#chromatic-hearts

[birbleafs]

A bit sad Wanderer isn't in the group shot, but then again, it is almost characteristic of him to be extra standoffish and tsundere about not joining any group celebrations until he's cajoled into it by Sethos post-event. Still, this is such a wonderful photo... I know I yell about it a lot but I really love and have missed the Sumeru fam :___)

Kaveh and Alhaitham can't ever hold hands in public but they can almost, almost brush their knees together just imperceptibly so in the spirit of those vintage queer gay photoshoots lol. Kaveh always wears his heart on his sleeve, so his beaming smile is almost a given (but no less delightful), and Alhaitham's microscope, blink-and-you'll-miss Mona Lisa smile is always such a treasured sight to behold.... my kvthm heart is HEALED........... :")

[srasdoesthings]

*＊✿❀Day 2: Slumber Party/Sleepover❀✿＊*

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Our beloved HiKaRi dorm!! I love the idea of them being besties and having special dorm sleepovers where they chill together (◍•ᴗ•◍)

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[harrisx28]

Ariela by Manolo Valdes at Miami Design District

[kaxenart]

The leash is a construct The dog could bite the handler The handler could choke it But they both view the leash as worthy of trust I will not let you go I will not hurt you The dog heels and the handler stands still

Two people totally not so fucked up by the world that they need intricate rituals to bear each other's hearts

[souredwaters]

DST as DND Update!!!

So it seems like some people are interested in this idea! It’s going to take a while to get everything ready to post, as I want all of the characters to be at the same point in progression. In the meantime, I’ll be sharing some basic information to hold everyone over.

Here's a list of the classes/subclasses I have planned so far! (??? means I haven't figured it out yet, N/A means that the class is not a high enough level to receive a subclass.)

Survivor: Class/Multiclass - Subclass/Multisubclass

Wilson: Artificer - Alchemist Specialization

Willow: Rogue - Arcane trickster Archetype

Wolfgang: Barbarian - Path of the Berserker

Wendy: Wizard - School of Necromancy

WX-78: Artificer- Armorer Specialization / Monk - N/A

Wickerbottom: Wizard - School of Evocation

Woodie: Druid - ???? / Fighter - ????

Wes: Sorcerer - Wild Magic Bloodline / Rogue - M/A

Maxwell: Wizard - N/A / Warlock - Great Old One Pact

Wigfrid: Bard - N/A / Paladin - Oath of Devotion

Webber: Druid - Circle of the Land

Winona: Artificer - Artillerist Specialization

Warly: Cleric - Life Domain

I don't have everything figured out yet, but I have started on some of the sheets. Everything is subject to change, since I have to do more research on the survivors in-game abilities.

I will say, I am most excited for Wes's build, since it's something I've had rolling in my brain for a while now. I love sorcerers and especially wild magic sorcerers. Also Wes is my favorite character so I may be biased.

[leonardalphachurch]

@redvsbluesecretsanta present for @stickylizardcave! why is it so late? well you see. i am very bad at deadlines. i

you asked for poly blue team but I wasn’t sure who you wanted included in that so I just went with the classic bluet4 with a focus on epsilon/wash and church being over protective. hope you like it!

EDIT: now also available to read on ao3 if you prefer to read stuff there

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Nothing Wrong

Post-15 Epsilon lives AU.

The boys go on a date to the beach, working through the new relationship dynamics recent events may have caused. Even though it may not be perfect at times, in the end, they know that there really is nothing wrong.

“HEY ASSHOLE, YOU EVER HEARD OF WATCHING WHERE YOU’RE FUCKING GOING?”

“Church.”

“YOU’RE JUST GONNA KEEP WALKING, HUH? I KNOW YOU HEAR ME MOTHERFUCKER!”

“Church.”

“OH, TOO MUCH OF A COWARD TO EVEN TURN AROUND! YOU EVER HEARD OF FUCKING APOLOGIZING?”

“Epsilon!”

“WHAT!?”

Wash stared at him, completely unamused.

“Wh- don’t get mad at me! That guy’s big ass bag smashed right the fuck into you! He could’ve hurt you!”

“The only thing hurting me is your screechy voice giving me a headache. Sit down.” Wash pulled him down and Church begrudgingly followed, grumbling about how he did not have a screechy voice, you have a screechy voice. The unamused stare turned ever so slightly more amused.

“Who are we yelling at?” Tucker approached the table, tray filled with their food. Wash reached out to grab his share before hesitating. Tucker handed him his fries and milkshake.

“I was not yelling.” They both stared at him, unconvinced. “That loud.”

Tucker laughed, “You were so loud the whole boardwalk could hear you.”

Church looked around. Sure enough, there will still a few people looking their way. He felt a twinge of embarrassment but, whatever, at least people knew not to fucking bother them.

“Some asshole smashed his giant fucking bag directly into Wash’s head.”

“No!” Tucker put his hand to his chest.

“Yes! He could’ve given him a concussion!”

Wash rolled his eyes. “A concussion? Really?”

“We don’t know what was in the bag! It could’ve been fucking, bowling balls!”

“He was carrying around bowling balls.”

“Maybe!”

“To the beach.”

“I don’t- I don’t know what fucking humans are doing these days!”

“No, no,” Tucker interjected, “he’s right, Wash, this is serious.”

“Thank you!”

“Hitting people with bags? This guy sounds like a serious threat.” In one swift motion Tucker removed his sword from his hip and turned it on. “You want me to go take him out?”

Wash laughed. Church glared.

“I don’t know, Tucker,” Wash said, expression now squarely in amused, “guy seems pretty dangerous. Heard he might have bowling balls.”

“Baby, you know I’d face the danger for you.”

“Oh, shove it up your asses.” They both laughed. Whatever.

Tucker turned off his sword and clipped it back into the holder on his hip.

“Where’s Caboose?” Church said, definitely not trying to change the subject.

“Still getting food.” Tucker started unwrapping his burger. “You know he orders like 50 meals. I’m not helping him carry all that shit back.”

“Wow, a real Prince Charming.” Church snarked.

Wash poked at his fries. “Should we wait for him to start?”

“Mmph?” Tucker replied, mouth already full of burger.

“Right.” Wash took a sip of his milkshake.

Church looked around for Caboose. The boardwalk wasn’t too crowded; most people weren’t having beach dates at noon on a Thursday. Even if it was, Caboose wouldn’t have been too hard to find, with his tendency to tower over the crowds. Sure enough, Church was easily able to spot by the food stands, chatting up a confused but amiable looking employee. His tray was already filled with snacks from one stand, eagerly waiting for more. About half of that food would probably end up on the ground during the walk over. Church wondered if that was why he always got so much.

“This is really good.” Wash eagerly sucked up his milkshake.

Tucker looked contemplative as he stared at the straw in Wash’s mouth, but seemed to decide against whatever he was thinking about, instead saying, “Yeah, it’s you’re favorite.”

“Oh.”

“Passionfruit and chocolate. You get it all the time.”

“Right.” Wash took his notepad out of his pocket and started reading through it. “Right,” he nodded slowly. “I guess I have pretty good taste.”

Church frowned.

“Yeah, it's Church’s favorite, too.”

“What? No!” Church recoiled. “That shit’s nasty. I hate chocolate mixed with fruit.”

Tucker laughed.

Wash scoffed. “Well, you don’t have to drink it.”

“Good! I fucking won’t!”

They continued to eat in quiet, for a moment.

Wash read through his notepad again, flipping through a few pages, brow furrowed. “We… come to the beach a lot?” Wash asked.

“Huh? Uh, no?” Tucker replied.

“You said I get this all the time.”

“Oh. No, the burger place, it’s a franchise, there’s one by your house-”

“Right. Right.” Wash flipped through his pages again. “I remember that, that makes a lot more sense.” He jotted something down.

“I wish we went to beach all the time.”

Church’s frown deepened. He looked over to Caboose, hoping to find him finally ready. The employee was helping him carefully balance his tray.

“Hey, Church, you wanna bite?”

“Huh?”

Tucker waved his nearly finished burger in Church’s face.

“Shake’s vanilla, too. Nothin’ fancy.”

“Uh, no.”

“You sure? It’s a good fucking burger.”

Church rolled his eyes. “It’s a burger from a fucking beach food stand, how good can it be.”

“It’s local.”

“It’s fast food. Besides, I’ve had it before.”

Tucker shrugged. “Your loss.”

Wash jotted something down.

“Ummmm.”

The trio looked up to see Caboose walking up to them, tray precariously stacked high. The cheerful looking employee from before was looking slightly less cheerful now, as she walked with Caboose to the table, trying to keep him balanced.

“I think it is actually called ‘fast casual.’ Right Junie?”

“Uhh, sure, please just, oh god.” A burger rolled off the tray and down the boardwalk. Junie watched it go with an expression that screamed ‘I am not being paid enough to do this.’ Church decided he liked her.

“Tucker, for gods sake, help them.”

“Wh- I’m eating!”

“It’s okay!” Caboose made the last few long strides to quickly drop the tray down on the table. To absolutely no one’s surprise, a large soda immediately tipped over. “Oops.”

“CABOOSE!”

“FUCK!”

“Nooooooooo...”

Church’s reflexes immediately grabbed for Wash’s notepad, keeping it dry and out of harm’s way. Tucker wasn’t nearly so lucky, cola coating the remainder of his fries and all over his shirt. Church started cracking up.

Junie looked absolutely crestfallen. “We were. So close.”

“Hey,” Church laughed, “you did better than he usually does.”

“I’ll go… get some napkins.”

Wash started to say she didn’t have to but she was already gone.

“That’s my new friend Junie!” Caboose already stopped caring about the carnage that laid before him, instead starting to shove a burger into his mouth. “She has a cat!”

“Yeah, great, you got soda all over my fucking shirt.” Tucker was wringing his shirt out over the side of the table.

“It’s the beach.” Caboose said simply.

Tucker considered that for a moment before shrugging and taking off his shirt.

Church looked away, flustered at his boyfriend suddenly being shirtless next to him.

Wash had no such shame, staring openly at Tucker’s chest as he sipped his shake.

“Here’s your book.” Church shoved it back at Wash’s face.

“Oh,” Wash took and put it back in his pocket. “Thanks for being quick about it.”

“Well, I’d be the one to restore it if it got messed up anyway. My actions are purely selfish.”

Wash rolled his eyes. “Sure, you don’t care about anyone or anything.”

“Exactly.”

“NAPKINS.” A pile of cotton was dropped onto the table. Junie started to mop up the still uncleaned soda.

“Oh, you really don’t have to—” Wash started.

“THANK YOU!!” Caboose interrupted, punctuating his words with wide hand movements. “Uh oh.”

Another cup of soda took the brunt of Caboose’s backhand. Its precarious lid was no match for the strength at which it was struck to the table. Soda exploded outwards from it, drenching the mountain of once dry napkins into a flattened, sticky mound. Tucker’s bare chest, on proud display, was blasted yet again by the syrupy liquid, with nothing to protect its second barrage of nectar of the day.

“CABOOSE!”

“Oops!”

“Oooooaaaggghhh.” Junie collapsed in despair at witnessing the carnage.

“You really don’t have to clean this.”

Church just put his head in his hands. Sometimes he really didn’t know how he was in love with these idiots.

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Church stabbed angrily at the sand.

Wash watched him with a judgmental eye. “You need some help with that?”

“I got it.”

“You gotta spin it.” Tucker supplied unhelpfully.

“I got it.”

“I think you should dig the hole deeper.” Caboose chimed in. Tucker muttered something about deep holes under his breath.

“I! Am an advanced military AI! I know how to stick a fucking umbrella in the sand!” To prove his point, Chirch quickly calculated and, in one swift, smooth motion, stabilized the umbrella. “See!”

Tucker laughed and continued undressing.

Wash smirked at him, “Tell Delta I said thanks for the help.”

“Wh- hey!”

“Hi Delta!” Caboose cheerfully waved.

“Delta’s not here! Because I am on a date.” He said, half to Caboose, half to himself.

You’re welcome, Delta logged off. Church mentally flipped him off.

“Bye, Delta!”

“Go, put on your sunscreen, Caboose.”

“Okay!” Caboose started digging in his bag.

A bottle of sunscreen smacked Church in face.

“You wanna use those advanced military AI skills to slather me up?” Tucker said, attempting to be seductive.

“Oh my god.” Church looked over at Tucker and rolled his eyes. The man was wearing what Church had to assume was the tiniest swimsuit he could buy. “Can’t you wear something normal?”

“This is a totally normal swimsuit, you’re just a prude.”

“I am not a prude.”

“Oh yeah? Then come rub me up,” Tucker winked.

Church beaned him with the sunscreen. “Do it yourself. My skin doesn’t absorb that shit, it’d just stick to my hands.”

“Aw, come on, you won’t get your hands all creamy for me?” To punctuate his point, Tucker started to pose in what Church assumed Tucker assumed was a seductive way.

"You sound like Donut." Church was definitely not seduced, he assured himself as he blushed and looked away.

“Give me the sunscreen, I’ll do it.” Dammit, Church hadn’t considered that Wash would be seduced instead.

Tucker shrugged, “As long as I’m getting sunscreened by a beautiful man, I’ll take it.”

Wash scoffed, pulling him down, “Glad to know I’m your second choice.”

Church rolled his eyes and looked away from his partners. Because he was annoyed by Tucker’s shenanigans and definitely not because he would be way too embarrassed to watch his boyfriends rub each other up in public, of course.

“Done!”

Caboose shoved his sunscreen into Church’s hands.

“Why are you giving it to me?”

Caboose just smiled and shrugged, and Church started to suspect that the man was not, in fact, done.

Sure enough, Church adjusted his eyesight to focus on UV and large splotches of Caboose’s body were completely uncovered.

“Caboose! You didn’t get most of you!”

“Oh no,” Caboose replied, with not even a hint of distress, “Guess you will have to do it for me.”

Church glared. “You do this on purpose, you little shit.”

Caboose simply grinned and spread his arms.

Well, whatever. Caboose preferred the spray sunscreen, claiming it made him less oily, so at least Church could put this on.

Church started spraying an even, uniform coating, making sure to cover every inch of Caboose’s skin. Which necessitated a great deal of attention paid to every inch of Caboose’s skin. Caboose wore board shorts, which left more to the imagination that Tucker’s glorified thong, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t still a lot of skin. From his legs, his back, his chest. Church had long since committed it all to memory, but, well, nothing wrong with a refresher.

As Church finished, he gave Caboose a once over to make sure everything was covered. And maybe his gaze lingered a little too long in his partner’s body. And maybe Church was struck by wondering how on Earth he got here, to be dating someone like Caboose, like Tucker and Wash. To be a beach applying sunscreen to his boyfriend as if there was nothing wrong. And, maybe, just maybe, there was nothing wrong.

His gaze moved upwards and caught Caboose’s, who was staring at him expectantly.

Church jumped backwards.

“Uh, there. Now you’re done.”

Caboose took a step forward, reclosing the gap between them.

“Thank you!”

Before Church could realize what was happening, Caboose was pulling him in for a kiss. He tensed at the unexpected contact but quickly relaxed, letting himself fall into Caboose’s soft lips. It was nice. Church forgot sometimes how nice it was when something was nice.

A click of camera shutter went off. Church pulled away to see Tucker aiming his camera at him and Caboose.

Church sputtered. “You can’t just— I didn’t say you could— how dare you— delete that picture.”

“No way man, that was cute as hell.”

Church tried to grab the camera from him but Tucker easily maneuvered it out of his reach. Their struggle quickly turned into a grapple, which quickly turned into full on wrestling in the sand.

Caboose picked up the camera, swiftly abandoned as their fight changed into one of dominance, and sat down next to Wash.

“Do you need to be sunscreened?” Caboose asked, taking pictures of the fight before him.

“Ah, no, I’m all right, I’ve been reapplying every couple of hours.”

“Ohh, that’s smart.”

“Yeah, my skin’s not used to the sun.”

Caboose and Wash watched their two boyfriends wrestle in the sand. It was not a sophisticated fight, nothing like what you’d expect from who are supposed to Chorus’ top operatives. Just two men, desperately trying to get on top of the other.

“It’s impressive that something can be so homoerotic and yet so unsexy,” Wash commented.

“Mm,” Caboose agreed, putting the camera down. “I’m bored.”

Caboose stood up and walked over to the fight. He easily lifted Tucker off of the other man.

“Hey!”

“I want to go in the water now.”

Saying that, Caboose, still holding Tucker, made his way towards the ocean. Tucker protested and struggled but was no match for a Caboose on a mission.

Church wiped himself off. Oh god, he was fucking covered in sand. It was down his pants, up his shirt, caked in his hair. He was pretty sure it was- oh, fucking hell.

“FUCK SAND.” Church yelled in protest as he angrily stomped his way back onto the blanket.

“We’re at the beach. What were you expecting?”

“Fuck you!” Church flipped him off. “It got fucking, inside me.”

“Inside you?”

“In my fucking… mechanisms!” Church gestured towards his torso. “In my wires! Do you know what it’s like to have tiny grain of sands in your fucking bits?”

Wash frowned. “That sounds… awful”

“It is! My life in an unceasing hell of my own fucking creation.”

“Is it dangerous?” Wash looked more concerned than Church had meant to engender.

“Uh,” Church felt a little sheepish. “No, probably not. Just… really uncomfortable.”

“That’s good.”

“Wow. glad you’re happy at my discomfort.”

Wash rolled his eyes. “Epsilon.”

Church huffed. He was allowed to be overdramatic about this. There was sand in his bits.

“Can I help clean in some way?”

Church felt his brain short circuit. The idea of Wash’s hands inside him. Church completely opened up as Wash’s hands delicately cleaned his internals. Brushing against wires and servos. Church’s most vital parts exposed to him. Incredibly vulnerable. Incredibly intimate.

Church felt dirty for even thinking of it in public.

“Um, n-no, I’d go to a, I’d have to get my body professionally cleaned. Not by you. When I’m not in it.”

Wash nodded. “Well, as long as it can get cleaned.”

Church needed to look anywhere but Wash right now. He opted to watch Tucker and Caboose instead.

They’d made it in only a little, water seemingly to cold for them to want go further. Tucker kicked some water up at Caboose, who in turn picked him up and chucked him into the deeper water. Church could hear the yelp from here. Tucker immediately started trying to pull Caboose down with him.

Wash chuckled, and Church turned to see him watching them too.

Wash turned to meet his gaze. “Are you not going in?” He asked.

“I’m a robot, Wash. Me and water don’t exactly agree.”

“Right, right.”

“You?” Church asked, though he already knew the answer.

Wash shook his head. “Not a big fan of the ocean.”

“Yeah.” Church said. “Honestly, kinda surprised you even agreed to a beach date.”

Wash laughed, “Hey, me too. Would love to remember what I was thinking when I did.”

Church looked away. He stared at Tucker and Caboose, not really registering their actions. He felt— no, he didn’t feel anything. Nothing was wrong. He was on a beach date with his boyfriends and there was nothing wrong.

It was silent, between them, for a moment. Then two. Then too long, for the silence to be comfortable, but Church didn’t have anything to say.

Wash was the one to break it. “Is it okay for you to be in the sun like that?”

“What? Yes? I don’t have skin like you do, I don’t burn.”

“I know you don’t burn.”

“The why are you asking—”

“Because you do overheat.”

Church scoffed. He was not overheating… yet. “I am fine. I have a state of the art cooling system”

“Your ‘state of the art cooling system’ overheats when you’re cuddling with Caboose.”

“Caboose runs abnormally hot!”

“Just,” Wash sighed and scooted over, “come under the umbrella.

Church frowned. “I had that perfectly angled to keep you out of the sun for as long as possible.”

“Well, tell Delta thanks for effort, but I’m moving so my boyfriend can sit with me.”

Church huffed, but relented, angrily sitting next to him. “I am perfectly capable of calculating the angle of the sun by myself.” He informed Wash.

Wash put his arm around Church’s waist. “I’m sure you are.”

They sat like that for a moment, looking out at their boys in the water. They were comfortably further out now, and seemed to have turned throwing Tucker into a game. Church didn’t know how they weren’t getting yelled at by some lifeguard yet, but figured that being the saviors of the planet might have some perks.

Wash pulled Church tighter. Church looked over at the other man, and their lips locked. And if Church had to wonder how he got here with Caboose he couldn’t even begin to marvel at how he ended up like this. Like this, with Wash.

With Wash.

Wash pulled away slightly, their faces still so, so close. They stared each other in the eyes and Church never wanted to leave this moment.

“Are you… all right?”

“Me?” and just like that, they had left the moment. “I’m- I’m fine. Why are you asking that?”

Wash hesitated, seeming to considering his words carefully. “You… didn’t eat Tucker’s burger earlier.”

“What? Why the hell do you remember that?”

“I… wrote it down.”

“Why would you write that down?”

Wash considered his words again, and it bothered Church in a way he couldn’t define. Just say it, he wanted to say. Just talk. But he kept quiet, allowing Wash the space to consider.

“Carolina says you haven’t wanted to join her for missions lately.”

“What? I join her all the time.”

“Not in her armor. And you used to piggyback of Tucker and Caboose more, too. You haven’t been wanting to leave your body. Not even for a milkshake.”

Church ignored the accusations and avoided the question, focusing instead on, “You talk about me with Carolina?”

“Of course.” Wash said, staring at Church like it was a stupid question. “She’s worried about you.”

Church winced, the sentence hitting him with guilt like he was being struck by the butt of a gun. “Well, she shouldn’t be, okay? It’s not a big deal. I just, I like independence.”

“You also like milkshakes.”

“Yeah, well, I’m… watching my figure.”

Wash laughed, and Church laughed with him. It was nice, to make Wash laugh. It wasn’t something Church would eve have imagined he was capable of.

“I promise I’m fine, okay? Stop worrying about me.”

Wash looked at him for a moment, expression unreadable to Church. Finally, he shook his head, saying, “You’re lucky that I know you’re not.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you have been incredibly over protective and annoying lately and if I didn’t know you weren’t okay I wouldn’t be putting up with it.”

Church rolled his eyes. “I am not overprotective and annoying”

“Oh yeah?” Wash flipped through some pages of his notepad and held it out to Church. “Then explain this.”

Epsilon has been incredibly overprotective and annoying lately. He’s lucky I know he’s not okay or I wouldn’t be putting up with it.

Church glared at the notebook. “I’m gonna rip that page out.”

“That’s fine. I would never forget how annoying you are.”

“All right.” Church moved to get up in a huff before Wash pulled him back down.

“Come on, don’t go, I’m kidding. Well, sort of.”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” Church folded his arms and grumbled angrily as he settled back into Wash. “Aren’t we on a date? Why the hell are we trying to talk about my problems? Can’t we just relax?”

Wash sighed, but gave Church a soft smile. “Fair enough.” He pulled away from Church, lying down.

“Come relax?” He pat his chest, gesturing for Church to lie with him.

Church blushed, flustered by Wash’s bare chest, but— oh, whatever. They were on a beach date. A little skin on skin never hurt anyone.

Church laid his head on Wash’s chest, almost instantly soothed by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He was always tracking it, of course, always making sure that all his loved ones vital signs were in an acceptable range. But it was different to be pressed against him, to feel the vibrations against his own skin. To have Wash’s hand carding through his hair. To have his own gently stroking Wash’s waist.

Maybe the question of how he managed to get here was impossible for him to answer. But maybe, in just this moment, the question didn’t matter as much as the fact. The fact that he was here.

They were here.

And they stayed there, so comfortable in the shade of the perfectly angled umbrella, until…

A click of a camera shutter went off.

“Cute as hell.”

Church looked up to see Tucker standing above them, camera in hand, still soaking wet.

“You motherfucker.”

Church started to get up to beat the shit out of Tucker, but the hand in his hair tightened around him, holding him in place.

“Hey!”

“I thought you wanted to relax?” Wash teased, not even bothering to open his eyes to look at him.

As Church wrestled against Wash’s grip and his two other boyfriends cheered them on. Church was struck by how much he hated these people. And by how much he loved these people.

And maybe, right now, things weren’t all right. But maybe, eventually, hopefully, in the end, there really will be nothing wrong.

[lanshappycorner]

what art program do you use nowadays? in what ways do you prefer it to firealpaca?

I use clip studio paint! If you'd asked this a couple yrs ago I would've given you a CSP salespitch but actually rn CSP has switched to a subscription based model and have discontinued the download of their 1.0 version, which I currently use (CSP 2.0 and any other newer versions are subscription based I think).

So. I decided to give firealpaca a fair chance before I got back to you because I'm petty and I think any program that isn't subscription based is better than CSP ❤️ I used firealpaca like (redacted) years ago so there's been many changes since I last used it, so I tried to draw smth on it

(More under the cut sorry I'm rambling)

And tbh it doesn't look THAT different😭 I mean obviously my CSP Aira is more polished bc I'm currently more used to it, but otherwise my process was pretty much the same. I'm sure if I used firealpaca more I could probably achieve a replica. If I tried hard enough

The biggest difference between CSP and FireAlpaca is that CSP has a wider variety of assets and brushes. FireAlpaca does have like a brush asset store, which is very cool, but it doesn't have as many as CSP.

But usually artists don't use that many brushes when drawing anyways, a lot of us just like downloading them and not using them so even if you don't have access to the entire library of CSP assets you'll survive probably

However, when it comes to brushes, CSP has better default brushes (especially their airbrush). FireAlpaca's default brushes aren't bad, but they aren't the best either, although this can be rectified by just downloading a brush in their brush store 💀 FireAlpaca does give me some trouble with pen lag and stuff but it's pretty minor

I didn't use this in my drawing, but CSP has a 3D asset function that's useful for posing and drawing objects, which is convenient for me but if you're the type of person that doesn't have trouble with anatomy and stuff, you'll be fine even without it.

Overall, I do prefer CSP because I'm used to it and I like the assets there, but you can draw just fine with FireAlpaca even without the excessive assets. Honestly with all the additions over the years, I'm surprised FireAlpaca is still free 😭

[skeletalcat]

Fancomic of Armored Hearts by @kaxen After messing up in the field, it takes Temir too long to get back to the hanger and the breathable fluid he is submerged in while piloting his mech is completely out of oxygen. Panicking and suffocating - he's transported into an old memory where someone grabbed him the way his handler did in the present. BITE!

(This took me like 40 hours omfg)

[xamassed]

The tree beside the blond shook violently, thin and fragrant pine needles shedding to create a prickly carpet. A second later, there was a mighty rush of air and a red blur followed but the heavy thump of boots against solid ground. Dirt and needles were kicked up, the scent twice as strong now that he had crushed his mess under his boot heels.

"I didn't see anything..." Massive wings fold behind Eijiro, a sheepish smile exposing teeth that weren't the least bit human. "No villages, no cabins. Nothing. Not even smoke! I'm not sure we're gonna find someone to give us directions."

[reinabeestudio]

You know like mjau

[things-of-fire]

The Prince and the Prophet ❄️🌙

One of my favorite retro Wings of Fire drawings to date. I’m especially happy with Moon’s design and pose. I can’t quite remember where the background came from—I want to say it was the Don Bluth Dragon’s Lair pitch, though it’s probably been edited a bit.

[ID: Digital art of Winter and Moon from Wings of Fire in a cartoony style with retro effects. Winter is a slender, pale blue dragon with a sharp spiky head, long horns and white spikes running from his head down the neck, drawn to look like hair. He’s wearing a silver headband/crown with a deep blue gem in the centre and a matching necklace. He has azure eyes and looks angrily at Moon, who sits in front of him. She’s a chubby, dark greenish dragon with a black heart-shaped nose, silver crescent and moon markings on her forehead and big, round, forest green eyes. She’s looking anxiously into the distance while fidgeting her talons nervously, part of her twisting tail visible beside her. The edited background shows castle walls with huge uneven torch holders done in cold colors. The whole piece has a noise effect and chromatic aberration applied to it. End ID]

Thanks @firnmist for reminding me to include image ID!

[zuzuelectricbugaloo]

I just know he tackles Epic and brawls with him after one too many times Epic has thrown condom water balloons at him in an impromptu water balloon fight xD

Color is the Mother Hen and Wine Mom of the Chromatic Crew confirmed

ive realized I love when color is drawn tired of people's shit

[spookwyrdie]

Divine Flesh

part 1 {part 2} {part 3}

Priest Jeongin x Fem Reader

summary: When he took his vow of celibacy, Jeongin was so confident that he'd always be strong in the face of temptation. Nothing could get in the way of his devotion... Until he laid eyes on you. There was something...unnatural about his desire for you. /// word count: 1.5k /// genre: smut, angst /// warnings: priest kink, sexual themes, hierophilia, corruption kink, masturbation, shame and guilt, straight up blasphemy a/n: I didn't grow up catholic but somehow I ended up with a priest kink anyway? I did my research as best I could, but there's bound to be inaccuracies. This will be a 3 part fic for the spooky season <3 if you'd like to be added to the taglist, reply to this post or send me a DM!

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I have only posted this here and on AO3 - user: spookwyrdie

The mist outside clings to the stained glass windows, turning the translucent colors opaque. It’s a small, narrow window, only the image of the cross surrounded by a chromatic, patterned web. It feels so much more solid today on this cold morning, no sunlight filtering through the multicolored panes of glass. Jeongin tried to keep his focus on it, counting the hues, to distract himself. Though he could feel the chill seeping in through his robe as he held the basket of communion wafers, he had something uncomfortable smoldering in his chest. He felt an impure warmth creeping up his neck beneath the crisp white clergy collar.

You are in line. He hasn’t seen you come up for communion in weeks. When he wasn’t paying attention, you must have finally confessed some mortal sin to the aging Father Park.  As he avoids your eyes, he wonders in vain what the nature of your sins are. A small, impious part of him hopes they’re carnal. But here you are, eyes locked onto him any time he glanced away from handing the body of Christ to another parishioner. 

You wear a serene smile on your face - unbothered, reserved, and almost shy - innocently fluttering your eyelashes like a fawn licking dew off of a leaf. How could you look so virtuous after the things you did with him, to him, in his dreams? The way he’s seen those eyes look down at him from above with a dusty pink glow so many times, he felt like he could paint them from memory. Jeongin felt a bolt of hot shame drive through his heart like a nail. It wasn’t your fault that he met you every night after he fell asleep as you did wicked things with your hands, your lips, your tongue in his dreams. 

He had only moved to this small parish in the middle of nowhere a few months ago, settling into the provincial town easily. But for the last few weeks, his slumber has been plagued by visions of you on your knees, on your back, on his mouth. He’ll jolt awake in the middle of the night, panting with need, cock hard and leaking. Once he awoke to find himself desperately fucking his hips into his mattress. It made him feel like a schoolboy again with a wild, uncontrollable need. You make him feel out of control.

You walk down the aisle towards him, hands together, eyes hooded. Jeongin could swear he saw a faint dusty pink flare in your pupils, but he dismisses it outright. He’s imagining things he wants to see, and he wants to see you glowing.

You only take your eyes off of him for a second to bow in reverence. The way you step towards him makes time nearly stop. Everything moves in slow motion before Jeongin’s eyes as you kneel on the threadbare hassock. It’s as if the air between the two of you shivers, almost like the heat of a flame bending light around it. Your supple form in your modest clothes, he’s imagined what lies beneath a few thin layers of fabric and his eyes. You’re so close to him, eyes closed as you tilt your head up. His eyes flit around your face as he takes in all the small details: a wayward freckle in your cheek, a minuscule scar on your chin, the delicate curve of your lips. You look up into his eyes, peeking beneath your eyelashes.

“The b-body of Christ…” he stammers. 

Your eyebrows crinkle upwards with what could be called a worried expression, but the way your eyes sparkle makes you look like you’re teasing him. Jeongin feels frozen, his feet screaming at him to run but his heart gluing him to the spot. A slow smile dawns on your face before you lean forward, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to receive the dry little wafer. Your soft pink tongue rests on your lower lip as you stare up at him, waiting for his next move. 

Jeongin would do anything to feel that tongue. That tongue that his sleeping mind tells him is wet, hot, and skilled. He lifts the wafer, gingerly placing it on your tongue, lingering for as long as he’ll allow himself before anyone can get suspicious. 

He begins to pull away when he feels it. He feels a gentle pressure, the lightest kitten lick of your tongue over the tip of his thumb. His eyes go wide, pupils flaring with the sudden urge to claim you. It takes all the effort in the world not to dip his thumb into your mouth - the mere thought has arousal hurtling through his body, clenching his abdominal muscles. That coy smile is still on your face when you finally turn away, sauntering back to your seat. To Jeongin, each step feels like it singes the carpet underneath your feet, the image of your swaying hips imprinting in his chest.

It’s all he thinks about when he’s in the shower later. The icy temperature does nothing to calm his nerves as his flushed, hard cock bobs at the thought of you. Somehow, he made it through the rest of Mass without anyone catching on to the light sweat that prickled his skin. The focus he had on slow breathing during Father Kim's sermon was the only thing standing between him and a tent in his slacks in front of the whole congregation. 

Father Kim noticed that he seemed tense and gave Jeongin the rest of the day off to meditate on what bothered him. After thanking him, Jeongin practically ran back to his living space - the small studio with one spacious bathroom. Feverishly ripping his collar off, unbuttoning his shirt, and kicking off his slacks, he hopped into his shower. Blasting his body with frigid water seemed like the right thing to do. He yelped, arching his back as his skin screamed at the rapid change in temperature.

This is good, this is what he needs. He needs some sort of distraction from thinking about you. He took his vow of chastity very seriously, but today was putting his commitment to the test. Jeongin didn’t have a ton of experience, but he wasn’t a virgin before he took the cloth. He was so confident that he had a handle on any sort of temptation laid before him, no carnal desire could overpower his devotion to the Lord and his duty to the church. 

No temptation, that is, until you. 

The guilt slammed through him as arousal thrummed in his blood. The first time he laid eyes on you, kneeling for a prayer during his first Mass in the new parish, caught him completely off guard. There was something so magnetic about you - the way your hair fell on your brow, the slight pursing of your lips as you prayed, the delicate clasp of your hands around your rosary. You were breathtaking, but it wasn't until you smiled at him that he felt chained to you, fully at your mercy.

 The bitter cold of the water sends stinging shivers through his body and settle at the base of his spine. Building more pressure in his pelvis, he finds his hips shaking as he grows hard, trying to control the thrusting of his hips at the thought of you. He hasn’t been this sensitive to lust ever before in his life. The way your plush lips framed your tongue as you presented it to him… he hisses. His skin is buzzing as if every nerve ending is lit up like a neon sign.

Jeongin starts whispering the only prayer that comes to mind at the moment in an attempt to pull himself back from the edge of insanity. 

Hail Mary, full of grace -

He leans his forehead against the cool blue tile of his shower wall, closing his eyes trying to focus on the words.

The Lord is with thee - 

The cold water pouring against his skin isn’t enough to cool him down, he feels like his body is on fire. Pressing his upper body towards the shower wall, he gasps the next line of his prayer as his nipples come into contact with the chilled tile, pebbling at the sensation. 

Blessed are thou amongst women -

He doesn’t know when his hand found its way down to his cock, but he cries out at the contact, bucking his hips into his fist. He’s so hard, it’s almost painful. The tip of his cock a ruddy color as it throbs in his hand. 

And blessed is the fruit of thy womb - 

“Jesus!” he huffs, his hand picking up speed, chasing his sacrilege to its inevitable end. The haunting image of your eyes, glowing that faint dusty pink, flashes in his mind again.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners - 

His stomach curls, sliding down to the shower floor on his knees. His balls tighten, his hips pistoning his cock into his hand. He can’t control the whimpers leaving his mouth now, he’s almost past his breaking point. He thinks about your pink tongue, glistening in low light, pressing the tip against his thumb.

Now and at the hour of our death.

He cries out as his body convulses, his orgasm pulsing through him. It’s electric, he feels his hair stand on end. Thick ropes of white splatter against the shower wall, the shower quickly washing away any evidence of his sin. 

“Amen,” he sobs, slumping over in defeat, his hair clinging to his cheek as the water continues to pour over him. His vow of celibacy shattered in a single instant.

~~~

{part 2} {part 3}

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[kaxenart]

Pilots sometimes get extremely disorientated when getting disconnected from the mech after a long mission.

How their handler snaps them back varies.

[ttrpg-smash-pass-vs]

Welcome to Round 4, the top 32 contenders! Only the best remain! With a fair few surprise hits that have beaten out some of the original top contenders.

On the left, the highest ranked in the qualifying rounds, the Red Dragon! It's the biggest chromatic dragon, so adults are roughly in the 30-90 foot (9.1-27.4 m) range. The spellcasters among them lean toward spells like "dominate person," as basically everything in thier culture is about domination and power play. They're prideful, powerful, the epitome of dragon kind to most, the classic fire breathing dragon!

BUT ON THE RIGHT! Having already slain a dragon and taken out a member of the top 32, we have the androsphinx! 10 ft (3 m) long, gruff and somewhat pessimistic with a noble heart, can control time from within its lair, guards ancient mysteries and secrets, and can summon feasts on command! They're also known for being gruff and blunt but generally trying to do the right thing.

[zuzuelectricbugaloo]

I don’t know where the OG quote is but it goes something like “I’m a mosaic of every person I’ve ever loved” and that’s perfect here I think

https://youtube.com/shorts/315EBsyIEnQ?si=plvVmnl2O6zw1qzy

I feel like Color would do this. Thoughts?

Oh he absolutely would. That guy sees a very specific colored pebble out on his hikes, thinks “that reminds me of Epic,” and he’ll pick it up and put it in Epic’s hands like, “for you.”

He’ll see something like a cat video or something about weaponry and knives, think “killer would like this,” and immediately send it to him or tag him in it.

He sees a lion toy or anything Lion King related and picks it up for Beta, he sees like a tool kit or a particular type of tool that Delta offhandedly mentioned needing to buy weeks ago and immediately buy it for him. He sees a little toy or a particular brand of dog treat and he’s getting it for Zorox, he spots one of Killer’s cats favorite treats and he’s buying it.

He scrolls on TikTok or Youtube or any other internet site and comes across a meme or a quote or a video or a particular fanart that makes him think of his loved ones or thinks he knows they like and he’s sending it to them like, “it made me think of you.”

They’re just always in the corner of his mind.

(I know he spots various forms of puzzles in stores and his thoughts immediately jump to “Papyrus would like this,” only for him to remember that his Papyrus isn’t really around anymore.)