#THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN!!!!

[curiousserpent]

I COMPLETELY forgot to post this amazing comm from @arnaerr !!!!! Look at them. It's so perfect. I'm still in awe.

[goldencuffs]

All My Words is my favorite fic ever and thanks so much for coming back to it, the thought of it going unfinished 🥲 was just excruciating

It’s so good I had to do a full reread and some moments have me wondering if Laurent is a bit more devious than we think? Idk

ily thank you so much!!!!!!! your patience means the world, seriously, im so so incredibly grateful you decided to stick around 😭🥰

and tbh, with laurent (and damen!!) i never thought of either of them as devious people who are intentionally being awful (obviously they aren't completely innocent either LOL). there's been a lot of great theories of how laurent only started dating isander bc he knew it would be a way to get close to damen but i'll be honest, that's not how i pictured it at all.

i just think laurent didn't expect to find himself so attracted to damen and now he's having to constantly battle that attraction, while also getting annoyed with damen for not even acknowledging the tension between them. like laurent refuses to go through this alone, which is why he's more straightforward with damen and why he's more... flirty???

[lostinthewoodsomewhere]

for the fic ask meme,

✿ did anything major change when you started writing [fic] to when you finished? (fic of your choice)

☉ what do you do when you get stuck writing?

Thank you for the ask!!! So sorry for the late reply!!! 🫡❤️🫡

✿ did anything major change when you started writing [fic] to when you finished? (fic of your choice)

I would say most of my fics pretty much go the way I plan them, but the one that changed the most was definitely my Time Breaker Returns fic!! it was supposed to just be another 'Jesse meets someone in the Oceanview' fic, but I remember I was on a long train back from my trip to Penzance, and a whole alternate scenario just took hold of me and I wrote so much!!!! So I just decided to go with it and change it from a oneshot to a whole multichapter fic, even though I had no idea where I was going with it ( and I still haven't figured out all the details to be honest, but I'm having fun!!!)

☉ what do you do when you get stuck writing?

Ummmm, unfortunately one of the main things I do is just sort of... stop?? I'm very all or nothing when it comes to fic writing, I usually just get a burst of inspiration and go with it, but if it's not working for me, I just sort of leave it and pick it up later...

However, I do other things too! I usually start editing other parts of the fic, cause it helps me see what parts still need doing!! I also move around the document a lot, adding bits and pieces here and there, chipping away at things!! But if neither of them work for me, that's when I just put it down. It helps to have a few fics on the go, so I can repeat the process on all of them, and eventually one sticks!!

[gabekidd]

Pspsps... I commissioned art of Nellie and Torrance from @eldesperadont, and I've been shy to share because I'm protective of my silly little OCs, but their work deserves to be seen! Thank you for taking my chaotic notes and references and making them into something coherent and beautiful 💖 Everyone go commission art from them!

[fukashiin]

I have been currently reading your fics for the past hour and you have me brain rot and I love you for that. I want to thank you for taking time out of your day to write and post these for people to enjoy, if you happen to see this then I hope you have a good day. I’m not that good with words but I just want to show you my appreciation, so again thank you

words cant express how much i cherish this message....?? but seriously i love you SO much anon. you made my entire week with this ask alone and i really mean it. i always try to put some strict deadline for myself whenever it comes to my fanfics so im so super happy you love them!!!!! ♡♡

[wabart]

sorry for going thru ur whole ataash tag but i fuckin insta fell in love with ataash im sorry. blows him a kiss. i love to read the tidbits about him in your art SO MUCH 😭💗!!!!!!!!

omg you don't need to apologise, that makes me so happy!! Thank you!! I'm so grateful he's getting love from someone other than me 🫂😭😭 I am excited to keep putting out more stuff with him and his soft furry belly...

[calamarispiderart]

okay i am. so not normal about how good your art is , it’s always so lovely and nice to look at and eueueue, i was wondering, what brush do you use? :O

aaaa thankyou!!

i will be honest, i dont actually use a specific brush! i swap brushes a lot, and a good chunk of my pieces use two seperate brushes minimum (sometimes more, sometimes just one). its a habit ive actively cultivated so i experiment and try new things more, and i tend to get antsy if i use the same brush for too long

that being said; i currently work in procreate, and so primarily use a number of the default brushes they have (along with one or two free brush packs i found online). im not sure if these are the exact names but i believe im currently working mostly with an edited version of the oil paint brush and the... ink bleed brush? iirc? possibly an edited version of that too.

sorry i couldnt be more specific haha--hope this helps!!! always try out new brushes and see how it impacts your process B:) its really fun and helps you figure out new ways to do things!!

[canisalbus]

✦ Freshly ordained ✦

[rusticfurnace]

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

[solroskajan]

:D

[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.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Never underestimate the healing power of a good meal!

(For @nibbelraz!)

[zeldalizzy]

Happy Holidays from the Old Man and the Smithy! 🎄✨Just a simple little thing I threw together lol but I had to do something fun for Christmas!! The thought process behind this was basically that the rest of the boys decided that their oldest member would be a fitting Father Christmas, and the shortest hero would be a fitting Yuletide Elf. After a bit of begrudging, Time and Four finally caved and let Wild take a picture 😂

Anyways, I hope that everyone has a blessed Christmas and a wonderful New Year!! Thank you all for your encouragement and support; I couldn't do this without you! All of you have been such a gift to me, and I am incredibly grateful for that!!

The Merriest of Christmases to you and yours!! 🩵

[hansoeii]

Lokius commission for @uf-oh's fanfiction "i look up at the gaps of sunlight (i miss you more than anything)" ⭐

[ash-and-starlight]

(late) kinktober week 6: dilf zukka + strip pai sho

just in case you’re wondering how the spacedilves from mercy of magpies will be spending their honeymoon