#my work

[dreamauri]

Abso-fucking-lutly superior.

The difference between angels and humans is that we can choose what to do and do it. Giving away such a gift is stupidly indescribable and idescribably stupid.

'do you think you're superior for not using AI in your work' thank you for asking! yes i do

[shininguponthestars]

figurin out how i wanna draw da bizzyboyz! the other guy is under the cut + a lineup. spoilers i guess

i had to size capo down a bit for the lineup. i think hes shorter than everyone, just to kind of drive in the whole "i dont fit in" thing. also cuz i think its just funny.

my goal was mainly to give them as distinct shapes that i could really. colors help too but like. for example i wanted patty to be real stout and softer, while bananathaniel is tall because hes bananashaped. capo is fat because i said so. alexei is fat because im projecting and also his thing is food i guess but thats less of a contributing factor. vib is vib. grujaja is really nervous theres so many sights and oh god hes been so UNDERSTIMULATED and its just too much and--

they all get a heart motif to match inspektas! their heart is in their team. had to give hector the shitty dr heart ahoge- i hate it as much as you do, dont worry.

they all had the same base colors, just with another color kinda smeared on. except hector, his color was lightened! patty's got the og base colors :-) shes the blueprint

anyways. this was real fun! started as silly little sketches then realized that i really liked em so i took em to rendering. while drawing this i watched a friend beat ggg for the first time too!

[reallybibika]

Art with Sebastian that I couldn't finish for three weeks😶

[jackofallrabbits]

Signs of Life

Alien!Eclipse x Scientist Y/N (SFW)

A new scientist has been hired to the Faz Co. research facility in the heart of the desert where any number of secrets can be kept. You are full of curiosity and are especially interested in a particularly fascinating subject that Faz Co. is holding.A certain dangerous alien. Will you get too close for comfort? Is it worth the risk?

Word Count: ~10000

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, strangulation, electrocution, anxiety attack

A/N:

Finally, a new chapter. I took a little break and let this one come to me slower than usual. I'm happy with how it has turned out and I hope that you will enjoy it as well!

[hiljametsa]

Hvars þú böl kannt,

kveðu þat bölvi at

ok gef-at þínum fjándum frið.

“When you see evil,

say that it is evil

And give your enemies no peace.”

- Hávamál 127

[istandonsnowpiles]

Towers and Tubes

[w0lp3rtinger]

Cover art by @redsunlight!!!

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It was weird, seeing Shadow in her bed.  A younger Amy would have burned scarlet at the very notion. Oh, she’d have flapped her hands and screamed with eyes screwed shut in embarrassment. The whole world over would have known exactly what predicament she was in right now.  And, to be fair to that little girl, she was still very much alive and flipping her shit inside Amy’s heart now, evident in the blush she could feel creeping up her neck as she felt a flutter in her chest despite her best efforts. Yes, Shadow was in her bed. Yes, that was not a thing she ever thought she would ever witness let alone actually want to witness. He was also, and this was the key thing, unconscious.  

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[pickyourpoisonandevolve]

Stars in Her Eyes, Part 2

Part 1 here

*reads old decrepit spell book* “if you write the trauma in the fic, maybe it will fix it in post” hmm yes of course of course.

More of whatever the hell this is turning out to be. I looooove Price and I waaaaaannnttt him to fix me and you and all of us together. The worms in my brain won’t leave until it happens!

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“Well, you’re cleared for field duty.”

“Hooray.” A listless response.

A huff from the nurse. As she cleaned up, she paused. “I know I’m generally pissing in the wind when I say this, but maybe a woman will believe me this time. Take care of… whatever’s on your mind. The head trauma, the noise, the explosions, it wears you down. You don’t need old demons eating away at what’s left.”

As you got up from the chair you paused. “What do you mean? I’m fine, I’m clear, right?”

“The, wait, shit hold on maybe I’m wrong. You’re the one with the concussion, reports of hallucinations in the field.” She said, flipping through your chart. “Yeah, reported by your captain. May want to ask him about it before you—“ A click of the door closing. “—go back out there. I don’t know why I thought this would go any different.” She muttered to herself, getting ready for the next patient.

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You thought that was a dream. You were SURE that was a dream. Shit shit shit. No fucking wonder they came to see you so often. Gaz brought flowers from all of them. Soap brought cookies and his loud mouth. Ghost brought complaints from the nurses, saying he “lingered too much” and “wanted reports that didn’t belong to him”. Price however brought nothing. Radio silence there.

You made it back to barracks a little before dinner. A shower and refresh from everything. Sneaking into the shared break room, angling to see if anyone was mad, worried, feeling… wrong about you. You’ll fix it. The last thing you wanted was them thinking you weren’t anything less than capable. Surely you weren’t perfect after this. But capable. That was achievable.

“Oi, look who’s back amongst the livin’!” Soap jumped up first and came to check you out. As rough and tumble as he was, he put the breaks on, opting for grabbing you by the shoulders instead of picking you up. “Thought we scrambled you somethin’ fierce this time.” He said, grabbing your chin and giving you a once over.

Huffing, you slapped arms away and composed yourself. You did offer a smile as you smoothed out your shirt. “Morphine cures all wounds, cognitive and otherwise.”

“So I heard.” Gaz’s voice behind you, alongside Ghost as they entered. His smile could stop traffic you thought to yourself. “Thanks for the flowers.” You said quietly. “Anytime.” He replied, gently rubbing a thumb across your knuckles.

Ghost took a big, typical stoic stance against the counter, arms crossed. Eyes big and soft for you. Oh. He’s worried? That never happens, you thought, a needle of panic through your chest. A big, warm hand on your shoulder. “Price wants you in his office when you can. Glad you’re back.” The tail end was more of a rumble than words.

The panic bloomed as three sets of eyes stayed on you. Too much, you thought. Too much care, too much consideration. You were the one who was supposed to worry, not them. You fussed with your nails, looking down. “Thanks for the help, guys. I’m, I’m sorry.”

“We’re a team, it’s what we do. Now go, he’s waiting.” Ghost demanded.

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You shook your ankle absentmindedly. Sitting on the couch in his office. The same sick feeling in your throat and nerves as the principals office. He waved you in, cigar in hand, on a phone call with papers and documents strewn around. Life didn’t stop for him, you thought. You took to staring at the back of a framed photo, disassociating about who could be on the other side, listening to the drone of his voice. A loved one? A sibling? No, he never talked about brothers or sisters. It’s warm in here. Smells like him. Maybe you would too when you left. Maybe he—

“Sergeant.”

A gasp left your chest as your eyes refocused. Just silence, now. A cigar now crushed in the ashtray, the last hurrah of smoke and scent and spice wafted in the air. Relatable, you thought.

You cleared your throat. “You wanted to see me, sir.”

His eyes roamed over you. Again. And again. Like he was lost in his own thoughts. “You back with us?” He finally grunted.

“More or less.”

He stood up, a little too quickly. Made your heart beat a little too loudly in your ears. Made you feel like you were in the dark room again. The fear and the unknown smothering everything. “I’m sorry about the mission, it was my fault, I wasn’t there, I wasn’t—“

A raised hand. The rambling died in your throat as he made his way over to you. Two bourbons poured, one placed in your hands. A seat taken next to you. The crystal tumbler cool in your hand. A gift for his 10th year in the SAS. Back to the silence.

You two had always navigated the silence together. Normally it was more comforting than this. A quiet nod of understanding in a debrief. A roll of the eyes in a meeting. Notifying that there were enemies in the area on missions. He always knew you better than you knew yourself it seemed. That’s why he was the captain. He did this for everyone. Didn’t he?

The hassle of talking about it, this, whatever this was, never reared its head. Rules, optics, whatever the excuse was. But he knew. What you were. What he was. A lit candle in your dark room. One you held with both hands when the dark was too much. Whispering and praying it would stay this time. A prayer to a deaf god, you thought.

Maybe not so deaf after all. He swirled his glass in his hands, staring straight ahead. “I didn’t throw you away. I need you to know that. More were coming, I needed you elsewhere.”

A grip in your chest. A swallow of your drink. “I know. I was distracted on the mission, I know that, but I had it handled, I should have been there to have your back.” You rushed out.

You feel a hand in your hairline, and for a moment, you’re back in that room. Half a room. Humming, praying to your deaf God. “I’m sorry about your head.” He rumbled out. “Does it still hurt?”

“Not as much as you leaving.”

A broken sound comes from him as you close your eyes and finish your drink.

A flurry of motion. Your glass taken from your hand, his arms bringing you in, fighting, grunting, till stillness as he pins you on your back, holding your cheek in his palm. It’s been too long since he’s seen your stars.

“Tell me about the song.”

“No.”

“It can be an order if you want.”

“No.”

“… please.” His resolve breaks and you see desperation in his face. “Jesus, let me fucking take care of you like you deserve, tell me about the bloody song.”

“It was someone else’s mom.” You say, returning his gaze, tears flowing freely now. “You read my fucking report. Home was shit. So were the parents. It was another girl, she, she hurt herself playing. Her mom came over and sang the song to her. If, if I hurt myself, I just got another be—“ a hiccup shakes your chest. “I sing it to myself since… no one did it for me.”

Price expected something like this, but his heartbreak took him by surprise. The tear that rolled off of his nose onto your face broke the spell, his hands now wiping away the tears and the pain. And for the first time, you let him. You let him see it all. His candle now a fire in your dark room. With any luck he’ll burn it all fucking down, you hope.

[waterme-stories]

This little oneshot got two more chapters! I'm really happy with how the whole thing turned out :3

13.5k, E, Poolverine, Omega Logan, Soft Dom Wade, Heat Sex, Small Dick Appreciation, Subdrop, Aftercare

They hadn’t talked about it, was the thing. Hadn’t talked about the things Wade had done with Logan’s… thing. Hadn’t talked about how much Logan had liked those things. Now here he was, sweaty and horny and curled up in a totally heroic ball of misery. And Wade, that fucker, was kissing sweetly at Logan’s face like this whole thing wasn’t his goddamn fault. Like he’d never done a single thing wrong in his entire obnoxious life. Like nuzzling at Logan’s neck was a completely normal thing to do and definitely not a thing that made an omega in heat think wedding colors. ~ (Logan goes into heat following the events of “Small Cultural Differences.” Wade continues to be super nice about it. That's it, that’s the fic.)

[notheroicnotromantic]

the best of all curses.

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Lando Norris is about to embark on his second season in Formula 1, a group of newfound friends and his boyfriend by his side. But everything (and everyone) is not as it seems, and there's more challenges awaiting all of them.

Will this season become everything Lando's hoped for or will he be left standing in front of the broken pieces of his relationships by the end of it, instead?

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The sequel to la pire des bénédictions is here and she's live, go read here right now on ao3.

five reasons to return to this series

the sequel either has double the angst or triple the smut OR BOTH

you missed the 2025 rookies silliness

fluffy, established landoscar with a side of devastating angst is your favourite flavour

the tag has been dry af and you'd read anything by now

you want to make this silly little author happy <'3

ANWAYS. she's here. I only lost my mind writing her. I hope you'll love her as much as her big sister.

@mintraindrop because you wanted to hear about it and @oopslandiia because I made use of your name once more <'3

xoxo nottie

[pink-key]

Imma need a 20 page lore drop on caramel

I couldn't resist so I did some doodles.

She is dense at times.

At some point one of her artifacts gets stolen, as it's some ancient power weapon that nukes future hard or whatever lmao.

So she has to get out of her comfort zone and team up with some random people she hasn't heard about before.

And some game-esque things I came up with for her. squirrel gotta jump i guess.

Random fact

[scupprs]

@/reddsmess when I get you AND your pretty Vincent. You're DONE!! DONE FOR!! /lhj

[authenticallyvintagequeer]

You know it's a slowburn fic when you're wondering if chapter six is too soon for them to be holding hands

[spaspetti]

practice

I’m trying to practice more in this art style because it looks SO GOOOOODDDDDD! It kinda reminds me of arcane? Slightly? I’ve never watched it, but I’ve seen screenshots.

[jackofallrabbits]

Stars in the Garden

Geisha!Sun, Geisha!Moon, Geisha!Eclipse x Reader (SFW)

You are a new janitor at a Faz Corp owned entertainment lounge in the red light district of a neon-bathed city. Your job is low paying wage work but at least it’s money, right? You dream of escaping the city of Empyrean someday. But freedom comes at a cost. It was supposed to be easy. You weren’t supposed to become entangled with the strange and alluring robotic geishas working there. You weren’t supposed to learn the dark secrets surrounding them.

Word Count: ~9000

Warnings: Suggestive themes, mentions of vomit, mentions of drunkenness

A/N:

New fic let's go!! I'm excited for this one, so I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing.

Also a quick note: Reader has pink hair and it does have some important to the story. Plus, I think it's cute.