I Know We Joke About Cis Artists Having The Weirdest Sense Of Anatomy, But Also Even When The Anatomy

i know we joke about cis artists having the weirdest sense of anatomy, but also even when the anatomy is fine, no one seems to want to draw women doing normal things

SHE IS ALIVE!!!!

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Hello! Sorry to bother, but have you got any recent news from Asscrackcreed? She hasn't posted in a while, I'm just wondering if she's okay

Sadly no, haven't interacted with them either :-(. most likely her interest has simply died down for now.

For AC Ask with my Evie (by @vrmarie)

AWWW this is so cute and precious

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Could I get some nervous Jacob before his wedding to F!reader?

26/08/2024: Hello! Am I back? I shall try. I am not without . I just need to organise my time enough to write it all down. Hopefully, things will get better and more active from now on. A slow but steady process, I hope T__T But for now, enjoy!

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Nervous Jacob Frye Preparing for his Wedding...

His fingers fumbled with his bowtie. He’s tried to fix it six times now, each one more crooked than the last.

“Come on, you stupid thing…” Taking a deep inhale through his nose, he exhaled slowly, bathing briefly in the momentary wave of calm that washed over him.

Slowly, he starts again.

Cross, under. Fold, over. Under, through, pull…

Grabbing the two ears, he adjusts again, slowly this time.

A fluffy, forest green bow sat comfortably against his neck, the silk shimmering against the bright morning light refracting through the window.

The manor house was bustling downstairs; the preparation for the ceremony and reception was underway. Jacob had become overwhelmed with the set up and decided to get ready a few hours early, away from the constant bustle.

He examined his hair in the ornate mirror, brushing his fingers through his thick locks. He thought about the way you like his hair, and couldn’t stop fixing stray strands.

The last time he saw you was two days ago; bright and excited for 48 hours of parties and celebrations. Being apart for that long — the longest in a while — has made him as anxious as the day he confessed his love for you.

A knock at the door startled him. “Come in.”

Evie peeked through the door as it creaked open, a gentle smile on her face.

“How is the groom?” She teased.

“The groom… is currently having a heart attack.”

The joke eased the nervous atmosphere; a reminder that these nerves are proceeding a good thing, perhaps the best thing of Jacob’s life.

“Would you like a cup of tea or something? You have about an hour before you’re needed downstairs.”

“No, thanks.” He smiled appreciatively through the mirror. “But tell me…”

“Have the florists put up the bouquets in the hall?”

“They are the colour of wisteria and not lavender, right? Y/n doesn’t agree with lavender. She says it always gives her a funny look.”

“Are there enough chairs? I could probably run to get more if not…”

“Oh, and—”

“Jacob, shut up.” Evie cut him off with a knowing smile. “Everything is fine and going according to plan. You left me in charge, remember?”

He hummed. “Thank you, Evie.”

“… Do you think she’ll like it?”

Evie leaned against the bedpost of the four poster bed, her arms crossed. “I think she’ll love it. Truly, I do.”

She laughed. “If Henry doesn’t do half of these things, I frankly don’t want a wedding.”

Jacob chuckled, hands once again finding his bowtie before moving to his cream suspenders. “I’ll be sure to tell him.”

He sighed. “Christ, Evie… This is really happening.”

“Believe me, I’m just as surprised as you are. Who would have thought you would meet someone more chaotic than you?”

“What’s life without a bit of chaos, eh?”

Evie shook her head smiling as she took her leave. “Wouldn’t change it for a thing.”

tw: theft, body horror, facial disfigurement

Hee hoo I got your nose!🫰👃