#THANK YOU AGAIN SO MUCH ;-;

[sunny-knight]

Is this account new?? I came from your TikTok account. I remembered your Papyrus with a star head art, so I went to see if you posted it here, too. It connected with me a lot. I wrote my analysis on it from the heart, so I was hoping I could comment on the art again on Tumblr. Anyway, I hope you have a good life!! I guess I also just wanted to say....thank you. You make wondrous art :]

AW MAN thank you so much I appreciate the support so much. Loved that analysis dearly as well, I wouldn’t say its “new” but i only started being active on tumblr like 3-4 months ago… Heres the drawing again!!! When I made it, I think I did post it, just not on this blog.

[quiverpaw]

lovely art from @cheerclaw @scourgebff, one as a unexpected birthday gift, second from their half of an art trade!!!

[skyward-floored]

Sorry I saw your thing about Tetra just having a gun and I wrote this in a fugue state thank you for the inspiration.

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“And that, Mr. Daphnes, is why you’ll do exactly what I say.” The villain chortled, one of its many arms pointing a gun directly at its captive’s head. Wind tried to squirm free of the slimy tentacle, even trying to bite it to free himself. The bad guy—Bellum, he’d called himself—had hijacked the field trip bus and seized several members of their class as hostages. But he was most focused on the girl in the seat next to Wind, her sea-green eyes locked on the gun held to her head as the villain negotiated with her father over the phone. Tetra’s tanned skin was unusually pale, chewing her lip and sitting so still she may as well be a statue. Wind’s hand was stuck to his side by the villain’s grip, but he could just barely brush his fingers over Tetra’s hand. She kept it clenched in a fist.

Wind hadn’t told Tetra about his powers—he’s gotten the lecture enough times—but if there was ever a time to be a hero, wasn’t this it? He started calling for a wind, looking for something he could blow into Bellum’s face. A paper sticking out of a backpack, or a tissue, anything to blind the man so he could kick free and take him down. The relative difference in size—but to mention the risks of startling a man holding a gun—didn’t even cross his mind. His eyes settled on the bandana Tetra had around her neck. It was only loosely tied. He could blow it off, straight into Bellum’s face, then take him down.

He pushed the wind a little harder. Already the hair of everyone on the bus was standing up, tossing and twisting. Tetra’s eyes flicked to Wind, to the villain, and to the gun trained on her. Wind tried to keep his face straight as he poured a little more effort in. Bellum didn’t notice, issuing his demands and gesturing as his arms loosened ever so slightly…

The bandana ripped free, swirling in the air in a mini cyclone, slapping into the villain’s face. Bellum screeched his displeasure, tentacle arms scrambling to remove the fabric blinding him. His arms shook, and Wind prepared to spring.

In a blur of blue and gold, hands shot out, seizing the gun and giving a twist that slipped it right out of the monstrous grip. Bellum yanked the fabric free, turning his head just in time to find his own weapon planted firmly between his eyes. A foot slammed down on the encroaching arms, pinning them to the seat.

Wind scrambled up, having tripped in his attack, falling gracelessly to the aisle. Tetra, nose snarled as if she smelled a rotten fish, shoved the gun into the villain’s skull. Bellum squirmed, but the girl only shifted her finger to the trigger, cocking the gun as if she had done this all her life. Her smirk was sharp, a shark smelling blood in the water. Bellum’s eye grew huge.

“No! No no no don’t—“

“Bang!”

The villain recoiled, his limbs flailing in panic, before realizing she had not fired. The soulless fear turned, and he spun, arms shooting forward to seize the girl again—

There was a thud, and the man slumped, a bloom of blood on the back of his head. The bus driver huffed, lowering the tire iron. “You kids ok?”

Tetra picked up her bandana, wrapping the gun in it carefully. “Nice hit, Mr. Linebeck!” She leaned forward. “Is he dead?”

“I don’t think so. I called the cops as soon as he looked away. Just lucky you brats weren’t…” He scowled. “What were you thinking?”

Tetra stuck out her tongue. “That he was hurtin’ Wind, and nobody messes with my crew!”

The driver threw up his hands, removing his belt to bind the villain’s many arms. Tetra sat next to Wind, her sharp grin never fading. If he hadn’t known where to look, he would have missed the flicker of fear and relief.

“You ok?”

She punched his arm, but thought better of it and took his hand, patting it. Her voice dropped to a barely audible murmur. “Lucky that breeze blinded him, huh?”

Wind gave a shaky laugh. “Y-yeah.”

OH MY GOODNESS I AM SCREAMING AT THIS I ADORE IT

THE EMOTION

THE DRAMA

LINEBECK BEING THEIR BUS DRIVER AAAAABFDSBDHJFDSBJH

I'm borrowing that actually it's canon now Linebeck drives a school bus

TETRAAAAA YOU GO GIRL that show of emotion from her and Wind both was so sweet they care for each other so much and just. AAAAAAAAH

My friend you have made my entire night, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS <333333

[echoofwinter]

Hi! I know that this will probably only get like 5 notes max, but I’m gonna try this anyways. I am trying to get an art YouTube channel set up so that I can earn some money when I’m at school since I’m a high schooler in the middle of nowhere without a drivers license and am not home enough to work there, but my mom especially is really low on money and in quite a bit of debt so I want to try to help her. My channel is called Echo of Winter or @KomiTheWeeb, and I would be super happy if you could subscribe or give me some tips on how to get more subscribers, I’m also trying to make art so I can sell it so I’d also appreciate it if you liked some of my art enough to buy it, and I also have an Instagram @DesertLillyTrinkets. Thank you so much! My art tag is #echo of winter’s art. Thank you again so much.

[riceball-galore]

i love your portrayal, like the way orihime talks, her mannerisms??? omg you just get it all right and it's a joy to have you on my dash and to be able to write with you so thank you for putting up with my lame and slow ass 🧡

❝𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐎𝐟𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬❞ || 𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍

OMG, stop it. You are going to make me blush and AHHH! I appreciate you being a friend and roleplaying with me too! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ Thank you for also being patient with me as I explore more of this sweet baby! Know that I appreciate you so much too! You're so amazing and neat and cool!! I am happy we are roleplay friends and partners! （ʃƪ＾3＾ ）

[h-worksrambles]

Very excited to show this incredible piece of my fursona, Xander, taking a breather beside a very familiar looking sword... I got this as a commission from the amazing @emdeejaydraws . They did a stunning job. Please go support their work!

[starry-eyed-extraterrestrial]

⚠️💾🖍️ <3

⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

Honestly….this is anyone's guess! I mean technically it should be eternally but like that has been in development hell for like five months I've rewritten that bad boy so many times it's insane! It might also be every man for himself (not by himself) actually since I'm technically “the furthest” with it but knowing me that could change on a dime so honest answer idk, but doesn't guessing it make it more fun(I say to excuse poor planning)

💾What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

Breaking news old man gets emotionally abused by bandmates only to break down in tears and have said bandmates break into a bistro down the road,this and more at seven.

(Long ass title I know, hope it even mildly makes sense)

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

“No...., I need you to say it…” Nikki is just plain stubborn at this point, his eyes misty. He's still not looking at Mick.

Mick looks into the sea glass green reflection of Nikki's irises or tries to as Nikki keeps his gaze fixed on the gravestone before him, like something far more interesting lay in the view then Mick himself.

He's not really left with a choice here. So he decides to say it, the honesty levels of the words for once not mattering to him, and it didn't seem like it mattered to Nikki either.

He just desperately needed to hear them fall from Mick's lips.

“I would've if I could've” Mick finally says.

Nikki nods stiffly in stanch agreement.

“Good” he says.

Not another word is shared that day.

(Oops sorry gave you a part of the fic entirely cause only giving the one line would have made no sense on how important it was. It still doesn't make sense of of context like this granted, but it's a bit better I think 😅)

Thank you so much for asking Arnold, means so much to me<3333333 :’))))

[hughesquinn]

3 & 15

thank you anon :( its sad but u have no idea how much this means to me

3. Reading or writing? Why?

i like both but lateky i like reading more just bc its easier n i dont have to think

15. Comfort food?

i dont really. know tbh ? my parents dont really let me eat stuff that could be a comfort food if I wanted it to (like ice cream ?) so ig i will say pastaa

soft asks

[canisalbus]

✦ Freshly ordained ✦

[rusticfurnace]

GHOSTSOAP // "you sweet fucker" MINICOMIC!!!

[chiptrillino-art]

(ID in ALT text) ArtTrade with the very sweet @die-auster ! thank you for sparking back my obsession with this blue guy here!

Please check out their amazing works here! 1 . 2 . 3.

[deepspacenova]

UNDER PRESSURE

1700 words | banter. tension. jealousy. possessive Sylus.

Prompt: running into your main lads man (boyfriend) while you're out with your second favorite lads man (as a friend) and how they would react.

Note: Written for this round robin/challenge by the lovely @jinwoosbabyboo -- it's open for anyone, by the way, so consider yourself tagged if you're interested! (:

The smell of antiseptic mingled with the earthy scent of Vagrant's Land while the pop-up clinic buzzed with organized chaos. Patients with various illnesses and injuries stood around waiting for the moment they'd be called back and have their ailments treated or cured.

The welcome tent’s fabric flapped in the soft breeze as you let the nurse manning the check-ins know why you were there. When you were shown inside, you noticed the open space had been outfitted with portable medical equipment to create a busy hive of treatment cubicles and testing areas.

You glanced around the crowded space until you found him. Taller than most of the room, intent on his work, and confidently in his element, Dr. Zayne scribbled onto the clipboard a nurse was holding toward him. Finishing his last marking, he looked up, cool hazel eyes thawing ever-so-slightly and dented with a happy crinkle as he straightened and dismissed your escort.

"Right on time," he murmured, grabbing two latex gloves, a yellow file folder, and his medical bag.

"Miracles can happen when you least expect them," you teased with a grin.

Zayne started to usher you toward a makeshift examination corner since all the cubicle curtains were closed. "Medical miracles, maybe," he quipped. "But you being on time? That’s a phenomenon even science can’t explain."

You laughed softly, sitting down as he gestured to a folding chair and rested his medical bag on the wobbly table next to him. "Careful, Dr. Zayne, your bedside manner is slipping."

With an amused shake of his head, he reassured, "This shouldn't take long. Just a quick exam, same as always."

You nodded, rolling up your sleeve as he pressed his cool fingers to the inside of your wrist and got started. His touch was warm but impersonal, his attention fixed on his readings. He moved methodically, pressing the tips of his fingers over your heart and chest.

Though the process was clinical, you couldn't help but study Zayne with fondness — the way his brows furrowed in concentration, the way his nostrils flared when a loud noise interrupted him, the way his breath became a tickle on your cheek when he leaned in to adjust his stethoscope.

That was the moment you heard his voice.

“Don't tell me you're afraid now,” Sylus demanded from the clinic's entrance, making nurses and bystanders alike stand to attention, as if they couldn't help but wait for his next directive. “I could put you two into far worse situations.”

Two hooded boys in medical masks shuffled in behind him, the defiant puff of their chests doing little to hide their apprehension. At Sylus' words Luke scowled but didn’t argue while Kieran kept glancing toward the exit like a cornered animal. Giving them a pointed look toward the nurse they were supposed to follow, he took a few steps forward before his eyes landed on you.

The vision of the leader of Onychinus halting in place with a satisfied smirk spreading across his face was unnerving enough to straighten every spine in the vicinity. But he barely noticed as he waved off the boys and made his way toward you.

Then his eyes flicked to the person next to you. To the stern yet striking man whose face was so close to yours he was practically stealing your fucking air from you.

Jaw tightening — the only outward sign of his discomfiture—Sylus strode toward you with deliberate, measured steps, his posture casual but predatory.

A fluttering of wings had taken flight in your stomach as soon as you'd heard Sylus' gravelly voice, but for the sake of Zayne's time and not raising any eyebrows in the semi-public setting, you'd resolved to find Sylus after your check-up. Unfortunately for you, Sylus never much cared about the concept of discretion when it came to you.

Stopping behind you, he placed the edge of his palm on your shoulders, spreading his fingers across your chest in a rather over-the-top display of possessiveness.

Doctor Zayne hadn't even looked up at the interruption and had moved on to digging for a tool in his medical bag when the hand-shaped barrier blocked his access to your heart.

“Well, isn’t this cozy?" Though the words were casual, his tone was wrapped in barbed wire.

"Sylus!" You said, hoping the breathlessness in your voice wasn't too noticeable. Looking up at his sharp features, which managed to be frustratingly beautiful even upside down, you smiled and moved his hands from your chest to your biceps, patting the tops of them twice. "I didn't know this is what you meant when you said you were taking care of some business with Luke and Kieran. Shouldn't you be with them?"

A low chuckle emerged from his throat, laced with both amusement and menace. "I was, sweetie. That is, until someone else piqued my... curiosity." His hands slid slowly down to the crooks of your elbows and then disappeared. Suddenly, the chair next to you was occupied with your boyfriend's imposing form, eyes boring into Zayne's unflappable figure. "I didn't realize doctors from Linkon City made special appointments when they visited Vagrant's Land."

“I volunteer here once a month,” Zayne said matter-of-factly. He didn’t look up as he re-focused on his examination of you, ignoring Sylus' eyes — one, a muted scarlet, the other an angry vermillion — trained on every movement. “It’s a good way to reach those who can’t make it to a hospital.”

Sylus’s gaze darkened, his lips curving into a tight smile. “How noble of you. I see you're very—” His eyes lingered on Zayne’s hand, still resting against your chest. “—thorough with your patients.”

"Sylus," you cut in quickly. "Have you met my childhood friend, Zayne? We recently reconnected when he became my doctor."

But Sylus' attention didn't move from Zayne.

“Any good doctor is thorough,” Zayne replied, turning to jot down notes into your file. His voice was calm, almost bored, as if Sylus’s presence barely registered. “If something's off, it's important to work on her as soon as possible."

“I’ll bet it is,” Sylus muttered under his breath, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his seat.

Recognizing the simmering menace in his tone, you jam your elbow into Sylus' narrowing your eyes in a silent warning. Your string of bad luck continued however, when, after he placed a dramatic hand over his elbow, Sylus went back to watching your childhood friend with the kind of intensity that made most people fear for their lives.

Zayne, of course, was not most people.

“Do you mind?” Zayne asked, flicking a quick glance at Sylus through his lashes. “I’m trying to work.”

“Not at all,” Sylus replied smoothly, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Don’t let me interrupt.”

Another tense few minutes pass, and the balloon of pressure in your chest expanded second by second as the tension between Sylus and Zayne crackled like static.

You were caught between irritation with Sylus for his uncharacteristically territorial behavior or shock with Zayne, who was acting more aloof than usual, almost like he was... purposefully fueling Sylus' ire.

“So, Sylus,” you said brightly, trying again to diffuse the situation. “Why'd you bring Luke and Kieran here?”

“Do they seem like the guys who'd show up to update their vaccines if I didn't drag them myself?” he shot back with a smirk, jerking his head toward the cubicle Luke and Kieran were in.

“That’s admirable,” Zayne remarked, his tone neutral. “More people should take an interest in the well-being of others.”

“That's me, a real caretaker," Sylus drawled, eyes narrowed. And just like that, any hope for the peace you'd been building toward popped like a bubble. "Though I can't say I'm as hands-on as you, doctor. At least... not in public."

"A shame." Zayne raised an eyebrow, his expression faintly amused. “Hands-on can be very effective when done correctly.”

The implication hung in the air, subtle but deliberate. You groaned internally, feeling like a rope in an increasingly taut tug-of-war.

“Alright, enough,” you snapped, looking down at them with your hands on your hips. “Sylus, this is just a check-up. Zayne, stop provoking.”

Both men fell silent, though the charged atmosphere lingered.

Sylus had the nerve to look almost... chagrined for the first time in his life, which alone worked wonders on your frustration — though from the way he stood and rested his hand on the back of your neck, it might've been more placating than chagrined.

Zayne, who also stood up, simply adjusted his glasses, his composure as unshaken as ever.

“I’m done here,” Zayne said, handing you a slip of paper. “I've updated the schedule according to your upcoming work trips. Other than that, you're fine.”

“Thank you, Zayne,” you smile warmly, stuffing the paper into your bag.

Zayne nodded, then turned to Sylus and held out his hand in a begrudging truce. “She’s in good health. You can relax.”

For a moment, you stared at Sylus' stoic expression and worried all hell would break loose in Vagrant's Land. Then, he linked his hand with Zayne's and gave it a firm, business-like shake, turned you around, and led you back to the entrance to wait for Luke and Kieran.

You couldn’t help but glance back at Zayne as you walked. He'd already moved onto his next patient, but caught your eye when you look around. And you could've sworn that Zayne, Doctor Zayne, your childhood friend, winked at you.

Once you were far enough to feel the afternoon breeze sweep over you, Sylus' gaze softened as he searched your face. “You feeling alright?” he asked, looking at the place where her aether core rested. His voice was quieter now, the edges of his tone no longer sounding so ruffled.

“I don't know. How should I feel after I've been pissed on by my boyfriend at my doctor's appointment?” Though you try to sound angry, it comes out as nothing but pure amusement.

At your smile, the tension in his shoulders eased slightly, and the corner of his lips curved. "Pissed on? I'd never do something so crass, kitten." He leaned down, his breath gliding over the crook of your neck like a feather, and rasped, "You know I'm more of a biter."

[egophiliac]

I don’t think we’ve ever seen you draw knight of dawn before 🤔 what are your thoughts about him? Or take?

I've drawn him a couple of times, just really little/in the background. but I should draw him more, I love this guy a lot! I have many, many thoughts about him and the way he parallels Silver...and also I think it is extremely funny that his ghost is stuck in a ring. especially considering where that ring has been for the last 16-ish years.

[h-worksrambles]

I commissioned this fantastic art of Xander from the amazing @venkjpeg . I cannot thank him enough for the splendid job he did. Please go and support him and show him some love!

[imagine-that-100]

If you’re still looking for suggestions for baby’s name you could do Logan, it’s gender neutral and you can shorten it to Lo :)

Thank you for sending this! Unfortunately me and A know a few Logan’s irl so it’s a little too close to home for us 🙃 but thank you so much for the suggestion… we have actually decided on a name now. I’ll reveal in the next ask though 💜

[thelocalmuffin]

Update: we are back from the vet with good news. We caught it early enough to where the vet was able to get it out with minimal wounding and she is okay.

I am so thankful to all of you who cared about Autumn to donate. Your generous donations covered most of the costs of the procedure and my wife and I can't be thankful enough. You are all so kind.

I'll get started on those commissions tomorrow. Thank you again.

Hey everyone,

Earlier today, we found out Autumn, our senior 13 year old calico cat, has a claw that has dug into her paw pad and we are getting it looked and treated. We are not entirely sure of what the cost is yet since they have to look at it first, but we wanted to raise a bit of funds to help my kitty in case if it's horrifically expensive. Once we get the notes of the procedure later today, I will submit that proof as well.

If you can, it would mean a lot if you sent a Ko-fi our way.

Every Ko-fi either gets a doodle or 500 words towards a story by me. If you can't donate, even a share would go a long way.

Thank you so much for your help.