#my wips are glaring at me

[justanothervaultie]

Same.

[azu1as]

the chung myung desktop buddy i made is finally downloadable!!

now you can have your very own little chung myung to bully 🥰

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📌download + instructions here: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1j6nVGac8iEbABz5u8CeAP-E8hea7EvRW?usp=drive_link

[caitwritesao3]

Run Little Bird

The warm air brushed Tim’s hair around his face. Through the trees he could just make out the last rays of sunlight beaming down. Beyond he could faintly hear the sound of waves crashing against the cliff side.

Was a remote island the best place to do this, probably not. Was it the only place they could do this without being interrupted, of course. They both had images to uphold after all. They hated each other but god damn did that make their encounters all the more fun.

The hairs on the back of Tim’s neck stood, his fingers tightening over his bo staff. Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt it looked very much out of place.

Keeping his eyes forward taking in each path, noting the height of branches, the shift in the wind. The presence stopped right behind him.

“You sure you're still okay with this?” Chapped lips brushed the shell of his ear.

Tim leaned his body back against Jason’s, head on the other man’s shoulder as he stared up at him. Jason was fully armored up, sans helmet which was loosely held in his left hand.

One of the guns on his chest dug into Tim’s back. Tim nodded, licking his own lips. “Yeah. Yeah I’m sure.”

Jason hummed, his free hand cupping Tim’s cheek. Leaning down enough to give him a soft kiss. Tim spun around yanking Jason down further, taking him by surprise before slipping his tongue into his gasping mouth.

Fingers entangled in the dark curled locks pulling a moan from Jason. Tim couldn’t help but smile into their kiss. Stepping away Jason’s fingers lingered on the scar at Tim’s throat.

“Run little bird…” Jason dropped his voice into a deeper octave, mimicking the voice modulator of his helmet. “If you can outlast me for an hour you’ll get a prize.”

“Mmm, and if I don’t?” Tim’s eyes fluttered, his swollen wet lips parting.

Jason’s grin set a shiver down Tim’s spine, his pupils doubling in size as his thumb swiped Tim’s cheek. “You become my fuck toy for the rest of the night.”

Tim bit back his groan, his cock jerking against the zipper of his jeans. Leaves crunched under Jason’s boots as he put a few feet of distance between them. “Better hurry, your five minute head start begins….” Jason’s helmet clicked as he latched it over his head. “Now.”

[thedevillionaire]

come to me

His relief at seeing her is tangible, primal, as he quietly insists he’s just tired – the relentless intensity over the last week, or two, or even dear gods has it really been three finally easing up. Although maybe, in its own way, that easing was part of the problem.

He says it’ll pass soon; he knows there’s no hiding it but he’s hoping that’s the truth, and the last thing he wants is to worry her.

He doesn’t quite succeed.

With a frown of concern, she watches him take his coat off, an unspoken exhaustion laced through his movement as he increases the hearthfire’s intensity, and she passes him the steaming cup of jasmine tea she’d made for herself only moments ago. He gratefully accepts its welcome small warmth with a soft thanks, love, and she doesn’t miss the edge of congestion in his consonants, nor the dullness in his usually intensely vibrant eyes, the encroaching hints of pinkness to his nose.

They take a seat together on the couch and he puts the teacup on the table, apologises to her for all his absences lately, sniffles at first softly then harder, sharper. At his catch of breath she passes him a tissue, and quickly another, as his expression crumbles in surrender to the recurrent insistent need he’s been unable to shake: urgent, unforgiving and imperative, the vestiges of his energy rip-torn ravaged as he hurriedly turns from his beloved, unable to fight it, sneezing in urgent, violent triplicate – heavy, throat-tearing, disorienting.

Her heartwarm blessing is a cherished sanctuary as she trails gentle fingers through his hair, drawing him closer, and oh she always loves his touch but he’s far too warm, the thickness in his breathing impossible to miss. She murmurs soothing softnesses, presses a lingering kiss to his forehead, and holds him a little closer as

“Ahh-HEHHTSShhuu!”

she’s not sure about this passing soon at all.

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[bookishnewt]

oh no my two favorite things mashed together.

you're tempting me with this au.

Beauty and Rise of the Beast

About two days ago I decided to make a Rise of the TMNT x Beauty and the Beast AU and weirdly I actually love it. I’ve already built up a bit of the story and world and hope to draw more of this. Also the AU itself is in fact going to be called Beauty and Rise of the Beast :D

Here’s also the sketched concept of the first 3 characters I did. I will do others eventually just need to build up the world and story a bit more to really smooth out the bumps

[rubra-wav]

As I was drawing this, I realised that if he were to ever do this it would probably be extra as. That's a real ass spotlight on him lmao (idk if this will be canon or not ofc in the actual chapter but I thought it was funny so eh)

[Context]

@matrixbearer2024

Alternate meme version below:

[spaceratprodigy]

💋 Cybill and Iris 💋

@grimreapersbutt — it is mandatory Looking At Them hours btw

Commission Info | Ko-Fi | My Links

[firstwefinish]

u guys r not gonna believe how long it took me to get a picture of this and i don’t even like this one lol (wip day 3)

[voidandabyssal]

Hey!

I had a weird undertale dream and I REALLY needed to share it with someone.

So basically I was checking out an AU that doesn't even exist?

It's basically Geno!nightmare. So basically after the reset and geno got stuck in the void limbo,the apples of negativity in one of the dreamtale AUs went missing!and landed in geno's void due to a glitch.

He avoided them at first but due to how curious he was he ate them after awhile and ya know,GENO!nightmare happened.he looked ALOT like nightmare but had a slash on his torso. For some reason I found some fanfictions about him in my dream..

Then I woke up- that's that!

Uh oh guys, I think we gotta another au on our hands!!!

Someone! Write something about this boy! I can already smell the ideas coming!!

AAHHHH

[kazhan-draws]

there's a hunger

FANDOM: All For the Game, book 4: The Sunshine Court RELATIONSHIP: Jeremy Knox/Jean Moreau RATING: T TAGS: Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, Unresolved Sexual Tension

SUMMARY: The stupid dog is staring at him again. Jean stares back and wonders what would happen if he set it on fire.

READ ON AO3.

[syoddeye]

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

i've been manually shading this grass and having sai crash so many times in a row i might be going insane :'D

[minhosimthings]

This is how Jay would look at you in class, when you answer a question no one else could. Like you're his smart baby and he adores how cute you are when the teacher praises you about your wit. Later on, he'll buy you ice cream as a reward, heart eyes still on you, as you explain how you got to the answer of that question, connecting dots from a beluga whale to the Mayan empire.

This is how Jay would look at when you both were handed the job of cleaning out old files from the school and he watches as you attempt to carry a hundred of them at once, eventually succeeding and doing a little happy dance with your fists clenched and lips parted, revealing your beautiful smile.

This is how Jay looks at you, on the day you both graduate, top of your class. He watches as you run to your family, all smiles and sunshine, and that's when he decides to wait just two more years to marry you in college, looking at you with those same eyes every time

[ygodmyy20]

WIP Teruki angst incoming. I will probably edit this later and will likely post a final version to ao3. But I wanna share the wip. I don't know why but I jusssst want to get it in the world.

What is he doing? 

The rain pelts his skin as he watches Kageyama walk away with the body improvement club. Without their powers they are truly—

No.

He is truly alone.

Teru was defeated. In every sense of the word. 

The rain runs down his bare back, tickling the space between his spine. He could not go home like this. He has to find clothes. Something. Anything. The walk to his apartment is not a short one. 

He turns towards the fully built school and makes his way towards it, mud squelching between his toes. With each step, a weight pulls down his lungs. His throat tickles with a cough and his eyes start to burn. 

He stops at the front door and opens it, the smacking of his bare feet echoing around him as he walks down the tiled hallway. 

Not one locker out of place, not a single crack in the foundation. Kageyama rebuilt the entire school down to the tiniest stain on the wall. The smallest spec of dirt. 

“And here I thought I could defeat him,” Teru mutters to himself, as he turns a corner to the gym. He snorts, rubbing a hand along the top of his head, the shaved part scraping his palm like sandpaper. “I’m such a fool.” 

He opens the gym heading for his locker. He pulls it open, taking out his gym clothes and throws them on. He takes out his spare shoes, slipping them on quickly without socks (as he didn’t have any extras). His dirty toes wiggle uncomfortable in his sneakers. 

But he embraces the discomfort. It is what he deserves after all.

Teru closes the locker and walks out of the school. As he exits, the rain starts to pelt him again. He doesn’t have an umbrella. He will be soaked by the time he gets home. 

Teru pauses at the gate, eyes hazy as they stare down at the rain running down the sidewalk in little streams. 

Home

His apartment. Where he will have to clean his own clothes. His shoes. Wash his hair. Somehow find something to eat. He is dangerously low on food.

Kageyama he… he probably has a family doesn’t he? Teru thinks as he picks up walking again. 

A family who will help him get dry. Have dinner ready. Ask where he has been. Be concerned, be available, just be…

There for him.

Teru continues to trudge forward, letting his skin freeze and his ears burn, ignoring the stares. No one asks how he is, if he is okay, if he is hurt—even as his cheeks are stained with dried blood and his hair is leafing off his scalp.

He is but a pebble in a larger stream. He really was not the main character, was he? This is not his story, is it?

He really is..

No one.

The thought shadows into a knife like the one that cut off his hair, dragging into his chest. Seeping anxiety through his heart.

He is no one. 

Is that really it then? He just succumbs to being no one, to become just a cog in a machine? Is that really the lesson here that Kageyama wants him to learn?

Why does that feel like the wrong answer? 

He makes it to his apartment and he drags himself upstairs. He slides open the door, stepping inside and closes it behind him, cutting off the white noise of rain. 

He stands in his genkan, blue eyes tracing the outline of the wood beneath his feet. His apartment is dark and silent. The only sound is the whirring of the fridge in the far corner. 

“I’m home…” he whispers to himself as he takes off his gym shoes, now filled with mud. 

He takes one step forward when suddenly, the last few hours catch up. Gravity grips him and Teru stumbles backwards, slamming into the front door before his legs give out and he slides to the floor. Lead replaces blood in his veins, weighing down his body into the cold tile. 

His hand grips his mouth as acid lurches, his stomach heating up as he feels the bile start to rise. He chokes it down but the emotions remain. 

I almost killed him….

A mix of a gasp and a sob rips from Terus throat as his nails dig into his cheeks, as if he can keep his stomach at bay. 

He nearly took another’s life. For what? FOR WHAT??

Anger burns in his chest. At himself, at Kageyama for not fighting back, at the gang that left him, at the empty apartment, at the crack in the wall from the last time Claw attacked and and and and and and and and

A scream tears out of this throat, muffled by the hand that stays glued to his mouth. He curls forward into his knees, unable to keep them in—his entire foundation is gone. Flowing out to sea in pieces of broken glass. His fingers bleed as he tries to grab the shards, to pull them back in, to rebuild himself. It is a futile effort. 

He gasps for breath, trying desperately to find air, but it catches in his windpipe, unable to properly inflate his lungs. Teru bites his hand, trying to find some semblance of control, of foundation, so he can at least stand back up. 

Hyperventilating, he tries to breath through teeth clenched around skin, gasps echoing in his empty world. Gasping, dry heaving around the skin. His teeth draw blood.

And then, slowly, ever so slowly, the tension eases. He removes his hand from his mouth, letting it fall to the floor, a bite mark clear on the meaty side of his thumb. He breathes in deep, shudders, before stumbling to standing as he staggers to the bathroom.

He strips his clothes off, tossing them into the corner of the bedroom. He gets the bath started and starts to clean himself off with the shower. Like clockwork he moves through the motions. 

And in the back of his mind he prays that of all the days, today is the day Claw leaves him be. That no one is watching. 

Does Kageyama know about Claw? He thinks as he finishes his wash and moves to the bath. He sinks into the tub, hissing as water meets blisters and torn skin. 

Did they ever attack him? 

He lets himself soak, the tension from the day easing. But the heat (perhaps from the bath?) grows inside him, starting with his chest and moving into his forehead. Pain blossoms behind his eyes.

Would he understand? 

He digs through the cabinets. Nothing but some instant ramen. He sighs, pulling it out and moving through the instructions.

Could we fight them together?

He finishes the ramen as the heat intensifies, like someone is pressing a hot rod to his skull. Teru groans as he fumbles his way to his bathroom, reaching under the sink to pull out a small first aid kit. 

It’s covered in stickers, ones gathered over the years in a futile attempt to make this box hopeful. Perhaps it could replace the feeling of his mom kissing the scrape on his knee. A flicker of sunlight in a storm. 

He scoffs, swearing under his breath as he pops the lid open and digs around it for what he needs. 

Cold patch and extra strength tylenol. 

He pops the medication, chasing it with a gulp of water, before he peels the patch and sticks it to his forehead. The cooling sensation is familiar. In a terrible sort of way. 

Does Kageyama get sick like this…? No, probably not. He is too perfect amazing wonderful powerful to get fevers like I do. 

He sinks under the covers, drawing the duvet up to his chin. Heaves in a breath and then…

Stares. Stares at the ceiling above him, tracing the well known cracks and stains. Stares until his eyes dry out and he has to blink to rehydrate them.

Sounds from around the apartment fill his ears. Some are so loud–have they always been this loud? Like the pipes in his walls, the white noise from the fridge, the AC turning on?

Others layer on top of it. The dog barking down the road. The cars running outside. 

And in the distance, sounds of chatter from his neighbors. Likely having dinner. It’s a family with two little girls. Teru has said hello a handful of times. 

The smell of frying fish and cooked rice wafts into his apartment.

Ah, yes. It is dinner time. 

Another shudder of a sigh escapes his lips and Teru turns under his covers, now staring blankly at his wall. He reaches forward, his fingers pressing and patting around until they find it. The last one. The only one he kept. 

It’s an old lion plush, once a bright cream color, now dull and orange. The stuffing pools in one leg, making it larger than the rest. The mane is patchy, bald spots dotting the little lion's head. Teru lets out a wet chuckle as his fingers wrap around the stuffed animal pulling it close to his chest. He feels so childish. But as his fingers press into soft fur, worn down through the years, it eases some of the tension inside him. 

Unfortunately, they do not keep the flood of fever dreams at bay when he finally falls asleep.

[imavikingo]