#it was a lot of fun :]

[sylvrndoodles]

I heard it's make a terrible comic day?

[joideka]

Pretty different from what I usually post but I drew this and found it way too funny to not share

Hoping everyone is having a good day!

[trek-tracks]

I see no difference

[skelerangart]

Hes here to Slay✨️🔪

[sleptokne]

there he is, the lad.

[narsh-poptarts]

Observational comic for class

[bonefall]

Warrior Bites: Tunnel Buns

For the Warrior Bites series, also check out: The Rules, and The Tools!

[Image ID: Three rabbit-shaped baked goods. The first two have ‘ears’ that connect at the back. The third is darker, shinier, and fancier, with ornate markings.]

"It’s not enough that WindClan has a warren for a diet, all their food has to look like rabbits too!”

Clan of Origin: WindClan

Occasion: Travel ration, trade good

Requires: Oven

An old recipe originally made for Tunnelers, to have a ration that wouldn’t get filthy from all the dirt underground. Unleavened dough is molded into the shape of a rabbit, stuffed and baked with mincemeat and spices, and then fastened to a belt by the ‘ears‘ of the tunnelbun.

Traditionally, the tunnel bun was cut open by a claw and the stuffing was licked out, the dirty crust discarded underground. Since tunnel buns survived the death of tunneling, sometimes the crust is now eaten in bites along with the stuffing. These are a valued good for trade, as WindClan is the only Clan that can create dough.

Step 1: WindClan’s Dough Quest

[Image ID: Breezepelt from Warrior Cats, a solid black cat with yellow eyes, gathers wheat in his mouth. Behind him is a field and blue skies. He is smiling and winking.]

Rye, wheat, barley, and oats are all candidates to create the dough, but the one that WindClan chooses is mostly dependent on what's available. Grains grow best on WindClan territory, but often escape nearby twoleg farms to grow wild which is how WindClan gathers them...

But there are, occasionally, hard years with low yield where the warriors will risk swiping stalks. They try not to take too much, having noticed that twolegs are more likely to invest in dogs when they steal too much.

So, in an attempt to be honorable and polite, WindClan warriors will leave a “gift” at the doorstep of a farmer who they’ve taken some wheat from. Usually a rat or a crow. This seems to work, resulting in less loose dogs and thrown boots and more of the twoleg sound of friendliness, ‘pspsps.‘

Step 2: The Bakening

[Image ID: A batch of tunnelbuns is on a stone slab, ready to roll into a stone oven. Mudclaw, a brown tabby cat, is rolling dough flat with a stick. His brother, Torear, a gray tabby, is sitting off to the side, smiling. They are at the border of WindClan territory, with Fourtrees in the distance.]

WindClan’s general diet consists of an obscene amount of rabbits and they’re always seeking new ways to make rabbit meat taste different.

Tunnel Buns used to just be stuffed with marinated mincemeat, whatever they happened to have laying around after taking the best cuts for other things. Organs, toes, shredded ears, tossed in gravy and baked.

WindClan's oven is specially designed to accommodate making an entire batch of Tunnelbuns all at once. The stone tray rests on a wooden lean, so the edge of the stone is never too hot to grab and roll out.

This oven is considerably more advanced than the simple ones of the other Clans, thanks to the savviness of Tunnelers contributing to an early problem-solving culture and WindClan's unique access to grains for flour.

Step 3: Specialization

[Image ID: 3 traditional tunnelbuns and 2 fancy tunnelbuns are arranged in a row. The white paw of Scourge is reaching for one that has distinctive tabby markings, a notch in one ear, and a stripe across the nose.]

“Traditional Tunnelbuns” were made with function in mind, with clearer emphasis on the ‘ear loop’ to feed through a belt. In the modern, post-Tunneling era, this dish has a WILD amount of variation.

Even the simplest, plainest ‘traditional tunnelbun’ usually has a stylized “face“ so you can tell at a glance which one was made BY whom, and FOR whom. Mudclaw would be very upset if he bit into the wrong tunnelbun and got a mouthful of bug meat, his brother Torear’s favorite!

“Fancy Tunnelbuns” are made to be immediately eaten in camp, and as such, the ‘ear loop‘ is more of a decoration. They’re distinguished by being ornate, and usually full of higher-quality cuts of meat. These ones are also shiny, having been washed with egg during the baking process.

Because they’re traditionally eaten by slicing the bun open from tail-to-chin... there is a new, beloved joke about them after Tigerstar’s defeat.

Tunnel Buddies

[Image ID: Three baked goods in the shape of various animals, including a deer, duck, and large fish.]

WindClan and Tunnelbuns are as synonymous as RiverClan and Fish. No other Clan can access the grains to make them. You could say tunnelbuns are the Clan equivalent of hotcakes; everybody wants them.

So WindClan often makes fancy tunnelbuns in the shapes of other animals, in bigger sizes. Non-rabbit tunnelbuns are colloquially referred to as “Tunnelbuddies.“

They make appearances in trades, festivals, and other multi-Clan events where WindClan is looking to make a display of friendliness towards honored guests.

[streetkid-named-desire]

A Day in the Life of Valerie Hye Jin Li

@ghostoffuturespast was kind enough to let me take Grandpa V out for a day!!!! It was a lot of fun!

Briefly went undercover at the Black Sapphire, just boring intel gathering.

Nice view of the city though.

Had to declaw some Tygers for another gig after that.

Finally got to relax at the After with River.

[angeart]

here's a silly gartic drawing that i may or may not redraw properly (we'll see)

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

Bye bye?

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Genre : half angst (more to 1/4)

Tw : none

Pairing : Mysta x child!reader (platonic)

Characters : luxiem and you, but Luca and shu doesn't get dialogues

Story : you're leaving...?

Info : the reader is about 9-10 yrs old

"Hey, Mysta...?" you mumble, roused from your sleep by the noise outside.

All at once, the room falls silent as everyone's attention shifts slowly to you. Their expressions seem fraught with worry as if they're uncertain about what to do next.

"Did we wake you, (Name)? Sorry about that," Mysta apologizes, scooping you up.

You shake your head, assuring them it's fine. But you can't help wondering why they're all here. Glancing at the wall clock, you pause.

"It's almost 3 AM..." you murmur, tilting your head as you look at them.

"Well, we needed to discuss a few things. Sorry for the timing, but don't sweat it," Ike chimes in from the rear, his customary grin in place.

"Oh... Okay...," you reply with a sleepy yawn.

"Let's get you back to bed, all right?" Mysta suggests, to which you respond with a drowsy nod.

He carries you back to your room, lingering until sleep claims you once more.

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"(Name)?" Mysta's voice gently pulls you from your slumber.

"We need to talk. Come with me for a bit," he continues, his arms scooping you up and leading you to the living room.

Still half-asleep, you respond with a sleepy hum and a nod.

"Alright," you mumble as you step into the living room, immediately sensing the tension in the air.

"What's going on?" you ask, your confusion evident.

"Well, you know I work as a detective, right?" Mysta begins cryptically.

"Yeah," you reply slowly, uncertainty tugging at you.

"This city... It's just not doing it for me anymore. I can't stay here any longer, so I've decided to move to another city," he says slowly, his words heavy with significance.

As his words sink in, your heart seems to drop.

"Wait... Does that mean I won't see you again?" you stammer, your voice wavering.

Mysta opens his mouth to respond but hesitates, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions.

Tears begin to well up in your eyes, your voice trembling as you sniffle, "Please don't leave me."

You step towards him and embrace him tightly, your tears flowing freely.

Mysta returns the hug, holding you close. You sense the slight tremble in his embrace, matching the turmoil in your own heart.

"No, no, you'll see me again. I just can't say when," he murmurs, his voice soft.

"Promise?" you manage through your sniffles. "Promise, (Name)," he assures, his words offering a sliver of comfort.

You held onto each other, a silent understanding passing between you.

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"Promise you'll come to visit, okay?" you plead, tugging at Mysta's shirt.

Mysta turns around, his eyes meeting yours. He crouches down a bit and pats your head gently. "I promise," he assures you.

You respond with a soft hum. "So... you're leaving today, right?"

"Yeah," Mysta confirms, his voice tinged with a touch of sadness.

"I guess I'll be seeing you again soon?" you say, a bittersweet smile on your lips.

"Yeah, you will. I'll make sure of it," Mysta replies, his voice wavering as tears gather in his eyes.

"Thank you for everything, Mysta. I know we’ll meet again soon, but I just want you to know how grateful I am for you for all this time," you say, your smile holding a touch of sadness.

"It's been my pleasure, (Name). And remember, I'll always be there with you," he reassures before standing up and giving you a final wave.

With a heavy heart, he turns away and starts walking towards the train.

As you watch him leave, your heart aches, but you hold onto the warmth of his promise and his presence that will stay with you, even in his absence.

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<- MASTERLIST

-> Well, I guess this is it, although I know you probably won't see this (I hope you never do Mysta) but watching you was very fun, thank you.

-> Good luck mystakes!!

[sagetoadtea]

I finally got to finish the original resident evil 4

[toburnup]

where it counts | by adure | explicit

They finish the movie and when Steve pulls away, it's like Eddie's been branded, Steve's palm permanently emblazoned on his skin through his jeans. He must notice Eddie's hard-on but he doesn't say anything. They talk about the movie while Eddie keeps the blanket piled in his lap and wills his dick to calm down.

"Next week?" Eddie asks on his way out, voice clumsy, tripping between words.

"Yeah," Steve holds the door open for him, smiles easily like Eddie's not holding his jacket in front of him. So fucking obvious. "Next week."

Steve and Eddie have a series of movie nights.

[read more on ao3 | part of Lex's spring fanworks challenge 2023! hosted by @thefreakandthehair]

[mach1ne-g1rl]

i forgot i can post these here too

[lx1920jmax]

This time I wanted to draw something "large-scale" and kind of "stupid", and it turned out to be a mini-comic. The idea was spontaneous, and it seemed funny to me, so I brought it to life. However, I simplified the style a bit to make it look more like a comic and speed up the work process (it took a long time).😵😵😵

As you probably guessed, the idea was to exchange clothes. Judging by Anagan's face, one can only guess how much Duman is smaller than him. (And the eye shadow is also surprisingly suitable for him.)😂😂😂

At first I wanted Duman and Anagan to exchange clothes only among themselves. And then I wanted to try on other guys' clothes on them. (Anagan in Gantlos clothes looks purely like Van Helsing. I do not know why…😅😅😅)

Duman had problems not only with the size of the clothes, but also with its "complexity". Gantlos' clothes, unlike his own, have too many different fasteners, rivets and straps, and Duman could not cope with them himself. (And he, of course, refused Anagan's help, even though he offered.😁😁😁)

If enough people appreciate it, then I will make a sequel with Ogron and Gantlos. (Everything is in your hands.)

[estrellami-1]

Writer prompt: Steve & Mike bonding pls

Ooh I love this!! We don’t see it enough in canon but I think their bitchiness actually gets along fairly well together.

It’s 8:54am on a Tuesday when Mike bangs on Steve’s door. “I need to talk to you.”

Steve blinks, but does ultimately let him inside. “Is something wrong? Is it something with the Upside Down?”

Mike scowls at him like he’s an idiot. “No.”

Steve stares back, unimpressed. “Then why don’t you use the words I know you have, since I’m not a mind reader?”

Mike releases a breath. Turns and stalks down the hallway before just as suddenly turning back. “How did you know you were gay?” He blurts.

Steve is, quite honestly, stunned. “Oh. Okay. Um, the short answer is, I’m not.” He gestures Mike over to sit on the couch. “I’m bisexual, which is when you like both men and women.”

Mike nods. “How did you know?”

Steve blows out a breath. “I mean, I think I always knew I liked girls, mostly because that’s what was expected of me. That’s what’s acceptable, y’know? As sappy as this is gonna sound, it took meeting Robin to understand that liking the same gender was a possibility, and it took meeting Eddie to understand that I could feel that way. I love Eddie, just like I loved Nancy. Different people, different genders, but the love’s the same.”

Mike nods. “How would I know?”

Steve smiles sadly. “That’s the thing. Only you can know.”

Mike groans. “But I don’t know, that’s the thing! ‘Cause I love El. I swear I do. She’s amazing and I don’t deserve her. But it’s like… sometimes my body will remember it’s supposed to feel this way, and I get all flustered and my palms start sweating, but it’s just Will! I’ve known him forever!”

Steve hums. “Thinking you don’t deserve someone is a dangerous game to play. You’ll keep reaching for that mark of being good enough only to find you can’t ever quite reach it.” He looks at Mike. “Being in love doesn’t mean you try for something unattainable. It means trying to be the best you you can be, knowing that even if you fail, that person will still love you anyways.”

He’s silent for a second. “How’d you know you loved Eddie?”

Steve chuckles. “It was somehow both gradual and all of a sudden. I think I’d been falling for a while, and all of a sudden one day I was hanging out with him. We weren’t even doing anything special, just sitting and talking, him plucking at his guitar, and I thought, I want it to be like this forever.”

“And you just… knew?”

“Yeah. Pretty much.”

“You weren’t scared?”

“Mike, falling in love was the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

Mike thinks about it, nods, then stands. Steve follows suit. “Need a ride?”

“Nah. I need to think about how I’m gonna do it first.” He looks at Steve. “Do I have a chance?”

“I can’t say yes for sure, because I don’t know for sure what Will feels. But I know how it looks. And it looks like you do.”

Mike nods and walks out the door, turning back at the last second. “Thank you.”

Steve smiles. “You’re welcome.”

At the next movie night, Steve smiles and pointedly doesn’t say anything when he sees Mike and Will holding hands.

[feralcanine]