#magic i guess!

[sollucets]

rowan!! that prompt you wrote that takes place around ep 10 has me REELING <33 it made me want to rewatch all over again! i'm obsessed with the way you write akkaye, you're one of my favorite writers for them. may i please request another prompt around that same canon timeframe (aka anywhere from the sort-of-secret-sort-of-official boyfriends stage in ep 10 to ep 12)? [rattles can] in return i'm offering u all my savings and my eternal devotion!!

i can't decide between 45, 20, or 8 so feel free to pick either (or all) as you please! thank you thank you thank you, and congrats on your milestone! <33 Xx

(the prompt in question) ah nonny thank you so much :') i loved writing it hehe. i refuse ur savings but i'll accept ur devotion so long as i can reciprocate!

touch prompts 8 (shielding the other one with their body) + episode 11, combined for ~1.2k of pain

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Aye loses track of time on those steps. He loses track of a lot of things, actually, focus narrowed to the places where he’s touching Akk, to all the points of their connection. He has a hand around the back of Akk’s neck, his thumb over Akk’s pulse point, anchoring, holding. Clinging, the same way Akk’s fingers are tangled in his uniform jacket. He wishes he were closer. He wishes he could wrap himself around and through Akk, close enough to cover his bones, to keep him from this. To keep him here. 

It’s a while before he masters himself enough to remember, faintly, that this isn’t sustainable. They’re still in the middle of campus, collapsed on the ground in a little puddle together, and if they were supposed to be following along with Wat’s story they’ve already failed. 

The thought of letting go of Akk while he’s all jagged edges and crumpled limbs in Aye’s hold is — impossible, though, unthinkable. He can’t. But they can’t stay here. 

Aye takes a deep breath that comes out ragged and painful, ignores the tear tracks on his cheeks, and pulls back, just a little. Akk looks up at him, face red and mouth trembling. 

“Akk,” he says, barely a whisper. He slips his hand around the front of Akk’s neck, brushes tears away even as they’re immediately replaced. “Akk, baby, we need to get up.” 

Baby. He’s never said it before, but it feels right enough in his mouth. He’d say every sweet little thing if Akk would let him. 

He does let him, this time, but Aye thinks Akk might honestly let him do anything right now. “Come on,” he says, shifting enough to catch Akk under the arms. “Let’s go somewhere quieter.” 

Because it’s starting to be not quiet, here. These are the front steps of the school, and class being in session by now aside, people pass here enough, and Aye wants to hide them. They need time to decompress before anyone can even start thinking about what to do next. 

Akk goes with him after a moment, though his legs don’t seem entirely steady under him once he’s standing. Aye slips an arm around his waist, though he doesn’t actually have that much confidence in catching the taller boy if they should both slip. He just needs to hold on. Akk is warm under his hands, like he always is. Warm and still here. 

“Let’s go to the bleachers,” Aye says, because it might not be completely private but vanishingly few people ever go there at this time, unused as the space is outside of club hours. 

He doesn’t get a response, verbal or otherwise, but Akk doesn’t fight when he starts walking, and so that’s how they go. There are a few people around, and they stare, but whatever Aye’s face is doing must be enough to warn them off. 

It’s unreal for a moment. Here they are, clinging to each other openly in the halls of Suppalo, all the truth out in the air. Aye used to think it’d be a triumph, that Akk would finally admit to it because he’d come to terms with it, and then they could — he doesn’t know, but he thought it’d be a moment of catharsis, of relief. Maybe it was naive. Maybe it was always going to be like this, them both going to pieces for everyone to stare at and pick apart. 

He just has to get them both through a couple of tight hallways and across part of a courtyard, and then they’ll — he doesn’t know. Sit more, maybe. Wait. Even though that was the big bombshell, it doesn’t feel like the barrage is over. It still feels too still, like they’re waiting for something else. 

People are mostly in class right now, he thinks, although he doesn’t know how much learning is actually getting done after something like that. They pass some people in the hall, people who stare, their gazes sticking in accusation as they pass. 

They almost make it, too. They’re just across the courtyard from the bleachers when they pass too close in the hall to someone with a blue armband. Aye doesn’t know his name, but he’s seen him a couple times, a junior of Akk’s. He stares at first, like everyone else, and Aye ducks his head, tightens his grip on Akk’s waist, and speeds up. 

But unlike everyone else, he stops walking, partially in front of them. Akk stiffens in his arms, although Aye doesn’t see him look up from under the curtain of his bangs. 

“Phi,” the prefect says slowly. He has light eyes, clear and amber and conflicted. “P’Akk, is it— really true? I know you said— but that was in front of everyone. Really?” 

“Yes,” rasps Akk, before Aye can even figure out how to address this. “Yes. All of it.”

The boy takes a quick breath, and looks, for half a second, shattered. Aye empathizes, but he can’t deal with this right now, so he starts to move them again. 

Their path is blocked. 

Aye fixes his gaze on the other prefect. He has no idea, again, what his face must look like, but the boy very nearly shrinks back. He sees it.

It isn't enough, though. “Then you did that to all of us, too,” he says, very quiet. 

It’s true, is the thing, if you only look at it from where the prefects had been standing on those steps. Akk dragged the entire club along with him into enforcing that curse, into believing in those rules, into hurting those people. 

But the real problem is a lot older than Akk, and a lot bigger than him, and a lot harder to properly place the blame for. And even if it wasn’t — Aye is too far in now, too far lost in the stars in Akk’s eyes. 

Akk takes a hurt breath in next to Aye, a ragged little gasp, and that’s enough. They need time. He shoves himself forward, placing himself bodily between the prefect and Aye just as the boy starts to take a step towards them. 

“And why,” snaps Aye, “did you follow?” 

The prefect’s eyes narrow, and he opens his mouth to say something else. One hand still at Akk’s waist, Aye moves forward again.

They’re almost the same height, Aye probably a little shorter. There are still dried tear tracks on his face. He cannot possibly be physically intimidating in any way that matters, but he snarls, still, at the end of his rope. “Shouldn’t you be in class, little prefect? Get going. Listen to your seniors. Isn’t that supposed to be what you’re good at?”

He keeps himself between Akk and the boy the entire time as they pass him, and he doesn’t move again as Aye pulls Akk with him all the way to the bleachers, their bleachers. There’s enough of a line of sight here that he’ll see if anyone’s coming, and he can get Akk’s back to a fence and see if he can eventually bring himself long enough to get them both a drink. They’ve lost a lot of water. 

The moment they arrive, Akk drops like a puppet with its strings cut, legs falling out from under him. Aye hates this, hates it with a force he hadn’t been sure he was really capable of. He follows Akk down, sits next to him. He can’t let go yet. Not while he doesn’t know Akk will stay.

He doesn’t know what to say yet, if there’s anything he can say. He’ll think of something soon. He tips their heads together, grip tight, and waits, because at the very least, Akk hasn’t let go either. 

[fuluv]

could've been them but she kept playing

[original]

[me-beef]

@strangeravatar made a great point

i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make

but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do

ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad

[bloomeng]

Damian wanted a magical weapon and instead got a magical animal guardian </3

gonna get ahead of the curve and acknowledge this before it gets pointed out yes I’m aware that I chose outs at different stages of their lives but a) I refuse to draw Jon aged up mostly bc they sucked out all his individuality and b) I have other plans for Damian’s traditional Robin suit that he wears in Supersons. The outfit I gave Damian here is to match the rough timeline I’ve drawn his family in. I’m waggling my finger, it was on purpose so I better not see any gripes.

[egophiliac]

we were fucking ROBBED

[th3e-m4ng0]

Okay so human au for tfo what would be the human equivalent of them getting te-cogs like do they just get magic rocks and the have some crazy growth spurt or something else…? 

Love your art btw

maybe it's like magic??? they don't get a cog but Receive a 'spark' that yeah, gives them a growth spurt like u said, and also gives them.. um.. Magic Weapons & abilities.. and Magic.. vehicles.... ?

thank you !!!! <3

[cracklewink]

hear me out: moose in mlp

[girlboyburger]

i heard you folks might like fluttershy? 🦋

[jq37]

Love Erika carrying on the proud D20 tradition of impromptu major surgery with no training or prep whatsoever. Unfortunately, results are bound to vary when you're playing with notorious Your Actions Have Consequences Even When They're Bits or Flavor GM Aabria Iyengar.

[fayzart136]

"'Evan feels, finally, like some real goddamn magic is happening."

[mai-col]

Hey hey, long time no see !

Since I was working on "Les Songes du Roi Griffu", these pages have been on the back burner for a while (and the english version for even longer). They're done now.

If you want to read the rest of Molly-l'Iris, here it is. New pages should come in the near-ish future. It's about a big city, magic, and some other stuff like, for example, the power of friendship (ew gross yeah I know)

[xephia]

[stars-obsession-pit]

A cult has been causing trouble for the Infinite Realms in their search for power and eternal life. And to make things worse, the Observants suspect that they have at least one actual ghost—or possibly even a traitorous Observant—working with them and interfering with their view. This could become a major problem…

However, as Observants, they’ve sworn not to intervene directly, so they have to pick someone else to look deeper into the situation for them. And, if necessary, to deal with it.

They choose Phantom for this role, since his half-human nature means he’ll have an easier time operating in the living world. Danny’s not entirely happy with the assignment, but the situation does seem like a genuine issue so he’s willing to look into it (if in his own way).

Since he doesn’t know how prepared the cult is for ghosts, he decides that infiltration would be the best way to gather info. Thus, he takes on a new identity in his human form and approaches the cult, expressing interest in the publicly known part of their group. Then, a bit later, he manages to successfully gain admittance into some of the more private meetings. Everything is progressing as planned!

…Though he didn’t expect to like one of his fellow initiates so much. He hopes he can change their mind on things and bring them out of the cult with him when he’s done.

Meanwhile, a hero from the Justice League has also been sent to infiltrate the cult and investigate the rumors about it. It’s gone off without a hitch so far, but they’ve gained a potential entanglement in the form of one of the other new members whom they’re developing a crush on…

[mokeonn]

I wanted to participate in the funnie drawing meme too (Original image, post, and uncolored version under the cut)

[technically-human]

Your art is so, so, so, so cute. If you ever were so inclined, I would love to see your take on Charles finally getting to eat a plate of spaghetti

Edwin wasn't too sure he liked it, but I think he's convinced now!

ko-fi

[egophiliac]

now that I can think semi-coherently again...whooooo's ready for Friday WEEHOO