#another au....yay...

[haro0o]

I really enjoy the game! And as you can see here, Catnap is my favorite! :D

Just an Au that cross my dream one night lol

[hopediamondart]

A blooming friendship.

masterpost

[pixlokita]

Another trade/ collab this time a crossover between @cookieruma29 ‘s vengeful Evan AU and into the ballpit AU✨

[demaparbat-hp]

Almost

[miguxadraws]

demons being silly

au belongs to @spitinsideme

i love these sillies!!! also loved knowing that ragatha has cat-like behavior because they can be cute and chill but sometimes they just

[dailycupofcreativitea]

I started another Turles AU comic a while back (with Vinland Saga vibes) but haven't had time to work on it 🤔

[arttsuka]

Monster falls

[dustykneed]

tbh hyperfixating on crayons + my old musical hypfixes making a comeback was not what i had in mind for 2025 😳

now i just need 2 get back into doing digital comics.... oh boy. idk i was making a comic every few days this exact time last year but i'm so eepy nowadays ugh :']

[salmon-vive]

just reread your last comic-if will really isn't a threat to ford's dimension, why IS he keeping will in a cage? what i mean is, why did ford go from treating will gently and preciously to treating him like an animal? what happened????

also, how is will there physically? why does he need the portal opened if he's already there? i love your comic, hope its ok i have so many questions!

First of all, im glad you like my comics anon!

Explanation:

¿What happened? thats the same question Will does to himself after crossing the portal. in my comics the silly or calm moments (usually with lighter colors) are the past. Will in a cage is the present, and technically, hes a threat for for dimension since he's powerful ( the cage keep those powers contained).The possible damages Will could do or consequences of the portal where supposed to be studied just for a while...by both of them...but well, that's not what happened.

And, about Ford feelings towards Will, well. birdcage instead of something else, triangles in his clothes... i think that can give you an idea, he still adored Will, in a way.

Hope this gives you a better context! questions are what keep running this blog! however, hope i made this understandable and not mess up by my inexperience in telling stories haha-

NOTES OF TORTURED ARTIST:

i think something possessed me to make this more elaborated. maybe the blog is making me draw faster? idk- dunno if i could do this again. Also, sorry if there's a mistake, i don't respect english at all (For legal reasons this is a joke and actually I would be grateful If there's any corrections-)

[flowery-king]

'Cover' / One / two (here) / ???

When he snaps tree roots like a twig

[jaimeski]

can’t wait until tomorrow

[haro0o]

He still sane Promise!

He just finished having reading a bedtime story for the “children”! :)

[sammysammer]

Indie toon! Jax and Indie toon! Ragatha wip🙃

I really like these designs and I can't wait to see the rest!

Au belongs to @kookies2000!

[wannabemasterofwindintraining]

More forbidden power doodles plus silly lil au where brickland decided to be emo n made fletch n ethan partner up in the first day quest

[iammissdistress]

Payneland Alive AU fic recs. Part 4

love, in context B24-16 by @experimentaldragonfire

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 18,843

There’s a boy leaning against the fence.

He’s putting most of his weight on it, arms propped up by their elbows and staring with rapt interest at the excavations. It’s been half an hour, now, and he hasn’t moved an inch.

If he hadn’t been otherwise preoccupied with delicately troweling between third-century cobblestones, Edwin might have worried about the boy’s mental state. As it was, he’d been studiously ignoring the way he can feel eyes tracking his every movement.

He thinks he’s been quite successful, so far.

or: archaeology student Edwin Payne didn't expect the chatty tourist at the excavation fence to become someone he couldn't imagine life without

my fourth favorite public building to visit by @lolotr

Rating: Explicit

Words: 18,803

Featuring children's librarians Edwin and Niko, mum and dad Charles and Crystal, excessive flirting, storytime, and enough queer tomfoolery to give your heart a bedazzled rainbow upgrade. Happy Pride.

(pretty equal part palasaki in there. also, you should definitely read the whole series)

Work It Harder, Make It Better by @dear-monday and @tw0-ravens

Rating: Explicit

Words: 15,132

Welcome to Paris, 2024, and the Games of the XXXIII Olympiad.

Meet Charles Rowland, twenty, beloved veteran skateboarder, fast approaching his expiry date, and determined to shag his way through as many gorgeous athletes as he can – and Edwin Payne, twenty-three, once-in-a-generation equestrian prodigy who can’t seem to stop saying the wrong thing and pissing off his teammates. Let the games begin!

to be alone, to be in love, to just be worth it by Ingi

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Words: 11,968

"I remember you now, y'know," Charles says after a beat, his voice still full of that horrible flatness, so at odds with how he'd been laughing just a few minutes ago. "Edwin Payne, yeah? Everyone was talking about you in November. That's why you huddle up here with your tea and your board games, innit? I would, too. I s'pose I am." He glances around the attic, Edwin's pathetic little escape, with more understanding than judgement, before his eyes snap back to meet Edwin's. "Why are you helping me? Why are you being all nice?"

"I don't understand," says Edwin, slowly. "What else could I possibly do?"

as the wind changed direction by @williamvapespeare

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 2,802

But all Edwin says is, “Let’s get you inside, shall we?”

He holds a hand out between them, palm up, in offering so gentle and so very Edwin that Charles almost wants to punch the wall again in disbelief.

Edwin is so good, so truly and deeply kind, and all he seems to do is reach out when Charles is drowning. Charles, who is angry and rough and bruised to his very core. He’s not sure he has ever deserved the hesitant tenderness in each one of Edwin’s touches. He takes the hand all the same.

[joffyworld]

Numbers Weighed, Kingdom Divided

There comes a day in all lives of the wicked, where the world does crumble 'neath the weight;

Harsh truths come to light, sons perish for order of truth yet,

Every house painted in blood is spared such fates.

When the first of many plagues came upon us,

Relentless was its long tendrils of influence:

It hissed and clawed at the gates of our homes,

Tempting us further into its wanton destruction,

Invasion of our minds the only goal of such a beast;

Negation of self. Destruction of hope. All such curses,

Guerilla warfare made plain in reverberations of pain.

Insufficient preparation paves road to ruinous chaos;

Sufficient protocol lead, instead, to shallow balance made.

Omens of combat flooded every sense so relentlessly,

Nary a moment existed without thoughts of survival's odds.

Then came hope,

Hope in the form of one trusty, truthful sermon.

Every man listened, to the gracious leader's lamentation:

"Ye few exiles gathered in bedlam, hear me so!

Assay to assuage fears here, I shall!

Let be known to all that I, too, feel worrisome at times,

Lest even I could so lose much needed humility.

Ye fears thou all harbour are so seeming validated now,

O' in truth our enemies do encircle us like vultures;

Utyerly starved, driven mad by their whims and wants.

Remain, despite this, still we do, so we shall.

Darkest days are coming, I will not deceive you.

Against one another, they wish us to turn swiftly.

Yet in times of darkness, to our lord we must turn!

Safety in our number, shall he so assure us.

Against our enemy, we will know true lasting victory!

Regrets shall befall their faces as death's knell comes!

Expiry their final fate, I so swear it. With death, their souls shall be so hung."

Not a shadow of doubt long clung to us thereafter,

United in purpose as we now were once again.

Manic preparation had given way to contemplation;

Battles ahead for that

Earned peace which we so seek.

Red splattered crosses made from heathen blood

Embellish our shelters, those wooden slits,

Doors to our havens, homes to the faithful but meek.

When the plague does come upon these lands once again,

Our enemies shall know its true wrath.

Regrettable though it is that we are compelled to the warriors path.

Make work of parables, eye for an eye, our lord does so teach.