he should go to the hospital but you don't bring him, taking care of him yourself because you know how to calm him, only you, always you, and sure, sometimes it takes a while but no one knows him any better and fuck them, he hates hospitals anyway.

He hates a lot of things, actually, up to and occasionally including himself.

He's everywhere you look and it hurts. You don't know why he left without a word, without you. But then, that's what the mix tape is for, isn't it?

He left it in the bed, the last thing he touched, had to of touched when you were fairly certain you'd both fallen asleep just listening to music, sharing headphones and a bed and blankets and each other, the last words you hear out of him, "don't wake me in the morning", an enigmatic smile on his lips before it's your lips on his. He doesn't wake up in the morning. In the morning he is gone. You are alone and it hurts, it's confusing, and all you have as answer is a mix tape he made you.

There's no profound note, there's no lengthy profession or excuse. He tells you what you already knew about him from the start. "Music speaks better for me than I do. This is not me. I'm not happy like this but I wanted to be. I'm tired. I'm so tired." Tired. Tired of living, tired of trying. It makes you so angry, so hurt and so sad, but there's nothing you can change. You almost don't listen to the rest of the tape but it's hard not to, not when you need some kind of reason, when you just need to know.

Sing me to sleep Sing me to sleep I'm tired and I I want to go to bed

The whole tape is nothing but this, this one song and his bittersweet goodbye that isn't even that. You listen and you want to shake him, to have made it better somehow, as if you could have.

Don't try to wake me in the morning 'Cause I will be gone Don't feel bad for me I want you to know Deep in the cell of my heart I will feel so glad to go

You could kill him all over again for being so pretentious, for stealing the words of others to say what he wanted, must have wanted, to say himself but apparently could not articulate. You could shake him, berate him, but there's no one there. He is gone.

There is another world There is a better world Well, there must be Well, there must be Well, there must be Well, there must be Well ...

[i]Bye bye Bye bye[i]
"Bye ..."

He is gone. The last goodbye, however, is his. It's the last word you hear and you don't remember when you started crying but you are and you want to be angry, you want to be mad at him and so many other things but it's not even in you to do that. Tape player in your hands, his goodbye in your ears, you can hear the words he wanted to say, that neither he nor another could for him. I love you, I will never see you again.

It doesn't make it better, doesn't make you better, but you hold out hope that he's right at least. There has to be another world, a better world. He deserves it, for once, and for all his faults, you can't blame him for this one.

Because you love him too.

>>57526
brb, crying forever

>>57526

*whistles*

*squirrels away on harddrive*

I adore it, it's beautiful! Thanks so much for sharing it! I am totally not bothered at all that is non-porny, as I suspect many others will not be! It's fascinating to see them from another POV like that, and I'm delighted by the dried paintbrush thing, that's just fantastic and very them.

...can I put this up on my website whenever I update it next? I love to have all this stuff together, but I always want to make sure I'm not embarrassing or upsetting anyone.

>>57666

FFFFF, wow, for reals? Oh jeez, thanks! Yes, go right ahead, hah. That would make my day.

>>57547

Dear Anon, thank you, you made my birthday the best everrrrr. <3

I'm going to try some more for this because unf, Nny, but yes. <3

>>57526

This hurts SO GOOD I DON'T EVEN

You are awesome, even though my heart is a little broken right now.

>>57671
>>I'm going to try some more for this because unf, Nny, but yes.

yes please always yes?

>>57526
I have a question (that maybe actually isn't that important)--
this is Johnny/Edgar?
Which is which?
(from what I think so far, it could be either way....and at first I was confused, but...I kind of like that it's reversible in my head.)

>>57679

D'awww. These are the comments that are the best to me. EMOTIVE WRITING GO.

>>57864

Working on it, bro! Something with a normal POV instead of wonk.

>>57866

Huh! To me it doesn't seem interchangeable but derp, that's probably because I wrote it knowing who was who. It's Edgar/Nny, and the you is intended to be Edgar [making Nny the suicide]. Interesting feedback though! Thanks!

>>57874
oooh! I was confused by the "kill him again" line because I thought Nny just disappeared, and Edgar thought he probably killed himself but wasn't sure. but if he knows for sure, yeah, that makes since.
thanks