#so i hope this ended up ok!

[strawberry-s0ap]

brightly coloured cleancore stimboard for anon!

x x x / x x x / x x x

[baker-chan-senpai]

My gift for @ot3 who asked for an exploration of Trucy and Phoenix's relationship for the @aa-spring-swap

[talisthighs]

I’m crying at the idea of Viktor just storming up to Jayce with his “visions.” Girl You Need Help. You Require Medical Attention

This is literally how Jayvik is talking to each other in the lab

[shroomerr]

Finally, my design for Mysterion!! this boy gave me so much heartache in the process of making this but its ok its all worth it for him <3

I also couldn't choose between the version with hair or without hair, so here's the one without under the cut (+ my initial drafts for his design):

[bizarrelittlemew]

calling it right now that season 3 starts like this

[timethehobo]

Just about ready! Since folks mentioned wanting different types, I decided to go for all 3: Charms, Standees AND Stickers! 🙌😉

Preorders go live at 7am SGT, 26 October!

[petorahs]

a look into the healing properties of ▆▆▆'s power

[prelude]

...some notes from the "White Book"! Will you read it? >Yes

when I started this second comic, it was primarily to address these plot beats GameFreak left in their writing of the Hidden Treasure of Area Zero Epilogue that I found to be "immersion-breaking":

why didn't the protag tell anyone about Kieran? (my answer: they had to keep it a secret)

why did the protag travel from Kitakami to trigger the epilogue, then fly back to Paldea real quick before going back barely a week later? (I can't justify it for GameFreak lol so for me there are two protags and one of them was already in Kitakami, while the other got the call from Arven.)

I know in game this was done from a gameplay perspective, but it's fun to imagine an intricate story and reasoning for all this :] With this, my version of events can still play out in the games themselves without being too au-y. (It's even in-line with my previous pkmn art, which I'm semi-particular about.)

Of course, it was also to give my version of Florian and Juliana as well as Nemona some form of closure. I wasn't planning on healing them, but a kind comment from someone led me to this little brief passion project. Although the characters aren't mine, they seem to have taken hold of me anyway, driving me to finish telling their story.

Making this was what I call "wish-fulfillment" art. It has shippy elements, a bunch of specific exposition a nerd like me would care about, JP text for a character raised in fictional rural Japan that I'm aware not many would enjoy as I do? Or, idk. It's fanservice for me alone, and it was extremely fulfilling to draw, which is what matters. Believe it or not, it's been a while since I've been unapologetically able to enjoy drawing like this.

Basically, I blacked out and boom. These silly guys took over my life. I enjoyed it. I hope you guys do too.

[sorikufeels]

kiss me once, kiss me twice, and, dare i say, kiss me three times

(progress posts: sketch, line art progress)

[siffrinsometimes]

Back to the Ground

[skrunksthatwunk]

thinking about how eiji's a pole vaulter and how ash talks about eiji "flying" and how eiji's associated with bird imagery and how eiji's free (unlike ash) and how eiji comes in on a plane and leaves on a plane and how ash cannot fly, ash cannot be free, how nyc is ash's prison, and how ash is the leopard who dies climbing the mountain, unable to live at such elevation, how he was trying to reach the sky and be free but was always stuck to the earth, how he chose to die instead of climbing back down, how he chose to die where he could see the sky and hope and freedom almost like a bird with eiji's letter right in front of him rather than letting everything go wrong and ruin it once again, how eiji's a failed pole vaulter anyway, how a bad fall ruined his career and grounded him (physically and emotionally), how it took flying to america and meeting ash and needing to save him and skip for him to try flying again, how he landed hard and harsh and still the thought of that escape compelled ash to protect eiji at all costs because if he could fly that means something to him, even if he doesn't think he can fly, how eiji is the manifestation of his hope and how when he breaks and asks eiji to stay with him a while he folds himself over his legs and weighs him down and traps him and grounds him, how ash fights like hell to keep eiji alive not because he thinks he can be like him (hopeful, flying, innocent), but because he makes him forget the gravity of his situation, and so he can see eiji fly again. how he wants to see him escape. how eiji is a bird and ash is a wildcat and how ash never once saw eiji as prey. how eiji never saw ash as a predator. how it is eiji's naivete that first endears ash to him, how it is his freedom and flight and removal from darkness and his ability to leave that darkness that really roots eiji in ash's blood as something essential to him keeping on living in this hell of nyc. how it is that distance from the violence and that hope for the future that ash chooses to surround himself in as he dies. how ash dies in a dream because he feels more than anything that he can't fly like eiji, that he can never leave. how his violence is a part of him and will be forever, how it weighs him down. how he wants to enjoy the view from the mountainside rather than looking up from the ground below. as if they can both fly. as if he is with him up there and not grounded. eye-to-eye with what he can't have, seeing eiji's homeland: the sky. how he dies trying to reach the top because he couldn't take retreating and trying again. how ash, tired and tired and tired and convinced it will go on forever if he crawls back down the mountain, chooses to close his life deluged in eiji, in eiji's insistence that they can fly together, in eiji's hope for him and for them, in eiji's beautiful dream. how ash dies without trying to realize that dream. how ash, in dying, destroys it.

[a2zillustration]

I carried this thing for MONTHS with the EXPRESS PURPOSE of putting Raphael in it (knowing full well Larian wouldn't let me do that, mechanically) and I had one major miscalculation.

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[lokh]

what do you think toshiro's version of laios would've been like if he was still with the group during the shapeshifter shenanigans

there have been a few speculations in the tag and among the fans and they are all very good SO i am going to take this opportunity to insert a bit of my shipping bias as i like in my interpretation LMAO agdsfgdfgv

i noted that in actuality shuro seems to have a very good grasp on laios' character??? this is most obvious in the manga later on but even seeing how he criticises laios in their fight... iirc nothing he says is actually untrue or wildly exaggerated, and while he does express frustration over something he feels like laios Should have control over (noticing his cues), he is also aware that laios isnt being malicious and that hes Just Like That. what i mean to say is that while i think his version of laios may seem more pushy and in-your-face, i dont think it will be overwhelmingly so. if its post-fight, i think the idea of laios (and marcille) being willing to do anything to get falin back made a big impression on him, as well as the idea that they need to eat and rest in order to succeed in their goals, so those aspects would be prominent in his version. he seems pretty observant, so i think for the most part the physical traits would line up, but i think there would be specific things that stand out to him that would appear strangely striking on his version of laios (like. idk something about his eye colour or the subtle contrast of his armour and chainmail. he seems to have a weird sense of aesthetics if extras are anything to go by lmao). if hed actually been paying attention all those times laios had gone on about what the hell ever, then it might be even MORE hard to tell apart his version since he would also have a good grasp on what laios should know. so either his version of laios is pretty difficult to pick out, OR despite the character being accurate his appearance is too. stylised lmao (exaggerated features or something) OR!! they just get him to pull out his monster gourmet guide thing and are able to tell from there. iirc everyone was surprised at its appearance so its possible toshiro had also never seen it before

IN MY IMAGINARY SHIPPING SCENARIO............ lets say that his laios isnt able to be picked out immediately and that the monster guide thing also doesnt immediately occur to anyone. what the real laios Specifically notices is how close this other laios keeps getting to shuro. and hes like. ??? why is he getting so close to him, theres no way i get that close to him??? but no one else seems to be picking up on it as weird, so hes having a small crisis like do i REALLY get that close to him???? and now that hes on the outside he notices shuro subtly leaning away and he feels both a wave of shame and..... protectiveness??? (JEALOUSY??????) and he immediately steps in and grabs him like Hey!!! cant you see hes uncomfortable???? weve been through this already!!! and like. ok i cant believe im doing this again but i need to separate this into different endings

a) the whump route: i dont think shuro ever envisioned Actually Telling laios about his frustrations outside of being basically cornered into it. has he ever spoken up against what was expected of him?? has he ever been confrontational???? i think part of what held him back from expressing his frustrations, along with the cultural norms, could be fear of what the reaction would be. if he had done the same in any other aspect of his life (his family, his inheritance), i think he would expect disappointment, disapproval, more proof that he doesnt add up to expectation. to be honest i dont think he Truly believes that laios is the type of person to react like this. but it was strong enough to prevent him from acting and i think would be projected onto his image of laios. maybe fake!laios says something dismissive like Well if it really bothered him hed say something right? what, he cant even stand up for himself? cmon, shuro, prove that you cant handle it just like everything else. and thats pretty much the fastest giveaway that it isnt really laios. of course this would be a HUGE tonal departure from what the actual episode/chapter was, so:

b) the dumbass route: both laioses break into fisticuffs, and, yes.... barking. and so they speedrun the entire encounter as the shapeshifters true form appears and, after laios points out that thinking too hard about others versions of you can tear apart groups and peace of mind, they pointedly do not speak of it again. they think about it though. a LOT

c) the normal route: both laioses argue normal like and the group ends up being able to tell them apart because the fake laios goes on a little too long about how theyre all here for falin and everyones like ok its not like he DOESNT love his sister but.......... the rest of the scenario probably goes like canon, though then i would want to see what everyone Else thought of shuro

[goldenkenku]

BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS

- (Don't tag as ship btw)

[qkumber]

Wexler-McGill, Partners at Law in Crime

Based on the original work by Mac Conner, Illustration for "The Other Father" by Laura Z. Hobson. Cosmopolitan, November 1949.

[beskars]

Maybe a Silco x reader where they pick out flowers for each other and get like super in depth with the flower meanings? I think that would be really cute! -Silcosis

floriography

The small flower shop was nestled between a cafe and an antiques shop in the Entresol level, its modest exterior belying the vibrant array of colors within. You stepped inside, a well-worn book tucked under your arm—"An Illustrated Guide to Floriography," a treasure you and Silco had discovered during a recent return to the bookstore you had visited together on your very first date.

Inhaling the scents of sweet jasmine mingled with earthy greenery, you opened the book to the dog-eared pages you'd studied last night, refreshing your memory on the blooms you hoped to find.

You'd devised this idea over breakfast last weekend—each of you would select flowers for the other based on the meanings outlined in the book, creating a bouquet that expressed what words sometimes couldn't capture.

"Shall we each make our selections?" Silco suggested, his gaze briefly traveling to the book in your hands. "Without assistance, as agreed?"

You nodded, already turning toward the nearest display with renewed purpose. This wasn't merely about aesthetics but meaning—a tangible representation of all the precious elements that made up your lives together.

From the corner of your eye, you watched as Silco moved with deliberate focus through the shop, examining each variety with characteristic precision. Your own selection process was more intuitive, drawn first to a cluster of blue irises nestled among more showy blooms. You flipped through the book, finding the entry with a small, triumphant thrill.

Next, some ivy caught your attention—deep green and glossy. The book suggested it represented friendship and affection. You added it to your growing selection, considering what else might convey your feelings.

A bush of white flowers yielded several delicate sprigs. Consulting the book, you found it was heather, associated with protection and wishes fulfilled. It seemed fitting for the man who had become an unexpected yet essential sanctuary.

As you continued browsing, you found yourself drawn to bright yellow flowers with trumpeted centers. The book identified them as jonquils—desire and returned affection.

Finally, a single dark crimson rose—not the bright scarlet of conventional romance, but something deeper. The book's description was slightly faded, but you made out "unconscious beauty" and something about passion not recognized in oneself.

With your selection complete, you returned to the front of the shop where Silco waited, his own carefully assembled bouquet hidden partially behind his back—a rare display of almost boyish restraint that made your heart twist with tenderness.

"Shall we?" he asked, gesturing toward a small table in the corner.

"I'll go first," you told him, holding out your arrangement. Reaching out to touch each flower in turn, you began to explain your selections.

"Iris for faith," you said, "because of how we've learned to trust each other, despite how difficult that was at first. For me, especially." Your fingers brushed the ivy next. "Ivy for friendship, for the connection beneath everything else."

His expression remained carefully composed, though you didn't miss the slight softening around his eyes as you continued.

"Heather for protection—the book said it's about fulfilled wishes too." You smiled slightly, adding, "I think it fits both of us rather well."

A hint of amusement flickered across his features at that, the corner of his mouth lifting in acknowledgment.

"The yellow ones—jonquils—are about returned affection," you continued, heat rising to your cheeks despite your best efforts. "For the way we respond to each other."

When you reached the final bloom—the deep crimson rose—you hesitated, suddenly uncertain.

"And this?" he prompted, one finger gently brushing the velvety petal, his gaze never leaving yours.

"The book said something about beauty you don't see in yourself," you told him honestly. "For all the parts of you that I've been privileged to witness."

Something shifted in his expression—a vulnerability that made your chest tighten with affection.

"Thank you," he said simply, the words carrying more weight than any elaborate response.

When he handed you his own arrangement, you were struck by the careful composition—not just the selection of blooms but how they seemed to naturally complement each other.

At the center was a perfect white flower, surrounded by clusters of small blossoms and delicate bell-shaped buds, with a base of lush leaves and a curling vine wrapping it all together.

"The white flower is a camellia," he began, the soft lilt to his voice still so captivating to you even after months together. "The book suggested it represents admiration and perfection."

His fingers, impossibly elegant, indicated the small clustered blossoms next. "Flowering almond, I believe. Associated with hope and watchfulness." He paused, weighing his next words. "As I find myself consistently hopeful where you are concerned, despite my typically cautious nature."

The simple admission, delivered with such characteristically careful phrasing, made your heart swell.

"These small bells are lily of the valley," he continued. "According to our text, they suggest the return of happiness. A renewal of joy."

The significance wasn't lost on you—this acknowledgment that you had restored something he'd believed permanently lost.

"The leaves are hydrangea," he continued, "representing perseverance. Something I've observed in you consistently." His gaze softened. "Your determination, particularly when faced with uncertainty."

Finally, his finger traced the vine that encircled the arrangement. "Passion flower. The book mentioned faith—a belief in possibility not yet realized."

As his explanation concluded, you found yourself at a loss for words, overwhelmed by the deliberate care evident in each selection.

"It's perfect," you managed finally, cradling the bouquet as if it were infinitely precious.

Which, given what it represented, it was. -

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[1-800-i-ship-it]

omg i just finished orv im going insane im im i can finally look at that doc of things i saved for after i finished orv and can look at spoilers...i can finally unblock that orv spoiler tag...im so normal about orv